Her Master Demands (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Read Free Book Online Page A

lowly consultants to be attending an event hosted by the
Ambassador. Anyway, they were introduced by chance: some big shot
banker, I believe... small world, wouldn’t you say?”
    “Avril! Why didn’t you tell me all this before?” snapped
Emily.
    “It’s hardly my place. If Donald wants to keep you in the dark
then that’s his business.”
    Emily bristled at the jibe but forced her calm. “So, I’m
intrigued, Avril... was it Donald who recommended the interview
with Willy, based on the fact this guy managed to blag his way into
the Italian Ambassador’s latest bash?”
    “Good Lord, no!” Avril answered, defending her boss like the
tigress she was. “Donald might be the C.E.O., but Willy doesn’t
jump at the snap of his fingers. This was arranged weeks ago. It
was just an odd coincidence that Donald bumped into him. Seems he
made quite an impression – and the Italian banker was very
complimentary.”
    “I bet he was!”
    “Even still – it is a bit odd.”
    “What is?”
    “This seriously hot dish getting the interview in the first
place - he’s only been with us for a few months and already he’s
been put up for a job in sales. Now that doesn’t happen very
often!”
    “No – it doesn’t,” Emily agreed, mightily impressed; then she
dared to broach a burning question. “In fact it’s unheard of! He
must be quite a man... What’s his name by the way?”
    “Adam! Adam Wolf!”

Chapter 8
    Emily didn’t feel shocked, she just felt numb. She sat at her
desk, punch drunk from the barrage of surprises that had smacked
her of late, the least of which was Her Master’s name: Wolf – that
was pretty apt! The man was an animal and no mistake; a predatory
beast in the prime of his life.
    And he was cunning!
    Emily shook her head in stunned admiration. How he had managed
to swing it, Emily had no idea, but it was a marvellous coup: to
have charmed his way into a black tie reception at the Italian
Embassy, no doubt as the guest of Hades, then bumped into Donald
Harper, who just happened to be the C.E.O. of the company he worked
for. That was no happy coincidence; it was a carefully planned
campaign with Hades as an accomplice. And Emily was the Italian’s
reward for getting Adam the invite and singing the Wolf man’s
praises.
    Of course, Willy Ross was the real target in all of this, for
it was he who would make the decision as to whether Adam got the
sales job or not. Emily could see it clearly: after the feigned
surprise over the corporate connection, the upcoming interview
would have been slipped into the conversation. Suitably impressed,
a glowing reference would have been passed on by Donald prior to
the event that was happening right now. The job was in the bag –
Adam Wolf had already proved that he was a killer salesman without
Willy having to ask the conniving scoundrel a single
question.
    There was more involved – like Avril had wondered: how had
this lowly consultant managed to get the interview in the first
place, after only a few months in the company. Another wheeze no
doubt, but the nature of it hardly mattered to Emily. The main
thing was that Her Master would now be in the sales team, and that
meant he would be a regular visitor to the top floor. There would
be contact beyond the basement – official business and favours to
be asked...
    No, not asked. Adam Wolf would ask nothing of Emily Johnson.
When it came to his toy, in the basement or elsewhere, even here on
the top floor which was the seat of Emily’s power... Her Nemesis
only demanded!
    An hour or so later, Emily was busy doing some research,
getting background material for Donald on the key people he would
be meeting later at the Savoy – snippets that would be thrown into
conversation to impress, and hopefully win over.
    She sensed the presence before she heard or saw it. Emily
looked up with a start and a pounding of her heart. There was Willy
Ross approaching Emily’s glass fronted office door, his hand about
to make