In Service To The Billionaire by Heather Chase Read Free Book Online

and they did anyway, thinking they knew better than him.
    So this was, for Sand, the beginning of one pattern he saw, one of the most severe in his life. The world itself was against him, and unless he wrested control from its constantly turning grasp, all that he earned, loved, and had would be at risk. For someone else, perhaps, taking so much control would be an impossibility.
    For him, though, it was a mission.

Chapter 7
    That night, when Sophia made it back home to her small apartment, the ad ran through her head again and again:
    Must dress hot.
    Must be attractive.
    Must obey.
    Must want breath play and domestication.
    The second she let her bags down on the linoleum floor, she had to slip her hand down her pants and press her front two fingers hard against her pussy. She pressed back against the door, the thump cascading through the house.
    Must dress hot.
    Mmmph. Oh god. Why did it turn her on so much that he had such exclusive standards?
    Was it because she knew that she could dress hot?
    Was it because—for all of his arrogance and sneering confidence and negativity—he had a clear selection of standards for a woman to be good enough for him? The thought of conforming to that, to being inside of those standards, to being the submissive babe who was good enough to serve such a demanding, ornery dominant...
    Must be attractive .
    Oh yes.
    Sliding up the walls of her apartment with her fingers staying busy, she had fallen into the couch now, her pants pushed down around her knees with her panties not far behind. The couch would stain, maybe, but she didn’t care. The ad was so very hot to think about.
    She could wear tiny little skirts around the office, hot fishnets beneath them. She could show off her hot ass to him, her big tits, her sexy face made up purely for his satisfaction.
    When he thought of her as an object when she wanted to be a professional, that was demeaning, of course.
    But if he thought of her as an object when she was deliberately trying to be his object...
    Her fingers sank deeper into her pussy, fucking her hot velvety folds harder and harder.
    “ His object,” she moaned. “His object .”
    To have all her hopes, all her dreams, all her needs so close, to be working for him. Fuck, she already was subservient to him!
    “Oh god!” she moaned with the thought, her pussy convulsing. “Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Such a sub for him! So fucking owned!”
    Must want domestication .
    Oh god. He’d make her his servant.
    Must want breath play .
    Fuck. Fuck fuck! Her fingers slid across her clit, thinking about his hands on her throat, closing in, choking her. Owning her ability to breath!
    Must obey .
    “Must obey,” she moaned. “Must obey!”
    Her orgasm rocked through her body, her feet digging in hard to the soft cushions of the couch. It surprised her. Normally, the thought of being choked rather scared her—it was one step that she never found herself wanting to take.
    But surprisingly, the thought of him doing it, having that sort of control...it just pushed her over the edge.
    For several seconds after cumming, unbidden, her thoughts drifted to Todd. He was probably sleeping in some hostel somewhere, or getting drunk with some Germans or something. He had sent her no emails, no phones. That was part of his plan—no contact for the whole three months.
    Screw him, she thought suddenly. Leaving her alone like that—not giving her a yes or a no, but a nebulous miasma of doubt to deal with for a quarter of a year of her life! How did he expect her not to be miserable?
    He didn't care. He didn't care about what she wanted before—he had mocked what she wanted—and he didn't care now.
    For the entire bus ride home, Sophia had thought that cumming like that would sate her desire. But now, considering Sand and comparing his open acceptance of the dom/sub lifestyle...it only made her turned on again. Thinking about sending him a message only made her desire grow the more.
    The site he had posted