From a
broken home, Victoria Wright knows how to survive. Realizing at a young age that her looks
attracted men, she learned how to manipulate and seduce men to make it. Working as a high class
hooker, to a stripper, to a bartender, Victoria has been making good money for years. Until
her best friend and husband die in a car accident, leaving Victoria the caretaker of their eight year
old daughter. Convinced her wild life is not good enough for Kendall, Victoria manages to get a
position at Townsend Realty Co. Her attraction to Mr. Townsend, Mr. Hurley’s step-brother is
instantaneous and overwhelming. But, after five years of nothing but professionalism, Victoria is
convinced he wants nothing to do with her romantically. When money tightens, however, Victoria finds herself dragged back into her old life. Mr. Townsend understands her need
for more money, and propositions her…Be with him and only him for weekly cash. It’s an offer she
can’t or doesn’t want to refuse. But, what happens when a woman who has only had sex for
money finds herself falling in love with her powerful, wealthy, handsome boss? What happens when the money is no longer enough?
Find out
in Office Perks with Miss Victoria Wright, Mr. Townsend, and a cast of lovable characters. Cameos
from the Hurley family found in SL Siwik’s Winning Back series.
I live in NJ with my husband, daughter, and two dogs. I like
going to diners on the weekend for inspiration, drink a pot of coffee a day, and hate referring to
myself in the third person. I also have a university degree in sarcasm and enjoy using my smart
mouth whenever an opportunity arises.
Office Perks, and Sirens
and Sweethearts are soon to be released.
Five
Fun Facts:
I am a chocoholic.
I have
reserve stashes strewn about my house.
I grew up horse-back riding and
competed seriously. Instead of turning pro, I went to college instead.
My favorite color is purple.
I have thirteen piercings on my
body-9 in my ears, 1 in my nose, 1 in my labret, 2 in my belly button.
Large crowds make
me nervous.
Miss Victoria Wright
I missed
him. He had been gone away too long, even though I know why he had to be away. Without
him here for the week, I am so caught up on work that I’m actually ahead. But, because he wasn’t here, he is now weeks behind. I gaze
into his office longingly, wanting to feel connected to him again. A week felt like eternity without his
touch. Should I leave him be, or let him know just how much I need him? Worst case scenario, he
says no. Right now, that’s not enough to stop me. I unbutton the top three
buttons of my dress shirt. Knowing that he doesn’t have an appointment for two more hours, I walk into his office. Glancing up from his computer, he questions
me with his eyes. Smiling, I slide across his desk, placing my heels down on the sides of his chair armrest, giving him a peek of my panties. Blaze stops typing, glancing up at me with a gaze
so heated, my insides clench in excitement.
My
fingers run down his red silk tie. “I’ve really missed you,” I say, my voice full of
longing. His hands glide up my thighs tenderly caressing me before he grabs at my
flesh, unable to hide his sexual frustration. I pout. “I had no one to tell me what to do all
week.” Yanking on his tie, I pull him closer to me as I whisper in his ear, “And you know a
woman like me shouldn’t be left unsupervised.”
His brow lifts at my statement as a smile graces his lips. “Do you need to be put back in your place, Miss
Wright?”
Biting
my lower lip, I nod. “Yes, sir.”
Blaze
stands up, his bulging erection near my mouth. Unable to resist myself, I trail my hand over his
hardness. He undoes his belt, sliding it off his pants and takes each wrist, holding them together
above my head.
“When
I’m done with you, you’ll remember who’s boss around here.” His deep voice caresses my
ear like velvet.
A violent
shiver rips through my body. Yes, Blaze, take me. I miss your touch so much.
He wraps his belt around my wrists, securing it tightly. “Green light?” he asks, his hand down my raised arm.
Releasing a shaky breath, I reply, “Green fucking light, Blaze.”
He
chuckles, stroking hair out of my face. “You really have missed me.”
“You
have no idea. I missed you every single second since you left.” I wait for what he will do next while I
remain helpless and bound on his desk.
Blaze
yanks the open lapels of my shirt back, exposing my breasts. I gasp at his forcefulness while deft fingers move down the clasped buttons, undoing them in seconds flat. “You have haunted my sleep for a week straight, Victoria. I have had no peace
since I left. Not. One. Second. Of. Peace.”
My heart
hammers in my chest as my body aches for more of his touch. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re going to be sorry, that’s for sure.” His teeth scrape along my shoulder before he yanks my hair back
hard. My body bows to his force as I gasp loudly. “No more talking unless it’s green, yellow, or red,”
he instructs. Whimpering in excitement, I nod my head as his teeth nip my ear lobe.
Blaze
squeezes both my breasts hard before massaging them. He picks me up by my waist, and turns
me around. Sitting down in his chair, he pulls me down with him. Gently, he places myrestrained arms around his head. I can’t see him, making it all the more exciting. It’s also frustrating, too, because I
want to look into his eyes, to see his heated gaze. Peering out into the office, the
front door is in sight. If anyone walks in, they will see me exposed- naked and pliant on
his lap. I hear his ragged breath in my ear and I feel so close to him after a week of his
absence while nestled against his hard chest. Blaze hooks his fingers underneath
my bra straps and yanks them down off my shoulders.
“Mmm. I see you
dressed for me,” he says, glancing down at my sheer lace bra with burgundy embroidery. I nod,
whimpering as he fondles my breast. His hand slides underneath my bra cup, curving around my
swell as he cups my breast before pulling it out. Tweaking my nipple, he twirls it around in
my fingertips. And just as my nipple pebbles under his touch, he lets go, and my body cries out for
his touch. He grabs my breast tightly, as his other hand slaps my nipple hard, and then strokes it in
a caressing manner. I gasp in shock, but he pauses…
“Green,”
I wail out, as my panties dampen in excitement.
He slaps
my nipple again, harder this time, before stroking it. All I can do is glance down, watching
helplessly. My breasts ache from the swelling he’s causing. The feeling is overwhelming, the
pain followed instantaneously by the soothing pleasure. The leather belt is tight against my wrist,
but it doesn’t hurt, only reminds me of how constricted I am. How completely and totally I am at his
mercy. He smacks my nipple again before soothing. Both of his hands leisurely travel down my body, and my muscles quiver in excitement everywhere that he
touches as I wait to see what he does next. He yanks my skirt up to my hips.
“Very
nice,” he murmurs at the matching thong, thigh highs, and garter strap. His fingers run along the
lace at the top of my stockings towards my inner thighs and I sigh at how gentle his touch his.
Without warning, he yanks my legs apart wide, so I’m spread out on his lap.
“You
will stay like this, because all of this is mine. Do you understand?” he says in my ear while
his hand strokes me over my panties.
I am so
aroused that I can barely speak. “Yes, sir.”
“Say
it.” He strokes me more aggressively now. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
I
whimper. Trying to speak, I stammer out, “I’m yours, Blaze. All of me.”
“Good
girl,” he murmurs as he bends my arms, slipping them off his neck. Bending my upper body
over the side of the chair, he sucks my nipple. I feel the pull in my arms and ache in my back
from being bowed in this awkward position, but I love it. I relish the ache in my muscles. I know it
means the release will only be better. His neck is right by my mouth. I can’t stop myself as I lean in
nipping his skin, wanting a kiss. His tongue stops laving my sensitive flesh, and he slaps me hard
across my nipple. I cry out as my clit throbs. “Did I tell you to touch me?”
“Sorry,
sir,” I breathe out in frustration.
“For
that, you’ll be punished.” I glance up, watching him in frustration, taking off his neck tie. My body shivers in excitement as he slides it over my eyes, the soft silk kissing
my skin. He tightens the excess so that it is tight over my eyes.
“Keep misbehaving and I’ll keep you laid out on my desk all day while I work. You can listen to
my fingers typing on the keyboard as you ache for my touch. Believe it.”
I want to
have this man’s children the second those words roll of his tongue.
Left in suspense, I wait for what will come next. Blaze has me, his hard cock now pressed
against my ass. His hand gently wraps around my neck and holds me still,
while he waits patiently…
“Yellow,” I say, though not feeling frightened, “No tighter, please.” I’m not scared or turned off
by what he’s doing, but I have been choked to the point of passing out. It is a horrifying feeling.
His
other hand runs up my spine underneath my shirt, his touch so loving and intimate against
my naked skin. Blaze then lets go of my throat and yanks my hair back.
His
finger slips beneath my panties, as his tongue twirls around my nipple. As his digit dips inside me, he smiles. “Someone enjoys the boss being back.”
I
shake with need, desire, yearning…he’s going to torture me to death with waiting as my thighs
slicken with my desire. His fingers pull my panties to the side, exposing my swollen lips.
“So beautiful,” he rasps out, his voice full of emotion before his fingertips
slide across my lips. “Keep your legs spread apart or I’ll stop,” he warns,
and I spread my legs wider.
His
fingers glide between my sex before they widen, spreading me apart, exposing my clit to him. They
swirl round in a circular motion, slow, almost lazily.
“I’ve
been denied you for a long time, Miss Wright. So, you’ll accept me taking my time.” His words are
husky, full of emotion.
“Yes, sir. Whatever you desire.” I never want this love affair to end.
His
fingers slip inside me as I fight back a loud groan. I know if I make a sound, I’ll be punished
with his hands off of me. Fingers slip inside me, and he knows my body so well by now, he instantly
brushes against the places inside me that make me wild with need. I can feel his hardened
erection against my body, hear his labored breaths. I know he wants to be inside me just as much
as I want him to. But, he wants to give me this first. He always wants to give me.
My hips
start grinding against his fingers inside me, forcing him to move faster. His other hand holds my
hip down forcefully. I try not to protest.
“Control
yourself or I’ll stop.”
I bite
my lower lip to keep from reacting verbally as the phone rings. I’m not exactly in a position
to answer it now. Blaze picks me up and lays me over the desk, my belly and breasts against the
unyielding mahogany wood.
With my eyes still covered, I hear, “Townsend Realty Company. Mr. Townsend speaking. How
may I help you?”
Hearing
him answer his own phone, because me, the secretary, is bound ass up over his desk arouses
me to the point of nearly coming.
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