Dirty Domination: The Accidental Billionaire, #2

By T. Evans

Enter the dark, twisted world of Kenneth Marshall's dirty domination.

She took up my offer to spend one weekend with me and in return, I'll enjoy playing with my new toy.
I'll make her serve my every dirty desire. 
Procure to my every need. 
I'll own her pleasure and make her come in more ways than her heart desires. 
I'll make her fear and submit to me. 
She wants to be punished, once I have her to myself she'll realize that she should have been careful about what she wished for...

Author's Note:
This is part two of a dark romance with plenty of BDSM. Be sure that you are ready to enter the dark world of Kenneth Marshall!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ted Evans
• Release date: Jun 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393988175

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About Dirty Domination...

Enter the dark, twisted world of Kenneth Marshall's dirty domination.

She took up my offer to spend one weekend with me and in return I'll enjoy playing with my new toy.

I'll make her serve my every dirty desire.

Procure to my every need.

I'll own her pleasure and make her come in more ways than her heart desires.

I'll make her fear and submit to me.

She wants to be punished, once I have her to myself she'll realize that she should have been careful about what she wished for...

Author's Note:

This is part two of a dark romance with plenty of BDSM. Be sure that you are ready to enter the dark world of Kenneth Marshall!

Chapter One

The bus ride back to her apartment was sheer torture. Having had Kenneth Marshall put his hand on her shoulder and look at her as if he was about to make an actual move! It was way more than she’d ever hoped she’d get out of her first flirtations the day before, or out of coming up to see him a second time.

And then he’d asked her if she’d be returning the next day. But it wasn’t really a question in her mind. It was a very clearly an instruction. It was up to her to either obey it or not, and Anita desperately wanted to obey it. He definitely brought that out in her, that obedience, that deference, and drive to serve and please that she had just started to understand when she was with Robert.

At the thought of her old boyfriend she felt a small tingle go down her spine. It wasn’t the same thrill as her last trip down memory lane, the day she’d been fired. Marshall certainly reminded her of Robert, but he was so much more. Marshall had the ability to make a casual question sound like an order.

‘Well,’ Anita thought to herself. ‘That man sounds like a pretty spectacular man.’

She looked up and took her bearings. If she stayed on for four more stops, she’d hit the transfer point to take her the rest of the way home. If she got off right away, she’d have to backtrack a few blocks to pick up another bus that would take her to the little district of boutique shops downtown. She pressed the button to signal the driver to let her off at the next stop.

Fifteen minutes later, she was walking in the door of VaVoom! Lingerie. She had a clear picture in her mind of the tie Marshall had been wearing. The one thing she found that matched the color very well was a lovely strapless longline bra with a matching pair of panties that had garter straps sewn into it. While her job at Marshall, working for Woolever, had really done a number on her self-esteem, Anita knew that she still had a nice body. She was twenty-five, and the lack of a car meant that she walked a lot. Her pathetic paycheck kept her from overeating from the stress of her job. If nothing else, her demon of a boss had accidentally kept her looking really good.

And as Anita looked in the mirror, she could not deny that the outfit was perfect for her. Especially the bra – she had a long torso and modest-sized breasts, so the cut of the bra worked very well with what she had. As an added bonus, the color was nice against her skin.

When she added on a pair of stockings, the total bill was well over what she had in her checking account. But she looked so good in the outfit that she couldn’t pass it up. It was hard handing over the last credit card she had that wasn’t maxed out, but if things were actually going the way she dared hope they might be with Marshall, she really wanted to look her best. She had plenty of good looking dresses, blouses, and skirts in her closet, but nothing really in the sexy underthings department anymore. Robert was the only one she’d ever bought proper lingerie for. The guys since him hadn’t really lit her up enough to want to spend money on clothes only they would ever see. They were all perfectly happy to just have her get naked for them, and didn’t really put all that much attention into their own appearance anyway. Sex with them was something she did because it felt good, not because it was an experience of intense intimacy and closeness she wanted to share with them.

Which was an integral part of her vow to herself that the next man she kissed would need to be spectacular. She missed having the desire to wear something completely impractical to make her man happy. Anita chided herself for getting ahead of herself. Marshall wasn’t her man yet, probably wouldn’t ever be. Even if their little dance did end up somewhere more private, she was certainly a dalliance to him at best, a minor conquest. There’s no way she would ever be his woman. He was one of the elite, wealthy, handsome, powerful. She was an unemployed analyst who wasn’t going to make rent that month, even if she hadn’t just dropped a lot of money on some pretty underwear.

Every penny was still worth it, though. Even if nothing ended up happening with Marshall, he had woken something up inside of her. His knowledge and appreciation of her work, his earnest and interested conversation with her up on the rooftop garden he knew she shouldn’t have been on, showed her that she was capable of way more than Woolever had ever let her do. Marshall reminded Anita that she was smart and articulate enough to impress somebody that didn’t impress easy. Walking into VaVoom! Lingerie with that, picking out some hot little number to hide under her clothes, Anita Rhodes looked into a mirror and saw somebody she hadn’t seen in a long time looking back at her. Somebody confident and capable, and hungry.

Anita swore to herself as she walked back out into the bright sun and cold wind that she was going to end up somewhere a lot better than she was. And if she managed to bed Kenneth Marshall on the way there, all the better. If he could back up that voice he’d used on her with skills and talent down below his waist, all the better.

An hour later, Anita arrived at her apartment after a stop by the market to get a little something for dinner and breakfast the next morning. She couldn’t afford much, but she was used to shopping that way. Before feeding herself, she ran a hot bath. The other thing she’d picked up at the market were fresh razors. She’d been shaving as little as possible lately, between the cost of the things and the lack of anybody other than herself that would care. She lathered up her legs and carefully shaved them. Her hair was long enough that she had to do it a second time to get the skin nice and smooth. After doing the underarms, she drained the cooling water from the tub so she could fill it again. Water was the one utility that came included in her rent, so hot baths with multiple changes of water were her main luxury.

While she waited for the tub to refill, she took a pair of small scissors to the tangle of hair between her legs. She got it down to a neat trim, then stood up on the rim of the tub so she could take a look at her unclothed body in the mirror. Anita had no idea what Marshall’s grooming preferences were. She grabbed another fresh razor, figuring at a minimum, she’d shave to the bikini line. Whether she’d stop there, shave it down even more, or go completely bare, she couldn’t decide. She briefly thought about what Robert preferred, then shook her head and forced herself to stop thinking about it. Yes, Marshall affected her the same way Robert had, but he was no Robert. She needed to stop trying to apply how she was with one man to the other. She needed to approach Marshall as himself, not as someone that reminded her of someone else.

She shut off the hot tap and slipped into the tub again. Once she got used to the near-scalding heat, she took the razor and started cleaning up the edges of her pubic mound, all the while thinking about what Marshall made her feel.

Confidence was the first thing that came to her mind. He made her feel confident, so why not leave herself natural? Because when he talked to her in that way that made her drop her eyes to the ground and call him Sir, she felt something different. That feeling was what made her buy lingerie that matched the necktie he was wearing. That feeling made her want to surrender to him, to be vulnerable.

There was nothing that made her feel more vulnerable than being stripped, bare, uncovered. She