Control

By Leigh Temple

There she is, confident, powerful, the epitome of a successful businesswoman. She dominates the board room like I bet she dominates her lovers.

But I can't stop thinking how much I want to get her on her knees and dominate her. Show this powerful, dominant woman how to submit properly to a man like me.

But it's never going to happen, so I'll just entertain myself with the pretty young secretary. She's a girl who clearly knows how to surrender.

But there's just one thing. It would be so much better if it was my powerful, dominant boss on her knees being humiliated instead of the pretty young secretary.

But it will never happen.........will it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: SABooks
• Release date: Apr 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005847470

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Chapter 1

She was nearly as tall as me, at least five feet nine and amazingly proportioned. She had natural blonde hair, hazel eyes that turned blue when she was angry, and the softest skin of alabaster whites and pale pinks. Her looks could almost make you forget the steel set to her delicate-looking jaw. She had full, luscious lips that were usually compressed into a hard line and an aquiline nose from which piercing eyes stared down at people. She also had a no-nonsense stride to those long, firmly-muscled legs that made you believe she could squeeze you to death between them easier than a pair of pythons wrapped around a squealing pig. Her name was Martina Kaufmann, and she was a Class A, workaholic, money-is-everything bitch. She was also my boss.

My name is James. I'm no pretty boy but fairly attractive to those who like 'rugged' good looks. My hair is dark and curly, my eyes a soft brown, and glasses that accentuate my intelligence. My main claim is my body, which is just under six feet tall. I do a lot to it – mountain biking, skiing, tennis, karate, weights, jogging, and more – and I keep it in great shape, hard and lean.

I'm a stockbroker with a degree in economics and a master's in finance. Being a broker wasn't what I had wanted, but I needed the job. Ms. Kaufmann had taken over her father's small brokerage firm when she was twenty-four and had more than quadrupled its size in seven years. She wants to be the Charlene Schwab of the industry, with a string of offices across the country doing a significant volume on reasonably low margins. I was sure she'd make it.

When my phone buzzed, I was not terribly surprised to hear Beth's voice. Beth is Ms. Kaufmann's secretary, and she is literally the girl of my dreams. Hardly a night went by without me dreaming of her small, delicate frame, her long dark hair swirling around exotic, dusky features, her disproportionately large breasts standing out sharply above her tiny waist and perfectly shaped legs.

Mr. Thomas, Beth's soft, sexy voice caressed my ears. Ms. Kaufmann would like to see you in her office. She sounded apologetic, probably knowing what was coming.

I'm in the middle of evaluating a new prospectus, Beth, I said, trying to sound businesslike. Can it wait a few minutes?

She sighed a sound that sent shivers up my spine. I'm afraid not, she said regretfully. She said, 'Tell him to get his ass in here immediately,' and I'm afraid she sounded angry.

Well, that's different, I said, echoing Beth's sigh. Okay, tell her I'll be right in.

Yes, Mr. Thomas – and I'm sorry.

Thanks, Beth, I said gratefully. I didn't even think she had noticed me. But she sounded like