Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,119

ass under her thin skirts before and noted its lovely, steep curve. Very squeezable.

I had never really looked at her that way before. It wasn’t that I thought she was ugly. Any fool could see that she was absolutely gorgeous and definitely my type – she was any man’s type, with those sexy curves of her.

I just hadn’t noticed her before on account of me being so busy. I had really been giving it my all ever since the rumors of partnership had started a few months before. I really wanted a spot at the big table. I could definitely do some good then.

There was also a bit of ego involved, of course, if I was honest. I liked the idea of my opposition trembling in their boots at the notion of going up against a partner at White & White. Though, considering that most of them were objectively evil, I didn’t feel too bad about this bit of schadenfreude.

I was a workaholic to be sure, but I also had a bit of a secret. Something only my closest friends knew. When I wasn’t working, or carrying at the other necessities of life, I was at Club Lush: a private, exclusive, anything goes BDSM club downtown. Even the cops only knew about it by reputation, the exact location yet to be nailed down, except by the staff and members.

I really liked submissive women, consenting adults only of course, who let me completely dominate them. Spanking, slapping, bondage and anal were among my favorite activities and there was no shortage of like-minded female members who were more than happy to indulge both my desires and their own.

Contrary to popular belief, propagated by reckless and clueless media representations, real BDSM is not about violence. It is about connection and people who engage in it are very ethical, consent being of the upmost importance.

That was honestly why I joined the club. I would have preferred to practice my lifestyle in the context of a contractual relationship but the last thing I wanted to do was pressure someone who wasn’t into the practice to do something they weren’t ready for or didn’t like, just to make me happy. That was something I’d found to be a common issue within the community.

Macy was just my type and seemed eager to please. Now that it was just her and I working at the office, I couldn’t help but notice her and my mind was spinning – and my dick was hardening – with the possibilities.

I wasn’t interested in pushing anything, but I was interested to see what might happen, and whether she might be into the BDSM lifestyle, something most people know by the time they reached her admittedly young age.

I knew I shouldn’t hit on her in the office, so I tried to keep things professional for the time being.

“Please get me the Jackson file,” I said.

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, making my cock instantly rock hard.

I loved the submissive tone in her voice when she said that.

As she walked out, I could have sworn I saw her ass shake a little. Even more than the natural wiggle I had noticed on her first day that I knew full well was just a function of her body type. I thought she was teasing me, taunting me, begging me to make a move.

My cock pressing against the inside of my pants so hard it hurt, I went quickly to the private, single occupancy bathroom connected to my office, taking the key with me. Getting inside, I unzipped my pants, hauling out my cock, which was large, and which still ached with desire.

I held it gently and started to stroke it, immediately feeling better. I closed my eyes and imagined Macy in her work clothes. She was kneeling on the floor of my office waiting for me to give her ordered.

“Get on all fours,” I ordered her, in my mind.

“Yes, sir,” she said, getting down into doggy position, raising her sweet plump ass up into the air.

In my mind, I pulled up a chair beside her and stroked her ass through the thin material of her skirt. I imagined sliding my hand down the hem and lifting her skirt up to her waist, revealing her creamy white ass, clad in black silk panties. Starting to stroke my cock harder, I imagined stroking her ass and striking her pussy through the material of her panties, making her hum gently. I pushed her down even farther, pressing her face