Working Women

By James Beckwith

A kidnapping-for-hire turns into a battle of wills between Nicole, a highly-skilled dominatrix, and Michelle, the attractive corporate professional she has been charged with tormenting.

At first, Nicole's goal is simply to extract information a business partner needs for a high-stakes burglary. But, once they both realize the line between torture and erotic torment is not so finely drawn, the game quickly changes. That's when sex, bondage and punishment become tools in an erotic contest of manipulation that will decide Michelle's fate, possibly forever.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Aug 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476154947

James Beckwith

James Beckwith writes to maintain his sanity. The father of two boys, he discovered years ago, that his fantasies are shared by millions of others. He began writing for bondage publications under other pen names on the west coast. Several years later, he wrote his first mainstream action/adventure novel, which is still carried by Internet bookstores. Today, while working to complete a second novel, he continues to write erotic stories. His ideas for storylines and unique punishments come from watching women at the malls. James resides in the United States.

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Working Women

By James Beckwith

Working Women

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Beta read by Susan Foulkes

Cover image by Scott Griessel/123RF Stock Photos

Smashword Edition, License Notes

This work contains graphic language and sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters places and incidents are products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Michelle Statler walked into her apartment late, after a long day at work. She was exhausted, but she still had to wash clothes before she could lay back. It was her routine. One load, every other day, or she got behind. It was just like half a dozen other routines that pushed her through life.

After tugging the silk scarf from around her neck and fanning her freshly exposed cleavage until it was cool, she grabbed the basket of clothes. Not bothering to change out of the rest of her blue and white business suit, she carried the basket to the basement of the apartment building.

The attractive young woman smiled at the four men in the laundry room, giving them a quiet hello as she picked a washing machine. She set the basket on a washer and adjusted her blouse to expose more of her pink lace bra and cleavage. Then, taking the armload of clothing, she bent and put them in the washer, taking her time to spread them out a bit.

She knew her short skirt was giving the men a good look at her long, slender legs and probably a nice view of her bottom and matching pink undies. She loved being a cock tease. Lately, it was one of the few thrills she got out of life that didn’t involve vibrators and her fantasies. As much time as she put in at work, there just wasn’t enough time for anything else.

She felt her pussy getting wet at the thought of the men looking up her skirt and wanting her. If she had the guts, she’d take off her suit and throw it in the laundry, too, letting them gawk as she cleaned clothes in nothing but her underwear. But even she didn’t have that much nerve.

Instead, she indulged one of her favorite fantasies as she took way too much time loading the washer. The men in the room made it even easier to imagine.

She was naked, her wrists and ankles tied to the old, rusting chair that had been left for years in the laundry room. She never thought much about how she got that way. All she knew was a gorgeous man with beautiful, broad shoulders and chiseled abs treated her tits cruelly, slapping them and pulling her by the nipples to hold her forward while he forced his cock deep into her throat.

Thinking about sucking her imaginary captor off, she took a deep breath and risked sliding a hand under her blouse. She viciously tweaked a nipple with her fingernails while imagining herself gagging on his long cock, the tips of her breasts blazing. Just before he came, he’d abandon the warmth of her lips, slam his cock deep inside her wet pussy, and ‘rape’ her, if that was really the right word. His cruel thrusts would grind the upper part of his shaft hard against her clit while he used her tits as handholds until his cum flooded her, leaving her on the verge of coming herself.

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