Dominating Her Men: Total Domination Vol. 1

By Alana Melos

A bundle of the first three shorts from the Dominating Her Man female domination anthology series...

A bundle of three sexy female domination stories, this volume includes:

Dominating Her Intern: The summer intern makes a mistake and pays for it in a way he never expected!
Dominating Her Boss: Roger's secretary lures him to a nightclub and turns the tables on him!
Dominating Her Professor: A college professor is lured away to a secluded house by one of his students, who then teaches him a lesson.

Each story contains femdom, bdsm, m/f and oral. Individual stories vary slightly and may contain anal and group sex, and the entire collection is 16,000+ words!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alana Melos
• Release date: Aug 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781370097319

Alana Melos

ALANA MELOS is a struggling author who found out writing erotica gave her much more freedom in writing than when she wrote the "serious" literary stuff. Since this discovery, she's endeavored to write the very best interesting, weird, plot-driven, and hot erotica she can. She sincerely hopes to just entertain people, whether they read for the plot, the weird factor, or the racy factor. Along with her loving husband, she lives with a crazy cat. If you want to stay updated on new releases, please sign up for my mailing list at http://eepurl.com/cfQK35

Book preview

DOMINATING HER INTERN

Marc shifted his feet nervously. This was his first day as an intern for Pentex, Incorporated, and he’d heard that Ms. White was a real bitch to work under. She’d requested him personally as her assistant, and he knew this could make or break his career.

He glanced at himself in the window as he passed by the various glass offices in the skyscraper. His blond hair laid perfectly in place with the trendiest of haircuts, and his dark suit had been pressed the day before to ensure he made a good first impression. The rest of his looks he would consider youthful rugged. He spent a lot of time outdoors so he had a good tan, and he kept himself in great shape. Exercise gave a natural endorphin high, so it was easy to work out just by doing what he loved.

Rounding the corner, Marc saw the frosted glass door which led to the Ice Queen’s office. He gulped nervously, and reminded himself to just put on the charm. Keep professional, but friendly, and be assertive, he thought. The male secretary looked up at him as he approached. How can I help you? he inquired, a friendly, polite smile fixed upon his handsome face.

     I’m Marc, Marc Summers, he said. I’m here to see Ms. Frost. I’m her new intern.

The secretary smirked in a decidedly nasty expression. Oh, I see, he said, hitting the intercom button. Ms. Frost? Your intern is here. Shall I send him in?

A sultry, sexy voice erupted from the speaker, Yes. Please do.

He released the button and turned to Marc. Have fun, kid.

     Yeah, ah, you too, Marc replied, heading towards the frosted glass door. That was weird, he thought. The encounter left him a little uncomfortable, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on the reason why, exactly. I’m probably just jumpy, he thought. It wasn’t every day a guy met a billionaire, after all.

He knocked first, then opened the door, even though he had already been buzzed in. Marc had been raised in the Midwest, and good manners had been branded into him at an early age. Ms. Frost? May I come in?

     Yes, please, that sultry voice replied. His cock stirred slightly at the sound of her voice, and he willed himself not to get an erection. That definitely wasn't the image he wanted to project.

He entered and closed the door behind him, then turned to lay eyes on his boss for the first time. Of course, he knew what she looked like already, but pictures did not do her justice. The woman standing behind the desk looked statuesque, tall, and voluptuous. Her chestnut hair had been pulled back into a severe ponytail which accentuated the perfect symmetry of her face. Her lipstick was dark red, looking almost like blood had been smeared across her lips, especially when contrasted against her pale skin. When she looked up at him, her ice blue eyes weighed him, judging him where he stood. You’re Mr. Summers? she asked with the voice of a porn star.

     Y-yes, he stammered. Seeing her in person had knocked him for a loop, and he could smell a faint whiff of her exotic perfume from across the large room.

She straightened her white business jacket and walked to him. He couldn’t help but to notice that her business skirt barely covered her garters, and when she walked, he could see the tops of them peeking out with each long, confident stride. His dick began to harden in his pants, stirring to life at the erotic sight. What are you doing, you fucking idiot?! Stop checking out her legs!

     Right on time, she said. "Which means you’re late. From here on out, I expect you to be fifteen minutes early."

     Yes, ma’am, he said, making himself look her in the eyes. Her lips kept distracting him though. He wanted to see if they really were as wet as they looked even as he knew it was just the sheen of the lipstick.

     Since it’s your first day, I’m going to be generous and forgive you, this once, she said. That is your one and only warning. After that, you’ll have to be punished, depending on the severity of the transgression. Do you understand me?

     Yes, ma’am, Marc replied, bobbing his head as well for emphasis.

     Then, let’s get to work.

~ ~ ~

Marc found himself running a lot of menial errands, which was to be expected since he was basically a glorified go-fer. This internship had been fought over, and was highly valued. Ms. Frost knew her stuff, and there were few people who wanted to cross her. He would learn a lot, so long as he stayed on her good side. To this end, he ran his errands as fast as he could, being swift, prompt, yet never in her way. The morning passed swiftly, and it went pretty well. She didn’t snap at him, nor reprimand him, and once she gave him a terse compliment on his speed.

He raced back to her office, carrying her coffee. As before, he knocked and announced himself, then entered. She hung up the phone and reached for the coffee which wasn’t there. Marc rushed forward, but in his haste, he tripped over his own feet. The coffee cup went flying. He saw it in slow motion, just like in some stupid damn movie. The cup turned end over end, a few drops spraying out as it spun. Rooted to the spot, transfixed in horror at the sight, the cup hit the edge of the desk and expelled its contents all over her perfect glass desk. She even turned in slow motion, hearing the chink of the cup as it hit the desk. Her swivel could not have been more perfect for any farce… as she turned, the coffee seemed to bounce off of the desk and