Jaimie Newberry is jobless, her rent is due, and her cat just died. On top of that, she was accused of embezzling before she was fired. When her friend invites her for a weekend of kinky fairytale role playing, she agrees to go as Cinderella. What has she got to lose when sex with a handsome prince is involved?
CEO Bryce Langston needs to know if Jamie is innocent of embezzlement or just very clever. He arranges for her to be his weekend sub but soon realizes the pretty scullery maid is naïve to the BDSM lifestyle. As her prince and her Dom, he intends to not only learn the truth but to make sure she has a fantasy come true.
“You don’t know me.” Her breaths became short gasps when his tongue swirled in her outer ear.
“By the time this weekend is over, I will know every inch of you.” He drew in her ear lobe and sucked the soft flesh, then raked his teeth over her lobe. “I will know every secret your body holds. I’ll find all those sensitive spots that crave to be touched, and when I find and touch them, your pussy will weep for my cock, my sweet Cinderella.” He hands slid around her waist.
Oh my god. Jaimie’s knees nearly gave out at the way he’d drawn out her role-play name, making it sound like he was saying Siiinnn-derella. No one had ever talked dirty to her like this. Mike’s version of dirty talk was to tell her he wanted to fuck, but that was it. Even his attempt to talk dirty had left her cold.
“First, you agree to be my sub. Think of it as though I’m your boss in the office.”
“This would be considered sexual harassment,” Jaimie said as she leaned back against her prince, shivering as his tongue traced the swirls of her ear.
He chuckled and lifted his head. “We’re creating our own fantasy world here. You ever been called up to the top floor to have sex with a rich CEO?”
“No. Where I worked, I was a peon. The CEO never mixed with us worker drones. Didn’t even have an office in our building.”
“That’s too bad. Did you have fantasies about being fucked by him?” His lips nipped along the side of her neck.
“Why not?” He shoved the neckline of her top off her shoulder.
Jaimie wanted him to stop talking and keep kissing her. “’Cause he’s probably old and fat. With a beer belly.” God, don’t stop.
His laughter in the hollow of her neck sent delicious cravings for his mouth against her skin from her tummy down to her curled toes.
“How about we pretend that I’m the CEO and I’ve called my lowly, naughty peon up to my richly appointed office for a weekend of overtime.”
“What do I have to do?” His hands skimmed down her sides, following her waist to her hips.
“You must obey me and do everything I tell you.”
“And if I don’t?”
His hands cupped her ass and squeezed. He lifted his head and watched her in the mirror. “Then I’ll have to spank you.”
Jaimie, floating on a haze of desire, nearly choked. “What?”