From Bestselling Erotica Author Erika Masten
Valentine’s Dom An Explicit Erotic Short Story
As his junior admin analyst, Claudia sees to Troy Gaspar’s every need. If she had her way, those would include his sexual needs. Troy has been burned by office romance before, but Claudia is a natural submissive who makes him want to break his own rules. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, there’s nothing she wants more than Troy as her Valentine’s Dom.
Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from Military Maledom: An Officer And A Dom and Room Service: Dominated #3 by Erika Masten.
Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
“What’s the real problem?” I ask, reaching over to the hand that is resting on the padded leather arm of his chair.
I trace my fingers along Troy’s, and I’m taken aback, pleasantly, when his flex and rub back against mine. His hands are so smooth, but firm, with long, tanned fingers. He’s only been back from his winter vacation for a couple of weeks, and his skin is still sun-kissed from spending all of it on a tropical beach—alone, I hope, but I doubt it.
“Is it because you are my immediate superior? You’re concerned I’ll cry sexual harassment if things go badly between us?”
He lets me take his large hand in mine. Though his office door is open, his desk and my back would block this from the view of a passing observer..
“Or are you worried about the general messiness of dating where you work, fouling the nest, so to speak?”
Trembling only inwardly, thank god, I place his hand on my thigh. He tenses but still lets me slide his fingers and warm palm just under the hem of my black wool skirt. My heart skips erratically when I see the front of his suit pants start to strain over a growing bulge. Neither of us is breathing, just waiting.
My chest shudders as I draw in air to speak. “Or it is that your last lover betrayed your trust and told secrets? You won’t let another serve you?”
Troy stuns me as he runs his hand up my skirt, curling his fingers around the top of one stocking as though he’d like to rip it. A flood of my warm juices seeps into the crotch of my panties, and I have the overpowering urge to shift my hips and squirm against my boss’s strong hand.
“Do you know what you’re talking about, Claudia? Have you been dominated before?” he demands in a heated murmur.
My face flushes, and I stare at my skirt, at the shape of his hand on my thigh, to keep from having to look at his face. “Not really,” I admit. “I’ve…played with an old boyfriend. But I have friends in the lifestyle. I’ve talked to them about it. And I know what I want.”
“No, you don’t. You think you do, but it isn’t what you imagine or what you’ve read or what you’ve heard about.”
I lift my chin in subtle challenge. “I know more than you think I do.”
“Really?” he says and leans forward in his chair. Under my skirt, his hand wraps around my upper thigh, and one of his fingers traces the elastic at the leg of my wet panties. “Like what, Claudia?”
After swallowing hard, I let out a long, slow breath, painfully aware that Troy is studying my face, my smallest reaction. “I know power exchange is about more than just sex, and that’s fine with me. I see to what you need, don’t I? I’m good at it, and I enjoy it. It’s not a hit to my ego that I’m in a support position. It…it makes me feel good when I do something for you, when I…give you what you need.”
Troy is silent for the longest half minute of my life. The finger playing with my panties shifts so slightly, to gently trace the swollen lips of my sex. A heavy breath rushes out of me, and I catch my bottom lip in my teeth to try to quiet myself.
“And what if I required total power exchange, Claudia? If I said I would not tolerate any other man not related to you ever touching you again? If I expected you to be naked and bare and vulnerable at all times when in private? To manage my household and cook our meals, to bathe me like a servant girl or a slave and clean my cock with your mouth?”
It takes me a few seconds of sucking on my bottom lip, sinking my nails into the underside of the desk, waiting for the hot flush on my face to recede before I can speak. Even then, I manage only one word, whispering, “Gladly.”
If I expected this to give Troy pause, I’m miles off the mark. Instead, without a moment’s hesitation, his fingers dig under the crotch of my panties and grip the damp material. I instinctively spread my legs and angle my hips forward. God, if he puts his fingers inside me, I’ll come.
“And if I required your absolute sexual submission?” he growls, his nostrils flaring. “If I expected you to serve my every sexual desire, no matter how shameful or embarrassing? In private or in public? If I expected you to crawl and beg and call yourself my slut? If I wanted to tie you up? Put clamps on those hard nipples?” His knuckles dig into my slit, rubbing abruptly against my sensitive nub. “On your clit? What if I wanted to beat you with a whip or a flogger?”
I feel like I’m on fire with fever, slow-thinking and languid. “Would you?” I mumble, sounding drunk even to myself.
“Would I require all that of you?”
I shake my head no. That’s not what I mean. “Would you…please?”