Valentine's Dom

By Erika Masten

Valentine’s Dom
An Explicit Erotic Short Story

As his junior admin analyst, Claudia sees to Troy Gaspar’s every need. If she had her way, those would include his sexual needs. Troy has been burned by office romance before, but Claudia is a natural submissive who makes him want to break his own rules. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, there’s nothing she wants more than Troy as her Valentine’s Dom.

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from Military Maledom: An Officer And A Dom and Room Service: Dominated #3 by Erika Masten.

Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Masten
• Release date: Feb 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465990808

Erika Masten

I'm the girl next door with an unexpected wicked streak (and an addiction to sexy high heels). I love turning forbidden desires and secret fantasies into erotic tales with literary flare and a dirty mouth. Let me tell you a naughty story...

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VALENTINE’S DOM

by

Erika Masten

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Copyright © 2012 Erika Masten.

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental.

Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Valentine’s Dom

Excerpt From

Military Maledom: An Officer And A Dom

Excerpt From

Room Service: Dominated #3

VALENTINE’S DOM

The position of junior administrative analyst at The Meyer Institute doesn’t come with an office, but I don’t mind that at all. Sitting at a broad cherry wood desk roughly equidistant from the smallest of our three conference rooms and my supervisor’s office has advantages I wouldn’t willingly surrender. First, of course, is the fact that senior policy analyst Troy Gaspar, to whom I report, has to pass me whenever he comes or goes. And the view is exceptional in either direction.

The second advantage is that I can hear a fair amount of what’s said in the conference room, even with the door closed. The institute is an environmental policy think tank advising decision-makers from local government all the way up to U.N. subcommittees, which comes with a fair amount of stress, political red tape, and last minute scrambling to deal with rapidly changing situations on a global scale. Today I can hear our organization president giving his senior analysts hell about failing to anticipate a power shift in a small Southeast Asian province that’s dead center in one of our climate and wildlife hot spots.

While a couple of my fellow junior analysts are chattering about their Valentine’s Day plans for tomorrow night, pausing occasionally to gape at the raised voices, I’m in my zone. As soon as the conference room door opens and the senior staff scatters for damage control, I fall into step beside my Troy. He’s much taller than I am, six-foot-two to my five-foot-one, and takes longer strides. And I’m in stilettos, to boot. It doesn’t stop me from keeping up, though.

Troy is peeling off his gray suit jacket and loosening his tie, meaning he’s about to dig in for several hours of working his contacts and updating briefing reports. It never fails to amaze how a man who spends ten hours a day behind a desk can have a gym rat body, with pumped, rounded biceps and pecs. Then again, I know he’s not dating anyone right