Forced to Bloom, Book 1 by Alexis Adaire

Author:Alexis Adaire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic, Erotica, Sex, Romance, Domination, Submission, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Flashing
Publisher: Twisted Pair Publishing
Published: 2014-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

5

The longer the week went on, the more anxious I grew. I tried to keep a level head when thinking about M, but the fact was that, billionaire or not, he pushed certain buttons I’d never had pushed before. Our interactions had been scary and exciting, and that resonated with me sexually in a way I wasn’t accustomed to.

I kept telling myself that it was silly to dwell on this, that he would surely be more interested in one of the other interviewees, some slender young thing who had peeled off her clothes without hesitation the instant he asked her to. Or maybe that wasn’t a part of the interview process for everyone — had he sensed my trepidation and asked me to do that just to see if I was daring enough to comply? The thought occurred to me that maybe he didn’t like big women at all and was just callously playing me, seeing if he could get me to strip for him. If that were the case, he’d definitely succeeded.

I was just beginning to get him out of my mind when M texted me out of the blue late Friday night. I had been watching a movie with Mingus, my cat. As a joke, I’d created a ringtone for M’s texts using Pink Floyd’s “Money” and was shocked when I heard the familiar riff. I was honestly thinking I’d never hear from him again and had made a note to get to know someone better before sending them nude pics of myself, face or no. I grabbed my phone and opened the message.

Are you sure you’re up for this?

Holy shit. My brain practically exploded. Was he saying I got the “job”? And if so, did I really want it? How could I have beaten twenty other women? Did he actually interview anyone else at all? Was I the only chick dumb enough to respond to his ad? And most of all, if I doubted him this much, why was I so fucking excited looking at his text?

I knew I couldn’t keep M waiting. I had to answer promptly, but what would I say?

I believe I am. Why do you ask?

My phone rang and I dropped it on the couch out of surprise. It was him.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Rachel. Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Do exactly as I say, okay?”

The mental aspect of this was excruciating. I had no idea what I was about to be asked to do.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Tell me where you are and what you’re wearing,” he said.

“I’m at home, sitting on my couch. I’m wearing yoga pants and a T-shirt.”

“Panties?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied, blushing. “And socks. But no bra.”

“Close your eyes.” His voice was deep, hypnotic. “Imagine me wearing a dark suit and tie, standing in my expensive office. I’m behind a gorgeous burled walnut desk. On my desk is my cell phone, with your naked picture displayed. Are you following me?”

Was he kidding? I was hanging on his every word. “Yes, I am.”

“Good. Are you right-handed?”

“Yes,” I replied.

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