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Taming the Bitch Boss
Also by Alexandra Noir
About Alexandra Noir
Taming the Bitch Boss
Nina walked down the long hallway of the multi-catalog conglomerate, Fancy This, with her heels echoing a cadence of purpose and her pace forecasting ruthlessness. As the Sales Director of their top three catalogs, she was in a numbers mood. And those numbers better be as high as and much sharper than the spike of her heels.
After an impatient tug on the bottom of her tailored sports coat, her long manicured nails flicked imaginary wrinkles from the top of her skirt. She imagined sinking those same nails into an employee for whatever reason she chose. Rounding the corner, she caught Bria Cruise laughing with a newer employee while strolling leisurely toward their desks.
"Why is work not being done?" she snapped as one manicured nail cut across her throat before catching her long blonde hair to toss over her shoulder.
Grown men flinched and most women jumped in their seats. Bria, though, calmly took her seat and dared to make eye contact with her. Nina glared at the young girl who finally answered, "We had to use the restroom."
Her words were politely spoken, but her eyes were just as cold as Nina's. Bria couldn't stand their bitch of a boss, and privately waited for vengeance.
Nina ignored her, only because Bria's numbers were at the top, and switched focus to the new hire. He'd been written up for being late twice over the last month.
"Craig," she hissed, mentally daring him to look up. He kept his head down and nervously studied his hands. "So far this week, you've managed to impress one person…the janitor. You have two days to bring your numbers up or don't bother coming back on Monday."
Her team collectively thought that Nina had some kind of bad information on Anna, her superior, so they could do nothing to stop her bad attitude and bullying. No one bothered to go to HR or Ethics. All the employees considered those departments a joke. They worked hard and helped each other however they could, but Craig had been late twice. He'd messed up so there was really no help for him. Bria gritted her teeth to keep from spilling what was on her mind, and planned to help her co-worker anyway.
Throughout the short meeting, Nina pushed buttons and stirred up drama wherever she could just to wreak havoc. Watching her small team of six employees recuperate from her wrath had become her favorite pastime while at work. Since she was leaving them with only thirty minutes to finish before their shift ended, she gave them a syrupy smile and closed with her familiar warning, "Now, sell as if a drop in numbers will crush your soul"—she tapped her ample breasts and then pointed her finger at them—"because you know I will. Get back to work."
Pivoting on her toe, she walked back to her desk and grabbed her purse. Next stop, home and to check a profile she recently set up simply to have some destructive fun by night. After all, there were balls to destroy, and she had the perfect set of spiked heels to do it.
***
Damian stared at the new user profile with an image of one smoky eye, meant to convey a dominating seductress. If he hadn't read her bio, full of icy ego with a side order of challenge, he might have bought what the image tried hard to portray. Something familiar, though, nagged him. He could easily have checked her true information, but he loved a challenge, so he held off. He read the bio again, this time aloud.
"Dominatrix seeks submissive male who loves ball-destroying spiked heels, will lick his own cum off wherever I choose, and is prepared to have his soul crushed every night."
His front door opened and his half-sister immediately started bitching about her boss, "That fucking cunt is about to fire the latest addition to our team. How many employees are we going to lose before her boss wakes the hell up? God, I almost screamed when she closed with that bullshit about dropped numbers and crushing our souls. And—"
"Wait! Your boss! That's your damn boss!" He barked a laugh and motioned her over to the computer. "You are not going to believe this, but I think she set up a profile on Naughty Affairs." He pointed to the image and asked, "Is that her eye?"
Bria's eyebrows flew halfway to her hairline. "It looks like her, but with more makeup."
"That's not all. Read her bio." He scrolled down the page and waited for her to read it.
"Holy shit, Damian, that has to be her. Contact her. You have to contact her!" Bria laughed and grabbed his shoulders while shrieking, "I got you now, you fucking bitch!"
"Hold up. What are you planning, Bria? And how are you figuring me into those plans?"
"All you have to do, Damian, is act like you want her to destroy you so she'll agree to see you. Set up a time and place, and I'll do all the rest."
"What do you mean by 'all the rest,' Bria?" Based on hearing her year of vehement complaints, coming from someone who rarely complained, she'd been worrying Damian for a long while.
"Get images of what will look to everyone like she's hurting you," she proudly said.
"And have her spiked heel anywhere near my balls? Oh, hell no! Are you nuts?!"
"Oh, she won't get—"
"Bria, she's not even a dominatrix. Her profile is bullshit, and…" But then he had an idea. "What if I challenge her and can get her to submit? What if I can get her to lay off the attitude and play nice?"
Disbelief and amusement crossed Bria's face. "Oh, right! Sorry, Dame, but not even you could…" His eyebrows jumped up a notch. "Look, I'm not saying changing her is impossible, but this is Nina we're talking about."
He shrugged. "All the more reason."
"Just get an image to use against her. She'd have to drop her attitude toward us if I confront her with it." She snapped her fingers and said, "Or you could threaten to post it online. She'd back off then."
"Do you have a picture of her?" he asked after staring at the smoky-eye profile image. Bria left his side to grab her phone. When she returned with an image of a tall, attractive blond—smooth skin, perfectly aligned features, and piercing hazel eyes—Damian said, "Nice curves, works out, and impeccable taste in fashion. Too bad her attitude overrides her beauty." A devious smile spread over his face. "I'm about to rock your mind, bitch."
***
At around ten that night, Nina's phone beeped to let her know she had a notification. One glance led to a double-take. A Naughty Affairs user had messaged her.
Miles away and grinning, Damian was reading his message right along with her, "I'd like to see you try to crush my soul. Consider yourself a sadist, huh? You're either just another vulgar bitch seeking ways out of your boring life or you're seeking to feed that ugly anger issue by luring some poor schmuck in for your cause. This site's not for your kind. Take your overactive ego and ignorance elsewhere."
"Stupid dick!" she hissed at her computer screen, outraged that this nobody was onto her, and challenged, "So meet me for a little soul crushing. Name a time and place."
She hit send, thinking he was probably a teenage troll that would scare off easily. She started to stand but his response stopped her. "Deal. Tomorrow night at 6:30. Shady Acres Inn on Oak Street. Room 110."
"Expect me to believe you just happened to have a room rented? You don't fool me. Fuck you, you 12-year-old twit!" She typed
and immediately hit Enter.
"Ha! You didn't even research Shady Acres." Damian wrote back and shook his head before typing, "Prove you're not the 12-year-old here. Strip and go to video if you're so hot to play."
He knew he had her, but waited for her to see that Shady Acres was no mere inn. But he didn't think she'd actually show herself in video.
"I'm new to the area," she lied. "So now I know about Shady Acres. Bring up your video first, so I know who I'm dealing with. Your profile pic only shows your nude back."
He had nothing to lose. He clicked on a few icons and waited. She suddenly appeared on his screen, not exactly nude but only wearing a sexy bra and panty set. Entirely on a hunch, Damian leaned forward, banishing a few of the shadows for her to see his face, and narrowed his serious gray-blue eyes. He was dominant by nature but wasn't attracted to women who eagerly submitted.
Damian Marks now looked at this bitchy virgin submissive, watched her throat convulse in a hard swallow, her breasts rise as she nervously licked her parted lips, and then she tried to save face by throwing ice into her gaze.
"Tell me your name," he ordered, wondering if she'd insist on being called Trix, her site name.
"Call me Jay," she said. "And yours?"
"Everyone calls me Dame, short for Damian. Your fake bio was strongly worded, but you're no sadist. Let me guess"—of course, based on Bria's experience with her, he didn't have to guess anything—"you're in a management position where you hold all the control, so you thought prancing that control into a night to destroy a man would be just the stress reliever you need."
She leaned back, unwilling to let him see how right he was, and studied this very attractive and obviously alpha male. His eyes were mesmerizing, serious one minute and amused the next, and his demeanor had a familiar uncaring edge. She was used to that attitude from people, though. It was simply a response to her coldness. His long face and square jaw were at odds with his nose and eyes, but the result still gave him a unique show-stopping look. Cameras would love his appearance. Based on his profile image, this man bench pressed refrigerators for breakfast. Now, what would it take to reduce him to a hot shattered mess?
"Now, you're scheming on how to break me. Not gonna happen, Jay, but it'll be damn fun to watch you try. Are we on for tomorrow at 6:30, Room 110?"
"We're on," was all she managed to say before his finger lowered to shut down the video. Let her stew over that.
From a dark corner where she'd been watching and listening, Bria said, "I'll be damned! She's a submissive at heart. By the way, Jay stands for Jeanine. Think she'll meet you?"
"Judging by the look on her face, she won't be able to resist."
***
All day, Nina was distracted and completely off her game. Dame's eyes, a shifting shade of gray and blue, had haunted her dreams, and were the first thing she'd thought of when she'd awakened. She must have stared at his bare back, cut off to show a glimpse of bare ass, for a full twenty minutes before work. Over and over, she told herself the attraction was just because she hadn't had sex in forever.
By four o'clock, she was desperate to shake the erotic funk gripping her mind. After all, she had a team to terrorize. Craig, their newest hire, had done better today, but the task of getting his numbers up high enough for him to stay employed was impossible at this rate. The thought of firing him tomorrow during his review made her smile. When it came time to meet the team at 4:30, she decided to cancel their meeting and leave early. Craig would think he was off the hook, and the remaining team would bask in a bit of relief but tomorrow…
After jerking Dame's chain, she'd be herself again. And she planned to avoid all eye contact.
Back at home, she kicked off her heels at the front door and savored the cold granite on her feet as she walked across the spacious foyer. Her kitchen, to the left, was spotless with high-end stainless steel appliances and marble counter tops. To her right was her unused dining room with a mahogany table and six chairs. She allowed no one in her home, treating it as her sanctuary.
She'd continued straight through the foyer and slipped out the double doors, walking around her pool as she slid her suit off. Tossing it onto a lounge chair, she shimmied out of her bra and panties and climbed into her hot tub.
After a thirty-minute soak, she went back inside to climb her stairs and prepare for Dame's torture.
Across town, directly beside the Shady Acres Inn, Dame looked up when Bria literally skipped happily through his front door.
"You rattled Nina. She was bordering on nice, then she canceled our sales meeting and left early. Craig thinks she'll still fire him tomorrow. If we get the goods on her tonight, she won't be able to fire him. I have a feeling she went home and prepared for you. What do you plan on doing?"
"Not discussing my sex life with you, Bria. That's gross," he told her.
"You're not actually going to have sex with her, are you? That would be gross!"
He looked sideways at her. "She's hot and submissive, and presents a challenge because she's a bitch. Of course I'm going to fuck her."
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "I need that evidence before tomorrow."
"I'll take care of it," he promised, already knowing exactly what he was going to do.
***
Nina didn't really know what to expect, but she needed to throw him off a little. Her plan was to arrive at least ten minutes late. She pulled her Mustang into the Shady Acres Inn parking lot at 6:42 and had no qualms about leisurely checking her makeup in her visor mirror before sauntering to Room 110.
Damian, sitting in his Ford F150, watched every move she made and waited for impatience to set in. After a couple minutes of knocking and shuffling of her platform spiked black heels, she balled her hands into fists. He sent her a "the door is unlocked, go inside," message through Naughty Affairs. Her head lowered to look at her phone, then jerked backward which told him a lot about her frame of mind at reading it. She'd obviously thought she held all the control.
Nina looked around, scanning the parking lot, and finally went inside. She'd spotted a man sitting in a truck, but his features weren't clear enough to see. In her ego-driven mind, whatever danger he may present was nothing when compared to her self-perceived wrath if the situation turned bad.
She looked around at the king-sized bed, two bedside tables, a long dresser with a modest-sized flat screen TV, and a token scenic painting hanging over the bed. She bypassed all this and headed toward the bathroom on the other end of the room. A separate space held two sinks and a small chair. Inside the bathroom, a large expensively outfitted shower caught her attention. A huge rainforest shower head jutted from the top and multiple inlaid sprays were set into the tiled walls. An outer panel with settings to her right obviously operated the sprays. Her phone, still clutched in her hand, signaled she'd received another message through the site. Wondering why so much expense was poured into the shower instead of the whole set of rooms, she pulled up the new message.
"Glad you like the shower. Now, undress. You'll find a blindfold on the pillow. Put it on and get in bed."
"How the hell does he know…" She looked up and saw the small camera's red blinking light. "Well, the inn is begging for a lawsuit for that camera." She raised her phone, intending to take a picture while asking, "And do you expect my blind trust when I haven't met you? No."
"Turn around," he said from the doorway.
Nina jumped, dropped her phone, and yelped at the sound of his deep voice. Outrage flooded her, and she spun around only to lose her balance in the thick platform heels. Dame's arms closed around her and, for a second, she was staring into his mesmerizing eyes before his arm swept under her knees and lifted her as if she was a child. "The room is registered to me and the camera is mine; meant for protection from soul crushing maniacs."
He carried her to the bed and dropped her, but crowded her before her body's first bounce completed. Using his most powerful asset, his eyes, he stared her down until she was backed against
the pillows. With slow pointed movements, he released the two large buttons on her gray leather jacket styled as a fashionable sports coat. As he'd suspected, she wore a tight satin bustier and very short skirt underneath. Her ample breasts bulged from the top and the curve of her rosy nipples signaled an impending burst with one little touch. Dame intended to teach her a lesson. He didn't need an image to leverage against her. He wanted her passion. Control that, and he had her right where he wanted her.
His hand slid up her thigh and cupped her pussy, middle finger dipping into her wetness as his head lowered to her right bulging breast. All the while, he never released her from his penetrating gaze.
Trapped beneath a sexy hypnotist was how Nina felt, and she was completely on board with whatever he wanted as long as his hand didn't stop the slow soft strokes of her slit. Up and down, creating a tingly invitation for his finger to explore further, and then his teeth and stubble grazed the edge of her nipple. Damn, it had been too long!
Deeper inside, his finger thrust, curled, and stroked her. Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his arms while her back bowed off the bed. Both nipples sprang free of her bustier and Dame was on them, rubbing stubble, flicking his tongue, and biting one pert button after the other.
"You will do what I say, or you won't get a reward," he threatened. But the scent of her hot sex and her silky skin under his tongue was too damn irresistible to stop now. Of course, she didn't know that.
"Don't stop! Oh, please don't stop."
"Tell me you'll obey me," he demanded, raking her nipple with his stubble again.
"Yes! I'll obey you." She arched high off the bed, raw need twisting her entire body in a silent promise that she was more than ready to be his.
"Good girl," he said around a nipple and sucked hard as he slid two fingers into her moist tightness. Her smooth ass wiggled as she whimpered his name. His cock throbbed to replace those fingers but not before she was in a languid overwhelming river of bliss; harmless and without any attitude but what he commanded of her.
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