Masters of Restraint: Her Masters, #1

By Ines Johnson

My new boss is good at giving orders. But his latest demand is NSFW. Especially when his two business partners want in on our deal.

 

My new boss

My boss's boss

Their investor

 

These three are the last men I expect to meet at the BDSM club I go to with my girls to celebrate keeping my job after a hostile takeover of my company. But these dominant, sexy billionaires make it clear that my company is not the only thing they want to take over.

 

What 21st century, workaholic, career woman with a drawer full of BOBs and batteries would pass on three rugged alphas intent on scrutinizing her assets? But if anyone at work finds out about our NSFW activities, my reputation in the corporate world will be ruined. Worse, if any of the three of them discover I'm falling for them, they'll drop me faster than a bad investment.

 

If you love steamy romance that packs heat as well as heart, then you'll love the Her Masters series where a woman who thinks she knows what she wants will meet three men who give her exactly what she needs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Those Johnson Girls
• Release date: Sep 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201572990

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

"W e just got slammed."

With a flat palm, I slammed down the top of my computer screen. But not before a last sigh of pleasure escaped the speakers. Luckily, my earbuds were in, and I was the only person who could hear the orgasmic sigh of Little Morningstar as Master Xfinity tied her arms tightly behind her back in an intricate pattern of knots which she couldn't escape.

My heart raced to think that I'd been caught at work looking at porn. Though to call shibari porn was a mistake. The beautiful art of tying people up in knots was, well, art.

It was meditative to watch a human of free will give over complete control of their body. The world fell away as they closed their eyes and got lost in the rigger's ties and the rope. Freedom was all over their relaxed features. The only decision they had to make was whether to sigh or moan their ecstasy.

It looked like perfect heaven.

But, yeah, it became porn when Master Xfinity pulled his cock out and shoved it into Little Morningstar's dripping wet cunt. He'd taken over an hour to tie her up in their demonstration. She and I both were squirming with anticipation for what was to come.

Brookings Corp is making ridiculous demands in this business deal.

I tugged the earbuds out of my ears and then blinked a couple of times before my boss's face came into view. Lester Porter the Third was staring down at the clenched golf ball in his hands, squeezing it as though it was a stress ball that would never give.

I shouldn't have worried about his attention span. He wasn't looking at me or my computer. Which meant he hadn't seen me looking at a man tying up a woman and then slamming into her when the knots and her submission made him hard.

Good. This was good.

But then I replayed his words in my head. Brookings. Ridiculous demands. Business deal.

What was ridiculous was that Lester thought Brookings was making a deal with him. They weren't. What they were doing was technically a hostile takeover of Lester's family business. Actual hostile takeovers happened when there was resistance from the owners whose business was being acquired. Lester was oblivious as to what was happening.

We need to get something called Accounts Receivable over to them before the end of the day.

See, whenever Lester said we, what he really meant was me. He never got slammed. Things never got hard for him. Because he would push everything off to me to handle.

Which was fine. The only reason this business had succeeded over the last two years and acquired the attention of a billion dollar company like Brookings was because I had shepherded said accounts into receiving profit. Meanwhile, Lester took off early each afternoon to go play a round of golf.

Don't worry, I said, pulling the files to me and placing them over my closed laptop. I've already taken care of it.

You have? Lester stopped pacing, bringing his club to his heart as though there was hope he'd make his tee time after all.

As though there had been any doubt of that. I was the one who pulled the late hours around here. I was the one who ran all the reports. I was the one who did his job and mine. Thank goodness it was a two-person office or I wouldn't have been able to handle the workload.

Truth be told, I would've done any other employee’s jobs too. I had to. If I lost this job, I would have nothing. No income. No new prospects. Not real ones, anyway. Not with my community college degree where other business executives had ivy lacing their placards. And also dicks. I had neither.

I'd gotten this job as a temp. I was able to turn it into a full-time position because no one else would put up with Lester's absences. Or his not actually doing any work tendency. Also, there was the downside of the business losing money and being near bankruptcy two years ago. But I'd turned all that around. Hopefully, the executives over at Brookings would see that when they completed their takeover, and they'd take me with them.

So, in the end, he was right. We had a problem. But I was the only one who had to solve it. And I already had.

It's a great thing we're merging with Brookings. All this time I've been spending at the office has really been handicapping my golf game.

We're not merging, Lester. They've acquired us.

Same difference.

No, it is not the same. It is different. If we were merging with Brookings, we'd be joining forces to make a new company.

Like the Justice League.

I was a Marvel girl myself and partial to the Avengers. But whatever. Yes, except that's not what's happening. Brookings is taking us over. Which means Paul Brooks could get rid of the two of us if things don't go well in my—I mean your presentation tomorrow.

You'll have all my notes ready for tomorrow?

Of course, I said as I walked him to the door.

Everything was riding on the presentation Lester had to give tomorrow on the health of the company. I'd done the reports, made the PowerPoint presentation, and even wrote out exactly what he needed to say—spelling out a few of the big words like incentivize phonetically so that he wouldn't mess that up.

I've taken care of everything, I assured him. And now I just wanted a brief respite by watching a little art on the company's Wi-Fi. I didn't get that resolution at home using my phone's hotspot.

You're dynamite, Maree. I don't know what I'd do without you.

I smiled and kept my mouth shut. Once the door shut and I was sure he was out of the office, I pushed the paperwork aside. It was all finished. I would come in early and run through it one more time before the meeting. What I needed was a break. The only thing that stopped my mind from running a hundred miles per minute was—

Little Morningstar finished her long moan when I lifted the lid of my laptop. Her eyes rolled back in her head with ecstasy as Master Xfinity brought her to a climax. My eyes fixed on the knots that held her arms tight to her low back.

I'd never been helpless. Not a day in my life. I'd had absentee parents who both worked three jobs to keep a shabby roof over our heads and discount canned goods on the table. All I knew was struggle and endless hard work. But when I closed my eyes, I dreamed that for just one moment, for just one instance, I could put my hands behind my back and not have to do anything.

Little Morningstar was face down on the bed. She had nothing to do but lie there bound tightly and enjoy her Master's pleasure.

It was a fantasy. I knew that. It wasn't something I could have as a modern, career-focused woman. It wasn't even something I should want. Which was why I kept my desires to myself.

The bound sub on the video did not share my sentiment. She screamed her next climax. The sound reverberated through my small office. It was so loud that I missed the knock on the open door.

I looked up to see a man standing in the doorway. It wasn't just any man. It was Harrison Ford. It wasn't just any Harrison Ford. It was a young Harrison from the film Working Girl, complete with an expensive suit and a dark textured tie with a thread count that looked like it would hold a naughty career woman tight.

His brow lifted.

And that's when I remembered my laptop was still open. The thwap thwapping of Master Xfinity's hips pistonning into his sub was loud and clear. Not to mention Little Morningstar's moans of ecstasy were stereophonic from my little laptop speakers.

It's a commercial, I said, closing the laptop. Unfortunately, the sub's last words could be heard before it shut. And they were, Yes, I'm your good little slave, Master.

Young Harrison Ford's other brow lifted to join the first.

I stood, brushing off my thrift store business skirt that I'd hemmed and mended myself. Is there something I can help you with?

I'm looking for Lester Porter.

Harrison Ford had a voice that hit a deeper note than Master Xfinity's. And that tie? It matched the same color of rope that Master Xfinity had tied his sub with. My brain scrambled to work.

He's… Mr. Porter is… in a meeting.

Harrison Ford lowered those two perfectly plucked brows. The look on his face reminded me of Master Xfinity's face when Little Morningstar misbehaved and he had to give out a punishment. Oh, man, how did this guy know most of my bondage fantasies featured Harrison Ford in his role as Jack Trainer in Working Girl? I wanted him to take off his