Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+
Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.
He is also in charge, her Dom. Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law.
She is his property, his Sub.
They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour.
She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.
She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home. He has vowed to never release her.
Does she want to be freed?
Imogen glanced across the courtroom. He was seated in the public gallery. Muscles bunched under his shirt, his long black hair hung down to his shoulders and his chocolate brown eyes locked with hers. Warmth pooled in her pussy, she found it difficult to concentrate knowing his hungry gaze was watching her every move.
Moses tilted his lips into a grin, he had noticed Imogen squirming uncomfortably when she had first noticed him. The beautiful, tall, leggy blonde rose from her chair, turned her back and began fiddling with papers. He knew he was being unfair. This was an important trial for his sub. It involved the Mayor’s son and could make or break her brilliant career.
Imogen breathed deeply. She couldn’t let her clients down by being distracted. I will talk to Moses tonight. I can’t have him attending this trial and distracting me.
“Please rise for the Honourable Judge Dalton O’Malley,” a voice from the front of the courtroom announced.
Imogen came to attention and when she dared to take a quick peek in the direction of the gallery, she noticed Moses had left. She breathed deep with relief.
Moses strolled outside into the bright sunshine. He had done what he had come to do, unnerve his sub. She needed to be kept informed of who was in charge at all times. He smiled to himself as he headed for his favourite café at Circular Quay.
He would enjoy a latté while he drank in the first warmth of summer and made plans for tonight. She would pay for daring to turn her back on him.
He weaved his way down George Street, smiling at several women and girls as he went. He was well aware his physique attracted interest but he had the only woman he wanted. Maybe she could come home and find another woman in the apartment? That would remind her that I am in charge and it would punish her for turning her back on me.
Moses dismissed the thought of another female. It would devastate Imogen and, although she had to be disciplined, he would never be cruel.
He entered the café on the waterfront and was immediately shown to a table overlooking the harbour. The view was magnificent as water sparkled in the sunlight and vessels of every shape, colour and size floated in all directions. Moses was content. He picked up the daily paper which had been placed down with his latté and began reading.
He would not pick Imogen up from the trial as planned. He would meet her at home and put his plan into action.
Previously Master Of Law
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