| Author: | Celia Sykes | ISBN: | 1230000016373 |
| Publisher: | Celia Sykes | Publication: | September 8, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Celia Sykes |
| ISBN: | 1230000016373 |
| Publisher: | Celia Sykes |
| Publication: | September 8, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Since taking a job at a hedge fund, Amy has had a thing for her boss, Jackson Blake. He's handsome and charismatic, and he always brings her a cup of coffee to start the morning, but things take a turn for the interesting when Amy accidentally listens in on one of Mr. Blake's private phone calls.
Surprised and turned on by what she hears, Amy begins eavesdropping on Mr. Blake's sensual private calls. She knows she shouldn't do it, but she's just so turned on by what she hears that she can't resist pleasuring herself right there in the office. What Amy doesn't know is that she's about to get caught or that Mr. Blake has a very special punishment in store.
AN EXCERPT:
It all started a few months ago, by mistake really. You’d think I’d have gotten better with the phone system, given how many calls each day I had to send through to Mr. Blake, but I just couldn’t get it right. Maybe I was caught off guard by the sultry female voice requesting Mr. Blake in a vaguely European accent. Or maybe it was the fact that she called him “Jackie,” but when I transferred the call, I screwed something up and somehow stayed on the line. What I heard next would change me forever.
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” Jackson Blake calmly commanded the woman. “I’m assuming that you’re still at my place.”
“Of course I am. I’m in your bedroom waiting for you. Are you coming back soon? I’m getting very lonely. And I’m wearing that pencil skirt you like so much. I should add I’m not wearing anything else.”
I looked up and down the office and pressed the mute button on my phone. It was late on a Friday, and most of the staff had cleared out for the weekend. I knew I shouldn’t be listening in on Mr. Blake’s call like this, but I couldn’t help myself. And since there was no one around to notice, I tightened my grip and listened as Mr. Blake carefully instructed the woman to walk over to the full-length mirror next to his bed and ordered her to run her hand down over her tight stomach to the top of the skirt.
“Talia, I want you to pull it up just high enough that you can see the first hint of your pubic hair. Just enough so that you can see your beautiful pussy in the mirror.”
I felt a rush of excitement at that detail and let my hand trace down to my thigh as I listened.
“I want you to lightly rub yourself. Play with your clit. After you’ve rubbed for a moment, I want you to lick your index finger and run it back over yourself. I want you to moan for me as you do so.”
I almost gasped as I realized that I had begun to rub myself just listening to him, but instead of hearing myself, I heard Talia moaning deeply into the phone. There was something about imagining her sultry moan as my own that turned me on, that made me feel sexy and desirable.
“I like that very much, Jackie,” she added between moans.
“Good. Now I want you to put the phone on speaker and lay it down on the bed. You’ll need both your hands for what I need you to do next.”
I continued to imagine myself as the woman on the other end of the line. She was probably a model, tall with dark hair and dark eyes. I imagined her body as a sexier version of my own, her breasts a little larger and her lips full, almost pouting as she touched herself at Mr. Blake’s command.
Since taking a job at a hedge fund, Amy has had a thing for her boss, Jackson Blake. He's handsome and charismatic, and he always brings her a cup of coffee to start the morning, but things take a turn for the interesting when Amy accidentally listens in on one of Mr. Blake's private phone calls.
Surprised and turned on by what she hears, Amy begins eavesdropping on Mr. Blake's sensual private calls. She knows she shouldn't do it, but she's just so turned on by what she hears that she can't resist pleasuring herself right there in the office. What Amy doesn't know is that she's about to get caught or that Mr. Blake has a very special punishment in store.
AN EXCERPT:
It all started a few months ago, by mistake really. You’d think I’d have gotten better with the phone system, given how many calls each day I had to send through to Mr. Blake, but I just couldn’t get it right. Maybe I was caught off guard by the sultry female voice requesting Mr. Blake in a vaguely European accent. Or maybe it was the fact that she called him “Jackie,” but when I transferred the call, I screwed something up and somehow stayed on the line. What I heard next would change me forever.
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” Jackson Blake calmly commanded the woman. “I’m assuming that you’re still at my place.”
“Of course I am. I’m in your bedroom waiting for you. Are you coming back soon? I’m getting very lonely. And I’m wearing that pencil skirt you like so much. I should add I’m not wearing anything else.”
I looked up and down the office and pressed the mute button on my phone. It was late on a Friday, and most of the staff had cleared out for the weekend. I knew I shouldn’t be listening in on Mr. Blake’s call like this, but I couldn’t help myself. And since there was no one around to notice, I tightened my grip and listened as Mr. Blake carefully instructed the woman to walk over to the full-length mirror next to his bed and ordered her to run her hand down over her tight stomach to the top of the skirt.
“Talia, I want you to pull it up just high enough that you can see the first hint of your pubic hair. Just enough so that you can see your beautiful pussy in the mirror.”
I felt a rush of excitement at that detail and let my hand trace down to my thigh as I listened.
“I want you to lightly rub yourself. Play with your clit. After you’ve rubbed for a moment, I want you to lick your index finger and run it back over yourself. I want you to moan for me as you do so.”
I almost gasped as I realized that I had begun to rub myself just listening to him, but instead of hearing myself, I heard Talia moaning deeply into the phone. There was something about imagining her sultry moan as my own that turned me on, that made me feel sexy and desirable.
“I like that very much, Jackie,” she added between moans.
“Good. Now I want you to put the phone on speaker and lay it down on the bed. You’ll need both your hands for what I need you to do next.”
I continued to imagine myself as the woman on the other end of the line. She was probably a model, tall with dark hair and dark eyes. I imagined her body as a sexier version of my own, her breasts a little larger and her lips full, almost pouting as she touched herself at Mr. Blake’s command.
