She's in Charge: Three Femdom Pegging Stories

By Jewel Geffen

The Billionaire's Massage
Calvin Trudy is one of the richest and most powerful men in the world, and he's used to always being in control and getting his own way. Well, not anymore! On a routine business trip to Japan, Calvin finds himself with a little downtime and decides to get a rubdown at Madam Tsuji's exclusive massage parlor. But he has no idea what's he's in for! His encounter with a sultry Japanese dominatrix will change his life forever. This is a happy ending like you've never seen it before!

Pegged by a Sorority Girl
When Josh makes a bet that he can make it with any girl on campus, he'll go to any lengths to win, even if it means doing something he never would have thought possible. Trissy Keegan is the hottest little sorority girl at Jonestown Tech, and she's got a big surprise in store for Josh! When these too college students hook up at the Sorority party, he finds that this cute little thing has got something a bit more interesting in mind. Just how far will he go in order to win the bet?

Hot Chocolate
This blazing hot story is about what happens when a long term BDSM couple decide to take things to the next level. She's had a long hard day at the office and now she's come for a visit, equipped and packing and ready for hard action. It looks like he's about to get taken for a ride like he's never done before!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jewel Geffen
• Release date: Feb 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463203750

Jewel Geffen

Jewel has been reading and writing romances as long as she can remember. Nestled away in the wilds of Upstate New York surrounded by her family and altogether too many enormous dogs, she loves nothing more then cuddling up in front of the fire with a steamy novel. She is passionate about both romantic and erotic fiction, and about exploring the space between the two. If you enjoy well-written stories, believable characters, interesting plots and sizzling hot action, you've come to the right place!

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She's In Charge:

Three Femdom Pegging Stories

by Jewel Geffen

Copyright 2019 - Jewel Geffen

All rights reserved.

The Billionaire's Massage

Pegged by a Sorority Girl

Hot Chocolate

The Billionaire's Massage

Calvin Trudy drumming his fingers on the smooth coca-bola hardwood tabletop. He glanced at the papers in front of him and slid them to one side, affecting a yawn of deep disinterest and looking pointedly at his Rolex timepiece.

Across the table from him, Mr. Nakamura broke out in a cold sweat. So, ah, you see, sir, if you will, ah, consider the projections on page thirty-two, I think you'll find...

Calvin tossed the papers back across the table. Nakamura fumbled to grab them as they rained down about him like over-sized confetti. He growled, What I'll find on page thirty-two is the same thing I'll find on every other goddamn page of this piece of shit proposal of yours: garbage.

Ah, Mr. Trudy, I think-

"I'm not interested in what you think, Nakamura. I'm interested in the bottom line. And your bottom line is pathetic."

Nakamura frowned, mustering up a little smidgen of blustering courage, in his buttoned-down Japanese fashion. His neat little black mustache seemed to bristle on his upper lip. He pushed his glasses up and straightened the papers in his hands. Now listen here, Mr. Trudy, you may be our primary investor, but Nakamura Corp is still my company and-

Calvin leaned back in the chair and laced his fingers together. Let me stop you there, Nakamura. I think you'll find, if you study page one eighty-two of your contract, section 6, subsection, ah... he glanced at his tablet, more for effect than anything else; he knew the numbers by heart. "Subsection C. You'll find that there exists a termination clause which can be put into effect should your projected profit fall below my expectations."

Mr. Nakamura sat back, blinking rapidly, his face going quite pale. You... you can't be serious.

Check the document, Nakamura. Here, I have a digital copy on hand. He had the file already open on his tablet and slid it across the polished surface of the table. He sat and waited while Mr. Nakamura searched desperately through the fine-print legalese.

God, he loved this. Wealth and power, those were to two things that drove Calvin Trudy. The only two things. He had broken a hundred companies like Nakamura's, bought them up and squeezed them dry. It was down to a science with him now, once he had control of the business it was easy enough to break it down and sell it off piece by piece at a tidy profit. You would think that eventually people would know better than to get into bed with Trudy Inc., but they always thought they were smarter than he was. He just had to offer them enough money and they'd give in. Nobody could resist money, it was the universal language and everybody had a breaking point. They all thought they could get one over on him, thought that they were smarter than Calvin Trudy.

As Mr. Nakamura was about to find out, nobody was smarter than Calvin Trudy, and nobody got one over on him.

Mr. Nakamura set the tablet down, eyes wide, almost spluttering with rage as he rose a few inches out of his seat. This... this is preposterous! That clause is intended only to come into effect upon my death or retirement!

Calvin yawned again. God, they were all so predictable. Well, it might read that way to you, Nakamura, but I think if you talk with your lawyers you'll find that it is more broadly applicable than you think.

Mr. Nakamura glared at him, then slumped back down in his chair, muttering resentfully in Japanese.

Calvin wagged his finger. Ah ah, Nakamura. English, if you please.

Mr. Nakamura took a long slow and steadying breath. Then he nodded. Of course, Mr. Trudy. My apologies.

Calvin smiled. This was what he loved about doing business in Japan: even in defeat they were so very polite. Once in the US he'd found himself literally on the run from a Texas business man who pulled a revolver on him when informed that his company was about to be liquidated. He'd had the man jailed on assault charges and had taken special pleasure in dismantling his life's work.

Even with Mr. Nakamura, as quiet and fawning as he was, Calvin couldn't resist twisting the knife just a little bit. He smiled. My people will work out the details. I'll give you until the end of the week to put your affairs in order.

My... affairs...?

I'm afraid that Nakamura Corp will no longer be needing your services, Mr. Nakamura. We're going to take it in a different direction moving forward from here.

He narrowed his eyes grimly. You mean destroy it and take all the money for yourself.

Calvin's smile widened. Nakamura, you've made a terrible mistake: never sign a contract unless you understand it completely. If you don't, I guarantee you will get fucked.

Mr. Nakamura took another long breath. Thank you for the advice... Mr. Trudy. I will remember that.

* * *

Of course Mr. Nakamura made a final play to wrest control of the company back, but the contracts were airtight. They should be, given what Calvin's lawyers were paid to draft them. In the end the Japanese businessman had no choice but to comply. He was furious about it, but he kept his temper at a low simmer, all dark looks and clenched teeth through the mask of politeness.

For Calvin, this was just another day. Mr. Nakamura was just another in a long line of people who thought that they would be able to go toe-to-toe with Trudy Inc. Like all the others, he had failed.

Tell me something, Nakamura, he said, signing his name with a flourish on the papers which official turned control of the company over to himself.

What is that, Mr. Trudy? Mr. Nakamura asked softly. Once the ink was on the paper the anger had drained out of him, replaced with a deep and fathomless sorrow. He was a man defeated,