The Naughty List Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
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I’m going to gag you with your slutty used panties.

That’s correct. I’m going to stuff your dirty, wet panties into your mouth once I’ve wiped you dry with them. I’ll gag you with filthy lace to muffle your moans as I fuck your dirty siren cunt, and claim your ass like I own it.

Then, if you’re a good intern, I’ll grace you with the load you’ve been craving. I’ll fuck your mouth with your gag still in place and shoot my cum all over your pretty girl face.

Things to note.

Dress for the part, please. You’ll need to be a successful enough looking member of staff to make it up to the directors’ floor. Eyeliner a must, since I love gothic women. White lacy panties, please. They are my favourites. Wear them as long as possible beforehand. The filthier, the better. Expect to choke on your dirty gag while I’m fucking your face with it.

Remember, this will be roleplay. You will be a slutty intern with ideas above her station, seducing the Senior Finance Director during one of his most important calls.

Dirty bitch.

Duration – 3 hours.

Proposal price – £5000

My choice of attire today wasn’t just to impress Kingsgate. I knew full well what the gig tonight would be before I scheduled in my viewings. I love to be resourceful. I’ve let my bun loose, but I still look like I’m out to address an executive committee.

I must be living up to User 4109’s instructions to look the part in Canary Wharf, because nobody here gives me a second glance as I clutch my paperwork and hurry along with my handbag. My tenancy paperwork feels like a trophy against my chest. Another double purpose bonus.

I click arrived on the app when I reach the entrance to SQW Banking Corporation.

I anticipate more of a delay, given my client will already be engaged in his yearly budget meeting, but the instructions ping right through.

You are Holly Jones. I’ve cleared your ‘intern pass’ with reception. Elevator to floor 12. My office is the last on the right. Mr Gregory. Enter without knocking. Crawl across the floor like a slut.

I get tingles just from reading his words. I must have read through his proposal fifty times, his tone so commanding. I’m more than excited as I step inside, still on a high from Belgravia. My confidence is through the roof after landing my apartment, and what better way to celebrate than a ton of extra cash in the bank and a shit hot proposal to attend to.

My pussy is desperate for it. I loved being an innocent sleeping beauty last night, but tonight I want to be a filthy bitch, and get punished for it.

I want him to look me in the face like I’m a filthy siren and gag me with my dirty panties as punishment.

“Holly Jones,” I say to the woman on the front desk, conscious of the security guy standing to her side. Despite the fact it’s almost 8 p.m., the place is still humming with the work vibe. The wonders of worldwide business, though. There must be people working shifts over every time zone.

The receptionist hands over an intern pass.

“Annual budget meeting, floor twelve.” She points to the elevators.

“Thank you.”

I step inside the elevator doors to join a few men in suits, staring at the documents in their hands before they catch sight of the gothy intern standing next to them. I get smiles, and I smile back like a cheeky vixen, making sure my eyes linger on every one of them. I’m learning to be quite a player.

One of them gets out at floor three. Another at floor four. The last one remains with me until floor seven, where he makes a grab at conversation.

“Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“No, I’m a new intern. Lucky enough to get to check out the budget meeting.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You’re going to the directors’ floor?”

I grin with pride, it’s obviously an accolade he thinks I’ve earned.

“Sure am.”

I give him a wave goodbye when he reaches his floor, grinning at the knowledge I’m going right for the top. Then I shuffle on my court heels, preparing myself for the perilous journey ahead. I need to sneak into Mr Gregory’s office without being seen. It feels like I’m in some kind of spy movie, not enacting a client proposal.

The foyer of floor twelve is bustling when I step out of the elevator, but everyone seems too preoccupied to notice me. The tension in the air is palpable, and it adds to the thrill. Whatever budget meeting is going down tonight is a major one. It makes it easy to walk on by like I was born to be here.

The corridor grows quieter the further I walk. I hold my tenancy paperwork to me like a shield, tipping my head at anyone passing. And then I see it. The door to Mr Gregory’s office is right in front of me, with his name and title etched in gold on the glass.


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