Grant’s training had been enjoyable, and now that she had him right where she wanted him, it was time to up the ante-not to mention, the erotic fun. Her plan of seducing and claiming Grant had been successful, and she now had her very first pet. The training she’d gone through herself not too long ago had paid off, and she wanted to share that success.
Exiting Grant’s office, she grabbed a thick file folder from her desk and headed to the elevators and the third floor. She touched up her lip gloss on the short ride and when the doors opened, stepped out and headed right for the closed door at the back of the accounting department.
Knocking lightly, she adopted a subservient mien that would have shocked her slave before opening the door and entering. The powerfully built man behind the desk didn’t speak to her until she quietly locked the door and dropped to her knees with her head bowed.
“I take it things went well while I was gone?” The deep timbre of his voice made her tummy flip and her nipples harden beneath her silk blouse. She’d missed his masterful presence while he’d been away on business.
She nodded. “He didn’t react as planned initially, but in the end, he came around. He’s now mine to do with as I please, master.”
Isabelle always experienced a thrill saying that word. To know someone had claimed her and now could do with her as he pleased.
“You did well, my perfect angel. Are you ready to take things to the next level?” Andrew asked. He had initiated her to the pleasure to be found in many BDSM and fetish activities.
Isabelle knew what he wanted. Was Grant ready for a threesome? At the thought of being with her master and her slave at the same time, Isabelle shivered deliciously, a rush of moisture pooling in her crotch.
“I look forward to it, master.” And she did, with every ounce of her sexual being.
With a broad smile, Andrew beckoned her to him. Ready for his touch, Isabelle crawled to him eagerly and draped herself over his lap.
As he warmed her bottom with his heavy hand, she cried out in pleasure and giddily pictured what his words meant. Isabelle and her master had been waiting patiently for a third person to come along to complete their ménage.
And now that he’d been found, she couldn’t wait to get between Andrew and Grant-literally.
Author Bio
Eve Langlais, a Canadian in her mid thirties who’s married with three children, resides in small town in Ontario. She works from home as a web mistress and customer service rep, and in her spare time, likes to spend time with her family, read tawdry romance novels, and write even naughtier ones.
She claims her stories come from the voices clamoring inside her head and invites you to find out what her naughty mind has prompted her to write by visiting her website at http://www.evelanglais.com.
