Dark Desires 7 - 12 - Daisy Rose - ebook

Subdue. Surrender. Submit. Six inexperienced young women fall to the charms powerful alpha men in too-public-places. In these complete short stories, innocent women are brought to their knees by alpha men, billionaire bosses, and men in control.~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~Excerpt From "Punished By Men":"Dress shopping receipts total $543.""What about that?""That's not a business expense," he said, deadpanned. "You'll be liable for them.""What?""That means you'll have to pay for the expenses."Her cheeks burned red. "I know what liable means. I meant how am I supposed to pay for that?""You should've thought of that before you spent all that money," he said, making a note in his folder.She felt her blood boil. He was being so unreasonable. There wasn't even a chance for her to defend herself! She thought she was just going to get fired and that would be the end of it. Instead he was enjoying himself pointing out all her indiscretions. There was no way for her to pay for that. She didn't have that much money to begin with. And he wasn't done.She didn't have time to feel sorry for herself since he started talking again."$246 for lingerie is not company expense."She cringed, but didn't respond.He stared at her, his face an expressionless mask that made her anxious and angry at the same time. It occurred to her that he was enjoying this a whole lot. She clenched her hands into tight fists. She wanted to punch the man in the face to shut him up. "Do you have anything to say?" he asked, though it sounded like taunting to her ears.She shook her head."Good, because I'm not done," he said.She drew a deep breath and made herself comfortable in her seat. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on her shirt and she found herself getting incredibly warm. She undid the button on her collar, opening up her shirt a little so she could breathe."The company certainly doesn't need a new violin or a sound system," he continued.She ignored him and slowly undid the second button. The shirt was beginning to feel too suffocating. She wanted it off. She waited for him to stop her but when he didn't, she continued. The third button revealed the cleavage between her breasts.A thought occurred to her and she spoke before she could tell her mouth to stop. "Did Jennifer get in trouble too?"His eyes dip down and she felt her chest flush in response to the attention. Let him look. He would be easier to deal with if he found her attractive. "Yes," he said simply.So Jennifer had been stealing company cash too. "How much did she spend?" she asked despite herself."Too much.""More than I did?" she asked.His perfect full lips curved into a wicked grin that made her shiver. "What you spent is peanuts compared to the amount Jennifer took.""Oh," she gasped. Her heart swelled as she started believing she could get away with it. From his own words, he didn't think she took a lot. "What did you do?" she asked. "Seized all her assets and threw her out on the streets," he said as if he was commenting on the weather.Cold sweat trickled down the sides of her face. Maybe she wasn't going to get away with it after all. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice barely a whimper now.He closed the folder and put it down in front of him. That's a good sign. "Looks like we're finally getting somewhere," he said.

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Dark Desires 7 - 12

Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Domination & Submission, BDSM

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2016 Daisy Rose

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

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Dark Desires 7: Dominated In Public

Baron requires a sub for the Foxy Femme Club. He's looking for a young woman who is willing to commit to a role, who is comfortable with moving into the cafe, and who, preferably, has the ability to make any man want to dominate her.

Gabriella is so desperate for the work that she bends a few truths. Yes, she was young and eager but she has never taken the role as a submissive. Yes, she is prepared to move into the cafe, but only because she's getting kicked out of her apartment anyways. Yes, she is willing to submit... but he's going to have to teach her how.

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Dark Desires 8: Punished By Men

Harley knows she's in big trouble when she is caught misusing company funds for her own pleasures. Her alpha male boss isn't going to hand her over to the police. No, he has other plans for her.

She is blindfolded and punished in front of her peers for her indiscretions. Then, to add further humiliation to her punishment, he offers her to her colleagues to do to her as they wish. The worst part of it all isn't how rough they were, or how disgraced she was. The worst part of it all is how much she loves it.

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Dark Desires 9: Billionaire Submission

Ivory is a young environmentalist who works with an international initiative to save the biggest mammals on land.

Alex is a powerful businessman intent on building his new factory in the midst of an elephant migration path.

When Ivory is sent to convince Alex to relocate, the alpha billionaire pushes her to her limits both mentally and physically. She swears she's not interested in the overconfident black male but he wakes desires she never knew she had - dark desires. Even worse, he offers her an easy way to get what she wants:

Submit to his every wish for just one hour.

What's the worst he could do in an hour?

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Dark Desires 10: Caught Exhibitionist

Jasmine isn't half as innocent as she looks. She's a shy swimming instructor by morning and a daredevil exhibitionist by night. Jasmine knows it's only a matter of time before she gets in serious trouble for her nightly escapade but she doesn't want to stop.

Lost in the middle of a town he knows nothing about, Tyler is grateful when he sees a young woman in the middle of the road. He approaches her quietly and stops just as he was going to make his presence known.

She- she was taking her clothes off...

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Dark Desires 11: Punished In Public

When Katrina is accused of stealing from her workplace, she immediately denies it. She has never stolen anything in her life. What can she do when the two aggressive black men find proof and decide to punish her themselves?

The aching tension between them builds as the men put her through unusual punishments, agile fingers fondling and touching her until she is lost to the heat of their caresses and surrenders completely.

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Dark Desires 12: Nun In Heat

Adopted and raised by the local church, it's no surprise that Lacey's growing up to be a God-fearing, law-abiding, goody two-shoes. Her practice of abstinence is well-known throughout her school, but behind closed doors, it's a different story altogether.

Nobody enjoys getting Lacey in trouble more than the only black boy in school, Tyrone Hunt. The drop-dead gorgeous football star has been getting on her nerves since they were five-years-old and he has not stopped since.

Only now, they're both adults and the tension between them has nothing to do with hate and everything to do with lust.

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Dark Desires 7: Dominated In Public

Daisy Rose

Baron requires a sub for the Foxy Femme Club. He's looking for a young woman who is willing to commit to a role, who is comfortable with moving into the cafe, and who, preferably, has the ability to make any man want to dominate her.

Gabriella is so desperate for the work that she bends a few truths. Yes, she was young and eager but she has never taken the role as a submissive. Yes, she is prepared to move into the cafe, but only because she's getting kicked out of her apartment anyways. Yes, she is willing to submit... but he's going to have to teach her how.

This is a standalone short story that stars a dominating black man who takes control of a young woman who yields to him utterly and completely.

It also contains scenes including exhibitionism (office, club/dungeon), hardcore domination, and gangbang (multiple males, 1 female). If public sex and voyeurism aren't to your fancy, then this many not be the book for you.

Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).

Chapter 1

Baron gazed at the crowd in his cafe with pride. It had taken him and his team a mere year to get the place up and running, something which the media had been reporting as 'an impossible task by an overeager millionaire'. It pleased him greatly to be able to prove them wrong.

Everything was as close to his original design as he hoped. The place was set in a prime location next to a hotel he also owned. He had built the club from the ground up, a labor of love, a project outside of his successful million-dollar business. The team he hired to complete the task was driven, intelligent, and hardworking. Except one was slacking right now.

James sat by the counter, picking at the olives in his cocktail, yellow fluorescent light shining on his brown curly hair, giving it a lighter color. The younger white male sighed happily, smiling, obviously in a world of his own.

Baron didn't have the emotional strength to tell him to get back to work. He had just returned from a dreamy date and met, in the young man's own words 'the hottest girl in the world'. Everyone already had drinks in their hands and there was nobody looking for refills.

He had a soft spot for James. When he saw that one of his biggest shareholder's son wasn't set up for the corporate world, he recruited him into setting up the club. He had proven himself to be a valuable addition to the team, always the first to arrive and the last to leave.

The young man deserved a little break.

Baron glanced stage and was reminded that the club wasn't really complete yet. Not to his standards, in any case.

Baron had come to accept that perfection wasn't always possible with life, but he was still disappointed by it. He was used to getting what he wanted. The stage that he had set up from the very beginning was still lacking of the centerpiece he had yearned for.

He'd tried to have the position filled to no avail.

"There's a possibility that we would never find the perfect woman," Baron said out loud, his expression as calm as he could manage.

James looked up, stunned out of his reverie. The words sunk in slowly and then agreed. "Maybe we could just have it be this way, without the original-"

Baron glared at James and his friend stopped talking. It had been Baron's original plan to employ submissives to be the club's entertainment. The waiting list to attend the club was extensive, but only because their upper class clientele knew it was the perfect place to network. Because they knew if Baron was involved, then the patrons must be important.

Baron didn't build the club for people to network. He wanted the club to be successful, but not on the premise of it being a networking hub. That wouldn't sustain the club for long. There were plenty of other places for that.

The buzzing crowd drew his attention back to it and he returned to the topic of obtaining the perfect submissive.

"We need someone to fill the stage," Baron said thoughtfully.

Training the perfect submissive for the job was a complicated process, as Baron had learned years ago. Finding the perfect one to fill the position was even harder. The crowd continued to talk and laugh amongst each other, but there was an awkwardness in their interaction, a forced friendliness that confirmed his fear that the club would not survive for long if he did not find something else to keep his patrons entertained.

He needed to find a submissive.

And he needed to do it fast.

His gaze shifted back to James, who was finally getting back to work. He mixed a drink with superb expertise, looking as if he had been doing it his entire life instead of just for the past few weeks. Baron had sent him for training as soon as he showed an interest in bartending after the project is completed. James never missed a class.

"Here you go," he flashed the older man a boyish grin that made the tuxedo-wearing man blush just the slightest. Baron couldn't help but grin. James's good looks had a way of weakening people in the knees. His charms were wasted on men.

Baron wished there were more women amongst them, but most of the patrons were men. That was not only because of the strict club rules, what with the requirement for regular health screenings, but also because of the high entrance fee.

"We definitely need more women in here," James sighed exaggeratedly.

"That's exactly what I've been saying."

"It would be more efficient to wait until the club gains more fame and trust," he offered.

"It might be," Baron conceded. He observed the relaxed crowd and decided that he would much rather have entertainment in the club than let it be some... peaceful place for relaxation.

"Boss, I umm... I think I have someone who's willing to give it a go," James said abruptly.

He turned to his employee in shock, wondering why the piece of information never came up earlier. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that his absent-mindedness was exactly the reason he had recruited James to join in the club in the first place. He just didn't have the keen mind to survive in a corporate world.

"Tell me about her," Baron said, careful to keep his voice level.


Baron's quest for a submissive began as soon as he knew he wanted to start a club. He was forced to accept that the task was much more challenging than he had predicted when he still couldn't find one after the club had finished being constructed. He couldn't throw money at it to solve the problem, as he had been so used to doing. The more money involved, the less likely they would find someone suitable, something which he had to find out the hard way when a hooker showed up at the door.

Not many young women were willing to give their trust to an unknown man and accept a role that would likely define their entire lives. It was the kind of work that wouldn't last past their primes and women knew that.

The few that had gone to the interview had, thus far, been unsuitable.

One young woman cried throughout the entire interview after he spanked her just once and not in a 'it hurts so good' kind of crying either. She insisted she would be able to get her act together in time for work but he didn't want to hire someone who was at a risk of being emotionally scarred during one of their sessions.

Another thought the work was disgraceful and was insulted that she was even offered the interview in the first place despite having applied to it herself. She was particularly beautiful, but he knew it would be a complete disaster to have her there. It seemed she had pretended to go along with the whole thing just in order to finally meet him in person. He made sure to have her name blacklisted in all his company's future interviews. He did not appreciate time wasters.

The third interviewee had showed up half drunk. He promptly signed her up for rehab after she threw up on the interview table.

The submissives he knew all either had steady income jobs that paid higher than what he was offering or loved their jobs. He was prepared to approach other Doms and ask if they were willing to share their subs for specific nights, but he didn't want to have to deal with different girls every night.

The club had only been open for a little over a week and already Baron was bored out of his mind.

"Now, tell me about the young woman you have in mind," Baron asked James.

The younger man gulped, not used to have the black man's completely attention on him. His boss was an imposing man, not only in size but in intensity. He had a way of looking at people that made them feel miniscule and insignificant.

James owed the older man his entire career. If it wasn't for him, he would be out in the streets. Well, not on the streets considering his family's vast fortune, but probably busy wasting money on booze and women.

He had thought of Gabriella in the spur of the moment and didn't realize he had spoken out-loud until Baron asked him for details.

"Her name's Gabriella and I was in her class back in college. Last I heard, she was desperate for work," he said.

Baron sent him a look at made his spine curl. "What makes you think she'll be good for the job?" he asked. He was looking for a submissive, not some unemployed college graduate.

James hastily continued. "Based on the grapevine, she's a submissive."

Baron's lips twisted. That is useful information. "What was she studying?" he asked.

"She studied sociology and have been working mostly admin positions for the past year. Lost two jobs from inappropriate behavior."

"Inappropriate behavior?" he asked.

"Seems she was keen on fucking on the job."

Now, that's interesting. There was little risk in arranging an interview with her. "How desperate for the job is she?" he asked.


Baron had been waiting in the room for the past five minutes and he was not a man accustomed to waiting on anyone. Moments passed and still she wasn't there.

"What time did you tell her to come?" he turned to glare at James, as if it was his fault Gabriella wasn't there.

"Eight sharp, sir," he said. "She's late."

Yes, she was. He got up, fully intent on cancelling the interview altogether.

The door slid open and a curvy young woman with the messiest blonde hair rushed in. Her voice was melodic when she spoke. "I'm so sorry I'm late."

Baron felt his cock harden from the sound of her voice alone. The reaction was uncanny. Sure, he hadn't had a good lay for a few months, but he wasn't a complete animal. He found his gaze locked to her body, memorizing her every curve. She was wearing a skintight black dress that was probably more suited for a night of partying than an interview. Her cleavage was pushed up, almost spilling from the dress. Her waist was small and she had a hint of a belly, which was just how he liked his women.

His cock gave another involuntary twitch when his eyes landed on her long legs and shapely ass, accentuated by the tall heels she was wearing. She wore minimal makeup, just a hint of blush and red lipstick that made her lips more kissable. He wondered if she tasted as sweet as she looked.

The sight of her awakened wants and needs that had been slumbering deep in his core and he cleared his throat in an attempt to make his mind his own again.

"May I sit?" she asked timidly, her eyes large, lush lashes fluttering hopefully at him.

He realize he had been staring. He turned to James who was looking at him questioningly. He pulled his chair out and sat down.

"You may not sit," Baron said when he saw her start to lower herself into the chair. She hovered awkwardly over her seat for a moment before standing up and he smirked. He was beginning to like her more already.

She was confused and when she looked up, her frightened eyes caught his. He decided he quite liked the look of fear in her eyes. They were large, beautiful eyes. He wondered how they would glisten when filled with tears.

"Excuse me?" her voice came out in a small whimper that made him even harder for her. He crossed his arms across his chest and grinned unkindly.

"No, you may not sit," he said as if speaking to a small child.

"No?" she asked, her voice a mere squeak now, confused and frightened all at once, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She looked so innocent and confused. His body was positively vibrating with desire now.

Baron knew he was being unkind, but there was something about her that spurred him.

"No, you may not sit," he said. "You're ten minutes late."

"I said I'm sorry," she said, almost petulant now. Her lips pursed and she crossed her arms over her ample bosom. He knew he would enjoy holding her to him. He was going to enjoy burying his cock inside her tight, wet cunt.

He was going to have fun with this one...

Chapter 2*

Baron took off his watch slowly, then placed it in front of her at the table. "Tell me what time it is," he ordered.

Gabriella's eyes wandered from his large, strong arms to his hands. The bulges on his forearms were pronounced, but not bulging in the way the men in her gym bulged. They were just perfect. She licked her lips as she imagined running her fingers over his muscles.

Her sight landed on the tips of his fingers where she could see that thick calluses had formed. Rumor has it that he not only oversaw the construction of the building. He helped build it with his own two hands. She believed it.

She read out the time dutifully, like a child being reprimanded, a little fearful to meet his gaze. She had only caught a glimpse of the black man before she hurried to the room, but a glimpse was all she needed to be completely floored. He had short hair that looked like it had just been trimmed and a tailored black and white tux that hugged to his muscles wonderfully. The fact that he had been standing up when she entered didn't give her hope about first impressions. He looked as if he had been ready to leave.

She had no doubt she ruined any good first impressions by being late.

"And what time were you supposed to be here?" he asked, his voice a deep baritone that made her insides squirm. It vibrated along her skin. She had never cum from a man's voice before but she swore something about the sound that came from his vocal chords made her nipples perk up immediately.

"Eight, but-"

"Now," he interrupted. "What time is it now?"

"Eleven minutes past eight," she murmured. "But I was-"

He raised a hand to hush her and she clamped her lips together. She felt like a high school girl being berated for being the last to enter class.

His behavior was completely condescending, but she stood where she was. She couldn't afford to leave. She couldn't afford to be late either, but there she was. Late. Just because she had been too careless and slept through her alarm. She shouldn't have taken an afternoon nap in the first place but she was so exhausted after returning from yet another failed interview.

The truth was, she was hoping to ace the interview and not have to show up for this one altogether. She knew so little about James and this mysterious interview.

The job was her lifeline to not being homeless. She was willing to grovel for the job, but she couldn't let him know how desperate she was.

She was walking out of yet another failed interview when James called her out of the blue and asked her if she was still looking for a job. She had agreed without even asking about what the job required. And he wasn't keen on sharing as he hung up the moment he gave her the time and place. .

As she stood in front of the imposing man whose voice somehow compelled her to agree without thought, she was beginning to have second thoughts about agreeing to an interview without knowing the details.

She had lost two jobs already. Finding another was proving to be harder than she expected considering all it required for them to figure out why she lost her previous jobs was log onto Facebook. It was hardly her fault her old bosses were so god damn hot.

"What time did you tell her the interview was going to be, James?" Baron turned to James.


"Now,' he turned back to Gabriella. For a moment, she thought he was going to ask her to read out the time for him again. Instead, he said, "Tell me why you lost your previous jobs."

The corner of his lips turned into a cruel smirk and she knew immediately that he already knew why she was fired from her last two jobs. She looked to James but he was already avoiding her gaze guiltily.

She turned to Baron defiantly, "Does it matter?"

"Yes,' he said, still giving her that annoying smirk.

"What if I don't want to tell you?" she challenged even though she didn't quite understand why she was being so difficult. She had been asked the question before and had lied easily. The job wasn't a good fit. She found it no longer challenging. She was looking for other outlets. She could pick from any number of lies.

"Bend over," he said. Her eyes widened. "Bend over," he repeated, getting up as she did. The chairs creaked as they were pushed away from the table.

Her heart thudded in her throat. She bent over, leaning down against the table so that her nose was almost kissing the watch.

"If you're going to act like an entitled little girl, then I'm going to punish you like one."

She didn't have time to question what he meant when she felt the full force of his palm on her ass.

Her cheeks flushed red in shock, and she pushed herself away from the desk with a yelp. "How dare you!" The words flew from her lips faster than she could think.

"Stay down," he commanded.

Something about his voice made her comply. She had participated in bdsm games only once before and his tone was that of a person used to being on top. She didn't even think.

She found herself bending over the desk again, her hands braced against the unyielding surface. For a long time, nothing happened. All she could see was the desk and the stunned expression on James's face. He was the one who set up the interview. He must've known this was going to happen.

Did he want to see her like this? Dominated and shamed? Her face burned red from the embarrassment of being caught by her peer doing something so disgraceful. Her eyes fluttered to meet his and for a moment, they locked gazes. He looked away first, his tanned cheek a little pink.

Her chest was pressed against the table, ample breasts almost spilling from her clothes. Her hair fell over her face, keeping her half fearful, half aroused expression in the shadows.

She wondered what Baron was going to do to her.

Baron stepped away, and when his palm slammed against her buttocks again, she had her answer. She was less surprised but still flinched on impact. The loud spank rang in the room and echoed in her ears.

The next strike had her inner muscles tightening. Even after his fingers left her flesh, she could feel the heat of his hand on her.

She arched her back and licked her lips. She had been spanked before, but only playfully. Not as a punishment. This was a lot more thrilling, a lot more painful, a lot more erotic. She wasn't even sure if he knew the first thing about her. There was no prearranged safe word. Hell, she was still fully dressed!

She knew if he continued, she would be a panting, gasping mess. She bit her lower lip so hard it hurt. Blood rushed to her nether regions, bringing awake parts of her body that had no business being so aroused during a job interview.

She trembled for him, desperate and eager for him to do whatever he wanted to do with her.

He took a careful step back. "Now you may sit," he said.

She whirled around to face him, her cheeks flushed, pupils dilated. "What?" she gasped, nipples inches from his chest, almost touching. She was breathing hard, every inhalation a conscious effort to stay in control of her body. She wanted to fling herself at him, kiss his lips and tear his clothes off. She wanted to ride him on the floor, his throbbing cock buried deep inside her pulsating pussy.

"Sit down," he said through clenched teeth and she felt herself grow more timid in his presence.

She couldn't believe what had just happened. Why did he stop?

Maybe he was worried about a lawsuit. She looked at the imposing man and sat in the chair he had so kindly pulled out for her.

He took his own seat and studied her with the dark, foreboding eyes that told her he wasn't afraid of anything. She felt instantly tiny. Unimportant.

"What do you want to know?" she asked. It came out like a demand. She was nervous and automatically defensive.

"Gabriella," he said her name like a caress. It rolled off his tongue like a seduction and she had to stop herself from taking her clothes off.

"Mr. Baron," she said, holding his gaze with difficulty. Her buttocks stung from being spanked but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"If you have your qualifications ready for me, I'll take a look at them," he said.

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. "I um- I didn't bring them."

He raised his eye brow, then stood up. "Bend over," he commanded. His tone left no room for argument.

She felt like she was in the principal's office and she kept doing everything wrong. He was so confident that she would do exactly what he said. She wanted to say no just to prove him wrong, but her feet moved on its own and she bent over the desk once again, her ass protruded outwards, presenting herself to him all-too-willingly.

Her palms had gotten clammy and each breath felt like a struggle, but she did her best to keep from hyperventilating. She didn't want to show weakness. Or maybe she should? She should have really asked what the job was for...

"Ah!" she cried out from shock when his palm spanked her bottom. It wasn't so painful this time. His hands were large and strong, but he was spanking her with controlled force, making sure each time hit the same spot to give maximum impact.

She braced herself against the table and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out when he spanked her for the sixth and seventh time. She was wrong about it not being as painful. It was stung more and more.

When he reached ten, he rubbed her buttocks with his hand almost lovingly but it only managed to spread the burn on her flesh. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting back angry tears. She was angry with herself for being such a failure. She needed the job. Why was she so unprepared?

She was surprised to see compassion in his eyes when she turned around to face him.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

She hastily wiped away the wetness on her cheeks. She hadn't realized she had been crying. "I'm disappointed with myself," she answered honestly.

"But you've been sufficiently punished for it," he said, wiping away any residue tears from her cheeks with his thumb. His fingers felt as calloused as they looked and she found herself leaning into his palm.

"Yes, sir," she said automatically.

"Sit," he ordered, but there was a kindness to his tone this time. She sat down and let him push the chair in. The entire experience had been surreal. It was almost like a dream. Except her butt hurts. She fidgeted in her seat uncomfortably, feeling the burn on the buttocks beginning to cause more discomfort. She knew the pain was only fleeting, but it was hard to keep still when her flesh burned so.

She caught him smirking at her when he took his own seat. James looked amused as well and she shot him a glare. This was his fault. He should've warned her.

What kind of job was this?! she thought desperately.

"Now, tell me. How long have you been a submissive?" Baron's voice sent a shiver down her spine and she turned her attention back to him.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw James tense up. A submissive? She had never been dominating in bed, but she wouldn't call herself a submissive. She wasn't even sure what a submissive was. The only things she knew about submissives were glimpses of what she had seen in her tv dramas. That must've been why she was called for the interview. They were looking for a submissive and they couldn't find one.

She carefully avoided looking at James. "A little over a year, sir," she lied smoothly, clasping her fingers together under the table to hide her nervousness.

"And who's your trainer?" he asked.

"I would rather not say," she answered quickly, rather pleased with herself for coming up with an answer on the spot.

He seemed unperturbed and she knew she gave an acceptable answer. "Will you be willing to move into the apartment above the club?" he asked.

It was all she could do to stop her jaw from falling to the floor. She ran her fingers down a handful of hair, as if contemplating the question. Inwards, she was doing celebratory dances. She was two days away from being evicted. "I'm going to have to break my lease, but it shouldn't be a big deal," she said.

"We'll compensate you for the relocation," he said dismissively. "I believe the room is ready to be moved into?" he addressed James with the question.

James nodded readily, almost a little fearful. Gabriella was glad that she wasn't the only one terrified by the older black man. He didn't look much older than them. She guessed that there was a ten-year gap between them. He had the aura of a powerful man; someone neither of them wanted to cross.

"When do you need me to move in?" she asked timidly.

"Immediately," he said. "Provided I like what I see here today."

What did he mean? Did he want her to strip? She shook the thought off. That was impossible. There were rules, laws, against these sort of things.

Laws aren't for the rich, a small voice in her head murmured. "And what is it that you'd like to see?" she asked.

"A good fit for the role."

His eyes stared at her for a long moment and she thought maybe he was going to deem her worthy and hire her on the spot. She needed the job so badly. She was really ready to do whatever it took. She held the breath.

"What are your hard limits?"

She wracked her brain to make sense of the word. Limitations? They were looking for a submissive so he has to mean what are the activities she didn't want to do. "Nothing that leaves marks," she said.

"Rope burns and scratches are quite possible, but nothing more," he promised. "Anything else?"

"No scat," she said, remembering a past lover who was into that. She broke things off with him in a hurry.

He shook his head. "That's a no for me too. What about soft limits?"

Her mind was working on overdrive. If hard limits meant things that she refuses to do, then soft limits were... she drew a blank. She shrugged and said, "none." She hoped it was an acceptable answer.

He looked pleased.

She grew worried. Maybe she should've said other things. Anal. She had never tried anal before and didn't really want to. She opened her mouth to add that, but he was already talking.

"Are you okay with choking?" he asked.

She resisted the urge to look at his hands. She knew it would be too easy to imagine his fingers on her neck, cutting off her circulation. Instead of feeling frightened, she felt her body respond to the imagery. Her insides clenched and her panties were getting soaked. She nodded as calmly as she could.

"Choking is fine," she said finally. She needed every bit of her wit to get through the interview without letting him find out she had never done any serious bdsm before.

"Anything else we should know about you?" he asked.

She shook her head hastily.

"Then we will see you tomorrow evening. James will handle your move," he said dismissively. "Goodbye,' he said.

She straightened and noticed her legs were trembling.

"I'll be coming with you," James said.

She stumbled from the chair and walked on unsteady legs to the table, not quite believing that she had actually taken the job.

She turned and took a final look at the man's imposing form before slipping out of the interview room, her palms clammy, heart pounding, and ass hurting.

Chapter 3*

"I can't believe you've done this," she whispered the moment they were out of earshot. James guided her to the company car, fully intent on driving her home so she could gather her belongings and move into the prepared living space straight away.

"I'm sorry. It just- slipped out, you know?" he rubbed the back of his neck, at least looking slightly apologetic.

"What made you think I was a sub in the first places?" she asked.

He shrugged, "something the rumor mill came up with."

"Well, they were wrong," she said. "I've never even been spanked before," she tried to keep the note of hysteria from her voice, but it came out nevertheless.

"You must really need the job," he said.

She shook her head, not quite believing what she had just put herself through. "Do you know what working there will be like?" she asked.

He shrugged, "Nobody really knows." He opened the car's door for her and she entered gratefully. "Where do you live?"

She gave him her address. "What's Baron like?" she asked.

"Intense," was his one-worded answer.

They continued the rest of the ride in silence, neither finding the right words to say after the uncomfortable encounter in the interview room. James had probably see more of her in that short half hour interview than all the time they had been together. She felt her cheeks burn from the memory of being spanked. Her hands went to her warm cheeks.

She tried to find information about the mysterious man using her smart phone, but he was as elusive as he was intense. It annoyed her that she knew so little about the man who had so brazenly bent her over and spanked her.

"Surely you know something about Baron?" she leaned towards James, hoping to get more information out of him.

"I really don't know much about him," James admitted. "But he's a great man. He was the guy who took me from the soul-sucking company my dad wanted me to work in. He trusted me when nobody else would."

"He sounds like a great man," she whispered.

"He is. But he's also scary as fuck," he admitted.

She laughed as they finally reached the apartment.

"How long do you think you'll need to get all your stuff ready?" he asked and she realized he wasn't going to come up with her to her apartment to pack. She appreciated the privacy, in a way. She also regretted not having taken the time to keep in touch with her friends. She didn't really have anyone to talk to about the craziness that had happened.

She had only been in town for a few years but she had been too busy working and fucking her way up the corporate ladder to get to know anyone. The only reason why she had gotten her previous two jobs was because she had fucked the managers during the one-to-one interview.

The only reason why she had kept in touch with James was because of their bi-monthly catching up parties with the old college gang.

She told herself that it was going to be okay.

"That's a lot less stuff than I thought you would have," James commented tactlessly. She wanted to retort with something nasty, but decided against it. He didn't mean to be cruel.

The truth was, she really didn't have much. She had sold away most of her more expensive clothes when she couldn't make rent the last rent and the furniture that she bought with her own money were sold as well. The only things she had left were things she couldn't bear to part with.

"It's all I have," she mumbled, putting the second box into the trunk of the car before sliding into the passenger's seat.

There was a look on his face that was almost pity. She ignored him. She didn't want pity. Pity couldn't feed her.

She buried her nose in her phone, emailing her landlord that she appreciated him for letting her stay as long as he did. She had only a few hundred dollars left but she took out a fifty and slid the rest into his mailbox. She knew it wasn't enough to cover what he owed her, but it was better than nothing.

As the car drove away from the apartment, she said goodbye to her old life once and for all.