Mastered By The Boss

by Opal Carew

  “That’s so good.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began a rhythm.

  His thick shaft stroked inside her as it pulled away then thrust deep. Again and again.

  “I want to make you come, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to give you such intense pleasure you never want me to leave.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t.” She tightened her arms around him. “Never leave me.”

  He thrust faster, watching her face as it contorted in pleasure. Then she lost her hold on the here and now, soaring into a place of pure bliss. The orgasm consumed her senses, blossoming within her, then expanding. Filling her. Consuming her.

  “Are you coming?” he asked.

  She nodded, riding the wave of effervescent joy. Then exploded in ecstasy.

  He groaned and drove deep, then hot liquid erupted inside her.

  They clung to each other, breathing rapidly. Wrapped up in each other.

  After a few moments, Ryan rolled beside her, but drew her close to his body. She could hear his rapid heartbeat against her ear. She nestled her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat settle to a steady beat.

  She sighed happily.

  “So should we go back to work now?”

  “Hell, no. I plan to keep you busy all afternoon, and late into the evening.” He nuzzled her temple. “Maybe you should plan on staying over.”

  “Staying here?”

  “That’s right. In fact, I think it should become a regular thing.”

  “You’re asking me to move in with you?”

  “Now that I’ve admitted to myself how I feel about you…” He stroked the hair from her face tenderly. “I never want to be without you. So what do you say?” He smiled. “I promise to bring you flowers every day.”

  She hesitated only a moment. This is what she wanted in her heart. To be with him all the time.

  “Yes! I’ll move in with you. But I don’t need flowers. Just you. Like this.” She squeezed him, arching her naked breasts against his chest.

  He laughed, and she could feel his cock rising.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He smiled tenderly and stroked her face. “Whatever you want.”

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  Excerpts

  If you would like to read more Opal Carew stories, here are some recommendations. For more hot BDSM stories, try PLAYED BY THE MASTER, HIS TO POSSESS, or STEPBROTHER, MINE.

  If you enjoy short, quick reads, Opal recommends her OFFICE SLAVE series, currently consisting of THE OFFICE SLAVE, THE BOSS, and ON HER KNEES. The first two stories are available at a significant discount in THE OFFICE SLAVE SERIES, BOOK 1 & 2 BOX SET.

  If you like rough and ready tattooed bikers who love to share their women, you will probably really enjoy her READY TO RIDE biker erotic romance series, which consists of HOT RIDE (novella), WILD RIDE (novella), RIDING STEELE (novel) and HARD RIDE (novel). These can each be read independently, but Opal recommends the above order.

  Here are short excerpts from PLAYED BY THE MASTER, THE OFFICE SLAVE and STEPBROTHER, MINE...

  Played By The Master

  by Opal Carew

  Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game in order to seduce him into a favor to save her sister, but instead finds herself played by the Master.

  Jacqueline Bell desperately wants to help her sister out of a jam. But to do that, she has to find a way to talk to billionaire entrepreneur Race Danner, and have him drop the charges against her brother-in-law. She discovers he holds an exclusive poker game once a week and finds a way in.

  Race Danner is bored with his life, despite his wealth and extreme hobbies. He doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but he'll know it when he sees it.

  When Jacqueline Bell walks into his life, he knows she's it. She wants something from him. And he wants her. A combination made in heaven. In a delicious game of cat and mouse, he will leverage his advantage to lure her into his game. And he fully intends to win.

  Warning: This story has Domination, submission, bondage, punishment, and a lot of other fun things, plus explicit, wild sexual encounters. After all, if you're going to play, play hard! ;) Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…

  Excerpt

  He smiled and at the predatory look in his eyes, Jacquie realized he was going to win. The blood drained from her face as he flipped over his cards… revealing a full house.

  Oh, God, she’d lost her opportunity to try and convince him to help Ella and her husband.

  “Come over here.” His silken voice curled through her and she stood up.

  Now he would touch her… probably cup her ass with his big hand. Maybe, if she seemed willing…who was she kidding, she was willing… to succumb to his touch, then maybe he would listen to her after all.

  Shock vaulted through her at her own illicit thoughts. She wasn’t going to sleep with him to help Ella.

  No, just strip down to practically nothing. Then let him touch her.

  Did she really know where her boundaries were?

  He watched as she walked around the long table, then approached him, his gaze locked on the swell of her breasts above the lace cups. Her nipples puckered at the thought of him stroking her there.

  He pushed his chair back from the table and turned sideways as she continued toward him. His intense male gaze sent heat shimmering through her.

  Finally, she stood facing him.

  He lifted his hand, and as it approached her, she calmed her breathing, readying herself for his touch. It would only be a moment.

  But she wasn’t prepared for the spark of desire that flared through her when his fingertips brushed against her skin, just above her elbow. Then his fingers moved. Upward. Trailing lightly over her shoulder, then down. She drew in a slow breath as he glided over the soft exposed skin of her breast, right to the lace of her bra. His fingertip grazed lightly under the scalloped edges, but not breaching the barrier of the satin cup.

  Clearly, he liked to push boundaries.

  And she was close to pulling back that boundary, by tugging forward the cup and inviting him to explore further. The thought of his big fingers gliding over her hard nipple sent her pulse fluttering.

  Her own potent reaction to him startled her and she stepped back.

  “I… uh… we’re done now.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think so.”

  “You said a touch,” she stammered.

  “And you didn’t say how long. I’m not finished.”

  “Well, I—”

  “Come here,” he said, his authoritative tone brooking no argument.

  She stepped close again, shocking herself at her own submissiveness.

  “So I just have to stand here for as long as you want to touch me?”

  He gazed at her, his blue eyes twinkling. “Yes.”

  His fingers brushed her ribs this time, below her breast, then glided slowly downward, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. She tried to ignore the heady sensations fluttering through her.

  “But you could go on for hours.”

  He grinned. “Yes.”

  Oh, God, if he did this for even ten more minutes, she’d be a puddle on the ground.

  The Office Slave

  by Opal Carew

  Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…

  Sylvia loves to read erotica, a
nd after her latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??

  Excerpt

  Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn't doubt it.

  The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.

  "Are you Sylvia?"

  She nodded.

  He pulled the door open. "Please come in."

  She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.

  "I'm Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."

  She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but he didn't glance up.

  "Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.

  "No, not at all. The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."

  She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things. She'd been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some of Cal's ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.

  This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set her hormones humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy. Along his three partners, too?

  Don't freak out now. This is your fantasy!

  Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk. "So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."

  Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well, maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being… uh…brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty wild. Why shouldn't she?

  And when she'd become enamored of the fantasy, she'd never, ever dreamed she'd live it out. What woman did? But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn't want to walk away.

  "So, don't get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn't making fun of her, but he was teasing her.

  "Well, he did do you wrong."

  "True. But then we're distracted by a beautiful woman."

  Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."

  He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we're ready to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out of this office, we're into our roles. Okay?"

  "Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.

  They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.

  "Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.

  She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.

  "The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.

  The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike's and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia's breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she'd seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd spoken with at the door.

  The cyclist's short, straight hair was a little damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the rebel of the bunch.

  They sat down and she glanced around the table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were all gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them all.

  "This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few days ago. She's here because of the arrangement to compensate for her brother's debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith, Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."

  She nodded as she gazed at their serious expressions. Tension curled inside her.

  "So, she's going to be our office slave, right?" Slade said.

  "Yes, that's the arrangement," Mike answered.

  "Good, then I think we should start right off with seeing what's underneath those clothes she's wearing.

  Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed through her.

  "Excellent idea." Mike said.

  Stepbrother, Mine

  Opal Carew

  When she was just sixteen, Dana found herself torn from her familiar life. Her mother had just remarried, and Dana was dragged to an elegant mansion where she spent most of her time alone while her mother traveled. No one seemed to care she was alive... until her older stepbrother moved in. Mason became her friend and protector. He brought light to her dark existence. But soon, to her dismay, she found that her heart raced and inappropriate feelings surged every time he was near. Then one day, as quickly as he'd come into her life, Mason disappeared again, leaving her more alone than she’d ever felt before.

  Mason hated walking away from Dana all those years ago, but he had no choice. Leaving freed him from the devastating struggle against his own intense desire. Now the head of his own corporate empire, Mason has wealth, power, and no shortage of beautiful women ready to fulfill his every need. But despite having it all, Mason is bored. He’s never forgotten Dana, even though she’s the one woman in the world who is totally off-limits.

  When he finds out she’s in desperate need of money and has decided to auction off her virginity, Mason is unwilling to let Dana slip away again…even if it means bidding on the one thing that’s always been completely forbidden.

  Excerpt

  “We’re here, miss.”

  The driver stopped the car and got out, then opened her door and helped her from the car. They stood in front of a tall, elegant looking building. It didn’t look like a hotel. More like a luxury apartment building. The driver rolled her overnight bag to the front door and the doorman opened the door for her. The driver led her across the impressive lobby, with marble floors, tall pillars, and huge floral arrangements, to an elevator.

  “This is a private elevator.” He
slid a card into a slot and the door opened. “It will take you to the penthouse.” Then he handed her the card and walked away.

  The door closed and her stomach fluttered as the elevator started moving upward.

  When the door opened, she stepped into a huge apartment with windows overlooking the city. She stepped onto the gleaming, dark hardwood floor of the foyer as she stepped from the elevator and glanced around, expecting her benefactor to be waiting for her. But there was no one in sight.

  She glanced around at the elegantly furnished penthouse, with light walls and leather couches and chairs. The wood furniture had clean lines and large pieces of abstract art hung on the walls. The whole look was balanced by the softness of the plush carpets and cushions.

  She walked across the floor and stared out at the city below. The sun was setting and the windows of the other buildings were bathed in orange light.

  “Like the view?” a male voice asked behind her.

  A prickle started along the back of her neck, then down her spine.

  It wasn’t the voice of a stranger.

  It was him.

  She turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.

  “Mason?” Astounded, she stared at the man she hadn’t seen in eight years.

  “Hello, Dana.”

  The shock at seeing him had sent her totally off balance, but now she remembered the situation.

  “Oh my God, you’re the one? But… you can’t…” she sputtered.

  He raised his eyebrow in that way she remembered. “Can’t what? Be the one who takes your virginity?”

  Her eyes widened. “That’s right. We just… I mean…”

  She stared at him, the man who had left when she was eighteen. The man who’d made her feel special and cared for in a time when she had felt like nothing.