Tell Me What to Do

By Juliet Beltrey

The sizzling story of a woman’s desire to submit, to be controlled, and to be told what to do. She gets more than she bargained for when she ends up bound and blindfolded. An erotic, very explicit story, with restraining, blindfolding, spanking, oral, and hard anal sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Juliet Beltrey
• Release date: Apr 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301745166

Juliet Beltrey

I’m the quiet girl you’d never suspect is secretly full of sexual thoughts. As a writer, I naturally gravitated to erotica. I enjoy focusing on the hidden nature of our sexual desires, with sexual fantasy often becoming reality in my stories. I love to explore the full expression of our sexuality, and have found that writing erotica allows me to do that. Thank you for reading!

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Tell Me What to Do

Juliet Beltrey

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Copyright © 2016 Juliet Beltrey | Scorpio Rising Publishing

I knew it was now or never. Time to be brave, Julie. I hovered the mouse over the send button.

I wanted this so bad. I’d wanted it for a long time. I’m not a slut, you should know that right off the bat.

It was Allan’s last day at work. As the head of Human Resources, I had his exit papers. Allan was tall, lean, and a little awkward. A bit shy. Attractive, but not the kind of guy most women would lust after. I guess I’m not most women, because from the time I first interviewed him for his job almost two years ago, I’d been attracted to him.

At first I thought it was simply because he was unavailable; it’s always safe to lust after someone you know you can never have. He was engaged. But it wasn’t just that. Whenever we were in a room together, I was irresistibly drawn to him in a very sexual way, unlike anything I’d experienced with anyone else. Maybe we were some kind of one-in-a-million chemical match.

I know he felt it, too. Once, I had to individually explain to every employee their 401k benefits. When it was Allan’s turn, we sat next to each other at the conference room table.

I was already aware of my attraction to him, so I was careful not lead him on in any way. Despite my desires, I respected the fact that he had a fiancée. I had decided the closest I would get to Allan was the sexual fantasies I had about him. I wore a thick, bulky sweater and a long skirt.

I’m tall and busty, with the kind of body that easily gets men going. My boyfriend, when we first slept together, said I had a body men would crawl over broken glass to get a blurry look at. He told me that just having this body made me good in bed. I’d learned to dress conservatively to avoid unwanted attention. At work I dress downright dowdy, with my hair up and little or no makeup.

As Allan and I sat at the table, I went over the details of his 401k, the same as I did with everyone else. Despite my precautions, the attraction between us was like an elephant in the room. He was very attentive, nodding in the right places, asking the occasional question.

I was feeling very warm under my sweater. I made eye contact with him a couple times. Both times, I stopped talking and we looked at each other, as if acknowledging that we both felt the same thing. The attraction was so strong, I didn’t trust myself to remain composed. I figured I better wrap it up quickly.

As I was finishing, I looked down and saw a huge bulge in his pants. Earlier, I noticed him scooting himself closer to the table. Now I knew why. His erection was so big it was impossible to hide, pushing his slacks straight out in a large V shape.

I wasn’t sure what to do. The conference room is all windows, looking out to the other employees. I couldn’t send him out like that. Finally, I thought of something and stood up, feeling a bit light headed.

Here are the forms you need to fill out, Allen. You can fill them out here. Right now. Here’s a pen. Take your time. No hurry. I’ll just… leave now. Flustered, I left him alone.

Safely back in my office, I stuck my hand down my skirt. I