The Winning Ticket

By Jason Walker

He won millions in the lottery but soon found out that finding the perfect woman was worth far more than that.

Jack West had a good day. On a lark, he purchased a lottery ticket. Little did he know that within twenty-four hours he would go from being a regular guy to a millionaire? He quickly discovered that money can’t buy happiness, but a chance discovery changed all that. He couldn’t have predicted that a lowly cleaning lady would become the most important woman in his life. It was clear that being rich was nice, but finding a perfect submissive mate was better. Sometimes it’s nice to win on multiple fronts.

READER ADVISORY: This book contains scenes of Domination and Submission, sex toys, punishment and reward, a wealthy Master and the discovery of the perfect woman clad in a housecleaner’s outfit.

PUBLISHER NOTE: A M/F BDSM Romance, containing bondage, spanking, paddling, anal sex, and sex toys. 30,990 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: May 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463988466

Jason Walker

Born in the mountains of Western North Carolina, the author began his career in Radio Broadcasting in the late 1970s. Having traveled the country, he has now, inexplicably, landed back in the town of his birth. Writing full time and producing audio and video promotional products for authors takes up his days and enjoying his life fills all the moments in between. Active in social media, he welcomes any opportunity to interact with his readers and sincerely believes that there is no such thing as negative feedback. Something can be learned from the opinions of others, even if that opinion is less than glowing. You are encouraged to contact him via email, social media or through his website. And as always, he thanks you for taking the time to read his words. He hopes you enjoy them.

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THE WINNING TICKET

JASON WALKER

He won millions in the lottery but soon found out that finding the perfect woman was worth far more than that.

Jack West had a good day. On a lark, he purchased a lottery ticket. Little did he know that within twenty-four hours he would go from being a regular guy to a millionaire? He quickly discovered that money can’t buy happiness, but a chance discovery changed all that. He couldn’t have predicted that a lowly cleaning lady would become the most important woman in his life. It was clear that being rich was nice, but finding a perfect submissive mate was better. Sometimes it’s nice to win on multiple fronts.

READER ADVISORY: This book contains scenes of Domination and Submission, sex toys, punishment and reward, a wealthy Master and the discovery of the perfect woman clad in a housecleaner’s outfit.

PUBLISHER NOTE: A M/F BDSM Romance, containing bondage, spanking, paddling, anal sex, and sex toys. 30,990 words.

THE WINNING TICKET

JASON WALKER

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PROLOGUE

The slap to her ass cracked the air, and her scream broke through the white noise of the roaring music.

I will have my way!

She cringed awaiting the next blow, but it did not come. The blindfold had slipped slightly, and she could peek downward from underneath. She saw him step in front of her. A rough hand ran up her back and took a fist full of her short hair in its grasp. He lifted her head by the hair handle. It stung but felt oddly good. The change of position caused her mouth to open, and she gasped a deep breath. Before she could expel the air, he shoved his thick meaty cock between her lips. She tried to resist but that only created a challenge for him. With a forceful flex of his hips, he pushed forward until the head hit the back of her throat and started its turn down. Pulling her face closer as he continued his progress, she gagged slightly as the full nine inches snaked into her gullet. His hot balls rested against her chin, and her nose was pulled hard to his pubic bone. She tried to cough, to no avail. After allowing it to rest in her throat, Jack pulled back until only the head remained in her mouth.

I will teach you to resist me or to deny me my pleasures!

Only a moment to breathe was given before he tugged her head upward and shoved it back to the hilt. She gagged, and mascara-stained tears streamed down her cheeks as he took what he wanted. Furiously and without relent, he fucked her mouth and throat. Her comfort was not in his thinking. It was time to teach her a lesson. On the occasion of his cock falling out of her mouth, he moved his hips back and forth slapping her face hard with the shaft of his hard cock several times before forcing it once again between her wet lips. There was little she could do other than take it. Her hands were tied to the legs of the special chair he had built for this activity. Her ankles were bound tightly as well.

It had been a normal lovemaking session for them until she made a simple wrong move. He had stepped up behind her. All she had done was wiggle and utter the worst word — No. At the time it was innocent enough. She didn’t mean that he could not have whatever he wanted. That was never the case. It was likely not even intended to come out at all. She was in the throes of ecstasy. He had fucked her well, and she was panting in anticipation of more when it happened. Now she was receiving punishment.

To her, it was punishment. But only slightly. In the back of her mind, she wasn’t sure if she hadn’t said no on purpose. Maybe it was just her psyche’s way for her to get more of what she wanted. It was her role to play. The maiden who is forced to do all that her master wished, without complaint or hesitation. She knew full well that if she did resist or complain that there would be consequences. Those reactions were almost always exactly what she wanted, and she knew it was what he wanted too. No was not their safe word, so it meant nothing to him other than an unspoken desire of hers for the situation to be ramped up a notch. Now she was positioned on her knees, tied at the wrists and ankles being forcibly face fucked for his pleasure. Thrust after thrust banging against the back of her throat and turning down into her throat. His orgasm approached.

Take it all!

He screamed and grunted. After pulling back enough, his throbbing cock lay on her tongue as it exploded. Wave after wave of salty sweetness shot into her mouth and she swallowed every precious drop. Occasionally his movements caused his cock to slip from her mouth only to deposit a splash against her cheek or forehead. Swishing her tongue side to side along the underside, she felt him twitch and heard his guttural groans as he emptied himself into her throat. Pulling himself free of her mouth, she knew she had to stick out her tongue and open wide to show him that she had done as instructed. He looked as he held his cock in his right hand.

Good girl, he muttered as he stroked his cock and squeezed the last thick white drops onto her tongue. Gladly receiving them, she felt her hands being untied and her legs freed. She turned to a sitting position and waited. In a minute, the blindfold was removed, and she was awarded a kiss.

I love you, he whispered as he hugged her and pulled her to her feet.

And I love you, Master. She laid her head against his bare chest.

She looked a fright with dark trails of mascara across her cheeks, sweat plastering the loose hairs to her forehead, a couple of thick white drops of semen still clinging to her cheek, and smeared lipstick. Jack thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He thanked the Universe for handing him the most perfect woman. From an accidental encounter to the fulfillment of his dreams, he couldn’t have predicted how he ended up here, but here was exactly where he wanted to be . . .

CHAPTER ONE

Amelia Fitzsimmons was one of a crew of women house cleaners, contracted to make expensive homes spotless. The four other women she worked with were Latino and exceptional workers. She liked them all and treated them with respect, something many homeowners did not do. When they arrived for a job, it looked like a colony of worker ants swarming over a home. Amelia was the supervisor solely because she spoke English. The title did allow her a little freedom within the crew. She still worked hard, but she could take breaks and often enjoyed the opportunity to admire the art and decoration of the mansions they cleaned.

This particular Tuesday, she was wandering down the hall of the home of Jack West. He was one of her favorite clients. He was tall and handsome. He was obviously wealthy but showed none of the outward signs of money like the rest of her clients did. He was kind and appreciative of the job the women did and complimented them for their hard work every visit. She admitted to herself that he would be a great catch, but professionalism and a bit of shyness kept her from ever speaking of it. He was little more than a nice fantasy. She did wonder why is was single. He clearly had money. He was good looking and had a nice personality. Perhaps he was gay? Maybe he had a girlfriend or wife that resided elsewhere? She tried not to focus on these things, if for no other reason than it slowed her work and tainted the idyllic vision in her head.

They had been cleaning here once a week for nearly a year. She was charged with cleaning every room of the house, but there had always been one door locked. She was curious but knew better than to ask. The rest of the women had packed up and had already left to move on to the next house, while Amelia made one last pass through the house just to double check.

As she approached the normally sealed room, she reached out and turned the knob