An Unexpected Boss: The Place, #1

By Sophia Ursula Brady

He was a fantasy, a one-night walk on the wild side.
Now he's my boss.

 

Amy:
I was thrilled that my son decided to go to law school. He's my youthful mistake that wasn't a mistake at all. I've devoted my life to his needs, not even dating after I got rid of his good-for-nothing father. Now it's my turn! I've always been curious about what I missed, and I'm ready to explore the kinkier side of life.

 

Diego
My business trip was going well, and I was ready to play. She was delicious, exactly what I was looking for—one night never to be repeated. I wasn't prepared for her to show up in my office as my hotel's newest employee.

 

This seasoned romance is a complete novella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lights Out Press
• Release date: Oct 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223992561

Sophia Ursula Brady

Sophia Ursula Brady is the pen name for a writer of contemporary romance and women’s fiction.

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An Unexpected Boss

by

Sophia Ursula Brady

Lights Out Press

Copyright 2023 by Lights Out Press.

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Some characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Published by Lights Out Press

USA

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 1

Amy

I pulled my trusty, if ancient, Toyota sedan next to the curb and stared at the house. It looked ordinary, a normal, middle class house in the Jersey burbs.

But what they were doing inside that house was far from normal.

A chill went up my spine. Maybe it had something to do with what I had on, or didn’t. I’d splurged on a low-cut, short skirt, black dress that a mother of forty-two should never wear.

Except that was the whole point of walking into that house. It was time to figure out who I was as a person, the good, the bad, and the sexually deviant.  

I’d stupidly gotten pregnant at eighteen, devoted the next twenty years to raising my son, never even dating once I ditched the man who’d been my partner in crime. Now the kid was headed to law school, and for the first time in my life I was going to find out what it felt like to be me. Not a statistic, a wife, or a mother.

Hence the dress.

And the house in front of me.

I pushed open the car door, closed it as quietly as I could, and locked it. The fall weather chilled my shoulders, but the only coat I had was a second-hand beige raincoat that screamed Mother.

Not exactly the image I was trying to project.

The concrete path to the front door was lined with solar lamps. In between, asters and chrysanthemums grew. A gnome guarded the door.

It could be the house of the woman who ran the PTA.

I knocked.

And normal departed.

The door was pulled open, and a young woman with cat ears and a full body cat costume stood there. She looked me over then pointed to a desk in a small room to the right. As I walked by her, I could have sworn I heard her meow.

I went where directed

So glad you could join us! The somewhat plump woman was bound with a tight bustier that barely held her massive breasts. A short leather skirt covered her to her knees, and a black studded collar completed the outfit. This is your first time, right?

Unable to find where I’d left my voice, I nodded. 

What do you want to do tonight? Do you want to just watch? Most of our newbies want that.

I licked my lips and whispered, Is there someone who could spank me? I’d read about spanking in the volumes of kinky stories I’d consumed, and every time I did, my body heated with desire.

She pursed her lips. Maybe. I’ll have to check with Master Alan. For now, put this on your wrist. She handed me a yellow band that I snapped around my left wrist. That tells everyone you’re new. She pointed to a jar full of cash. That’s the donation jar for use of the facilities and snacks. Minimum is five dollars.

I slid the folded up bill into the container, hoping she wouldn’t realize that it was the least I could give.

From her frown, she noticed.

Hello. A man dressed totally in black, including a black leather vest stood in front of me. I’m Master Alan. Let me show you around.

I nodded. My voice had done its disappearing act again.

We went down the hallway where he pointed out the bathroom, currently unoccupied. I noted it as a possible place to hide if things became too overwhelming.

We went by an ordinary, middle-class kitchen and then through a door. It was like walking through the coats at the back of the closet into Narnia. Except it was a far kinkier Narnia than I’d ever imagined.

Although, I don’t know what I’d imagined.

Like every frustrated woman of my generation, I’d read all three Fifty Shades books and seen the movies repetitively. But I hadn’t stopped there. Once my son became a teen, there were endless nights of waiting up for him. I’m not a crafter, so I splurged on an ebook reader and began filling it. Sweet romances gave way to darker varieties and soon I was reading every BDSM story I could find, my nipples pulsing and my panties soaking.

I wanted to do this.

I needed to do it.

And here I was, in a real, honest-to-god dungeon.

And it didn’t look like anything I’d ever imagined.

Just like Master Alan, most of the men were clad in dark clothes. No jeans in sight. A few shirtless men, some who probably should put their shirts back on, and soon. The women were in a variety of dress, all of it tight. Plenty of flesh showed. I no longer felt out of place.

That hurt! a young man tied to a cross yelled. The red-headed woman striking him laughed and lunged back to hit him again. This time the yell devolved into a moan.

You’ll get used to it, Master Alan said and led the way to the far end of the room. We have two crosses for flogging. No whips allowed, I’m afraid. Not enough room.

That was fine by me.

But there’s space for someone to stand and watch. Some of our floggers are quite skilled. Remember to be quiet though and stay behind this line. We don’t want anyone hitting something they didn’t intend.

The woman was leaning back for another stroke. I stepped back.

Master Alan continued his tour. Here we have tables for candles, needles, cupping—that kind of thing. Any play here has to be approved by the dungeon masters first. He must have caught my quizzical look because he added, They’re the ones with the white armbands. Anyone gives you any trouble—any trouble at all—you go to them. We run a safe place here. He almost looked fierce when he said it.

I nodded.

He showed me the other equipment, then led me to where several couches were arranged in a U shape. For aftercare and talking, he said. There’s plenty of water. Stay hydrated. It’s the biggest problem with newbies, they don’t drink enough water. Now enjoy yourself. I’ll see if I can find someone to give you a good spanking. He grinned at me and walked away, leaving me alone.

New? a man about a decade younger than I asked. He was wearing a black leather vest, sans shirt, and it looked like he’d spent a good amount of time oiling his dark skin.

Uh, yeah.

Are you looking for a play partner? he asked. I have a nice soft toy with a little bit of a bite. He held up his hand, covered with a furry mitten. Lethal-looking claws came from the fingertips. It’s great for a newbie.

All my Dom fantasies had been about an older man with silver streaks in his hair. This child would not do. Not at all.

No, thank you. I’m not ready yet. I pointed toward the front of the house. There’s a cat out there that might be your perfect match.

He grinned, showing the white dazzling teeth of youth and good dentistry. I know. She’s my girlfriend.

And she’s okay with you ... um ... running that thing over another person’s naked body?

Oh, yeah. She’s into ménages, too, if you’re interested.

No, thank you.

He laughed again and walked away.

Mindful of Master Alan’s instructions, I grabbed a bottle of water. It gave me something to do with my hands. I watched the woman flogging the young man; the action had gotten somewhat more intense. Slowly, I walked closer. Even though he couldn’t move, the pair seemed to be involved in a dance that rose with sexual intensity each time the leather straps came down on his naked back. His fists clenched and released and his bottom writhed. She stopped for a moment and went to him, stroking the flogger softly on his back and whispering in his ear.

He moaned.

I turned away, feeling like I was spying on a couple in their bedroom.

To my right, a totally naked young woman was being helped onto a table. Curious, I watched as her partner conferred with the dungeon master who pointed out a stainless steel pitcher on a nearby shelf. The partner added a few candles and a lighter to the shelf. With a nod, the dungeon master stepped out of the way.

The candles were lit. Once they were soft enough, the partner held them over the naked woman. Hot red candle wax dripped in a tiny dot on her breast, not far from her nipple. Slowly, he dripped a line, circling around a few times before switching to the other breast and repeating. He exchanged the candle for a blue one, tracing a line down her breastbone and circling her belly button.

She was moaning the entire time, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face.

I was rooted to my spot as he chose a black candle. The wax slowly dripped onto her bare of hair mound and her moans grew louder. The wax dripped dangerously close to her clit before he stopped, just as she came with a shudder and a scream.

My own body heated, and my nipples, which had been freed from a bra for this occasion, popped hard against the soft fabric of my dress. I could almost feel the heat of the wax on my body. I inhaled deeply, then turned to get another bottle of water.

And stared directly into his eyes.

The Dom of my dreams.

Well, almost. A little short. And there wasn’t a trace of gray in his hair.

But he had the look. The one that promised he’d take me to places I’d never gone before. A smile danced on his lips as he inspected me, his gaze lingering on my above average sized breasts. Okay, they drooped a bit—a lot—more than they had when I was sixteen, but they still had a nice shape. He stopped again when he hit the spot where my skirt brushed against my thighs, before returning to gaze into my eyes.

His clothes were more what I expected to see on a Dom: high quality creased black pants with polished square-toed boots. His shirt—looking very much like silk—had the same creases, but the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, exposing muscular forearms. He had a black leather bag in his right hand.

Master Alan walked up to him, looking like a shadow of the