He was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a submissive.
An assertive man by day, moving his way around a boardroom with all the prowess and cunning of a wolverine. His thick, ripped body and gorgeous smooth skin made every part of her ache. But not in the way most people would assume. He could command attention alongside any fellow CEO in the finance field, yes, but for her… for her, he was an obedient little toy.
No one at the company knew how they spent their nights. Him bare and in cuffs. Her in lingerie and heels, flogger or whip in hand. It broke every rule of HR. But what is the point of rules if you never break them?
This was Alexis’s real work.
To everyone else, she was merely the head of Human Resources. To those in the industry with influence, to those who mattered, who controlled the ways of the world, however, she was the magic worker who made powerful men truly successful.
She unearthed their particular sexual proclivities and leveraged them to create strong, fearless leaders fully in touch with themselves and their bodies. Free of shame and insecurity. She fashioned the real men, not the self-entitled boys who happened to have money but carried a sense of arrogance and a deep lack of true confidence along with it that we so often see these days.
And her bank account reflected that.
A capitalist Cyprian.
One damned good at her job.
And tonight was no different. Aarron had arrived already, liberating himself from his suit and reclining on the plush bed of her studio. She was a professional, after all. They couldn’t have these blindfolded sex sessions happening in her day office. He’d waved his hand, of course, making others jump to attention as he’d spent money to furnish a private room for their meetings. It was sleek, modern, and bore the hallmarks of his aesthetic.
Alexis paused for a moment, checking the snaps of her garters before flicking her gaze up to meet him. Her Adonis, with his thick cock proudly on display. His, in turn, danced across her tall, lithe body. He licked his lips, hungry, eager. Tension crackled between them in galvanised air as she reached for the blindfold resting by his side.
“Have you been a good boy for me?” she spoke, straightening the black satin gloves on her arms. Leaning in, she closed a bit of the distance between them. A smile hung on her mouth. One that...
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