Banged By The Boss

By Kimberlee Madison

From the very first moment I laid eyes on my new boss, I knew things were going to be different. He was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen, and the most powerful man in the company. Most of the boys I'd been with in the past couldn't match up . . . they were just boys. But not Ethan. He was a real man . . . and he was the boss. I'd never been with an alpha-male like him before, so I really didn't know what to expect. It didn't take long to find out that he wanted to own me.

The way I had it figured, I only had a couple of options . . . either I could quit my new job, or I could submit to what he wanted. I had no idea how erotic the boss could be . . . how turned on I could get while working with an alpha male. But he was gorgeous, and I wanted all of him. I wanted his cock . . . wanted to suck it . . . kiss it . . . wanted it to fill me up. Sometimes you just have to go with. Sometimes you just have to submit to your desires. Sometimes you just have to accept that you have to be trained by the boss.

What I didn't realize, though, was that I wasn't the boss's only girl. No. Ethan had a harem around the office. But why wouldn't he . . . one woman couldn't satisfy an alpha like him. It's how he got his kicks, trying to own as many beautiful women as he could. So that was it. That's what I'd have to figure out. Was I okay with being just another girl he owned around the office, just another secretary having sex with her boss. Or did I need to be something more.

This is an 11,000 word, short novella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimberlee Madison
• Release date: Jun 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463790267

Kimberlee Madison

Back in high school I was what you might call a tease. Sure, I gave my share of BJs and hand jobs, but rarely did I go all the way back in those days. It was more fun for me to seduce the boys, get them as hot and bothered as I could, just to watch them ache. I loved more than anything to watch their expressions when I wore a skirt and would leave my legs open, ever so slightly, exposing just a glint of panties. Or when one of my tits accidentally poked out of my shirt during gym class. More than anything, back in high school I loved watching their faces as I was yanking them off, that old familiar grimace stretched across their faces as they'd explode all over the back seat of my dad's car . . . I suppose that's what I love most about writing erotica--the thrill of knowing that people are getting off on the stories I have to tell. I hope you enjoy!I love hearing from readers!!! . . . you can email me at [e-mail]

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Banged by The Boss

By Kimberlee Madison

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Copyright 2018 © by Kimberlee Madison. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.

WARNING: This book contains graphic adult content! Everyone depicted in this tale is 18 or older!!

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One

Jesus, Bri! I screamed from the bathroom. You said you’d wake me.

I’m sorry, she said. I thought I hit snooze on my phone . . . I must have turned it off, instead.

It was 8:45 and I had a job interview at 9:30. I’d forgotten my phone at my boyfriend’s apartment the night before, so I’d had to rely on my roommate, Bri, to wake me. I stood watching myself brush my teeth in the mirror, the whole time thinking about my father riding my ass for not having an alarm clock.

Who uses an alarm clock, anymore? I remembered asking him the afternoon he’d helped us move into our new apartment.

An alarm clock is a good backup, he’d said.

Fuck! I hated when he was right.

I rinsed the toothbrush, speared it into the holder, and then leaned under the faucet. I swished the water vigorously around my mouth and spit it into the basin, then glanced back into the mirror. My hair looked like a bird’s nest had exploded.

What time is it? I screamed.

Uhh . . . eight fifty-one, Bri shouted.

Fuck!

I really needed a shower, but my interview was clear across town—at least a fifteen-minute Uber ride. I needed this job. I couldn’t afford to be late. So, a sponge bath would have to suffice.

Just then Bri appeared in the doorway. Is there anything I can do? she whimpered.

Order an Uber, I snapped.

When do you want it?

Ten minutes, I said.

Okay, she said, retreating down the hallway, phone in hand.

I closed the door and stripped out of my bra and panties, grabbed a washcloth and soaped it under a hot tap, then scrubbed my face. I hit all the strategic parts in rapid succession and then rinsed the cloth, scrubbed my body with the warm, clean water.

Bri and I had been best friends since our sophomore year of college. It was an instant attraction. We shared all the same interests, completed the same course-of-study, and both graduated with degrees in business. The funny thing was we’d even grown up in the same town. She’d lived just a few blocks away but had attended a rival high school. It took fate to bring us together in college. She was a great friend and roommate, but she was a bit flighty. And not always reliable.

Uber’s here! she shouted from the living room.

I dragged the brush through my hair a final time and scurried out of the bathroom into