“6:15. Be Ready.” I read the email from my administrative assistant, Evan. Evan might be my assistant during working hours, but he is also my dominant. Be Ready. That could mean a variety of things. We had a busy day filled with meetings ahead of us, so I knew it unlikely I’d have a chance to ask for clarification. Nonetheless, that niggling mix of excitement, worry, anticipation, and a tinge of fear lay just beneath the...

Even though I am Evan's boss at the office, he is still my dominant and has my full consent to set expectations, challenges, and sessions as he chooses. Naturally, I trust his professionalism completely, even at work. A perfect example would be last week. Evan has sent an expectations for me not to wear underwear without his permission. I agreed to this. Last week, I did not meet this expectation when I forgot to get his...

Sasha looked across her desk as the green notification popped up on her phone, casually assuming it was her husband, or one of her various mums’ chat groups. However, her heart skipped a beat when she saw “David” and her fingers shook slightly as she unlocked her screen. Working hard, Sasha? Sasha looked guiltily around the open plan office. It was about a third full, typical for a Friday as her firm had a hybrid working...

One moment, Nova Woodford was delivering a congratulatory speech to her mentor, and the next, her gaze landed on a man at the back of the crowd, eliciting goosebumps across her skin. Their eyes met across the distance for only a few seconds, and her body responded with an undeniable throb. He emanated an aura of dominance that heightened her arousal with just a glance. What on earth had they put in this drink? She wondere...

The ecology major couldn't help but rearrange her breasts for the tenth time that hour. It overwhelmed her with anxiety and struggled to stay put on her bed. The room was decorated with led lights and she had her phone set firmly on a selfie stick. The nineteen-year-old was ready to get this session over with quickly. The week beforehand, she had been in bed checking her stats. For eight weeks she streamed on four sites....

Naked on the sofa, I rest against Bryan. He strokes my hair as I think back to that call with Alexander. I've never been so eager to question all my life choices. I'm so happy here with Bryan. The wise thing to do would be to return home. If my husband comes back early and finds our house empty, everything will fall apart. This dirty call was so out of character for him. Something's wrong, I know it. "You want to talk abo...

My master leads me to the back door and my heart starts pounding. Bryan may live in one of those villas where you can't see a neighbor for miles around, but the idea of walking around in the backyard completely naked and with an anal toy makes me feel uncomfortable. Bryan insists as he open the door, and I gather my courage to step out. It's a beautiful day. The sun warms my skin instantly. Bryan suggests I dip in the poo...

She didn't want to be there... It was almost certain he would be there. It was his continuation day and her obligation as an alumni and board member was to make an appearance. Things didn't end well for them last time. The energy is too much for both of them. --------- He wants more. She's everything he wants, the chemistry, the connection, the bolt of lightning she sends through his body when he sees her. She hates that...

Honor Banet's plan for a single small profitable patisserie-bistro was swiftly blasted to pieces by a combination of customer demand, Marq Haydn and other events beyond her control. After opening on Carlisle Street, Rick Ford's prediction of people lining up for miles had not exactly come true ... but it came close. After four months, Marq apologized for getting it wrong and advised that she should open another branch on...

On Monday Bodie went to work with a brand new attitude. He was definitely seeing his coworkers in a new light, but he found it hard to get any work done. By the time 3:00 rolled around and he left for his mentoring appointment with Mr. Sterling, he was feeling pretty frustrated. He said as much when John Stirling had seated him in his office and asked how he thought things were going. “Well, you’re not the only one who’s...

"No clothes, huh? How convenient," Sarah said to Honor, grinning. The store had a decent bistro within sight of the till. They were sitting at a table, nursing coffees while Marq was standing in a queue, a basket of new clothes in hand. Honor grinned back. "That's what I said." She giggled as she looked in his direction, lips parting. "I have no idea why he needs them anyway ..." She had made full selfish use of all two d...