My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) by Delilah Gardner
Authors: Delilah Gardner
Tags: Contemporary Romance, BDSM, domination, billionaire romance, billionaire erotica, billionaire bdsm, billionaire love, billionaire sex, bdsm sex, billionaire domination, billionaire bdsm billionaire romance
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into her hair as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that he’d left without so much as a goodbye or anything.
Returning to the bedroom, she discovered an envelope with her name scribbled elegantly on the front. Retrieving it from the nightstand, Cassidy opened it with shaking hands as a sense of déjà vu rocked through her. Inside was an employee contract.
The words were all jumbled in legalese that her raw brain couldn’t process. Some of the terminology made no sense as she scanned down the page but, from her limited understanding, it said the same as before: Do what I want, when I want, or choose a clean break from me.
A business agreement—terms and benefits—but the same tone as the interview she’d had with him yesterday. With a helpless puff of air, Cassidy blinked back sudden tears. Feeling raw, she moaned to no one in particular, “Was that all this was? A fucking business arrangement with a paid escort?”
Memories from the night before clouded her judgment, drawing her eyes to the dotted line in which she was to sign. Hope and anticipation were suddenly smothered with shame. Frowning to herself, she growled over his words regarding trust before blushing when they brought all the memories flooding back.
From part anger and part humiliation, Cassidy blushed harder as she realized he thought she was some toy he could play with as he wished. She sank onto the bed, dismay pinching her face as she asked the empty room, “Why’d you shut me up, then ask me all those questions?”
Even though her body still yearned for him, she was determined that he wasn’t just going to leave her this contract as if she was just a smaller company he’d acquired in a business transaction. Witnessing him as controlling one minute and considerate the next, she didn’t know what to expect out of his moods, but she knew one thing for sure.
If he expects me to think of myself as an acquisition for him to pursue, he’s sorely mistaken.
Cassidy thudded to her feet, throwing the contract onto his bed. She dragged on the clothes she’d worn last night and marched, shoes in hand, barefoot out the door. Energized with a renewed purpose, she wasn’t going to let him think he could just treat her like that.
On the way down, she placed her heels back onto her feet. Her calves burned and her thighs hurt but she strode through the city feeling strong and sexy, even though her hair was wild and she’d slept in her makeup. The man who’d tied her down and teased her into epic orgasms with melting wax was not having her as his hired whore.
Passing traffic lights with dismissal in her step, she ignored the stop signs. Entering the now-familiar building with heels clacking purposefully against the tiled floor, she signed herself in and marched toward the elevator. Her eyes narrowed as the car lifted to the eleventh floor, becoming even angrier as she thought, I am nobody’s whore. Who does he think he is…my pimp?
After managing to find the office where they’d met, she heard his distinctive rumbling voice before bursting into the room with intent to tell him off. She froze when she entered: It wasn’t the same room they’d first met after all. Not only was the artwork missing, a conference table lined with men in business suits had replaced where his desk should be. Every man at the table stared at her as she snapped her jaw shut.
Alfie raised an eyebrow as she shifted from foot to foot, awkward and deflating. Cassidy swallowed, blushing as she stammered, “S-s-sorry, I didn’t…I thought—I’ll just go.”
She spun around and retraced her footsteps. Worst of all, no one stopped her. She hadn’t really expected him to call her back, having made a fool of herself rushing into his meeting like that. Of course, he wouldn’t want to see her right now since she still wore the dress from last night and her entire face was a mess. She felt like an embarrassment to both
Returning to the bedroom, she discovered an envelope with her name scribbled elegantly on the front. Retrieving it from the nightstand, Cassidy opened it with shaking hands as a sense of déjà vu rocked through her. Inside was an employee contract.
The words were all jumbled in legalese that her raw brain couldn’t process. Some of the terminology made no sense as she scanned down the page but, from her limited understanding, it said the same as before: Do what I want, when I want, or choose a clean break from me.
A business agreement—terms and benefits—but the same tone as the interview she’d had with him yesterday. With a helpless puff of air, Cassidy blinked back sudden tears. Feeling raw, she moaned to no one in particular, “Was that all this was? A fucking business arrangement with a paid escort?”
Memories from the night before clouded her judgment, drawing her eyes to the dotted line in which she was to sign. Hope and anticipation were suddenly smothered with shame. Frowning to herself, she growled over his words regarding trust before blushing when they brought all the memories flooding back.
From part anger and part humiliation, Cassidy blushed harder as she realized he thought she was some toy he could play with as he wished. She sank onto the bed, dismay pinching her face as she asked the empty room, “Why’d you shut me up, then ask me all those questions?”
Even though her body still yearned for him, she was determined that he wasn’t just going to leave her this contract as if she was just a smaller company he’d acquired in a business transaction. Witnessing him as controlling one minute and considerate the next, she didn’t know what to expect out of his moods, but she knew one thing for sure.
If he expects me to think of myself as an acquisition for him to pursue, he’s sorely mistaken.
Cassidy thudded to her feet, throwing the contract onto his bed. She dragged on the clothes she’d worn last night and marched, shoes in hand, barefoot out the door. Energized with a renewed purpose, she wasn’t going to let him think he could just treat her like that.
On the way down, she placed her heels back onto her feet. Her calves burned and her thighs hurt but she strode through the city feeling strong and sexy, even though her hair was wild and she’d slept in her makeup. The man who’d tied her down and teased her into epic orgasms with melting wax was not having her as his hired whore.
Passing traffic lights with dismissal in her step, she ignored the stop signs. Entering the now-familiar building with heels clacking purposefully against the tiled floor, she signed herself in and marched toward the elevator. Her eyes narrowed as the car lifted to the eleventh floor, becoming even angrier as she thought, I am nobody’s whore. Who does he think he is…my pimp?
After managing to find the office where they’d met, she heard his distinctive rumbling voice before bursting into the room with intent to tell him off. She froze when she entered: It wasn’t the same room they’d first met after all. Not only was the artwork missing, a conference table lined with men in business suits had replaced where his desk should be. Every man at the table stared at her as she snapped her jaw shut.
Alfie raised an eyebrow as she shifted from foot to foot, awkward and deflating. Cassidy swallowed, blushing as she stammered, “S-s-sorry, I didn’t…I thought—I’ll just go.”
She spun around and retraced her footsteps. Worst of all, no one stopped her. She hadn’t really expected him to call her back, having made a fool of herself rushing into his meeting like that. Of course, he wouldn’t want to see her right now since she still wore the dress from last night and her entire face was a mess. She felt like an embarrassment to both
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