Hot Date With The Boss (BBW Contemporary Billionaire Romance)

by Ava May

  Most of their employees were here for a short time, either starting anew after divorce, or a change in life, or they were college kids, looking for something bigger and better than $15 an hour. It was a darn shame. Dr. Glenn was both generous, and compassionate. He wasn’t only known for his bedside manner, but he was known for being a generous individual in their city. Every charity event opportunity that came past their doors, every invitation, he did something, no matter how small. She could respect that he seemed plugged in and invested in their community. So many others wrote checks and were done with it, but Doctor Glenn actually went out and physically assisted the charities.

  “Melissa, are you okay? Are you thinking about what I had to say?” Dr. Glenn looked at the doors. Melissa realized that Cathy would be back soon.

  Melissa looked up at Doctor Glenn. How could she possibly answer his question? “Oh yes, I’m thinking about it. I’m thinking about all the ways it would be a bad idea.” She clapped a hand over her mouth, wishing she could pull her snarky response right back in, but it was too late.

  “But you’re thinking about it aren’t you,” Glenn said with a little smile. She couldn’t think of him as Doctor Glenn right now; that would be too confusing, and yes, way too arousing.

  “So now that I know your secret, Melissa, what are we gonna do about it?” H had a little smirk on his face. A part of her wanted to wipe that self-confidence right off his face, and the other part of her liked the sight of it, his arrogance, and his surety that things would work out for him in the end. It was as if they had a little secret against the world.

  Melissa cocked a hip and gave him a little wink, pulling forth all the sex goddess that she had buried deep inside her. Deep, deep inside her, maybe like 40 pounds ago. “So, Doc, are you really serious about this? Is it going to impact my job security?” She asked him.

  “Whatever we do outside this office, will never come into this office,” Glenn said intensely, his eyes flashing. “Your job will never be at issue, Melissa. I promise you that. I vow that.” His intensity was getting to her, turning her on in a way that she could not have imagined before today.

  He was the good-looking older brother type, not the sort of guy that she could ever attain with her average looks and extra pounds. Or even hope to have, so she had chosen not to be attracted, too. And that denial, that self-delusion, was rearing up and biting her on the ass.

  “What do you have in mind?” She gave him a deep, penetrating look. She couldn’t do intensity like he could, but she could give back a little bit.

  “Well, I have just the idea, I…”

  Melissa turned, looking at the door, knowing that they were about to get invaded. And wasn’t that horrible term, invaded. It was just their office manager, who was doing both her own duties and that of their receptionist today.

  “Cathy!” Doctor Glenn said, falsely enthusiastic. “How was lunch?”

  “Just...fine?” Cathy’s voice lifted, as if in a question. While Glenn was friendly to the staff, this level of enthusiasm seemed as false as it was.

  “Good. Good. We had some excitement here.”

  While he filled Cathy in on the fender bender and the frantic older couple, Melissa finished scooping up a few of her wayward belongings. Dropping to a crouch took her much lower than Glenn’s penetrating gaze, and gave her a little breathing room. Standing eye to eye, or eye to collarbone, with him had been a little too intense.

  “Wait, what happened?” Cathy asked, and Melissa experienced a moment of sheer terror, thinking he might tell Cathy about what had just transpired between them. Her rational mind knew that he never would, but there was a part of her very nervously anticipating something. It was in the air, that feeling before a bad storm. Named Glenn, apparently.

  “You heard me, fender bender, older couple. They were a bit shaken up but didn’t want any medical assistance. I offered to call 911.”

  “Doctor Glenn offered to check them out, but they were having none of it,” Melissa added, standing up, her purse clutched in her arms.

  “Hrm,” Cathy said, and ended that in a small smile. “Maybe they have something to hide, like grandma and grandpa are jewel thieves or something like that. You never know what secrets someone else may be keeping. You know my neighbor down the block, George? Muscle bound? Yeah?” She gestured to Melissa, who nodded.

  “Well, he’s on steroids. That’s how he gets those muscles. Can you believe it? I can’t. I’m totally shocked.”

  “Me too,” Glenn quipped. “Let me get back to my paperwork, ladies. Melissa, about what we talked about...give it some thought.”

  “I will.”

  Melissa wasn’t quite sure why she said yes, but she had. And Dr. Glenn had taken the fact that she’d had her book and run with it. He seemed curious to know if her interest was just an exploration, a discussion of what might be titillating to read, rather than an opening into the life. Melissa still wasn’t quite sure why she said yes. Maybe it was Glenn, or maybe it was just her own interest in finding out where the books got it right and where they got it wrong.

  Melissa had spent all day, all her one free Saturday month, trying to figure out what to wear. What was BDSM club chic? Should she go with a costume of some kind? Should she go with something that looked absolutely normal, and figure she might be out of place. She dithered about it all day, it wasn’t as if she could ask her friends none of her friends would’ve understood this, she tried to broach the subject with them before. None of them seemed interested in the lifestyle, none of them seemed at all interested in what Melissa might be attracted to and the power exchange. It wasn’t that they were bad friends, they just didn’t understand.

  She finally decided to wear a pair of black jeans that hugged her long legs and a tunic top, cut really low in front, to expose her generous cleavage. Black seem like a safe choice for the pants, and the dark red of the shirt, would bring out the natural highlights in her hair.

  The Post was a place she’d only vaguely heard of, in whispered conversations at clubs her friends liked to attend; the places where Melissa didn’t fit in, the places that catered to cute girls. They’d driven past it, a warehouse on the water with a thick velvet rope, and they’d tried for months to figure out what was behind the doors. Google searches and even a scan of the county records hadn’t given them any insight, but slowly, gradually they’d figured it out, though they weren’t exactly interested in checking it out. They called it the freak market.

  Glenn picked her up promptly, and she didn’t let him come to her door, though she knew he probably would have liked to. He was sort of courtly that way. But her place was a mess, Mom was sleeping off her latest bender, and Melissa hated anyone knowing this part of her life.

  “Hi,” she said breathlessly, transitioning from nurse to…what? Was she part of a dating couple or were they just two people doing...what? Did she want something to happen tonight? Did she not? She had been clear she was only going as an observer rather than an actual participant, and he’d been clear that he would respect that.

  “Good evening, Melissa,” he said, his voice rich and deep and sexy. She risked a glance over and saw he was wearing a black shirt, open at the throat, and black dress pants. With his thick, dark hair and his deep brown eyes, he looked unapproachable, miles away from the mild mannered doctor she knew.

  Not to say his overall look wasn’t completely sexy, because it was.

  Melissa loved seeing the side of him. It was a foregone conclusion that he was a dominant, it was steeped in his bones. It was also in his manner, though he only brought that out subtly at work. There had been something that had attracted her to him from the first day, even if she’d couched it in friends or doctor to nurse. Melissa was drawn to the energy that he had, the easy dominance with which he ran the office, the way he handed over power incrementally, as if the other had to be trusted for him to give over complete full rein. Their relationship had gone very smoothly, he’d given and she’d taken, she’d proven herself
again and again, and he rewarded her with more responsibility and very regular and generous raises. He suggested that she might want to go to med school, but that wasn’t in the cards for her. Anyway, she liked being his nurse.

  “Hi,” she said again giving him a smile.

  “You look lovely, he told her his voice though rich and gravelly. It wasn’t quite an octave deeper from his working voice, but there was something incredibly sexy about it.

  “You’re my guest tonight,” he said, “and I need you to stay by my side, whatever happens. You be observing some scenes, things you might never have been exposed to before, not even in books. I know that you’re virgin to the sort of life, so please try to be casual and not shocked by whatever you see. Our club runs by safe, sane, consensual, sober. This means, that a submissive who doesn’t like what’s going on in the scene, can use their safe word to get out of it. Everything here is consensual, and done with everybody having all their faculties to them. There is no alcohol. There is a very light food.”

  Melissa turned in her seat, regarding him. “Yes, I understand. I don’t think I would like it if this was a club where people didn’t get… If they didn’t have full control of everything that they were deciding to do.”

  “Melissa, if you decide you want to explore any of this, we can do it on our own turf. Or, we can come back to the club. But for tonight you’re just an observer. As in my...”

  Melissa rolled it over in her head and nodded. “Yes, I understand. I wouldn’t be comfortable doing anything without really understanding what the lifestyle is. Yes, I read about in books, but that’s a bit different than being in reality and the real life, isn’t it?”

  He chuckled, another rich sound that went right into her settling somewhere by her pussy, arousing her. Oh, this was not good.

  “That’s a very wise thing,” he told her. “I can assuage any curiosity that you have, and I can suggest some books in the romance realm, that will give you a better idea of what goes on in my life.”

  Something niggled at Melissa; he said that before his life, his club. What did it mean? “You seem to be taking a lot of ownership of certain things. Is it just a part of who you are, or is there more significance.” She said the last is a statement, she already knew. It was just a matter of letting him know that she knew.

  “Melissa, I’m a part owner in the club. I own about a quarter. Several of my friends and I decided to get involved in this venture many years ago, when I was a medical school and several of them were in law school. We wanted a safe place to explore the lifestyle. And this, from the warehouse, to setting up the infrastructure, to getting people in the lifestyle rather that those who wanted to gawk here. We’re now one of the most popular clubs on the coast.”

  She blinked a few times, absorbing his words. “How do you keep your life and your lifestyle apart?” Certainly if someone came in to the office, who had seen Glenn whipping or binding someone, there would have been a reaction.

  “Melissa, the club runs under very strict rules of anonymity. It costs a great deal to join the club, and even more to stay an active member. We know everything about our members, and they know well enough to keep quiet about who they see behind our doors. In our twelve years in business, we’ve never had a situation where anonymity was compromised. Not ever. That says something about our clientele.”

  “And your lawyers,” she pointed out.

  “Yes, indeed.”

  He drove them to the warehouse district and they bypassed the ropes at the front of the club. “Ownership has its privileges,” he pointed out, pulling into a small private keyed entry parking lot behind the club. His BMW slid in between a couple of Mercedes; these people were not exactly struggling, were they?

  “Come on in. as my guest you’ll get the full tour, starting at the offices.” He got out of the car and came around to take her hand. “And for tonight, you’re my lady.”

  That made her heart race, and moisture collected between her legs. She pressed them together, trying not to whimper.

  “Come. Inside.” She had a feeling she could come anywhere and any time, as long as he was offering.

  Melissa followed Glenn into a door, a burly security guard handed her a bright pink wristband.

  “Wear that. Everyone will know you’re a VIP guest,” he told her, and she slipped it on.

  He took her first to his office, a small alcove adorned with beautiful BDSM portraits. He unlocked a drawer in his desk and motioned her to put her purse there.

  “Tell me if any of this gets to be too intense for you.”

  “I will.”

  He guided her out of his office and into the main space of the club. A dance floor stood in the middle of the room, a stage at the far end. All around the sides were alcoves where people were...getting busy.

  “This is our main floor,” he told her. “We have private rooms above, and a separate VIP area two floors up where the membership caps at fifty. Those are the coveted memberships, twelve thousand a month. We have memberships as low as three hundred a month, so a wider span of people can get in here, as long as they pass all background checks.”

  She couldn’t even imagine that much cash. “Must be exclusive.”

  “It is.”

  Glenn allowed Melissa to drift toward one of the alcoves, where a woman was being petted by her Dominant. She arched up when he stroked down her back, practically rising off all fours.

  “That’s a sensory exercise,” he told her. “If you look carefully, Gina has a dildo in each hole—anus and vagina. As she rises and falls, they stimulate her, keeping her on edge.”

  Melissa made a vague sound, she’d been transported to a new place, a realm where everything was too bright, too stark, too...beautiful.

  “I’ve read about these sorts of places in books, but I never quite thought I’d see one.”

  “They’re based in reality,” he pointed out and she giggled, feeling a little embarrassed. She was such a newbie to all of this.

  They drifted from area to area, and she watched a muscle-bound man getting flogged by a tiny woman, two women whipping a man, a woman completely covered in latex with a straw in her mouth. Everywhere she turned there was another scene, another sensory delight, another over the top display of power and the give and take between humans. The patrons crossed all lines, young and old, costumes to casual clothing. All races were represented here. It was a true BDSM-centric melting pot.

  Melissa stood quietly at Glenn’s side as he took her through the club, her body and soul reacting to not only his magnetism, but the obvious strength in the Dominants and the care they gave to their submissives. It was a different world here and one she desperately wanted to become a part of.

  “Are you done?” he asked her after an hour or so.

  “Done?” she asked, turning to look at him.

  “With observing.” There was some weight to those words, and she watched him, uncertain how to respond.

  “I…guess?”

  “Come with me. Private room. Upstairs.”

  “I…” Her mind was whirling.

  “Melissa, you want this. Don’t pretend you don’t. I’m willing to give this to you here, on neutral territory. You have only to say yes.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, surprising herself. And her body too, apparently, as the thought of him dominating her caused her panties to soak right through with her juices.

  Glenn brought her to a room with a keypad entry and entered a code. He let her go in first, shutting the door firmly behind her, and she had the sense that it was symbolic of closing one aspect of her life and starting a new one.

  She was ready.

  Glenn watched her responses and reactions as she took in the variety of scenes. A mid-month Friday wasn’t the most exciting time at the club, but there had been a variety of scenes, from breathplay to sensory stimulation, and she’d seemed to get some benefit from each situation. Now, he’d have her in his lair, and see what she responded to.

  He though
t he had her figured out. Maybe he did.

  “Melissa, get on your knees. Your safe word will be mustard. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathy now, giving her a vulnerability that he couldn’t wait to explore.

  “You’ll do everything I say, unless you cannot. In that case, use your safe word and the scene will end.”

  “For good?”

  “For tonight.”

  She nodded, dropping to her knees. Her hands clasped together at the small of her back, and she stared at the ground, her back erect. She made a beautiful picture, the reddish blonde of her hair spilling over her shoulders.

  He tucked that hair behind one ear, stroking up the column of her throat. She swallowed hard.

  “Melissa, this is new to you, so I’m going to give you some autonomy here. Tell me what you want.”

  “You.”

  In the ambient light of the room, he could see the color flaring on her cheeks.

  “Do you want me to dominate you?” he asked, pressing her.

  “I...maybe?” She clearly didn’t know how to answer it and he nodded, his mind made up.

  “How do you want me, Melissa?”

  “Fucking me.” She seemed surprised that she’d said the words, but once they were out, she couldn’t bring them back. Instead, she swallowed hard, working against what must be her nerves.

  “More than me dominating you right now?”

  “I...yes?” She seemed uncertain, but then she stilled, and he sensed her going deep into thought. “Yes,” she said, more firmly. “I want…”

  He could finish that thought. “You want a Dominant who you care about, someone who has an investment in you. Is that right?”

  “Yes.”

  He’d suspected that, and it wasn’t at all hard to lead her to the realization. Glenn reached for her hands, tugging her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. It was a possession, no doubt about it. He commanded her mouth to open for him, and plunged his tongue deep inside, moaning against the pliancy of her lips. Melissa sagged, and he brought her to the bed, stretching her out, never once breaking the kiss.