If I wanted to be with Josh, the only way was to be completely under his control. At first I'd flat out resisted his ultimatum. Who did he think he was imposing conditions regarding how we could be together? I was a modern woman with my own career in the world's greatest city, not a freaking 1950s Stepford wife grateful to have a man to take care of me, allowing me to abort all responsibility for myself. As though I was returning to little girl child status.

But Josh had shown me the other side. Of myself. Surrendering to him had delivered me a deeper sense of my feminine nature. I felt more sensual and more powerful doing what he told me. And I had eagerly embraced the lifestyle we freely enjoyed. Or maybe I’d gone along with it to keep him and be a part of a vibrant couple. I just wished he wouldn’t go away so much. He seemed to take off every time I wanted more closeness.

Then suddenly I remembered the text he'd sent me in the car not half an hour ago telling me that I was to comply with every command of my new master. His exact words were for me to do whatever the boss wanted. But he couldn't have meant that to include this boss's demands – for me to expose my body to him at our first meeting. Could he?

Valentine was watching me closely with a confident half smile, enjoying the torment of indecision running through every limb. I absolutely could not give my body to my boss, who I'd just met face to face barely an hour ago. It was lewd behavior and my cheeks flushed with the realization that doing so would mean I'd have been naked and voluptuous with three different men in the space of about twelve hours.

“I simply need to know whether you are going to be up to the rigors of the job,” Valentine said, in a bizarrely business-like tone. “It requires a special personality.”

“I don't see how designing a winery estate tasting rooms has anything to do with you having me naked in front of you,” I almost whimpered.

“I promise you will understand all, as soon as we move forward,” Valentine replied. “There’s a crackling spark between us. I know you felt it spark off while we shared a glass of Shiraz. Unless we douse the chemistry, we won’t be able to work together.”

Maybe he should show me his body. Just to prove his solution was effective. But oh god, if he did, there’d be no stopping me. I’d be across the desk like a champion hurdler and all over those provocative hard muscles.

A taut battle raged the length of my body as my head tried to resist the urges from between my legs. I should not, but there was nothing holding me back. My future depended on this contract and Josh had told me to comply with my master, so he couldn't be mad at me.

In fact, knowing Josh so well, I was pretty certain he'd find it hot when I told him, as of course I would, under his demand to know everything.

I had to admit, the pretense I was fighting to maintain was a facade for the benefit of – what? Because I was supposed to behave correctly and withhold my body from men, not allow then to use it for their pleasure. How much my mother had drilled into me not to give a man my body before he paid the dues upfront with a gold band. It was all so patriarchal. Dictates sent down from men terrified of the power of a woman's sexuality. Jay Valentine did not appear to have any problems with a woman's body.

He was relishing every moment of the battle going on across his desk and I was finding it searing hot myself. My pussy was running juices with the thought of baring my tits because he ordered me to. My boss in his massive regal office was commanding that I take off my top because my breasts were amazing. His compelling force was so impossibly enticing I couldn't resist.

His eyes held mine as I slowly unfastened the closure at the back of my neck and allowed the two sides of the halter to drop down. Catching it up in my arms as it fell and clasping it to me, covering my naked globes, mounding them into a crush of cleavage.

I licked my lips in an unconscious nervous reaction, then pressed them together as his eyes roamed down to my breasts. His face was absolutely still as he lingered on the voluptuous flesh, but his chest rose and fell faster.

“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice lower and more insistent.

My breath was coming so fast and taut, my high pointed masses heaving up and down in the hook of my arm. My heart was racing and trilling as I clasped the empty cups to my bare chest, overcome by an unusual flare of embarrassment but as I met Valentine’s gaze and without a word he silently commanded me to release my arms, I felt a rush of power and dropped them.

My pussy twanged with delight as my breasts fell free and exhilaration rose with how much I was loving Jay Valentine forcing me to give myself over to him. With my heart thundering so hard under the flesh, they should have been bouncing in reverberation. As it was my nipples engorged under his stare.

“Touch them,” he ordered.

“What?” I asked, stupidly.

I'd heard him but was surprised by the command. The peaks were screaming out to be tugged on but I was almost hoping Jay Valentine would take care of that himself.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated in a level tone, almost a growl.

Lifting the fingers of one hand to my breast, I pulled on the nipple and rubbed it around in full circles under my palm so it stretched.

“Harder,” Valentine said.

I raised the other hand and tugged both points out to their full extent as Josh liked to. The pain made me gasp and Valentine's eyes widened slightly. He was utterly riveted, watching as I rolled the points around in my small fingers, squeezing as though I could pinch out the fierce yearning.

My hunger for Jay Valentine pulsed through me like a raging inferno. How could he sit there silently observing me pleasure my body? Why wasn't he on his knees in front of me marauding my sultry flesh in his heavy hands, feeding his gluttony? Why didn't he command me to come and sit across his thighs behind the desk, from where I could free his cock and impale myself on it?

The craving for him to fill me up was both depraved and delicious. He may be a stranger, but now we were to be living and working under the same expansive roof for the next months. He had started something and I was eager to continue.

I was working myself into a frenzy, rolling and pinching my invigorated breasts. Valentine had to do something soon or I was going to have to slip my hand under the short skirt and relieve my aching nub. If he only knew that just one narrow band of fabric prevented me from being completely nude before him. Observing me before his desk pleasuring my naked slit would really give him something to gaze at with his non-committal stare.

“Stand up,” he suddenly announced, making me jump out of my fondling.

I did as he commanded and stood with my hands cupped around my rib cage under my breasts, presenting them to him. He watched with intense interest, his eyes fixed into mine when he wasn't ravaging my body with them. His examination of me went far deeper than my naked form. He was delving into my soul.

“Come here.” I moved forward instantly “No, stay on that side of the desk.”

A pang of disappointment at the wide solid furniture between us, that prevented from touching him and feeling his hands on my body. I longed to plunder my fingers into his lush hair. I walked to the front of his desk in my high heels and stood before him brazen. I knew my tits were great and I could be just as demanding- of his admiration.

“Bend over,” he commanded and I complied, leaning forward with my hands on the desk. On the wall behind his head between the two floor-to-ceiling French windows, was a massive gilt framed mirror and I saw my chest thrusting out so my tits hung in strong triangular mounts around the reflection of his ears.