| Author: | Daisy Rose | ISBN: | 9780463053133 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing | Publication: | September 7, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Daisy Rose |
| ISBN: | 9780463053133 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing |
| Publication: | September 7, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Nicky's first day as a maid is turning out to be a lot dirtier than she anticipated. Not only is she expected to wear a skimpy maid's uniform that barely covers anything with no underwear, she is required to surrender to her boss and all the employees in the office.
Humiliation and raw physical desire consume her body, mind, and soul as brazen hands breach her every defense and take her.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice feeling much closer to me than he was, so soft it was almost a whisper, but deep enough to vibrate through my bones.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly thought my nose, taking my time to completely empty my lungs before taking in air again, a meditative trick I had learned a few months ago in a free yoga class. It helped calm me down when I panicked, which I was very close to doing at that very moment, especially with him looking at me like that. "Nothing, sir," I said truthfully.
He stood up and I took a tentative step back, trying to create a distance between us. That seemed to displease him. His lips tightened into a straight line and I held my breath as I waited for him to talk. The tension in the air made it hard to breath.
It didn't help matters that the scent of his cologne filled my lungs, intoxicating my mind and body.
I saw his eyes flick down and notice the change in my body. He appraised my body without shame. I continued standing up straight, resisting the strong urge to cover my chest with my arms.
"I like what you're wearing," he said, eyeing me up and down, drinking in the sight of my body, almost transparent against the white material and the short skirt that barely covered my anything. I tried to tug the skirt down a little more, but it was no use. "You'll be wearing this from now on," he said with a tone that left no room for protests.
"Yes, sir," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned back against the desk, almost sitting on it as he folded his muscular arms over his chest.
He exuded power. "Your work hours are clearly stated in the contract. Now, given that you had an early start today, I'm willing to excuse your behavior this time."
"Thank you," I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Nevertheless, you should still be punished for your tardiness," he said, walking around behind me so I couldn't see him.
My heart caught in my throat.
I felt his breath against my ear and knew he was leaning close to me. Despite my nerves, I remained absolutely still, waiting for the sound of his voice.
"Stand up and lean over the desk," he said finally.
Nicky's first day as a maid is turning out to be a lot dirtier than she anticipated. Not only is she expected to wear a skimpy maid's uniform that barely covers anything with no underwear, she is required to surrender to her boss and all the employees in the office.
Humiliation and raw physical desire consume her body, mind, and soul as brazen hands breach her every defense and take her.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice feeling much closer to me than he was, so soft it was almost a whisper, but deep enough to vibrate through my bones.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly thought my nose, taking my time to completely empty my lungs before taking in air again, a meditative trick I had learned a few months ago in a free yoga class. It helped calm me down when I panicked, which I was very close to doing at that very moment, especially with him looking at me like that. "Nothing, sir," I said truthfully.
He stood up and I took a tentative step back, trying to create a distance between us. That seemed to displease him. His lips tightened into a straight line and I held my breath as I waited for him to talk. The tension in the air made it hard to breath.
It didn't help matters that the scent of his cologne filled my lungs, intoxicating my mind and body.
I saw his eyes flick down and notice the change in my body. He appraised my body without shame. I continued standing up straight, resisting the strong urge to cover my chest with my arms.
"I like what you're wearing," he said, eyeing me up and down, drinking in the sight of my body, almost transparent against the white material and the short skirt that barely covered my anything. I tried to tug the skirt down a little more, but it was no use. "You'll be wearing this from now on," he said with a tone that left no room for protests.
"Yes, sir," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned back against the desk, almost sitting on it as he folded his muscular arms over his chest.
He exuded power. "Your work hours are clearly stated in the contract. Now, given that you had an early start today, I'm willing to excuse your behavior this time."
"Thank you," I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Nevertheless, you should still be punished for your tardiness," he said, walking around behind me so I couldn't see him.
My heart caught in my throat.
I felt his breath against my ear and knew he was leaning close to me. Despite my nerves, I remained absolutely still, waiting for the sound of his voice.
"Stand up and lean over the desk," he said finally.
