Rachel’s Remedial Training

Rachel's Remedial Training

Pretty young Rachel’s job doesn’t leave much time for a social life, so the sexy secretary has taken to pleasuring herself in the office when she has to work overtime. Unfortunately for her, she’s caught on camera, and brought to the attention of her billionaire boss. Confronted with video of all her dirty deeds, Rachel has to decide just what she’s willing to do to save her job.

Little does she know the full details of her boss’s offer, though…until she finds herself with a bulging belly, and discovers that’s just the way her boss wants her!

Cordova Skye » Billionaire Breeding Club


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Excerpt

“Security footage,” Thorpe said, and Rachel was sure he must have seen the horrified shock on her face. “I have several hours of it, gathered over the past weeks.”

Rachel sucked in a choked breath, dropping her eyes from the image of her pinching her own nipples, shirt unbuttoned to display her lace bra. Thorpe made a sharp sound. “Do please keep watching, Miss Morris. This will all be pertinent to our discussion.”

Face burning with humiliation, eyes blurred with tears, Rachel looked up again. She had never had any idea there were so many cameras in her workspace; the screen above her showed three simultaneous views, edited seamlessly from one night to another, and though there was no sound, her expression made sound unnecessary. She could almost hear herself panting as she pressed her hips up into her furiously moving hand, the wet sounds of her fingers probing deep, her ragged cry of climax.

She bit her lip and dug her purse hard into her thighs, trying to ignore how her pussy had awakened and throbbed demandingly, the hot rush of embarrassment almost inseparable from the rush of lust. She could almost smell the scent of her own arousal, almost feel her hands – or better, his – on her body. She held herself still by force of will, but there was nothing she could do about the dampness soaking her panties; she could only hope Thorpe didn’t notice how hard her nipples were, and assumed the blood rushing to her face was shame, and not arousal that grew with every moment her eyes remained transfixed on the screen.

Rachel’s Remedial Training
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Rachel's Remedial Training