Disciplined by My Boss: BDSM With Her Boss, #7

By Sadie Slick

When I accidentally break the dress code by turning up to work in a skirt that's too short, my boss says I need to be disciplined.

 

Only, his idea of discipline is a lot spicier than I anticipated. Shock quickly turns to arousal when I discover he wants to bend me over his desk and spank me – and I've got to be quiet, otherwise the whole office will hear.

 

The second part of my punishment is to spend the day desperate and unfulfilled. Aching with need, I have to pretend I'm not dying to pick up where we left off.

 

But will my boss finally grant me the release I crave, or will he leave me frustrated and denied?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Slick
• Release date: Feb 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224338818

Sadie Slick

Sadie Slick's erotic stories feature women introduced to BDSM for the first time. From innocent virgins who shyly agree to be handcuffed and cropped, to obedient interns who discover the thrill of being edged at work, the women in her stories always enjoy how good it feels to submit to a dominant older man. If you're turned on by powerful assertive bosses and commanding alpha males who know exactly what they want – a submissive woman tied up and begging for more – then you'll enjoy her spicy tales of discipline and denial. Alphas  |  VIRGINS  |  Discipline  |  DENIAL  |  Bondage  |  SUBMISSION

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Disciplined by My Boss

Sadie Slick

Copyright © 2024 Sadie Slick

All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be copied, distributed, or published in any form without permission from the author.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About The Author

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Chapter 1

I’m running late to work, thanks to a stupidly long queue at the coffee shop, which is why I don’t stop to double-check which room our monthly team meeting is being held in. I just assume it’ll be the same room as last time.

Only, when I push open the door with a flustered, Sorry I’m late! it’s not my colleagues sitting around the table.

It’s my boss, and two other men I don’t know, all of them wearing suits that probably cost more than I make in a year.

Heat rises to my cheeks.

Sorry, I stammer again, my eyes flicking around the room. I thought –

Are those the refreshments? one of the men drawls.

I look down at the takeaway cup in my hand with my name scrawled on it, and the brown paper bag containing a chocolate croissant. He’s obviously teasing me. One coffee and one pastry between three of them wouldn’t go very far.

No. My voice is hoarse. I – I think I’m in the wrong room.

Then you’d better find the right room, Maya.

My boss’s tone is neutral, but something in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. Even though he’s sitting down, he cuts an imposing figure. His broad shoulders fill out his suit, his hair short and dark and neat, just like his stubble. His gaze dips, taking in my outfit, and my blush deepens.

The dress I’m wearing today is far too short for work, and I fight the urge to tug at the hem. I have a date this evening – just drinks after work with a guy