Ridden By My Cowboy Billionaire Boss, Parts 1-3

By Samantha Francisco

Part 1:

Naive Chase only wanted a new summer experience when he applied to go on a working holiday at a Wyoming ranch owned by the mysterious billionaire cowboy Jake Skinner.

Instead, Chase finds the older Mr. Skinner more than willing to help him discover his hidden desires with a firm guiding hand.

Part 2:
He had no idea that the rest of his life would change forever.

Chase jumps at the chance to go half-way around the world with Skinner on a business trip. Only to find himself stranded among power-hungry executives who resemble sharks more than men.

Skinner is willing to risk it all to protect his young lover. But can Chase find the strength within himself to admit that he belongs to Skinner before it's too late?

Part 3:
When a visitor from Skinner's past comes to the ranch, Chase has to make a critical decision.

Can he stay at Spring Hills Ranch forever with Skinner, or is it finally time to return to the city?

Excerpt:

With a final sip, Skinner finished his whiskey and set the empty tumbler back on the bar. Loosening the buttons on his cuffs, he walked over to Chase and lovingly ran his hand through his hair.

"Are you ready Boy?"

Chase's eyes dropped to the floor. His muscles clenched and his half-aroused length sprang to full attention. Chase knew that as soon as Skinner called him "Boy" that he wanted them to enter their respective roles.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready."

"Come along then," said the older male as he lead the way to their basement room. The door to their playroom was well hidden and locked. Only Skinner had a key to the room.

Unlocking the door, Skinner stepped inside and flicked on the lights. Silently, Chase followed him into the room and bit back a shiver as Skinner pushed the door shut and turned the lock. Various instruments and toys hung on the walls. Whips, crops, gags, ropes, and chains. Everything in the room was arranged around a single altar located at the center of the room and the four metal rings set into the floor around the altar.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Yes, sir, it's doorknob," replied Chase.

"Good," agreed Jake as a hard detached expression replaced the tender smile that was on his face.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Road Less Unraveled Press
• Release date: Jul 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9780463085301

Samantha Francisco

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Book preview

Chapter 1

Welcome to Spring Hill Ranch

Bend over, sweet Chase, and keep your hands on the desk.

Chase wondered how it was that he ended up with jeans around his ankles, bare ass sticking up into the air as he supported himself on the wooden surface with a white knuckled grip. He watched Skinner play with his belt, testing the weight and thickness of the leather. A shiver went down his spine and he swallowed hard.

***

Just two days ago, Chase had arrived in Wyoming at the Spring Hill Ranch to begin his six month work holiday. He graduated from high school last month and had a full-ride admission to The University of Michigan waiting for him. However, to the frustration of his pragmatic father, he decided to take a year off to explore the country before he chained himself to a desk for the next 4 years. It must have been fate because Chase found a post on an online forum looking for an assistant ranch hand the very afternoon he sent in his notice of deferment to the college admissions office.

A series of emails were exchanged with the manager of the ranch and three weeks later Chase flew down the desolate dirt roads of Wyoming towards the Spring Hill Ranch, his new home for the next six months.

***

Why don'cha go on back to the main house, Chase, Mr. Skinner is waiting for you in his office, I'll finish up here, said Walter as he finished packing up their equipment.

An unease settled in his stomach and Chase wondered what was going on. In the short time he had worked at Spring Hill he had never once met the mysterious Mr. Skinner. So far, the only people on the entire 1600 acre ranch were him and the 70 year old manager, Walter.

The Skinners were a powerful family with over $76 billion in assets. They had made their fortune in oil and pharmaceuticals and liked to keep to themselves. The family kept the Spring Hill Ranch as a holiday retreat away from the paparazzi and prying eyes of civilized society.

Oh God, I'm getting laid off for sure, muttered Chase under his breath.

With a gulp, he squared his shoulders and rode back towards the stable.

***

Chase took a deep breath and knocked three short raps. Knock, knock, knock. The noise echoed through the silent house.

Come in.

Hello?

Chase asked as he shut the door behind him. He paused as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the low lighting. He scanned the room, searching for the source of that voice. The high ceilings and log cabin walls gave the office a dark cavernous feel. The sole source of light in the room came from the orange glow of the fireplace at the far end of the office. Though the construction of the house was rustic, Chase could smell the money oozing out of the walls around him.

Hello? he tried again, nervously wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans and taking a step into the dark office.

Strip.

Excuse me? He blinked rapidly, as if trying to confirm if he really heard what he thought he heard. The figure in the corner of the room sighed and walked towards him.

Did you not hear me? Take off your clothes, get on your knees and crawl to me.

Chase stared in shock at the gorgeous man in front of him.

It was Jake Skinner, the 45 year old sole heir to the $76 billion Skinner empire. The man looked like he stepped out of a vintage cigarette ad, with his sun-roughened and chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. The older man carried himself with the air of someone who always got his way.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Boy! swore Skinner as he strode towards Chase, hasn't anybody told you how this works?

What are you…

Shhh… Skinner covered Chase's mouth with his hand as his other hand unbuckled Chase's belt and yanked his shirt out.

To his horror, Chase felt himself stiffening as the scent of the older man filled his nostrils.

Skinner smirked when he felt the younger man's bulge.

If you're a good boy I'll see that you get off too.

Mmm lovely, Skinner murmured, as he removed his hand from Chase's mouth to grip the back of his head.

Chase moaned as Skinner's lips claimed his in a dominating kiss.

He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this. Chase had never had any romantic or sexual interest in men before this. Not that he was homophobic in any way. But the commanding presence of the alpha male devouring his mouth ignited a hidden fire in him. And what a delicious kiss it was.

Paralyzed, Chase could not react in time before Skinner stripped his shirt off and flicked the younger man's nipples. The hand at the back of his head tightened it's grip and pushed him down to his knees.

Crawl, commanded Skinner as he walked back into the room and sat down behind his desk.

Pride warred with lust inside Chase's head, but in the end he dropped his head and crawled.

Once he reached the older man's feet, Skinner reached for his elbow with a surprisingly gentle grip and guided Chase up over his large wooden desk. Sitting, Skinner tugged