Patricia is a driver for a local Limo company when a flat tire means she is late picking up Billionaire Douglas Tracey.Annoyed with her lateness and soiled clothes, Tracey decides to drive home the point himself.Will Patricia get the full tune upMorePatricia is a driver for a local Limo company when a flat tire means she is late picking up Billionaire Douglas Tracey.Annoyed with her lateness and soiled clothes, Tracey decides to drive home the point himself.Will Patricia get the full tune up or does she still need a full service?This 3700 word story contains an alpha Male, domination, billionaires, dubious consent, bdsm, spanking, fingering, whipping, submission and a storyline that leaves you begging for more.-- Excerpt below for 18+ readers --He was so close I could smell his musk and see his chest strain and flex beneath his shirt.
I was getting a right royal dressing down but still there was something, I don’t know, kind of fun maybe standing there like a little school girl being berated by an angry teacher? Why my brain was letting these thoughts cross my mind I’ll never know. Maybe it wasn’t my mind doing the thinking. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, consciously and felt myself start to blush.“Come over to the table, now.”I followed, stepping more into the light.“If you don’t usually dress as bad as you are, it’s important you keep up appearances so take off your top.”“What!”“Take your shirt off, now!”“Mr.
Tracey, I can’t, I won’t!” Why weren’t my legs taking me towards the door?“Oh you can, and I think you will. I know you will. Take off your dirty shirt.”Sizing up the situation my brain still said run, but where to?Sensing my thoughts, he removed what looked like a small remote controller from his pocket, pressed a button and I heard the huge solid doors to the entrance of the office click.
They were now locked shut. Nowhere to go, nowhere to run.He stood in front of me, arms folded. His blue eyes blazed at me, through me and his whole body shimmered in the heat he seemed to be giving off. It was so…so animalistic. He was like a beast, growling at his cornered prey.
My breathing was harder, my breasts straining against the shirt he wanted removed. To be desired? It was months since any man had shown this much...lust towards me. It was intoxicating and it seemed that there was no way out. Did I want a way out? Whoa! Where did that thought come from?I felt my hands move up to my top button. It was like seeing someone else’s hands. There was no controlling them. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to but I noticed my brain had stopped protesting and in fact, I wanted too.
I could feel the heat in my sex increasing as I looked him in the eyes.My fingers tenderly slipped down to the second, then third button. The fabric slid back once free of the constricting buttons. I heard a small gasp from him as the top of my breasts and part of my bra came into his view. Another button and the fabric had slipped completely off and around the sides of my still covered breasts.“What are those?” he demanded pointing at my chest.I looked down, confused.“You seem to be enjoying yourself!”I realized now he was pointing at my nipples which were hardening against the soft material of my bra.