My CEO Bound Me!

By Jade Blade

The second I stepped in his office I knew I was in deep trouble. My dominant, aggressive CEO had his gorgeous second-in-command...tied up, so to speak. Whoops. Shoulda knocked.

All three of us were humiliated, but while she was free to scurry back to work I, the lowly intern, had to face the boss' wrath. He decided I needed to be thoroughly punished for my insolence. I couldn't tell you why, but the thought got me so achingly, tantalizingly hot I had no choice but to succumb to his every whim.

He says he's going to push me to my absolute farthest limits, and I realize now that it's all I've ever wanted. But will I be able to handle the lewd, lascivious acts he puts my ripe, curvy body through? Or will I be totally consumed by my alpha male CEO?

Author's note: if you do not wish to read a scintillating tale of absolute domination, glorious pain, leather tools and fun toys, please do not purchase this book!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade Blade
• Release date: Jan 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524268930

Jade Blade

Jade is a white-collar professional from the east coast who enjoys her desk job, but longs for more time to explore her repressed, unconventional desires. This is one of her favorite outlets, and she hopes she can bring some excitement into the lives of her readers!

Book preview

Chapter One

When I walked in on them I got the shock of my young life; the CEO of the company and his highest paid, most trusted female executive. There they were in the middle of a twisted, lewd sex act that would have the papers lighting up in scandal.

Mr. Jacobs, multibillionaire and CEO of Juggernaut Accounting, was a mountain of a man. Standing at a towering 6’3 1/2", his muscles always seemed on the verge of bursting forth from his perfectly tailored ten thousand dollar suits. He was chiseled like a modern day Adonis, with his strong square jaw and lion-like hazel eyes. He was in his mid-forties, with jet black hair that he kept trimmed neatly and combed back and a spray of gray at his temples, giving him a youthful but distinguished look.

He was rich, and gorgeous, and undoubtedly an alpha male. Anyone he gave an order would scurry to do his bidding lest they unleash his wrath.

But right now he wore no suit. Right now he had on only a pair of tight-fitting leather pants and heavy leather boots. His broad strapping chest was tan and heaving with the excitement of what he was doing.

Margaret Boone, his second in command, had such a take-charge attitude I would never have believed she liked to be dominated. She typically wore expensive tailored suits as well, but right now she was wearing nothing...except what seemed like miles of rope.

Margaret was moaning, her mouth held open by some sort of metal contraption that reminded me of my high-school retainer, but this was much different, much more clinical. Her mouth was stretched painfully wide like she was receiving some sort of freak dental examination, and I saw her wet pink tongue thrashing and drool running out of her mouth.

She was lashed to a simple chair, the thick tan ropes tying