One Night in Paris (Submitting to the Billionaire Part 2)

By Serena St Claire

In this continuation of the Submitting to the Billionaire series, Sara takes on Mark's offer of being his PA. But what will he make her do when they're on a business trip to Paris, and will it be enough to make her regret her decision?

Warning: this 5400 word story contains oral sex, butt plugs, exhibitionism, vibrators and some raunchy, explicit sex.

~~ The following excerpt is for 18+ readers ONLY!! ~~

Sara had no idea what was said, but she figured Mark asked for a private room for a moment, as they were immediately whisked into an empty office, the clerk leaving and closing the door behind him with instructions in French to Mark. Sara really, really hoped the whole meeting wouldn’t be in French, because her notes would really suffer if she didn’t understand a single word being said. She wouldn’t find it hard to keep listening to Mark though, it was really sexy listening to him speak in a foreign language.

“You remember my instructions to you on the plane?” he asked her.

“Yes, I have to take off my blazer when we get in there.”

“Well, I have one more instruction.” Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a little silver vibrator. It was the size of an egg, with a switch on the side. Mark flicked it on low. Sara’s eyes widened. “Surely not...” was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

Mark came over with the egg and rubbed his fingers along the lips of her labia, finding her hole. He slipped the egg inside of Sara. “You can hang on to this for me too, can’t you?” he whispered softly in her ear.

Sara inhaled sharply as the vibrating egg slid into her pussy. The soft vibration of the egg in her pussy started to turn her on, but it was set to a low enough speed that it wasn’t going to be enough to bring her to orgasm in a hurry. Sara could only stare at Mark, unbelieving that she was about to go into a meeting with two executives with a vibrator in her pussy. It sounded so loud to her ears she was sure everyone within 20 feet of her would be able to hear what was in her pussy.

“Now, remember, they don’t know it’s in there, unless you let them know” Mike whispered to her softly, as he took her arm to guide her out of the room.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Serena St Claire
• Release date: Jun 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476088372

Serena St Claire

I'm Serena St Claire, a regular boring old office worker during the day, and at night I write those steamy erotic novels that I really hope you love!

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Submitting to the Billionaire Part 2: One Night in Paris

One Night in Paris

Serena St Claire

Copyright 2012 by Serena St Claire

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Sara’s heart raced as she entered the Terringer International building. She knew this was what she wanted to do, but it was still very nerve-racking.

Not 24 hours earlier Sara was working as a temp on the 15th floor accounting office, making barely more than minimum wage as she got coffee, made photocopies and organized files.

Today, Sara was the personal assistant to Mark Terringer, owner and founder of the company, making six figures, but having to submit to his every demand.

Mark had made the offer to Sara the night before, after he found her working alone in the office. He had wanted her more than anything, and he took her. Sara had come to the realization that his harsh treatment of her, complete with nipple clips, had turned her on tremendously, and when he offered her the new job in exchange for being able to do whatever he wanted to her, Sara simply couldn’t find a downside.

When she entered the elevator, this time she pressed the button for the 52nd floor. Sara was alone in the elevator, and smiled when she thought about how it all started. The little illuminated box above showing the floors flew past 15, Sara’s old stop. She adjusted her skirt as she thought about what the day was going to bring. Sara didn’t quite know how to dress, but she decided to be a little bit more daring than before, wearing her shortest work dress, ending around six inches above her knee, and her thinnest blouse, which just barely showed the outline of the sexy lace bra she wore.

When the doors finally