This novel contains sissy slut, crossdressing, blackmail, dominating the boss, alpha male, bareback, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, and verbal alpha
Excerpt:
“I didn’t want it on the powder blue stationery.” Sheldon dropped the report on Gary’s desk. “I wanted it on the sky blue stationary.”
Gary didn’t see a difference between the two colors. He also didn’t have one clue why the color of the paper mattered when the important part was the report itself. But he didn’t say anything. Determined to keep his state of Zen even if it killed him, Gary rose, intent on putting sky blue paper in the printer.
Sheldon stepped back like a quivering puppy, giving Gary a wide berth.
Gary waited until he passed Sheldon before flashing a self-satisfied grin. Outside the office, Gary could twirl the little twerp like a baton and stomp his useless nads into the ground. But they were in the office, which meant Gary had to put up with Sheldon’s shit. Gary needed a roof over his head and food in his fridge. But if the nitpicking asshat got scared because Gary was bigger than him, that wasn’t Gary’s problem.
After inserting sky blue paper into the tray, Gary returned to his desk and pressed the print button.
While Sheldon watched him—arms crossed and foot tapping—from the doorway of his office, Gary retrieved the report from the printer then handed it to Sheldon.
“Finally.” Sheldon slammed the door in Gary’s face.
Mumbling his mantra—you need this job to pay your bills—softly under his breath, Gary returned to his desk. Since he couldn’t choke his boss with fistfuls of reports printed on a rainbow of colors, Gary turned to sweets, something he seemed to be doing more and more often. Chocolate didn’t make the situation one bit better, but it made dealing with it easier.
Gary yanked open the middle drawer. Instead of his stash of candy bars, he found a manila envelope with from a friend scrawled across the front.
A friend?
Gary didn’t have any friends since the divorce. He had bills and an ex and nothing going on between the sheets other than his own hand, which sucked. Well, no. His hand didn’t suck. If it did, he wouldn’t be so hungry for tight hole to fill.
Dubious, Gary opened the envelope.
Inside, he found six polaroid images. A woman in modest office attire smiled shyly at the camera. Gary peered at it for a long time, feeling a sense of familiarity. Did he know this woman? He flipped to the next image. The woman had removed her blazer, revealing an athletic figure. As the images went on, they became progressively more risqué until the final one—high heels, thigh-high stockings, and a matching bra, panty, and garter set—showed off a lithe body and a tight little ass that accelerated Gary from zero to two-twenty in a heartbeat. God, he could wreck that hole.
“Wait a second.” Recognition dawned. “Holy shit!”
Gary dropped the stack of images, staring down at them in such a state of shock he covered his mouth with his hand. He knew the woman. Or rather he should say he knew the man.
Gary picked up the pictures and cycled back through them. No doubt. The pictures were of his boss. As a man, Sheldon was barely passable, but as a woman…
Fuck.
Gary got hard and then sat there not sure how the fuck he felt about that. He’d just been thinking about kicking his boss’s ass and now he was thinking of fucking his boss’s ass. Maybe he’d just been jacking it for too long. Or maybe he was looking at this the wrong way. In his hands, he held a way to get back at his boss. He could make his boss do anything.
“I could make that asshole do fucking everything.”
Grinning, Gary leaned back in his chair and thumbed through the pictures again.
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