Rose Office Romance Public Use 3-Book Bundle

1. Auflage 2023
ISBN: 979-8-215-21088-8
Verlag: Boruma Publishing, LLC
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 160 Seiten

Three books, three women, and their desperate need to be seen and used by their superiors. This bundle includes:

Shameless Desperate Secretary
Hailey is hopelessly in love with her boss and it's ruining her life. She can't look at any of the men without comparing them to Julian. It certainly doesn't help that he is somehow able to be kind towards her while also not realizing she exists.So, she comes up with a terrible plan to get herself fired so she can finally move on. First, she goes to a fetish club and finds herself a Dom.

Available for Public Use
Shelby is office property. That means she's hired specifically for public use- office use. For a job that's supposed to be as exciting as it is perverse, it's mind-numbingly boring.  She's going to step up her game and get people to come see her- use her, even if it means breaking all the terms of her contract and risking getting fired.

Fall Hopelessly in Love
Allison is bored out of her mind, so when she is offered the job of a secretary to an author, she leaps at it. Dalquiel - You will address me as Mr. James - is a good employer, but there are mysteries surrounding her new home. Will she be able to keep her own rule on not getting involved in the business of others, or will she find herself trapped in the mystery that has wrapped itself around her?

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'Women like you should be shown their place,' he groans and she braces herself, waiting for him to smack her around a little. It's all part of her contract and he's allowed to hurt her.

She had laid out a few riding crops and the whips, even paddles. She had been wary of those in the beginning. People who aren't used to these equipment might not know to be careful of where they hit her, but no one has ever used it on her before and curiosity has taken over her self preservation skills by now.

As long as she doesn't tell him to stop, he doesn't have to.

She waits and waits... and waits... The pain never comes.

Until it does, and even then, it's just a light slap on her clothed behind.

'Ow?' she starts carefully and he apologize immediately with a litany of 'sorry's that grates on her nerves more than soothes her.

'Keep going,' she sighs and thinks she should be paid more than she is. 'I'm just playing a character, remember?' she reminds him because he's the sort to need reminders.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Rose, Daisy

Leseproben

Chapter Two: Seize Control
Except she really, honestly, doesn't. Vanilla sex used to be enough for her. A lot of things used to be enough for her. Things were so much easier before she fell in love with someone so utterly unattainable. When she was young and had zero expectations, she would walk into a nightclub, let someone good looking buy her a few drinks and take her home. She supposes it only used to be easier because she didn't use to have expectations from her lovers. They're just handsome men whom she wanted to feel good with. She had been more carefree, more open. She knows how she looks, petite and pretty, young and untouched. She makes older men feel like they're young again. She lets them relish in their strength,  their virility. Men liked touching her and she would let them, back then. They liked putting their hands on her thighs, their mouths to her neck, liked calling her 'Sweet girl' or whatever sweet nothings they enjoy whispering. And she lets them. The ones that were good at it, she would return to for a while, until she grows tired of them and finds someone new. She's older now and vanilla sex had gotten boring. There's also the fact that she would think of Julian during vanilla sex and then work is just awkward the day after. These days, she goes to Scar, the BDSM club that's far enough from the office that she can pretend she's someone else. When she arrives, the doorman grins at her, "Are you finally going to play, Hailey?" he asks as he checks her ID. She flushes, annoyed that he knows she has only been observing so far. "I haven't found the right Dom yet," she says, but that's not quite true. She would be lying if she said she didn't wish Julian was here too, though maybe that's the push she needs, seeing him with another woman. She remembers the last time she had come in here. She had been prepared for edgy black and red décor with heavy metal music playing, but there's comfortable dark grey and blue furniture and soft classical tunes. The coat checker takes her jacket and gives her to complementary mask that's meant to be thrown away when she's ready to leave. Confidentiality is a big thing here. She ties the butterfly eye mask around her head and heads towards the bar to indulge in an overpriced drink. The club isn't too busy, but then, the night is still young. She doesn't spend too much time here. The door fee alone was is a good hundred dollars, and that's Danny being kind to her because she looks young. She had seen a man who had come before her pay at least three times that amount, handing over several hundred-dollar bills. She wonders if it's cheaper because she's only watching. At least for now. She isn't sure about participating yet and that has nothing to do with how she is worried about comparing the men, the Doms to Julian. The things they do here is intense and it makes her mouth go dry and her body grow warm all over when she looks at them, but she doesn't think she's ready to participate. She doesn't know if she'll ever be ready to submit to something so absolute, to put her trust in a single man to know exactly what to do with her. Maybe she'll be able to if it's Julian. She shakes her head. She's here to forget about him, to distract herself from those thoughts that goes nowhere. There are various rooms for her to explore, the open curtains indicating there is still space for people to join in. Sometimes, the place gets so crowded that all the curtains are closed and she would have nothing to do but linger at the bar and enjoy her drink. Those days are fine too. "Hello there, princess," murmurs a tall man when he sees her wandering down the hall without a Dom accompanying her. "Do you want to join me today?" he asks. It's a bold invitation, one that is frankly a little insulting considering he didn't even bother buying her a drink first. "No, thank you," she says. "I'm just here to watch," she straightens. She had passed by a few displays already, a bound submissive being spanked by her Dominant and another being flogged. "Aww, don't be like that," he say, stepping into her personal space. He must be new here. "No means no," she reminds him primly. "If you don't even know that basic rule, maybe I should get security involved." "How long do you think security would take to get here?" he asks, advancing forward, so close that she can smell the beer on his breath and has to take a step back to make some space between them. "Take one more step forward and I'll scream," she says with more confidence than she feels. Her heart is beating wildly in her chest and the man in front of her is an imposing asshole, tall with broad shoulders and a handsome bottom half of a face that she can see under the mask. He seems like the kind of guy who's used to getting his way. "Oh yeah? They'll probably think we're playing some sort of game," he grins. "You like playing hard to get, baby doll?" "I said no," she repeats firmly, hand pressed against his chest. She pushes him as hard as she can, using the wall behind her to give herself more momentum, more strength to push him away. He stumbles back, more from the shock of how hard she had pushed him, and she takes the opportunity to get away, slipping into one of the rooms with open curtains and then closing it behind her, seeing that it's reached it's five person limit. There's a small stage in the room with a Saint Andrew's cross, bound to which is a woman with fiery red hair tied in a braid and curled in front of her. She's wearing a black bodice and g-string, leaving her back mostly bared for her Dom who's using a flogger on her back. She moves further into the room, her heart still beating hard from the confrontation. She sinks into the only empty couch left in the room and takes a sip of the water by the side table. There, she takes several more breaths and tries to enjoy the scene in front of her. The woman being flogged has her head bowed and she's letting out weak gasps every time her Dom draws back and strikes her skin. the The obvious trust between the duo on stage, the give and take, power and the pain, draws her in easily. "Are you alright? You're looking rather pale." She's pulled out of her thoughts by a smooth voice. She glances over at the man in the seat next to hers. There are three other spectators in the room with them, but their gazes are locked firmly on the front of the stage. "I'm fine," she says, taking another sip of the water. "How old are you?" She startles at the question. "That's none of your business," she says, crossing her arms over her chest, and then quickly unfolding them when she realizes that it's pulling attention on her breasts. She had been feeling a brave today and worn a dress with a low sweetheart neckline instead of her usual halter dress that covers more of her body. "Danny has been known to let minors in just because they're attractive," he says. "I'm twenty-five," she offers, thrown by the casual way he just called her attractive. "I see," he practically purrs, tilting his head a little. "Are you here to watch or play today?" "Depends," she says, pushing back a shiver at the intense look he's giving her. "On what?" "On whether I find someone I like enough to play with." That makes him smile. "I'm Hailey," she introduces herself before she realizes she should have used a fake name. "Malik," he offers. "I assume you're here alone?" She nods. "Dom or sub?" She's not sure if they should be having this conversation here, with the two still up on the stage. "Sub," she says, unable to imagine herself holding the whip. She would rather be the one tied up, offering complete control of other. She hesitates for a second before adding, "I've never done anything before." Full disclosure is important here. She's read the brochures that are strewn about tastefully. It's not just for her benefit. There are new people coming in here all the time, inexperienced Dominants and Submissives eager to scene for the first time, like the guy in the hallway. She's just glad he hasn't followed her in here. That would be really awkward. She wonders if she could report the man for his indecent behavior. If there was a way for her to report him and if it would do anything. Malik stands, the movement drawing her attention from the unpleasant man she had encountered earlier. He moves with the grace of a predator animal as he comes towards her. He sits next to her, arm thrown across the back of the couch behind her shoulders. She isn't sure if she should be leaning away or press against his front and beg to be swept away into the sunset. "Anything here, or just any sex in general?" he asks, his voice softer now, gentler. It makes her want to melt into his arms, but she stays stubbornly where she is. "I've had sex," she says. Just none of the interesting sort, she adds in her head. Amusement draws the corner of his lips up. "I see," he says. "Have you done any research?" "I've been coming here often," she tells him. "I read the pamphlets they have out here too, and the books that the guy um. Mitchell? Recommended to me when I first came in here." She nods towards the stage, "I know he's using a backhand stroke and that the flogger's made of buffalo, which means she's been doing this a while and they've worked their way up." "I would hope so. Unfortunately, there is no lack of irresponsible Doms here.... Is flogging something you would be interested in?" "Perhaps not my first time," she says, licking her lips. The thought of leather hitting her skin, leaving marks on her pale and otherwise...