Take away the control and what do you have left? Desire.
Melissa is smart, confident and head strong. She has her dream career and is a step away from becoming a partner at Grimly and Vimes. Richard ruins her perfect plan when he uncovers a serious indiscretion in her past and forces her to be his office sex slave for a week in return for his silence.
But Melissa finds out that she enjoys being told what to do. She craves punishment and adores to be put in her place and Richard does it so perfectly. It was not in her plan to fall in love but how will she cope when it happens anyway?
Reader Advisory:This story contains black mail, forced acts of submission and elements of dubious consent.
General Release Date: 1st October 2012
I've always loved to be in control. Some people called it OCD, other people thought that I had a stick up my arse, but really it was all about not being vulnerable. I'd had enough of that to last me a lifetime. So I kept everything cool, calculated and distanced, especially in my work life.
I'd climbed up the corporate ladder, rung by rung by working hard and partying little. I'd made a lot of progress, but there was a guy above me in thecompany and he was just about to retire. I wanted his position as partner and head investment banker at Grimly and Vimes. So I still had a lot to prove and many hours to work to be assured that I could get that job. I wouldn't let any kind of psychological warfare trip me up.
I tried not to let people know how much it hurt me when they called me 'the big bitch' and I tried to wear the nickname proudly. I hated it, though. I know it is only human nature to pick on the obvious differences of an opponent then use that as a hurtful label, but I couldn't help but feel the sting of it from time to time. It still hurts to be called fat when you're thirty. In fact it can be more painful than it was when you were only a child.
It's the one thing I could say for Richard—the guy hadn't stooped to calling me names. He might have been a hard—hearted bastard who drove me up the wall with his arrogance and his driving need to be right, but at least he treated me like an equal, which was more than I could say for some of the sexist pigs in the office. I just didn't like that we were equally matched and I was worried that he'd get the promotion ahead of me.
I knew I was good at what I did and I wouldn't be beaten. I took risks when I needed to and worked all damn day if it was what it took to get a new client. There was only one slight chink in my armour and I had been sure to hide it from detection. I was confident that whatever Richard could do I could do better.
"Melissa, could I have a word with you in my office?" Richard's voice rang through my thoughts. I looked up from my hastily poured coffee.
"Sure, is now okay? I've just taken two minutes to grab a coffee but I really need to get back to the Cobden pitch."
"Now is fine, thanks."
I followed him down the corridor from the communal kitchen and wondered what on earth he could want me for. We didn't work on the same jobs, we were both given the top clients and it took a lot of work to keep up with them. I wondered if he was just trying to work out what kind of competition he had for the position that we both wanted.
He stood back from the door and waved me in. Normally I would have made a fuss—he wouldn't do the same for a man and I didn't like being treated differently just because I was a woman. Not in my work life, not in day—to—day doings and not in my sex life, either. Not that I had a sex life. I hadn't fucked anyone but myself in over a year.
I shook my head and focused back on the task in hand. Not that I wanted to fuck Richard, oh, definitely not. Although he did have a he didn't have a perfect arse shaped like two juicy plums ripe for the tasting. I mean on the surface he was pretty decent in the looks department. With his wide shoulders and pouty lips that appeared like they'd take a good nibbling. Those deep emerald eyes of his just seemed to drag you in.
But I knew he was simply not my type. He was too dominant—he wanted to be top dog and we couldn't both be on top, whichever way you thought about it.
Richard shut the door behind him and sat down behind his sleek, black desk.
"Take a seat, Melissa," he said and waved at the seat opposite him.
"Well, I don't know if I have time—"
"Sit down, Melissa," he repeated the phrase with grit in his voice.
"Fine, but I really can't stay long."
"This won't take long." He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper.
"As you know, I want this partnership and I'm determined to get it so I've been working really hard to secure that position."
I nodded and hid a yawn behind my hand. It was just a really lame attempt at psyching me out. I'd give him a few more minutes but if nothing interesting was forthcoming I decided that I'd just leave. I didn't have time to waste on exchanging idle threats.
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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Switching the Control is fun, sassy and with a nice depth of emotion.Two wounded souls who find the most unconventional of ways to come together. The sex is steamy, the writing flows and I certainly...
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This is the perfect read when you are in the mood for something hot and steamy. If you've been curious to try a book with BDSM in it, I recommend this one because the scenes are tastefully done and...
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