A Virgin Enslaved (Inhumanly Handsome, Humanly Flawed Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

enticingly between her milk white thighs and her black garters and stockings.
    I have a fetish for women who dress in garters and stockings. It drives me crazily, blindingly wild.
    I unzip my fly without taking off my shirt and shrug off my pants. It gets caught around my mid-thigh, but I don’t care. I’m not wearing underwear either, and my cock is granite hard. Feeling for Taylor’s glistening sex, I ascertain that she’s as wet as she looks before I thrust my way inside.
    “Aaaaaah,” she cries as my cock slides into her slippery, hot passage.
    “You feel so good, baby,” I murmur breathily against her cheek. I begin to rock my hips against hers. The sex is brutal and primal and rough, the way we both like it. There’s always the chance that anyone can walk in on us, and in this sort of place, they wouldn’t bat an eyelid.
    Taylor clutches at the hook above her in a semblance of bondage. I continue to thrust into her deeper and faster, and our pants and kisses merge and become more intense.
    I suppose I really shouldn’t tell her that my fevered mind keeps superimposing Elizabeth Tyrell’s innocent face onto hers.
    And when I come, it’s Elizabeth that I’m fantasizing about.
    Shit.
    I think I’m obsessed.

BETH

    The next morning, my new boss (I would have liked that term better had he not been so strange) outlines some ground rules about how we are going to work together.
    He calls me into his office. He’s looking particularly gorgeous today with his slightly disheveled hair (does he ever comb it?) and his dark blue on black pin-striped sharp suit which must have cost over two thousand dollars.
    “See this?” He points to the lower right side of his computer screen. He has a huge LCD monitor on his desk. It’s discomfiting to be so near to him, but it’s necessary for me to peer at his screen. “It’s an Office Communicator. You don’t have to come into this room if you want to communicate with me. You can just type me a message, and I’ll reply.”
    “OK,” I say, nodding.
    So he’s not the face-to-face boss-employee type. I can live with that.
    He indicates the phone. “You can call me as well. You don’t have to come in here.”
    “OK.” I nod again.
    He seems to not want me around in his office. I wonder if he has something to hide. Maybe he has Confidential files scattered around that I will not be privy to.
    As I leave his office, I can feel his eyes burning into my back. I don’t know what it is about him, but he makes me feel naked. It’s probably a good thing that we’re not going to be seeing much of each other, despite being separated by only one wall. Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing more of him, of course. He’s gorgeous. But he might catch me staring at him too long, and that wouldn’t be appropriate.
    So all in all, this Communicator arrangement is a good thing. For me. Not that I’m letting him know.
    Around lunchtime, I get a call from Lyla all the way down in Accounting.
    “So?” she says. “Give me the scoop.”
    “What scoop?”
    “On your new immediate boss. The Big C.”
    “The Big C?”
    “Yeah. ‘C’ for ‘cheese’. ‘C’ for ‘Christopher’. ‘C’ for can you spell utterly desirable with a ‘C’?”
    “Sssssh.” I’m actually afraid Chris will eavesdrop on this conversation. This is my first job, and I’m not sure if office phones are bugged or something just to make sure we are all working and not making personal calls to our mothers.
    Something which I have done this morning, actually, but on my cellphone.
    “Oh Beth,” my mother gushes, “that’s wonderful they’re paying so much for a first job these days!”
    “I know. Wonderful,” I echo.
    And now you can pay for my knee replacement surgery, she doesn’t say.
    My sister, Samantha, grabs the receiver from her. I can hear Mom scolding her, “That’s just plain rude, Sam, I didn’t bring you up to be rude this way” in the background.
    “Beth,” Sam’s breathless