New and naive...When Nell starts work for the Cassidy Corporation's marketing team, she doesn't expect to give offence to the CEO's young, gorgeous and enigmatic son during her first day. Sure she'll be fired by the end of the week, she instead finds herself pinned up against the stairwell wall two days later, with his lips on hers...Confused, yet curious...It seems there are two sides to tall, dark and delicious Marc Cassidy, and something in Nell is calling the dominant in him to the fore. He wants her for his own, and he's not afraid to show her how he feels. Though she tries to resist the intense chemistry between them, neither of them is convinced by her half-hearted protests, and it's not long until Nell is plunged into the heady, unfamiliar world of sexual submission. Can she obey his orders and figure out if what she feels is more than just pure desire, and maybe unravel the mystery that is Marc Cassidy in the process?This BDSM erotic romance short story is 8,400 words long.***Excerpt (please note - language not censored in the actual book):"Yes, Sir."He let out a long, slow breath. "You really have no idea how much hearing that turns me on, do you?"I cast a glance into his lap as he shifted a little, adjusting his pants. From the looks of things, they had to be pretty uncomfortable by now. I fought with the strong desire to unzip his fly, pull out his c**k and take it in my mouth, to give him the relief he clearly craved.Instead, I just said it again, letting some mischief seep into my tone. "Yes, Sir."Cursing, he leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Stand up."The pain should have shocked me, maybe scared me. It didn't. All I felt was arousal. "Yes, Sir."Once I was on my feet, he gestured to my clothing. "Strip, quick as you can. And keep quiet while you're doing it, or I'll have to gag you."I opened my mouth rebelliously, but decided against provoking him when a deliciously dangerous flash came to his eyes. Keeping my silence, my skin tingling with every move I made, I stripped down to my underwear, leaving my clothing in an untidy heap to one side of me. Marc made no attempt to hide his appreciative gaze, and by the time I stood before him in my standard black bra and panties ensemble, my p***y was on fire."Did I tell you to stop?" he asked, his voice low, but with an edge of command.I almost answered him, but remembered his directive to keep quiet in time. With burning cheeks and trembling fingers, I unhooked my bra and let it slide down my arms and onto the floor with the rest of my clothing, all too aware of the large, uncovered windows at my back and the evaluating gaze on my hardened nipples."Good girl. Now the panties."I hesitated, glanced over my shoulder at the windows. We were too high up for any voyeurs--we both knew it--but there was something terrifyingly exhibitionistic about baring myself in front of the large, transparent panes of glass."Are you going to make me ask again?" The edge to his voice was a little harder this time.