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By A.K. Scott

Jessica Jenkins means business. She is the powerful CEO of a multi-million dollar company. At work, she runs a tight ship. People jump when she walks by and tend to cower in corners when she walks by. But once she gets home, it's an entirely different story. There, it's her husband Thomas who is in control. In every way. At home, Jessica has to bow to his every whim and submit to his every desire. Bound, gagged, trussed. She exists purely for his pleasure, no matter how degrading it happens to be. But as Thomas' own life begins to unravel, he crosses a line that should never be crossed. He introduces Samuel to his sick and twisted game of dominance and submission and in doing so, he awakens in Jessica her true self. Then watch out as she exacts her revenge on Thomas in a way in which only she can.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.K. Scott
• Release date: Feb 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370652389

A.K. Scott

I am a romance reader from as far back as I can remember. But to everyone, "Romance" means something very different. Sure, I like the flowery 'heaving bosom' stuff my mom used to read, but I'm a bit racier than many, and like to spice my romance up with a fair amount of rather raunchy sex. Do I go too far? Maybe. Oh, it's always legal but pushes the boundaries of what some might find acceptable. But then again, so do I. I love to have fun, and writing is fast becoming a truly enjoyable outlet for me...a glorious, bawdy outlet. Writing (and reading) "Romance" stories is like falling in love with a new man every week, and I ask you: What could be better than that?I'm new to publishing my stories, and love feed-back, be it good or bad. That's how I learn. I also have a fairly positive outlook, therefore I fully intend on perfecting this craft and selling more books than I ever could have imagined.Please feel free to email me at [e-mail] to tell me what you'd like to read...I'm always looking for new ideas and love to stretch my imagination.In the meantime, I want to thank you for reading my books. Remember, outside of a dog, a book is a (wo)mans best friend, inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. - Gotta love Groucho.Happy Reading!

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A.K. Scott

Copyright 2017 by A. K. Scott

All rights reserved. The people, places, and situations contained within this book are figments of the author’s imagination, and in no way, reflect real or true events.

Or do they….

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight 

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

~1~

Don’t fashion me into a maiden that needs saving from the dragon.  I AM the dragon, and I will eat you whole ~ A Mad Girls Love song.

I sit and stare at the quote, hanging behind glass and suspended on the wall opposite me. The print is replete with a picture of a lovely young woman with flowing golden locks and what appears to be a wreath in her hair.  

Not exactly what comes to mind when one thinks of a badass, I think to myself. Well, looks can be deceiving, I suppose. No one knows that more than I do.

Ms. Jenkins?

Carly’s voice snaps me out of my reverie and back to the present moment and to the matter at hand. She sits across my massive hand-carved desk, wringing her hands and looking more like a nervous little girl sitting in the principal’s office than the head of R&D.

Carly, I thank you for all you’ve done for this company over the years, but we’re going in another direction, and quite frankly, you no longer fit our needs.

I stand up and straighten my tailored suit coat and extend my well-manicured hand. This meeting is over and I have things to attend to.

Tara at the front desk will walk you out. You have 10 minutes to gather your things.

Carly stares at me in what I imagine to be complete disbelief, ignoring the peace offering before her. Word has it that she thought she was coming in for a promotion, at the very least, a raise. 

I wish you luck in your future endeavors. I say curtly, letting my hand drop to my side. 

I have played this part many times and know it well. I know, for instance, that she will need some prompting to leave, so I approach her from around my desk. 

Please. I say, gesturing towards the door. My temper begins to flare. Haven’t I just asked her to leave? Why is she just standing here, sucking up my valuable time?

Carly! I state, rather abruptly. I’m in no mood to be waylaid. 

Stunned, she starts for the door as if in a daze, much in the manner of all the rest of them over the years. The I’ve just been canned shuffle. 

 Less than a few inches from the door, she spins around and faces me, her hands balled into fists at her side.

With all due respect, Jessica, you are a real bitch and no one in this company likes you. She has literally spit out my first name, and seeing as how no one in this office EVER calls me by my first name, on some level, I must applaud her spunk.

As she realizes what she’s done and the bridge she’s burned, her eyes grow wide with what can only be shock and disbelief.

Ms. Jenkins, I mean, and I’m so sorry, I’m just terribly shocked and saddened by this turn of events.

Ten minutes. Good bye.

I advance, encroaching on her personal space, towering over her and giving her no choice but to