His Mouthpiece

Reading this book was like waiting to have an orgasm!! The anticipation was soooo thrilling, I couldn’t wait to read what happened next. Any interruptions and it was as if I was being teased!! I enjoyed every moment from beginning to end. Ashton had me feeling like he was having sex with me and giving me the demands 🤭. The spice is vulgar, hot, spicy, invigorating, inviting and yummy!!! If you aren’t into dominance, you damn sure will be after reading this erotica!!!!! 100/100 recommend! 🔥🔥🔥🌶🌶🌶🌶


– Eliza J

Jada Scott has chosen to fill a rather unique position at Dual Construction. One minute she’s in the courtroom examining the witness and the next… well let’s just say she’s the one being examined.

Regardless, Jada is willing to put it all on the line to work for Ashton Kent. A gorgeous CEO that brings new meaning to the saying a closed mouth doesn’t get fed.

Chapter 1 – “I do aim to please.”

I opened my mouth, ready and waiting for Ashton to finish. His release coated my tongue and the back of my throat. He says nothing, which is usual for him, but his breathing does increase as he continues to unload himself.

I loved this part of my job– being available to him any and every way he saw fit. I was actually surprised I enjoyed giving myself to him, but Ashton was amazing, and he quenched my sexual thirst every single time, often literally of course. 

Sucking his dick was a part of my morning duties unless he or I were occupied with meetings, clients, or other work-related tasks. 

Beyond the morning blowjobs, I never knew when he would want to be satisfied since everything happened on his watch. When he wanted me, he had me. Simple as that. 

Some days he wanted sex on his desk, in his chair, or even in one of the meeting rooms. Other times, he wanted me on my knees, sucking him off until he exploded into my mouth. 

At present, we were obviously at the oral service stage, but I enjoyed it just as much as the sex. His cum tasted so good. He was welcome to use my mouth anytime he craved a release, which he often did. 

He’d call me into his office, and I’d drop to the floor and glide my tongue over, around, and up and down his well-endowed member, stretching my jaws wide and sucking hard to compensate for his size. 

“Jada,” I suddenly heard Ashton say, in that low controlling tone he used to get my attention. 

Damn it. I had gotten lost in the moment again and closed my eyes. 

Ashton preferred that I kept eye contact while I pleased him, especially at the end, but I often zoned out enjoying being of service to him.

Now, locking eyes with him as he stared down at me, he said, “I’m finished.”

I closed my mouth and swallowed. It was sweet and slightly bitter, but not in a bad way, just in a way that made it uniquely his.

I licked over my lips slowly, ensuring I didn’t miss any this time, and made certain to keep eye contact. I had an urge to place one hand between my legs and massage my clit but I held back. 

I knew the rules, no sexual pleasure at work unless he gave it to me.

Still on my knees in front of him, I waited for him to insert his thick, still slightly hard member back into his pants before I reached up to zip and button his pants. 

Then, I stood and straightened my dark grey pencil skirt and cream-colored blouse. I made the mistake of gazing into Ashton’s deep-set hazel eyes. 

The man was gorgeous, downright delicious even, pun intended.

Ashton Kent was my boss and the owner of Dual Doze, a fortune 500 construction company that he operated with his best friend and business partner Merrick Stanton.

As far as I knew, Ashton was single and liked to keep things private. He was the type of guy you would find at the top of most women’s fantasy lists and it was easy to understand why. He was ruggedly handsome, rich and tall, with broad shoulders and very much in control… in other words, Ashton was my kryptonite.

The pulsating between my thighs had gotten more intense so I adjusted my stance trying to keep my mind off of it. The corners of Ashton’s mouth curved upward. 

I’m sure he could sense how turned on I was. 

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I lied.

I was far from alright. I was burning with desire and praying he would whip that dick out and end my sexual suffering. 

Hell, if I had it my way, I’d pull him to me and kiss those gorgeous lips while he fucked me until I was sore. But again, I didn’t make the rules he did, and kissing was off-limits. 

It was one of the rules Ashton created to help ensure that no romantic confusion sprung to life. 

My job duties at Dual were clear and to the point. 

One, be the best lawyer on his team, and two, satisfy his sexual needs. 

In fact, the unofficial term for my job was HMP, which stood for His Mouthpiece. As per the work agreement the HMP was responsible for making him money and making him cum. 

I was to be submissive, respectful, and always professional. Which differed somewhat from how I was in the courtroom; always in control, confident and fierce.

He reached out to touch my face and instinctively I closed my eyes again.

Shit, I couldn’t help it! His touch was so magnetic and gentle. I wanted to melt into his arms or at least onto his dick. I was starting to get so wet I could feel the slickness soaking through my panties. 

Ashton glided his thumb over the lower half of my cheek, towards my mouth. I opened it and was immediately met with more of the sweet taste I loved. 

I guess I missed some, after all. No worries though, I had it all now. 

I felt a slight emptiness as he removed his hand from my face. I never wanted him to stop touching me.

“Thank you,” I said after a moment. 

“For?” he replied, grabbing his suit jacket from the chair and sliding it on.

“Allowing me to please you.”

Ashton smiled at me before straightening his tie and buttoning his jacket. I felt butterflies in my stomach. No man should look this good.

“I’m glad you remembered your manners. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He stepped closer, and I tilted my head slightly to stare up at him. 

“You’re good at your job, Jada.” 

“Which one?” I asked with a flirty smile.

“Both, of course.”

“I do aim to please.”

“And you overachieve at every turn.” 

We stared at one another a bit longer. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he wanted to say more. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me because the last thing Ashton Kent had was a crush. 

He could have any woman he wanted and while I was confident that I was a catch, I wasn’t sure that I was exactly his type. Even though, I had no idea what his type was.

This was the closest I would get to him and for now, it would have to be enough.

“Will there be anything else, Mr. Kent?” 

This was actually the second time today he had requested for me to come to his office for a sexual release. The first time was this morning when he had me up against the wall and I came so hard they might have heard it in another state. 

“As a matter of fact, there is. Can you get the files for the Zaften case? I want to review them before our meeting.” 

“Yes, sir,” I said and after a quick nod, I was out the door. 

Upon exiting his office, I passed the receptionist’s desk and Amber stared daggers at me. Not everyone around the office knew about my X-rated duties for Ashton, but some did, and sometimes I suspected that Amber was one of them. She didn’t like me, but she most certainly liked Ashton.

It was apparent that she wanted him to herself, which was an interesting concept to me because Ashton belonged to no one. I assumed he wasn’t married, had no girlfriend, and the only person that knew anything about his personal life was his best friend. 

I arrived at my office and spotted the Zaften file on my desk where I left it. Before Ashton called me to service his needs, I was looking over it for the third time. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

Zaften was a staffing service that Dual occasionally used when projects required extra workers. Last year, we used their electricians to wire the houses in a twenty-five, single-family home subdivision. 

Upon final inspection, it was discovered that the contracted technicians had dropped the ball and now every home had faulty wiring. 

Zaften thought they would get away with it, by placing blame on other contractors not provided by their agency, but they had severely underestimated my intelligence and skill when it came to investigating.

I didn’t graduate at the top of my class from Harvard Law for nothing. 

Thinking outside the box and analyzing details to uncover patterns and gaps in legal cases came naturally to me. I was very thorough, and being as good as I was benefited me a great deal.

I had received several job offers before accepting the position to work for Ashton, and while all of them offered great perks, pay, and benefits, only one of them had Ashton Kent.

My computer buzzed, indicating a new email had arrived. 

Reading the message brought a smile to my face. It was Zaften’s attorney reaching out to say that they wanted to settle and wondered if we could cancel the meeting for today so that they could regroup and collaborate on a fair number.

My response was simple… hell no.

Of course, I didn’t say it that way. I played nice, using proper etiquette and responses to politely decline their offer. We would have that meeting. They weren’t getting out of this. Any number they wanted to offer would only benefit them and no one else.

An hour later I got my wish.

Ashton, another colleague of mine named Melvin, and I were in the conference room speaking with Zaften’s lawyers. After I reintroduced myself and made my statements, Ashton took over to say a few words. 

I got lost watching him speak and take control of the conversation. Every time I got near him it always seemed like he had some type of pull over me. I’d dated many men before, but none like Ashton. 

We barely spoke outside of work, but I felt like I knew him, understood him and belonged to him. He touched me in ways that ignited my body and mind like no one ever had before. 

It was as if my entire dating life I was sexually locked, but Ashton had the key. I craved him when he wasn’t around, dreamed about him at night and felt butterflies every time he said my name. He was an addiction that I couldn’t shake. 

Even now, still tasting the slightest traces of him on my tongue, all I wanted to do was make him cum again. 

He was professional, brilliant and… oh shit, I was falling in love with him.

***

I arrived home that evening ready to have a glass of wine, relax and release some of this sexual tension Ashton got started. As soon as I put my purse down my phone chimed with a text. It was from Ashton.

Ashton: You were brilliant today, beautiful.

I smiled to myself and bit my lower lip. There were so many things I wanted to say to start up a conversation, one of which involved him coming over and ravishing my body until I couldn’t think straight. 

However, I played it cool, only saying “thank you” before putting my phone away. Besides Ashton didn’t like texts, he preferred face-to-face, so I made it a point to keep things short with him via text.

I could tell he enjoyed my submissive side and honestly, so did I. 

In past relationships, I always had to direct things rather it be in the bedroom or the flow of the relationship. Many men took my strong personality and the fact that I am a lawyer and used it as irrefutable proof that I wanted to direct things. 

In truth, I’m the opposite. I like to control things in the courtroom, but in the bedroom, I’d rather pass that job to someone else. 

I wanted excitement and spontaneous sex. I’d never had a one-night stand, sex in a public place, or mind-blowing orgasms. Sadly instead of fulfilling my sexual desires, I think most men expected me to fulfill theirs. 

“I want a powerful lawyer to tie me up and do nasty things to me.” 

That was exactly what one guy said to me. He had the right plan, but the wrong woman because I was actually hoping he would do those things to me.

I walked into the bathroom and got undressed, taking a moment to wrap my hair and place a few candles on the counter. The water was already running, filling my oversized standalone tub with silky bubbles and the air with a sweet rose aroma.

Opening a side drawer, I picked up a round cotton pad and saturated it with makeup remover. But right before I started cleaning my face I heard my doorbell ring.

Chapter 2 – “I was at his Mercy.”

I turned off the water, grabbed my robe, and headed to the front door, wondering who it could be.

“Who is it?” I called out approaching the door.

“Seriously, Jada?! It’s me.”

Damn it!

I completely forgot my best friend Jocelyn was coming by. I quickly unlocked the door and put on my biggest ‘please forgive me’ face.

“Save it,” she said, putting up her hand and walking inside. 

Kicking off her heels, Jocelyn plopped down on the couch and made herself comfortable. Without a word, she pulled out a thick, silver book from the bag she was carrying and then stared up at me expectantly.

I covered my face with my hands when I realized what it was and sighed.

It was her dream wedding planner and I was the maid of honor. Even though the wedding was over a year away, Jocelyn was on a mission, which meant I was on call whenever she needed me. 

Unfortunately, after the long day I had our hanging out tonight had slipped my mind.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, truly meaning it. 

“Yeah yeah, make it up to me by helping me pick the colors. Merrick doesn’t like purple and I don’t like blue. I need a new scheme.” 

“Why? The one you used to get him to fall in love with you worked perfectly,” I commented jokingly.

“Color scheme,” Jocelyn said pointedly with a laugh, then paused to look me up and down. “Wow, you seriously forgot about me. You were about to shower weren’t you?”

“Nope,” I said, hoping to escape the knowing look she was giving.

She put a finger to her chin. 

“Hmm, so if it wasn’t a shower, then it was a bath. And you said no because you think you can get by on a technicality.”

I rolled my eyes and surrendered. “How’d you know?”

“It’s too early for you to go to sleep,” she said. 

“True, but I could have already taken the bath.”

“Nope. Your makeup is still on. You always wash it off first.” 

“You’re such a lawyer,” I said, shaking my head and tightening the knot. “If you must know, it was a long day, with meetings and all.”

Jocelyn gave me her lawyer stare. She knew I was omitting details.

“Jada, meetings and legal cases you can handle in your sleep. You’re tired because Ashton needed extra attention today, aren’t you?”

I didn’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t lie she was my best friend. However, I still felt strange that I had accepted the position in the first place.

In place of a response, I grabbed her wedding book and said, “Okay, so what colors are you considering?” I was desperate to avoid the conversation about Ashton and me.

“Nope, you aren’t getting away that easily. Come on spill,” she said, swatting my leg. “You’ve been there a little over two weeks. How do you like it?”

I closed the book.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about wedding stuff? I saw a beautiful burnt orange in here that could really be a hit.”

Jocelyn yanked the book from my hands and placed it on the table. “Right now, I want details. How’s it going? Is it weird? Is Ashton as good in bed as he seems?”

“Yes,” I admitted with a sigh answering her last question first. “And I am back and forth about taking a job like this. It scares me that I enjoy it so much.”

“I knew it!” she said, smiling proudly. “I told Merrick you would be the perfect fit for Ashton.”

I squinted at her. 

“So you’re like the mouthpiece matchmaker, huh?”

Jocelyn beamed. “Yup! Since I filled the same role for Merrick, I think that makes me a pro.”

“Stop it. You are his fiancée now, no longer something as trivial as what I do.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she replied with a grin. “Ashton likes you.”

Her assumption was pretty far-fetched. Ashton made it very clear that our agreement was not and would not ever be romantic.

“Did you hit your head? Ashton does not like me.”

“Oh yes, he does.”

“He does not! If it isn’t work-related the only time Ashton tells me to open my mouth is when he wants to put his dick into it.”

“And you love it!” she said mischievously.

“I do, but that’s not the point. The point is, besides our agreement he has no interest in me.”

“Didn’t you say he asked you to have lunch with him in his office during your first week?”

“Yeah, but that was professional. A simple getting to know you lunch.”

“Ashton doesn’t have,” she lifted her hands and made air quotes, “getting to know you lunches with his staff, Jada.”

“He did that day, and it meant nothing to him,” I said still not budging on what I knew to be fact.

“Did you guys have sex during that lunch?”

“No, we just talked.”

“See!” Jocelyn said excitedly.

I pointed a finger at her.

“Calm down, it was only about work.”

“Whatever, I’m not about to argue with you. All this talk is making me remember my first time with Merrick.”

I moved closer, intrigued. “You never told me about that.” 

“Seriously? I thought I did.”

“No, I’m sure I would remember.”

Jocelyn leaned back and crossed her legs. “Maybe I forgot to tell you because I was all tied up,” she said.

There was something in her tone.

“Tied up?” I repeated.

“Yup. Merrick is into bondage.”

My brows shot up so high I think they momentarily disappeared into the hair wrap I was wearing. Pulling my white and gray throw blanket from the arm of the couch, I wrapped it around myself and leaned back onto a pillow. 

“Go on,” I urged.

Jocelyn grinned and shook her head.

“Well, Merrick didn’t even wait until I officially started”.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how you go to the office the Friday before to sign paperwork and everything?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s when it happened. After I had officially accepted the position, signed the non-disclosure agreement, some stuff for HR, blah blah, blah,” Jocelyn waved a hand, signaling the unimportance of the position’s legalities. “I stopped by his office to say goodbye and that I looked forward to working with him.”

I sat up, and Jocelyn put a hand to her chest and closed her eyes obviously reliving the moment. “Jada, that man gave me a look so fucking sexy I almost melted right then and there.”

“You sound like me with Ashton.”

“I’ll bet that’s why they are friends. Between the two of them they could pull all the women anywhere they go.”

“Yes, but Merrick is all yours now,” I said reminding her. “He better not be pulling anybody.”

Jocelyn agreed and got back to the story.

“Anyway, he told me to come in and take a seat. If that didn’t confirm that I was in trouble, him telling his secretary to hold all his calls did.” 

Damn, I should have made some popcorn. 

“So that’s when he instructs me to take a seat. When I do, he pulls out four short black ropes from his desk drawer and placed them on top.”

“He didn’t!”

“Oh, he did. And you know I like it kinky so I was captivated. Then he said,” she clears her throat and sits up straighter to imitate Merrick’s, deep all-business-like tone. “are you certain you are ready for this Jocelyn?” 

I scooted closer, eyes wide in anticipation of what was coming next.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say shit. I just nodded. I knew he wasn’t talking about my lawyer position. That question was so covered in sexual undertones, I was already dripping wet.”

“You are so dumb,” I said laughing and nudging her shoulder.

“I’m serious. Here it was this dark-brown, handsome, brilliant, extremely fine sex God was asking me if I was ready to bend to his will and words had escaped me.” 

“Definitely not like you. You always have a comeback.”

“Exactly! I guess I was just nervous.

“You, nervous?”

That was shocking. This was coming from a woman that dabbled in sexscapades like it was a hobby. I may have had my reservations about being so sexually free, but Jocelyn owned her sexuality and didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about it.

“Jocelyn, you had a threesome with Merrick and another guy the first night you met him. How in the hell were you nervous?”

“Maybe it was the contractual obligation, who knows. Nonetheless, Merrick wasn’t bothered by it. I think my momentary uncertainty turned him on more. He picked up the ropes and stood. My dumb ass stood too, not sure why, a knee-jerk reaction I guess. But, he tells me to sit back down and I follow orders immediately. He walks around his desk to the chair I’m in and quietly circles me.” Jocelyn gives visual to her story by moving her finger around in a circular motion. “When he is in front of me again, he leans down. I assume he is about to kiss me, but instead, he puts his hand under the chair and raises it a little. Then, he tells me to stand. Once I do, he spins me around so that I am facing the chair and guides me into it so that my knees are in the seat and my hands are holding onto the back.” 

I’m biting my lip, envisioning Ashton and me in that scene. He has never tied me up, and now I think it might be fun. Then again, his current method of restraining me is using his hands, and it’s incredibly sexy. 

A couple of days ago, he had me up against the wall and pinned both of my wrists down using just one hand. I fucking loved it! 

Jocelyn starts talking again, and I quickly exit my sexual replay.

“Next, he begins tying me to the chair. I have no idea where he got his tying skills, but once he was done I was locked firmly in place, and surprisingly the ropes weren’t too tight. Two ropes connected my arms to the lower part of the chair and the other two locked my legs to the sides of each arm rail. The uneven way he positioned the ropes pulled my arms lower than my ankles, so I was ass up with my back turned to him.”

“Now that sounds hot! Had your nerves finally calmed by then?” I ask.

“Pretty much, but it was replaced by anxiousness. Merrick placed a hand on the top of the chair and slid it back and forth a few times. It was on wheels and moved with little to no effort. There was a little teasing and playing around, but the real action started when he lifted my skirt, found I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and pushed that glorious dick into me hard. I think I yelled way too loud because he covered my mouth.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You tried to get him to fire you before you officially started, huh?”

 “I couldn’t help it. I’ve done a lot of wild shit, but I have never had sex tied to a chair before. All that rolling back and forth, sliding that dick in and out.” She slumped back onto the couch and fanned herself, “I almost had a heart attack. And then when Merrick was done playing nice, he pushed the chair up against the wall, grabbed a handful of my hair and really started ramming into me. It was so intense I was fighting hard to get loose. I needed a moment to breathe, collect myself, gather my thoughts…something! But I was at his mercy and Merrick was not letting up. I came so hard I screamed. The secretary buzzed to make sure everything was okay.”

“That’s embarrassing.”

Jocelyn shrugged. “I didn’t care. All I know is that I was weak and satiated. The last thing he said to me was that he would see me on Monday and to tell Helen that she could resume his calls.”

I laughed again.

“Wow, he was so professional and nonchalant about it, just like Ashton. Once again, I see why they are best friends.”

“Yeah, at first he was like that. Direct, mysterious, and distant, but over time the business and pleasure lines began to blur and see… we are engaged now. He could only fight the feeling so long.”

“That might be true, but that’s not Ashton. Relationships are a no-go for him. Everyone knows that.”

Jocelyn rolled her eyes. She believed there was something between Ashton and me, but she was wrong. I may have been open to more, but he was not.

“I’m serious, Jocelyn. Ashton could have fallen in love with the woman that held the position before me, but he didn’t.”

“So, what does that prove?”

“It proves he has no problem keeping it as business and nothing more. By the way, do you know what happened to her?”

“Nope. When I bring it up Merrick says he rather not talk about it. So it must have been bad.”

“See! That proves even more that he is not trying to get involved with me.”

Jocelyn still wasn’t buying it.

“Whatever you say, oh naive one.” She picked up her wedding book. “Help me pick out the tablecloths, please. I like these with the damask designs, but the ones with diagonal lines are cute too.”

I stared down at the book. They all pretty much looked the same to me. White with some type of boring embroidery design. 

“Which do you think?” she asked. “I want white, but not too white.”

“What the hell is not too white?” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up. “Who can see that?”

She shoved the book into my lap. “I can. Now, help me choose.”

I sighed. This was going to be a long night.

After we had looked at the umpteenth version of what I equated to be small squares of the same white, basic cloth, Jocelyn left and I headed back to my bathroom. I was long overdue to submerge my body in fluffy bubbles and let my stresses fade away.

I loved Jocelyn like a sister, but I wasn’t big on weddings. That glamorous fairytale was more her style. I’d rather spend my money on an insane, unforgettable honeymoon.

Once the tub was filled, I slid inside and felt my body let go of all the tension from the day. 

There were so many cases and so much work to stay on top of. Most were pretty easy and I didn’t think the ones I had lined up for this week would be too much trouble. 

Yet others were forcing my hand more than I liked and I needed to show them that I was more than just a pretty face.

I pushed thoughts of work aside and closed my eyes. Immediately Ashton’s face appeared and I felt a spark between my thighs.

Jocelyn’s story of her first time with Merrick was hot. It made me think about my first sexual encounter with Ashton. It was a little intimidating, but incredibly steamy, nonetheless. 

I leaned forward and picked up my small, cute, but very powerful pink curved vibrator from a small table next to the tub.

Parting the warm waters, I glided my it lower and lower until it landed between my legs. It roared to life, and the feel-good vibrations took me from the present and back to my first sexy day with Ashton. 

Chapter 3 – “You are signing up to be my whore.”

As my mind traveled back to my first time meeting Ashton, my fingers gripped the vibrator tighter. I moved it up and down my pussy, pressing it hard and deep between my labia. I wanted the pressure of my movements to match how badly I needed this. 

Damn, I wish Ashton made house calls.

My emotional state throughout my interview with Ashton could be summed up in one word. Tense. I wasn’t exactly sure what I had gotten myself into, but it was certain to be an adventure. 

During our meeting we discussed, in explicit detail, what was expected of my unconventional position.

Ashton was very clear that he wanted sex and no romance. That translated into no kissing, no dating, and no oral. 

Correction, he wouldn’t be giving me oral. But, as part of the job requirement, I was expected to give it to him. 

That was a letdown. I loved having a guy go down on me, but accepting the position was my choice so I had to respect the parameters.

Ashton also asked me about my expectations and what I was and wasn’t okay with sexually.

I remembered questions such as… “Are you okay with swallowing?

Do you mind being lightly restrained? Are multiple sexual encounters throughout the day a problem? Are you on birth control? Will sex without a condom be an issue?”

I tried to answer them all professionally and confidently.

“Yes. Yes. Whenever and how often you want sex is fine. Yes, for five years now.” And the real kicker, “Sex without a condom is not a problem as long as you provide proof that you have no STDs.”

That last one was the most insane thing I had ever signed up for. 

My insides were twisting into knots. I didn’t have an extravagant sex life and I was never asked what I was into by a guy before. 

But here it was, Ashton was firing off questions like it was a normal conversation to have with a stranger. I was terrified that at any moment he was going to ask me to leave because he would sense that I was a sexual fraud.

Crossing his arms Ashton leaned back in his chair and studied me. “Jada,” he said in a voice so direct it made my pulse kick up and I gripped the chair rails. “Let’s cut to the chase. As it pertains to the sexual side of this contract, you are basically signing up to be my whore. If being treated like one offends you, then you should not sign these papers. Do you understand?”

I cleared my throat a few times and swallowed hard before answering. This was probably a bad idea, but something about Ashton lured me in.

“Yes, sir, I understand. I have no problem with that.”

What. The. Fuck. 

“No problem with what,” Ashton said, suddenly very intrigued.

I cleared my throat again and let out a breath.

 “I have no problem with… uh… what you said,” I responded shyly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

I stared at him horrified. I couldn’t say that. It was too vulgar.

“Come on, Jada,” Ashton encouraged. “If you can’t say it, you can’t be it. Consider this your first test from me.”

Alright, I have some courage in here somewhere.

It took me a second to locate it, but when I did, I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I have no problem being your whore.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Ashton replied, a smile illuminating his gorgeous face.

Am I crazy? Can I seriously and legally agree to all of this? I remembered wondering. I don’t know this man at all!

It looked like it. I signed the documents, feeling oddly excited as I began my life of walking on the wild (and highly erotic) side.

“Is this going to be like a BDSM relationship?” I asked. Then mentally kicked myself because I probably should have asked before signing my name.

“It might,” was his shocking response.

My mouth fell open, but no words came out.

Ashton chuckled. “Honestly, I don’t know much about that lifestyle, so I wouldn’t call it that. I’m simply a man with an extremely high sex drive that enjoys being in control. Label it what you will.”

I slowly nodded and we talked a bit more about his expectations before moving on to things that I was or was not comfortable with.

On my end, I didn’t have any major hangups. My only rules were no anal or extreme kinks where I would be hit, cut, or humiliated. 

I think that response prompted him to ask, “Do you have an issue with sex in front of others? As long as it puts you in no danger or compromises your professional role with the company, of course.”

I’ll admit, I got a little excited. I always wanted to have some sexual fun where I could possibly get caught or be watched but I never had the guts to try it. So I answered him truthfully.

“I’m open to that.”

Ashton smiled. It was an alluring smile. Displaying pearly whites, smooth full lips, and a hint of something dangerous. I wanted to fuck this man right then and there. 

In addition, to discussing my role in grave detail he also had me fill out loads of paperwork. He wanted a signature to everything I was verbally agreeing to… smart man. An arrangement like this could definitely come back to bite him in the ass with the wrong person.

After another hour, Ashton confirmed that I got the job and would begin Monday morning. 

I remember rushing home that weekend and doing everything I could to prepare. I got waxed, a manicure, a pedicure, a blowout done to my hair, and even called Jocelyn several times to freak out in her ear that I could not do this. 

Each time, she reminded me to think with my pussy and not with my brain.

I love that girl.

On Monday morning I stood outside Ashton’s office, knocking on the door. I was a bundle of nerves, dressed in a dark gray pants suit, holding a handful of files. Even though it was a few weeks ago, it still felt like yesterday…

I stepped inside a massive and modern room. A giant sleek, white marble desk and walls covered in abstract art greeted me. There was a closed door, that I assumed led to his private bathroom and a table in the corner with two chairs beside a giant bookshelf. 

In another corner was a gorgeous navy blue couch that faced a fireplace.

Who in the hell had a fireplace in their office? 

Then again, Ashton was rich and a very busy man that conducted a lot of meetings.

I stopped a few feet away from his desk and my knees got weak. There he was, my new boss, the man I was hired to serve in more ways than one sitting at his desk with perfect posture and staring at me. 

I’m glad he seemed so relaxed because I definitely wasn’t. My nerves were shot.

Ashton was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt. Even through the clothes, I could tell he was in shape.

 “You didn’t have to knock,” he said. “Once Amber buzzed you in, you were clear.”

I mentally groaned. Here it was my first day and already I was making a fool of myself. Of course, I didn’t have to knock after his secretary had buzzed me in.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“No need for apologies. When I call, you come. It’s as simple as that.”

Were my palms sweating?

“I’ll remember that.”

I didn’t know why I felt so awkward. Sex didn’t scare me. Neither did extremely sexy men. It must have been the nerve-racking anticipation of sex with this extremely sexy man in particular that led to my idiotic behavior. 

Plus, Ashton made it hard to get a read on him, which spoke volumes since reading people is part of what I did for a living.

“You are quite impressive on paper.” He scanned my body with his trance-inducing hazel eyes, then added, “And off.” 

I remember our gazes locking and a heated moment of silence building between us. Ashton’s handsome face and flawless brown skin were calling out to me. His goatee was neat and complimented his full, kissable lips perfectly. 

I wondered how many women he had seduced into bed with those eyes. The thought should have given me reservations about sleeping with him, but it didn’t. I would gladly lay this pussy on a platter for him.

Ashton and I continued to stare at one another, his demeanor a lot more relaxed than mine. I switched the files I was holding from one hand to the other, needing to keep busy. 

I felt like a bug under a microscope. Thankfully Ashton spoke again, lowering the electrifying intensity between us a few notches.

“We’ve already discussed expectations for this position on a professional and personal level, but I want to make sure you don’t have any additional questions or concerns. You are welcome to ask me anything.” 

Why did you choose me? Why are you single? Why don’t you eat pussy? Why are you so fucking sexy? 

“Do you enjoy your work?” I asked. 

Ugh! I sounded like such a moron. That was nowhere near one of the questions I wanted to ask.

“Very much,” he said.

“Umm, okay. That was short and sweet.”

“I like to get to the point.”

“That’s fair.”

His direct response awakened the lawyer in me. I pushed the bullshit aside and asked what I really wanted to know.

“I’m good with the legal position, and I understand your rules on our uh, sexual arrangement,” I said in a rushed tone, “but how many women have had this position before me?” 

“One.”

His answer surprised me. I figured he would have said at least five… or twenty-five.

“What happened with her?” I asked.

“Next question.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? You said I can ask you anything.”

“And you can. I never said I would answer.” 

“But in stating that, you knew I would assume you’d answer it. Why make the offer at all?”

He steepled his fingers near his lips.

Damn it! I wanted to kiss him.

“You’re feisty, I see.”

“Not normally. I save that energy for the clients and the courtroom. I simply don’t like being toyed with.” 

“That’s funny because besides having you handle my legal department, toying with you is exactly what I plan to do.” 

That shut me up. Ashton straightened in his chair and his eyes raked over me.

“Something I didn’t mention earlier, but I see I should have addressed. Don’t wear pants here.”

I looked down at my stylish, gray, perfectly fitted pantsuit. I normally wore skirts, especially on days I went to court. I loved how my legs looked in heels, and I think it helped sway the jury. 

However, today I decided to wear a pants suit, but I still looked amazing as hell.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Skirts are more accessible. If you need to buy more, you are welcome to use the company credit card.”

“I can just as easily remove the pants per your request if that’s your only reason.”

The look he gave warned that I was treading on thin ice. I mentally sighed. I wasn’t trying to piss him off, but it was my first day, and I was tense. Not to mention, I’m known for having a smart mouth.

Ashton’s eyes narrowed. ”Well then, how does because I said so work for you?”

Knowing that his question was rhetorical, I remained quiet. 

“Jada, let me make it simple for you. This is not a courtroom. When you are in my presence there are no negotiations, rebuttals, or further questioning. I make the demands, and you adhere to them. Do we understand each other?” 

Why did I just get wet? 

“Yes, we understand each other,” I responded.

The cool and calm control he possessed was a new one for me. Not to mention, the way he emitted dominance and sex appeal was causing a fierce desire to ricochet through me.

Ashton nodded at the files in my hand. ”Are those the files you need to update me on?”

“Yes, it is.”

 I stepped closer to put them on his desk, but he held up a hand, and I stopped. 

“Have you had time to review them?” Ashton asked.

“I have.”

“Please summarize each one and provide me with your expert opinion.”

I glanced down at the five files I was holding and studied them for a beat. The first was a Dual employee by the name of Peter Barlow. He had gotten hurt at a construction site and was threatening to sue for additional worker’s compensation. 

However, I later found that on the day in question Mr. Barlow had consumed two beers before work. I held up the first file.

“This one shouldn’t be much of a–”

“Remove your clothes first,” Ashton cut in.

My eyes widened and my brows lifted. “Excuse me?” 

His demand threw me. I knew eventually we would have sex, and I wanted to, but that was a random request.

“Your clothes…take them off.”

I swallowed hard. “Everything?”

“Except the heels.”

I gave a curt nod and laid the folders down on a nearby table. Then I straightened, found some guts about myself under the watch of Ashton’s smoldering stare, and removed my suit jacket. 

For some reason, I thought he would stop me or say “just kidding”, but he remained quiet the entire time.

Once I was fully undressed, he took a long moment to scan my body. I was waiting for him to pay a compliment, a judgment, something! 

But again, he said nothing. And from the smirk on his face, I’m sure he knew that unnerved me. 

Finally, he said, “You may continue.”

I picked up the folders and tried to get through the summaries as fast as possible. After putting the last folder down, Ashton got up from his desk and walked over to me.

“Your updates sound promising. I think the direction you are taking for each case fits, and I back you completely. Phenomenal work, Ms. Scott.”

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

“You have a beautiful body,” he complimented, slowly circling me. “Everything from your gorgeous face to your perfect-sized breast, tight ass, and flawless chocolate complexion is an extreme turn-on for me.”

Ashton’s fingers traced my jawline, then down the back of my neck to the small of my back.

“Do you know why I made you strip?”

I shook my head and Ashton stopped walking.

Now completely behind me, he placed one arm around my waist and the other around my neck, pulling me closer to him. 

Pressed up against his solid frame, I could feel the hardness of his dick digging into my lower back. 

He slid a hand down between my legs and began exploring my pussy with his fingers. I inhaled, and his intoxicating cologne compelled me to relax even more. Ashton tilted my chin and whispered in my ear. 

“Because I want you to feel exposed, vulnerable, and mindful that you are not in control when you’re with me.”

I was so wet, his hands were like magic, and every coherent thought left me. 

Damn, this may have only been a flashback, but I still felt like I was right there in his office, wrapped tightly in his arms. I massaged my clit harder and faster with the vibrator, as I continued replaying what happened next…

Ashton kissed my neck and I trembled. Literally fucking trembled! 

He stopped rubbing my pussy and turned his attention to my breasts. Taking one in each hand, before squeezing and twisting my nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. 

I couldn’t take it anymore, I reached behind me and grabbed his dick through his pants. He was rock hard. 

Releasing me, Ashton grabbed my hand and directed me to his desk, placing me on top of it. I leaned back onto my elbows.

“Open your legs,” he commanded.

I obeyed, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Now spread your pussy open for me.” 

I put one hand between my legs using two fingers to open myself up. He bit his lower lip and hummed in appreciation. I continued to stretch and massage it, covering my fingers in my juices.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. Then focusing his gaze back on my face, “I’m going to like controlling you.”

And I was going to like being controlled.

Ashton stepped closer, removing my hand and replacing it with his, directing most of the attention onto my swollen clit. He applied pressure using his thumb and massaging it in a slow, deliberate motion. 

With the other hand, he grabbed my hair and lightly tugged it, forcing my face upward so that he could look into my eyes. 

The lust in his piercing hazel gaze captivated me, opening up a side of me that I didn’t know existed. No man had ever tried to control me in this way before, and even if they had, I’d likely resist. 

But with Ashton, I felt a pull, an intense urge to please, satisfy and give myself to him.

“When you are with me. You belong to me. Your body, your orgasms, and even your fantasies. I do not like repeating myself. So if I tell you to suck my dick, you drop to your knees and make me cum, and when I say I want to fuck you, your only response should be to spread your legs.” 

He pressed harder on my clit, sending new prurient chills up my spine.

“Yes, sir,” I said, with a breathy moan.

“I’m glad you see things my way because right now, I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick.” 

Undoing his pants, I couldn’t help but stare. Ashton’s manhood was long and thick from base to tip, like a marvelous power tool ready to drill into me. It was fascinating sight watching him stroke his manhood. His face transformed from all business to intense need.

“When you are here and not working, this consumes all your time.” He shoved my legs farther apart and added, “I think it’s time you get acquainted.”

“Yes, sir,” I said again.

I guided him in, and he took it from there, propelling himself into my body repeatedly, delivering unimaginable levels of pleasure.

As I continued to replay how amazing Ashton felt that day, I repositioned my vibrator so that I could slide it into my pussy. Cursing the fact that this damn toy didn’t compare to him.

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Chapter 1 – “I do aim to please.”

I opened my mouth, ready and waiting for Ashton to finish. His release coated my tongue and the back of my throat. He says nothing, which is usual for him, but his breathing does increase as he continues to unload himself.

I loved this part of my job– being available to him any and every way he saw fit. I was actually surprised I enjoyed giving myself to him, but Ashton was amazing, and he quenched my sexual thirst every single time, often literally of course. 

Sucking his dick was a part of my morning duties unless he or I were occupied with meetings, clients, or other work-related tasks. 

Beyond the morning blowjobs, I never knew when he would want to be satisfied since everything happened on his watch. When he wanted me, he had me. Simple as that. 

Some days he wanted sex on his desk, in his chair, or even in one of the meeting rooms. Other times, he wanted me on my knees, sucking him off until he exploded into my mouth. 

At present, we were obviously at the oral service stage, but I enjoyed it just as much as the sex. His cum tasted so good. He was welcome to use my mouth anytime he craved a release, which he often did. 

He’d call me into his office, and I’d drop to the floor and glide my tongue over, around, and up and down his well-endowed member, stretching my jaws wide and sucking hard to compensate for his size. 

“Jada,” I suddenly heard Ashton say, in that low controlling tone he used to get my attention. 

Damn it. I had gotten lost in the moment again and closed my eyes. 

Ashton preferred that I kept eye contact while I pleased him, especially at the end, but I often zoned out enjoying being of service to him.

Now, locking eyes with him as he stared down at me, he said, “I’m finished.”

I closed my mouth and swallowed. It was sweet and slightly bitter, but not in a bad way, just in a way that made it uniquely his.

I licked over my lips slowly, ensuring I didn’t miss any this time, and made certain to keep eye contact. I had an urge to place one hand between my legs and massage my clit but I held back. 

I knew the rules, no sexual pleasure at work unless he gave it to me.

Still on my knees in front of him, I waited for him to insert his thick, still slightly hard member back into his pants before I reached up to zip and button his pants. 

Then, I stood and straightened my dark grey pencil skirt and cream-colored blouse. I made the mistake of gazing into Ashton’s deep-set hazel eyes. 

The man was gorgeous, downright delicious even, pun intended.

Ashton Kent was my boss and the owner of Dual Doze, a fortune 500 construction company that he operated with his best friend and business partner Merrick Stanton.

As far as I knew, Ashton was single and liked to keep things private. He was the type of guy you would find at the top of most women’s fantasy lists and it was easy to understand why. He was ruggedly handsome, rich and tall, with broad shoulders and very much in control… in other words, Ashton was my kryptonite.

The pulsating between my thighs had gotten more intense so I adjusted my stance trying to keep my mind off of it. The corners of Ashton’s mouth curved upward. 

I’m sure he could sense how turned on I was. 

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I lied.

I was far from alright. I was burning with desire and praying he would whip that dick out and end my sexual suffering. 

Hell, if I had it my way, I’d pull him to me and kiss those gorgeous lips while he fucked me until I was sore. But again, I didn’t make the rules he did and kissing was off-limits. 

It was one of the rules Ashton created to help ensure that no romantic confusion sprung to life. 

My job duties at Dual were clear and to the point. 

One, be the best lawyer on his team, and two, satisfy his sexual needs. 

In fact, the unofficial term for my job was HMP, which stood for His Mouthpiece. As per the work agreement the HMP was responsible for making him money and making him cum. 

I was to be submissive, respectful, and always professional, which differed somewhat from how I was in the courtroom; always in control, confident and fierce.

He reached out to touch my face and instinctively I closed my eyes again.

Shit, I couldn’t help it! His touch was so magnetic and gentle. I wanted to melt into his arms or at least onto his dick. I was starting to get so wet I could feel the slickness soaking through my panties. 

Ashton glided his thumb over the lower half of my cheek, towards my mouth. I opened it and was immediately met with more of the sweet taste I loved. 

I guess I missed some, after all. No worries though, I had it all now. 

I felt a slight emptiness as he removed his hand from my face. I never wanted him to stop touching me.

“Thank you,” I said after a moment. 

“For?” he replied, grabbing his suit jacket from the chair and sliding it on.

“Allowing me to please you.”

Ashton smiled at me before straightening his tie and buttoning his jacket. I felt butterflies in my stomach. No man should look this good.

“I’m glad you remembered your manners. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He stepped closer, and I tilted my head slightly to stare up at him. 

“You’re good at your job, Jada.” 

“Which one?” I asked with a flirty smile.

“Both, of course.”

“I do aim to please.”

“And you overachieve at every turn.” 

We stared at one another a bit longer. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he wanted to say more. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me because the last thing Ashton Kent had was a crush. 

He could have any woman he wanted and while I was confident that I was a catch, I wasn’t sure that I was exactly his type. Even though I had no idea what his type was.

This was the closest I would get to him and for now, it would have to be enough.

“Will there be anything else, Mr. Kent?” 

This was actually the second time today he had requested for me to come to his office for a sexual release. The first time was this morning when he had me up against the wall and I came so hard they might have heard it in another state. 

“As a matter of fact, there is. Can you get the files for the Zaften case? I want to review them before our meeting.” 

“Yes, sir,” I said and after a quick nod, I was out the door. 

Upon exiting his office, I passed the receptionist’s desk and Amber stared daggers at me. Not everyone around the office knew about my X-rated duties for Ashton, but some did, and sometimes I suspected that Amber was one of them. She didn’t like me, but she most certainly liked Ashton.

It was apparent that she wanted him to herself, which was an interesting concept to me because Ashton belonged to no one. I assumed he wasn’t married, had no girlfriend, and the only person that knew anything about his personal life was his best friend. 

I arrived at my office and spotted the Zaften file on my desk where I left it. Before Ashton called me to service his needs, I was looking over it for the third time. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

Zaften was a staffing service that Dual occasionally used when projects required extra workers. Last year, we used their electricians to wire the houses in a twenty-five, single-family home subdivision. 

Upon final inspection, it was discovered that the contracted technicians had dropped the ball and now every home had faulty wiring. 

Zaften thought they would get away with it by placing blame on other contractors not provided by their agency, but they had severely underestimated my intelligence and skill when it came to investigating.

I didn’t graduate at the top of my class from Harvard Law for nothing. 

Thinking outside the box and analyzing details to uncover patterns and gaps in legal cases came naturally to me. I was very thorough, and being as good as I was benefited me a great deal.

I had received several job offers before accepting the position to work for Ashton, and while all of them offered great perks, pay, and benefits, only one of them had Ashton Kent.

My computer buzzed, indicating a new email had arrived. 

Reading the message brought a smile to my face. It was Zaften’s attorney reaching out to say that they wanted to settle and wondered if we could cancel the meeting for today so that they could regroup and collaborate on a fair number.

My response was simple… hell no.

Of course, I didn’t say it that way. I played nice, using proper etiquette and responses to politely decline their offer. We would have that meeting. They weren’t getting out of this. Any number they wanted to offer would only benefit them and no one else.

An hour later I got my wish.

Ashton, another colleague of mine named Melvin, and I were in the conference room speaking with Zaften’s lawyers. After I reintroduced myself and made my statements, Ashton took over to say a few words. 

I got lost watching him speak and take control of the conversation. Every time I got near him it always seemed like he had some type of pull over me. I’d dated many men before, but none like Ashton. 

We barely spoke outside of work, but I felt like I knew him, understood him and belonged to him. He touched me in ways that ignited my body and mind like no one ever had before. 

It was as if my entire dating life I was sexually locked, but Ashton had the key. I craved him when he wasn’t around, dreamed about him at night and felt butterflies every time he said my name. He was an addiction that I couldn’t shake. 

Even now, still tasting the slightest traces of him on my tongue, all I wanted to do was make him cum again. 

He was professional, brilliant and… oh shit, I was falling in love with him.

***

I arrived home that evening ready to have a glass of wine, relax and release some of this sexual tension Ashton got started. As soon as I put my purse down my phone chimed with a text. It was from Ashton.

Ashton: You were brilliant today, beautiful.

I smiled to myself and bit my lower lip. There were so many things I wanted to say to start up a conversation, one of which involved him coming over and ravishing my body until I couldn’t think straight. 

However, I played it cool, only saying “thank you” before putting my phone away. Besides Ashton didn’t like texts, he preferred face-to-face, so I made it a point to keep things short with him via text.

I could tell he enjoyed my submissive side and honestly, so did I. 

In past relationships, I always had to direct things rather it be in the bedroom or the flow of the relationship. Many men took my strong personality and the fact that I am a lawyer and used it as irrefutable proof that I wanted to direct things. 

In truth, I’m the opposite. I like to control things in the courtroom, but in the bedroom, I’d rather pass that job to someone else. 

I wanted excitement and spontaneous sex. I’d never had a one-night stand, sex in a public place, or mind-blowing orgasms. Sadly instead of fulfilling my sexual desires, I think most men expected me to fulfill theirs. 

“I want a powerful lawyer to tie me up and do nasty things to me.” 

That was exactly what one guy said to me. He had the right plan, but the wrong woman because I was actually hoping he would do those things to me.

I walked into the bathroom and got undressed, taking a moment to wrap my hair and place a few candles on the counter. The water was already running, filling my oversized standalone tub with silky bubbles and the air with a sweet rose aroma.

Opening a side drawer, I picked up a round cotton pad and saturated it with makeup remover. But right before I started cleaning my face I heard my doorbell ring.

Chapter 2 – “I was at his Mercy.”

I turned off the water, grabbed my robe, and headed to the front door, wondering who it could be.

“Who is it?” I called out approaching the door.

“Seriously, Jada?! It’s me.”

Damn it!

I completely forgot my best friend Jocelyn was coming by. I quickly unlocked the door and put on my biggest ‘please forgive me’ face.

“Save it,” she said, putting up her hand and walking inside. 

Kicking off her heels, Jocelyn plopped down on the couch and made herself comfortable. Without a word, she pulled out a thick, silver book from the bag she was carrying and then stared up at me expectantly.

I covered my face with my hands when I realized what it was and sighed.

It was her dream wedding planner and I was the maid of honor. Even though the wedding was over a year away, Jocelyn was on a mission, which meant I was on call whenever she needed me. 

Unfortunately, after the long day I had our hanging out tonight had slipped my mind.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, truly meaning it. 

“Yeah yeah, make it up to me by helping me pick the colors. Merrick doesn’t like purple and I don’t like blue. I need a new scheme.” 

“Why? The one you used to get him to fall in love with you worked perfectly,” I commented jokingly.

“Color scheme,” Jocelyn said pointedly with a laugh, then paused to look me up and down. “Wow, you seriously forgot about me. You were about to shower weren’t you?”

“Nope,” I said, hoping to escape the knowing look she was giving.

She put a finger to her chin. 

“Hmm, so if it wasn’t a shower, then it was a bath. And you said no because you think you can get by on a technicality.”

I rolled my eyes and surrendered. “How’d you know?”

“It’s too early for you to go to sleep,” she said. 

“True, but I could have already taken the bath.”

“Nope. Your makeup is still on. You always wash it off first.” 

“You’re such a lawyer,” I said, shaking my head and tightening the knot. “If you must know, it was a long day, with meetings and all.”

Jocelyn gave me her lawyer stare. She knew I was omitting details.

“Jada, meetings and legal cases you can handle in your sleep. You’re tired because Ashton needed extra attention today, aren’t you?”

I didn’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t lie, she was my best friend. However, I still felt strange that I had accepted the position in the first place.

In place of a response, I grabbed her wedding book and said, “Okay, so what colors are you considering?” I was desperate to avoid the conversation about Ashton and me.

“Nope, you aren’t getting away that easily. Come on, spill,” she said, swatting my leg. “You’ve been there a little over two weeks. How do you like it?”

I closed the book.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about wedding stuff? I saw a beautiful burnt orange in here that could really be a hit.”

Jocelyn yanked the book from my hands and placed it on the table. “Right now, I want details. How’s it going? Is it weird? Is Ashton as good in bed as he seems?”

“Yes,” I admitted with a sigh answering her last question first. “And I am back and forth about taking a job like this. It scares me that I enjoy it so much.”

“I knew it!” she said, smiling proudly. “I told Merrick you would be the perfect fit for Ashton.”

I squinted at her. 

“So you’re like the mouthpiece matchmaker, huh?”

Jocelyn beamed. “Yup! Since I filled the same role for Merrick, I think that makes me a pro.”

“Stop it. You are his fiancée now, no longer something as trivial as what I do.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she replied with a grin. “Ashton likes you.”

Her assumption was pretty far-fetched. Ashton made it very clear that our agreement was not and would not ever be romantic.

“Did you hit your head? Ashton does not like me.”

“Oh yes, he does.”

“He does not! If it isn’t work-related the only time Ashton tells me to open my mouth is when he wants to put his dick into it.”

“And you love it!” she said mischievously.

“I do, but that’s not the point. The point is, besides our agreement he has no interest in me.”

“Didn’t you say he asked you to have lunch with him in his office during your first week?”

“Yeah, but that was professional. A simple getting to know you lunch.”

“Ashton doesn’t have,” she lifted her hands and made air quotes, “‘getting to know you’ lunches with his staff, Jada.”

“He did that day, and it meant nothing to him,” I said still not budging on what I knew to be fact.

“Did you guys have sex during that lunch?”

“No, we just talked.”

“See!” Jocelyn said excitedly.

I pointed a finger at her.

“Calm down, it was only about work.”

“Whatever, I’m not about to argue with you. All this talk is making me remember my first time with Merrick.”

I moved closer, intrigued. “You never told me about that.” 

“Seriously? I thought I did.”

“No, I’m sure I would remember.”

Jocelyn leaned back and crossed her legs. “Maybe I forgot to tell you because I was all tied up,” she said.

There was something in her tone.

“Tied up?” I repeated.

“Yup. Merrick is into bondage.”

My brows shot up so high I think they momentarily disappeared into the hair wrap I was wearing. Pulling my white and gray throw blanket from the arm of the couch, I wrapped it around myself and leaned back onto a pillow. 

“Go on,” I urged.

Jocelyn grinned and shook her head.

“Well, Merrick didn’t even wait until I officially started”.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how you go to the office the Friday before to sign paperwork and everything?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s when it happened. After I had officially accepted the position, signed the non-disclosure agreement, some stuff for HR, blah blah, blah,” Jocelyn waved a hand, signaling the unimportance of the position’s legalities. “I stopped by his office to say goodbye and that I looked forward to working with him.”

I sat up, and Jocelyn put a hand to her chest and closed her eyes obviously reliving the moment. “Jada, that man gave me a look so fucking sexy I almost melted right then and there.”

“You sound like me with Ashton.”

“I’ll bet that’s why they are friends. Between the two of them they could pull all the women anywhere they go.”

“Yes, but Merrick is all yours now,” I said reminding her. “He better not be pulling anybody.”

Jocelyn agreed and got back to the story.

“Anyway, he told me to come in and take a seat. If that didn’t confirm that I was in trouble, him telling his secretary to hold all his calls did.” 

Damn, I should have made some popcorn. 

“So that’s when he instructs me to take a seat. When I do, he pulls out four short black ropes from his desk drawer and placed them on top.”

“He didn’t!”

“Oh, he did. And you know I like it kinky so I was captivated. Then he said,” she clears her throat and sits up straighter to imitate Merrick’s, deep all-business-like tone. “are you certain you are ready for this Jocelyn?” 

I scooted closer, eyes wide in anticipation of what was coming next.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say shit. I just nodded. I knew he wasn’t talking about my lawyer position. That question was so covered in sexual undertones, I was already dripping wet.”

“You are so dumb,” I said laughing and nudging her shoulder.

“I’m serious. Here it was this dark-brown, handsome, brilliant, extremely fine sex God was asking me if I was ready to bend to his will and words had escaped me.” 

“Definitely not like you. You always have a comeback.”

“Exactly! Guess I was just nervous.

“You, nervous?”

That was shocking. This was coming from a woman that dabbled in sexscapades like it was a hobby. I may have had my reservations about being so sexually free, but Jocelyn owned her sexuality and didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about it.

“Jocelyn, you had a threesome with Merrick and another guy the first night you met him. How in the hell were you nervous?”

“Maybe it was the contractual obligation, who knows. Nonetheless, Merrick wasn’t bothered by it. I think my momentary uncertainty turned him on more. He picked up the ropes and stood. My dumb ass stood too, not sure why, a knee-jerk reaction I guess. But, he tells me to sit back down and I follow orders immediately. He walks around his desk to the chair I’m in and quietly circles me.” Jocelyn gives visual to her story by moving her finger around in a circular motion. “When he is in front of me again, he leans down. I assume he is about to kiss me, but instead, he puts his hand under the chair and raises it a little. Then, he tells me to stand. Once I do, he spins me around so that I am facing the chair and guides me into it so that my knees are in the seat and my hands are holding onto the back.” 

I’m biting my lip, envisioning Ashton and me in that scene. He has never tied me up, and now I think it might be fun. Then again, his current method of restraining me is using his hands, and it’s incredibly sexy. 

A couple of days ago, he had me up against the wall and pinned both of my wrists down using just one hand. I fucking loved it! 

Jocelyn starts talking again, and I quickly exit my sexual replay.

“Next, he begins tying me to the chair. I have no idea where he got his tying skills, but once he was done I was locked firmly in place, and surprisingly the ropes weren’t too tight. Two ropes connected my arms to the lower part of the chair and the other two locked my legs to the sides of each arm rail. The uneven way he positioned the ropes pulled my arms lower than my ankles, so I was ass up with my back turned to him.”

“Now that sounds hot! Had your nerves finally calmed by then?” I ask.

“Pretty much, but it was replaced by anxiousness. Merrick placed a hand on the top of the chair and slid it back and forth a few times. It was on wheels and moved with little to no effort. There was a little teasing and playing around, but the real action started when he lifted my skirt, found I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and pushed that glorious dick into me hard. I think I yelled way too loud because he covered my mouth.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You tried to get him to fire you before you officially started, huh?”

 “I couldn’t help it. I’ve done a lot of wild shit, but I have never had sex tied to a chair before. All that rolling back and forth, sliding that dick in and out.” She slumped back onto the couch and fanned herself, “I almost had a heart attack. And then when Merrick was done playing nice, he pushed the chair up against the wall, grabbed a handful of my hair and really started ramming into me. It was so intense I was fighting hard to get loose. I needed a moment to breathe, collect myself, gather my thoughts…something! But I was at his mercy and Merrick was not letting up. I came so hard I screamed. The secretary buzzed to make sure everything was okay.”

“That’s embarrassing.”

Jocelyn shrugged. “I didn’t care. All I know is that I was weak and satiated. The last thing he said to me was that he would see me on Monday and to tell Helen that she could resume his calls.”

I laughed again.

“Wow, he was so professional and nonchalant about it, just like Ashton. Once again, I see why they are best friends.”

“Yeah, at first he was like that. Direct, mysterious, and distant, but over time the business and pleasure lines began to blur and see… we are engaged now. He could only fight the feeling so long.”

“That might be true, but that’s not Ashton. Relationships are a no-go for him. Everyone knows that.”

Jocelyn rolled her eyes. She believed there was something between Ashton and me, but she was wrong. I may have been open to more, but he was not.

“I’m serious, Jocelyn. Ashton could have fallen in love with the woman that held the position before me, but he didn’t.”

“So, what does that prove?”

“It proves he has no problem keeping it as business and nothing more. By the way, do you know what happened to her?”

“Nope. When I bring it up Merrick says he’d rather not talk about it. So it must have been bad.”

“See! That proves even more that he is not trying to get involved with me.”

Jocelyn still wasn’t buying it.

“Whatever you say, oh naive one.” She picked up her wedding book. “Help me pick out the tablecloths, please. I like these with the damask designs, but the ones with diagonal lines are cute too.”

I stared down at the book. They all pretty much looked the same to me. White with some type of boring embroidery design. 

“Which do you think?” she asked. “I want white, but not too white.”

“What the hell is not too white?” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up. “Who can see that?”

She shoved the book into my lap. “I can. Now, help me choose.”

I sighed. This was going to be a long night.

After we had looked at the umpteenth version of what I equated to be small squares of the same white, basic cloth, Jocelyn left and I headed back to my bathroom. I was long overdue to submerge my body in fluffy bubbles and let my stresses fade away.

I loved Jocelyn like a sister, but I wasn’t big on weddings. That glamorous fairytale was more her style. I’d rather spend my money on an insane, unforgettable honeymoon.

Once the tub was filled, I slid inside and felt my body let go of all the tension from the day. 

There were so many cases and so much work to stay on top of. Most were pretty easy and I didn’t think the ones I had lined up for this week would be too much trouble. 

Yet others were forcing my hand more than I liked and I needed to show them that I was more than just a pretty face.

I pushed thoughts of work aside and closed my eyes. Immediately Ashton’s face appeared and I felt a spark between my thighs.

Jocelyn’s story of her first time with Merrick was hot. It made me think about my first sexual encounter with Ashton. It was a little intimidating, but incredibly steamy, nonetheless. 

I leaned forward and picked up my small, cute, but very powerful pink curved vibrator from a small table next to the tub.

Parting the warm waters, I guided it lower and lower until it landed between my legs. It roared to life, and the feel-good vibrations took me from the present and back to my first sexy day with Ashton. 

Chapter 3 – “You are signing up to be my whore.”

As my mind traveled back to my first time meeting Ashton, my fingers gripped the vibrator tighter. I moved it up and down my pussy, pressing it hard and deep between my labia. I wanted the pressure of my movements to match how badly I needed this. 

Damn, I wish Ashton made house calls.

My emotional state throughout my interview with Ashton could be summed up in one word. Tense. I wasn’t exactly sure what I had gotten myself into, but it was certain to be an adventure. 

During our meeting we discussed, in explicit detail, what was expected of my unconventional position.

Ashton was very clear that he wanted sex and no romance. That translated into no kissing, no dating, and no oral. 

Correction, he wouldn’t be giving me oral. But, as part of the job requirement, I was expected to give it to him. 

That was a letdown. I loved having a guy go down on me, but accepting the position was my choice so I had to respect the parameters.

Ashton also asked me about my expectations and what I was and wasn’t okay with sexually.

I remembered questions such as… “Are you okay with swallowing?

Do you mind being lightly restrained? Are multiple sexual encounters throughout the day a problem? Are you on birth control? Will sex without a condom be an issue?”

I tried to answer them all professionally and confidently.

“Yes. Yes. Whenever and how often you want sex is fine. Yes, for five years now.” And the real kicker, “Sex without a condom is not a problem as long as you provide proof that you have no STDs.”

That last one was the most insane thing I had ever signed up for. 

My insides were twisting into knots. I didn’t have an extravagant sex life and I was never asked what I was into by a guy before. 

But here it was, Ashton was firing off questions like it was a normal conversation to have with a stranger. I was terrified that at any moment he was going to ask me to leave because he would sense that I was a sexual fraud.

Crossing his arms Ashton leaned back in his chair and studied me. “Jada,” he said in a voice so direct it made my pulse kick up and I gripped the chair rails. “Let’s cut to the chase. As it pertains to the sexual side of this contract, you are basically signing up to be my whore. If being treated like one offends you, then you should not sign these papers. Do you understand?”

I cleared my throat a few times and swallowed hard before answering. This was probably a bad idea, but something about Ashton lured me in.

“Yes, sir, I understand. I have no problem with that.”

What. The. Fuck. 

“No problem with what,” Ashton said, suddenly very intrigued.

I cleared my throat again and let out a breath.

 “I have no problem with… uh… what you said,” I responded shyly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

I stared at him horrified. I couldn’t say that. It was too vulgar.

“Come on, Jada,” Ashton encouraged. “If you can’t say it, you can’t be it. Consider this your first test from me.”

Alright, I have some courage in here somewhere.

It took me a second to locate it, but when I did, I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I have no problem being your whore.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Ashton replied, a smile illuminating his gorgeous face.

Am I crazy? Can I seriously and legally agree to all of this? I remembered wondering. I don’t know this man at all!

It looked like it. I signed the documents, feeling oddly excited as I began my life of walking on the wild (and highly erotic) side.

“Is this going to be like a BDSM relationship?” I asked. Then mentally kicked myself because I probably should have asked before signing my name.

“It might,” was his shocking response.

My mouth fell open, but no words came out.

Ashton chuckled. “Honestly, I don’t know much about that lifestyle, so I wouldn’t call it that. I’m simply a man with an extremely high sex drive that enjoys being in control. Label it what you will.”

I slowly nodded and we talked a bit more about his expectations before moving on to things that I was or was not comfortable with.

On my end, I didn’t have any major hangups. My only rules were no anal or extreme kinks where I would be hit, cut, or humiliated. 

I think that response prompted him to ask, “Do you have an issue with sex in front of others? As long as it puts you in no danger or compromises your professional role with the company, of course.”

I’ll admit, I got a little excited. I always wanted to have some sexual fun where I could possibly get caught or be watched but I never had the guts to try it. So I answered him truthfully.

“I’m open to that.”

Ashton smiled. It was an alluring smile. Displaying pearly whites, smooth full lips, and a hint of something dangerous. I wanted to fuck this man right then and there. 

In addition to discussing my role in grave detail he also had me fill out loads of paperwork. He wanted a signature to everything I was verbally agreeing to… smart man. An arrangement like this could definitely come back to bite him in the ass with the wrong person.

After another hour, Ashton confirmed that I got the job and would begin Monday morning. 

I remember rushing home that weekend and doing everything I could to prepare. I got waxed, a manicure, a pedicure, a blowout done to my hair, and even called Jocelyn several times to freak out in her ear that I could not do this. 

Each time, she reminded me to think with my pussy and not with my brain.

I love that girl.

On Monday morning I stood outside Ashton’s office, knocking on the door. I was a bundle of nerves, dressed in a dark gray pants suit, holding a handful of files. Even though it was a few weeks ago, it still felt like yesterday…

I stepped inside a massive and modern room. A giant sleek, white marble desk and walls covered in abstract art greeted me. There was a closed door, that I assumed led to his private bathroom and a table in the corner with two chairs beside a giant bookshelf. 

In another corner was a gorgeous navy blue couch that faced a fireplace.

Who in the hell had a fireplace in their office? 

Then again, Ashton was rich and a very busy man that conducted a lot of meetings.

I stopped a few feet away from his desk and my knees got weak. There he was, my new boss, the man I was hired to serve in more ways than one sitting at his desk with perfect posture and staring at me. 

I’m glad he seemed so relaxed because I definitely wasn’t. My nerves were shot.

Ashton was wearing a black suit with a white shirt. Even through the clothes, I could tell he was in shape.

 “You didn’t have to knock,” he said. “Once Amber buzzed you in, you were clear.”

I mentally groaned. Here it was my first day and already I was making a fool of myself. Of course I didn’t have to knock after his secretary had buzzed me in.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“No need for apologies. When I call, you come. It’s as simple as that.”

Were my palms sweating?

“I’ll remember that.”

I didn’t know why I felt so awkward. Sex didn’t scare me. Neither did extremely sexy men. It must have been the nerve-racking anticipation of sex with this extremely sexy man in particular that led to my idiotic behavior. 

Plus, Ashton made it hard to get a read on him, which spoke volumes since reading people is part of what I did for a living.

“You are quite impressive on paper.” He scanned my body with his trance-inducing hazel eyes, then added, “And off.” 

I remember our gazes locking and a heated moment of silence building between us. Ashton’s handsome face and flawless brown skin were calling out to me. His goatee was neat and complimented his full, kissable lips perfectly. 

I wondered how many women he had seduced into bed with those eyes. The thought should have given me reservations about sleeping with him, but it didn’t. I would gladly lay this pussy on a platter for him.

Ashton and I continued to stare at one another, his demeanor a lot more relaxed than mine. I switched the files I was holding from one hand to the other, needing to keep busy. 

I felt like a bug under a microscope. Thankfully Ashton spoke again, lowering the electrifying intensity between us a few notches.

“We’ve already discussed expectations for this position on a professional and personal level, but I want to make sure you don’t have any additional questions or concerns. You are welcome to ask me anything.” 

Why did you choose me? Why are you single? Why don’t you eat pussy? Why are you so fucking sexy? 

“Do you enjoy your work?” I asked. 

Ugh! I sounded like such a moron. That was nowhere near one of the questions I wanted to ask.

“Very much,” he said.

“Umm, okay. That was short and sweet.”

“I like to get to the point.”

“That’s fair.”

His direct response awakened the lawyer in me. I pushed the bullshit aside and asked what I really wanted to know.

“I’m good with the legal position, and I understand your rules on our uh, sexual arrangement,” I said in a rushed tone, “but how many women have had this position before me?” 

“One.”

His answer surprised me. I figured he would have said at least five… or twenty-five.

“What happened with her?” I asked.

“Next question.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? You said I can ask you anything.”

“And you can. I never said I would answer.” 

“But in stating that, you knew I would assume you’d answer it. Why make the offer at all?”

He steepled his fingers near his lips.

Damn it! I wanted to kiss him.

“You’re feisty, I see.”

“Not normally. I save that energy for the clients and the courtroom. I simply don’t like being toyed with.” 

“That’s funny because besides having you handle my legal department, toying with you is exactly what I plan to do.” 

That shut me up. Ashton straightened in his chair and his eyes raked over me.

“Something I didn’t mention earlier, but I see I should have addressed. Don’t wear pants here.”

I looked down at my stylish, gray, perfectly fitted pantsuit. I normally wore skirts, especially on days I went to court. I loved how my legs looked in heels, and I think it helped sway the jury. 

However, today I decided to wear a pants suit, but I still looked amazing as hell.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Skirts are more accessible. If you need to buy more, you are welcome to use the company credit card.”

“I can just as easily remove the pants per your request if that’s your only reason.”

The look he gave warned that I was treading on thin ice. I mentally sighed. I wasn’t trying to piss him off, but it was my first day, and I was tense. Not to mention, I’m known for having a smart mouth.

Ashton’s eyes narrowed. ”Well then, how does because I said so work for you?”

Knowing that his question was rhetorical, I remained quiet. 

“Jada, let me make it simple for you. This is not a courtroom. When you are in my presence there are no negotiations, rebuttals, or further questioning. I make the demands, and you adhere to them. Do we understand each other?” 

Why did I just get wet? 

“Yes, we understand each other,” I responded.

The cool and calm control he possessed was a new one for me. Not to mention, the way he emitted dominance and sex appeal was causing a fierce desire to ricochet through me.

Ashton nodded at the files in my hand. ”Are those the files you need to update me on?”

“Yes, it is.”

 I stepped closer to put them on his desk, but he held up a hand, and I stopped. 

“Have you had time to review them?” Ashton asked.

“I have.”

“Please summarize each one and provide me with your expert opinion.”

I glanced down at the five files I was holding and studied them for a beat. The first was a Dual employee by the name of Peter Barlow. He had gotten hurt at a construction site and was threatening to sue for additional worker’s compensation. 

However, I later found that on the day in question Mr. Barlow had consumed two beers before work. I held up the first file.

“This one shouldn’t be much of a–”

“Remove your clothes first,” Ashton cut in.

My eyes widened and my brows lifted. “Excuse me?” 

His demand threw me. I knew eventually we would have sex, and I wanted to, but that was a random request.

“Your clothes…take them off.”

I swallowed hard. “Everything?”

“Except the heels.”

I gave a curt nod and laid the folders down on a nearby table. Then I straightened, found some guts about myself under the watch of Ashton’s smoldering stare, and removed my suit jacket. 

For some reason, I thought he would stop me or say “just kidding”, but he remained quiet the entire time.

Once I was fully undressed, he took a long moment to scan my body. I was waiting for him to pay a compliment, a judgment, something! 

But again, he said nothing. And from the smirk on his face, I’m sure he knew that unnerved me. 

Finally, he said, “You may continue.”

I picked up the folders and tried to get through the summaries as fast as possible. After putting the last folder down, Ashton got up from his desk and walked over to me.

“Your updates sound promising. I think the direction you are taking for each case fits, and I back you completely. Phenomenal work, Ms. Scott.”

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

“You have a beautiful body,” he complimented, slowly circling me. “Everything from your gorgeous face to your perfect-sized breast, tight ass, and flawless chocolate complexion is an extreme turn-on for me.”

Ashton’s fingers traced my jawline, then down the back of my neck to the small of my back.

“Do you know why I made you strip?”

I shook my head and Ashton stopped walking.

Now completely behind me, he placed one arm around my waist and the other around my neck, pulling me closer to him. 

Pressed up against his solid frame, I could feel the hardness of his dick digging into my lower back. 

He slid a hand down between my legs and began exploring my pussy with his fingers. I inhaled, and his intoxicating cologne compelled me to relax even more. Ashton tilted my chin and whispered in my ear. 

“Because I want you to feel exposed, vulnerable, and mindful that you are not in control when you’re with me.”

I was so wet, his hands were like magic, and every coherent thought left me. 

Damn, this may have only been a flashback, but I still felt like I was right there in his office, wrapped tightly in his arms. I massaged my clit harder and faster with the vibrator, as I continued replaying what happened next…

Ashton kissed my neck and I trembled. Literally fucking trembled! 

He stopped rubbing my pussy and turned his attention to my breasts. Taking one in each hand, before squeezing and twisting my nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. 

I couldn’t take it anymore, I reached behind me and grabbed his dick through his pants. He was rock hard. 

Releasing me, Ashton grabbed my hand and directed me to his desk, placing me on top of it. I leaned back onto my elbows.

“Open your legs,” he commanded.

I obeyed, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Now spread your pussy open for me.” 

I put one hand between my legs using two fingers to open myself up. He bit his lower lip and hummed in appreciation. I continued to stretch and massage it, covering my fingers in my juices.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. Then focusing his gaze back on my face, “I’m going to like controlling you.”

And I was going to like being controlled.

Ashton stepped closer, removing my hand and replacing it with his, directing most of the attention onto my swollen clit. He applied pressure using his thumb and massaging it in a slow, deliberate motion. 

With the other hand, he grabbed my hair and lightly tugged it, forcing my face upward so that he could look into my eyes. 

The lust in his piercing hazel gaze captivated me, opening up a side of me that I didn’t know existed. No man had ever tried to control me in this way before, and even if they had, I’d likely resist. 

But with Ashton, I felt a pull, an intense urge to please, satisfy and give myself to him.

“When you are with me, you belong to me. Your body, your orgasms, and even your fantasies. I do not like repeating myself. So if I tell you to suck my dick, you drop to your knees and make me cum, and when I say I want to fuck you, your only response should be to spread your legs.” 

He pressed harder on my clit, sending new prurient chills up my spine.

“Yes, sir,” I said, with a breathy moan.

“I’m glad you see things my way because right now, I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick.” 

Undoing his pants, I couldn’t help but stare. Ashton’s manhood was long and thick from base to tip, like a marvelous power tool ready to drill into me. It was fascinating sight watching him stroke his manhood. His face transformed from all business to intense need.

“When you are here and not working, this consumes all your time.” He shoved my legs farther apart and added, “I think it’s time you get acquainted.”

“Yes, sir,” I said again.

I guided him in, and he took it from there, propelling himself into my body repeatedly, delivering unimaginable levels of pleasure.

As I continued to replay how amazing Ashton felt that day, I repositioned my vibrator so that I could slide it into my pussy, cursing the fact that this damn toy didn’t compare to him.

His thrusts were unapologetic and fulfilling. I clamped my legs around him as he buried himself deeper, triggering my response to writhe, bounce and push hard against his dick. 

My core was pulsing, and my body eagerly surrendered to his force and control. Within moments I stiffened as we both climaxed simultaneously. 

Ashton held me tight, his fingers gripping my arm while his release shot hot and deep inside me. The shock I expected to have at him not using protection was nowhere to be found. 

I liked it. No, fuck that, I loved it. I felt dirty, sexy, and consumed. 

At that point, we had only had sex once, and I was already so spent that I didn’t even think I had enough energy to drive home.

But once Ashton pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “You’re mine now and I plan to use up every ounce of you.” I found the strength to endure two more orgasms before he sent me on my way.

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21 Replies to “His Mouthpiece”

  1. I really enjoyed this sample. Definitely want to read more. I wanna know if Ashton really has feelings for Jada as her friend said. I wanna know how coworkers react to her besides the one at the desk.

  2. I LOVED that it instantly started with spicy content. I do love a good story line, but I read my “smut” for exactly that. Always love a dominant man, too. I can’t wait to read more! Definitely going to preorder!

  3. I love that it starts out spicy. It sets the tone for what you’re reading. And sometimes, we just want our guilty pleasure with a dominant Alpha-hole. I’m definitely intrigued with how the story will play out. And I’d love to see more of the strong-willed lawyer FMC in a courtroom.

  4. Definitely would like to read more. I’m frustrated with his lack of feelings for her. I need to know more, who hurt him, will he give in and reciprocate? I’d love to read where he begins to return oral favor.

  5. The story definitely hit the ground running, pre-ordered the book to find out…”what’s next???” Characters are very interesting. So happy the FB algorithm showed your post this morning.

  6. Pre-ordered it! It’s a very intriguing story, and I love your writing style. Can’t wait to read the whole book!

  7. Love the instant spice! Dying to know if Ashton had feelings/will developer feelings for Jada. Curious to know what happens with his prior HMP!

  8. Love when a book hits the ground running, it catches my interest and keeps it. Can’t wait to see how the spice continues to unfold!

  9. This was awesome not only the sex scenes but the writing flowed and kept me reading. I love the retelling from the friends dialogue even that sounded great. I missed Ashton’s appearance but otherwise I loved it.

  10. Not many Authors can grab you from chapter 1, let alone the first page. Can not wait to add it to my tbr. Thank you for letting me read the first few chapters.

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