Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I sip my coffee, but I suddenly wish I had skipped the cream. I know I’m in perfect shape, but just being here makes me want to be better.
My eyes feast on the view, wondering what Spencer works out in. Does he wear shorts like the others here? I bet his cock looks fuckable in a pair of tight shorts.
“Killian is ready to see you now, Jules,” he says.
I shake my head, knowing he’s trying to get a rise out of me, to get under my skin.
But at this rate, he’ll be under more than that.
Chapter 9
Killian
Rumors spread fast around this office. I’m hearing chatter about someone sent from Nicole. Now that’s a girl who can fuck like a porn star.
I would have liked a chance to shackle her, but she’s already locked down. Not my place to step on that.
Standing six foot four, with a mane of dark hair, and oceanic-blue eyes, I can get any woman I want. I’ve never been turned down, and I never will.
“I noticed she’s with Spencer. Her last stop is to see you.”
My assistant has kept me updated as to the whereabouts of this woman. I’m told her name is Julia, she’s twenty-something, and she’s beautiful.
At least Spencer knew to save the best for last. I don’t have time to spend coaching some woman about the ways of this office.
And if I know my colleagues well, and I do, they’ve already fucked her at least once. More than enough coaching.
I don’t mind being the last on the gravy train. At least she’ll know what to expect.
Everything in my life has a time and place—from the decor of the office to my resort. And I use both those facts to my advantage.
Xane has this game he plays with his girls where he gets a free blowjob if he figures out where things have been moved in his office or something like that. For me, I simply like to punish. If the mood strikes me, I come up with a reason.
A quick bump against the wall gives me an excuse to call my assistant in.
“Do you notice something not right in here?” I ask her.
She searches for a few moments before she finds it. She walks over to the frame on the wall, adjusts it, and then makes a note on the tablet she carries.
“Sorry, Sir. I will talk to housekeeping about the work…”
“You do know what this means, right?” I say with a playful smirk. It’s a pretty thinly veiled game we have going on; I like to punish, and she likes to take it.
She nods slowly and reaches down to begin unbuttoning her blouse. I glance over to the open door then shrug as I swiftly maneuver her to the floor. True to her craft, she doesn’t falter in stripping her clothing, even as I press her face into the thick carpet.
She strips off her clothes, revealing her lack of undergarments. That’s simply part of her dress code.
“I’m ready, Sir,” she says. Sir, in this situation, has a lot of meanings.
I smirk and pick her up easily, kicking my desk chair out of the way before planting her down in its place and using her in its stead.
I peek down at her and find myself greeted with a very lewd and happy smile. I like that in an employee; it shows real dedication to the job.
“Hey, bro!” I hear a familiar voice call out.
“Hello, Spencer. I see you brought a guest.” I smirk, not looking up from my assistant.
My back is to the door, but I already know that he’s standing there with the dark-haired beauty.
Spencer laughs. He knows that some of us are very in tune with our surroundings.
“Dude, you need to tell me how you do that. All that ninja shit. Well, anyway, I have Julia here to see you. She’s a friend of Nicole’s.”
When I stand and turn to face her, a smile pulls at my lips. She really is a stunning woman, but they all are, aren’t they? No one would expect anything less than perfection when they are a friend of Nicole’s.
“Welcome. Come on in and have a seat, Julia.”
I pull my real chair over and give my assistant a firm swat on her ass to dismiss her. I laugh at Julia’s suddenly wide, shocked gaze.
“Just a side meeting, no worries,” I say.
Julia shakes her head and takes in the office. It’s different than the others.
The décor’s dark, and all the furnishings are in the most elegant dark oak. Walls are black, and the trim is a violent shade of red.
The pictures on the walls are all very artistic BDSM poses.
“Wow, your office is quite impressive. I don’t think I have ever been in one that displays this genre of artwork,” Julia says, looking at the models in the photos.