Author of Erotic Romance Sascha Illyvich

And it’s an older book BUT It’s also better written than 50 Shades of Grey!

Her Male Slave is a story of corporate seduction, a very dominant woman and a scheming employer. Anastasia Forrester is asked by her boss to use her Dominatrix skills to seduce his competitor, Jerry Norman. Then she is to force Norman sell his company over, or face exposure and blacklisting in the corporate world. It is an easy task for a woman of Anastasia’s inclinations until she becomes the cause for Jerry’s auto accident. Wealthy Jerry Norman’s life is empty and lonely until he ends up in the hospital after the accident, sees Anastasia, and realizes she is a woman he would do anything for. Soon his resolve is put to the test as Anastasia demands Jerry’s complete submission, and he finds himself in chains, being strictly trained, her helpless, willing slave.

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SHORT Excerpt:

“Fuck it, I’m going to have that man.”  Anastasia paced around her tiny office.  Her small dungeon was probably too large for someone who had never seen a flogger or riding crop outside of the horse track, and she didn’t want to shock Jerry, just fuck him.  And make him beg for her.

He’d just have to get over it. She’d have to be careful not to hurt him again.  Anastasia was playing with fire in more ways than one.

She sat back down at her desk; she had work to do.  But later tonight, plans needed to be made.  As soon as she dropped Jerry off at home, she’d make a trip to her dungeon.  The sheets on the bed had to be changed, she needed to buy new candles and hide some of the more extreme toys.  She could see Jerry’s expression when he saw her speculum.  “What the fuck do you intend to do with that?” he’d say.  Or her spreader bars.  She chuckled at the thought.  He’d look so pretty tied up with her spreader bars to a bench.  What she’d love to do to him.

The thought was enough for her to get up from her desk and lock the door.  She came back to her desk, opened a lower drawer and pulled out a little pocket vibrator.  Anastasia unbuttoned her blouse a little, pulled out a breast and tweaked her nipple to a hard peak with her fingernails.  She slipped off her shoes, lifted her skirt to her hips and tugged her panties off a little. The vibrator hummed quietly against her thigh as she slid it upwards towards her wet lips.  The tiny toy caused quivers throughout her body as she imagined Jerry’s tongue lapping at her.

“What a good boy you’ve been,” she thought as she pictured his reddened ass moving up and down from swats of her flogger.  It would be hard to control where the tails landed as he ate her.  When the orgasm hit, Anastasia tried to suppress a scream but ended up biting her lip and yelping anyway.

Goddamn the pain felt good!  It’d been too long since she’d had a real male slave, she’d decided.  Why did she feel so empty at the thought of just fucking him?