At the Billionaire's Beck and Call

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Melinda is sensitive about her curves. She's big and busty, but after breaking up with her boyfriend, she's also alone. She longs for a strong man to dominate her, but it's beginning to seem like she'll never find one. In comes her boss, billionaire Remington Blackwell. Blackwell sees Melinda as more than just a maid...he sees her as a sexy, mature woman. This alpha male is ready to dominate her, and Melinda is more than ready to submit!Warning: This 3100 word story contains BDSM, domination and submission, and steamy sex. EXCERPT:She continued to scrub the floor, sighing out loud when she realized just how much more she had to do today. Then, all of a sudden, she heard someone coming down the staircase. Mortified, she struggled to pull herself together, straightening her apron, wiping her face. Remington Blackwell strolled into the kitchen, tall and immaculate in his custom-fit suit, looking like something out of GQ. Melinda saw him, and in her pathetic state, she felt even worse. He was too handsome and perfect. She couldn't match his gaze. “Melinda,” Blackwell said, in his deep voice. “Is everything all right?” “Fine, fine,” she said, wiping the last few tears from her eyes. “Just allergies I guess.” Blackwell nodded, rubbing his chin. He motioned to the ceiling.“I don't know if you're aware, but I have cameras all over this place. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that...well, when you've got money, people try to take advantage. I swear I wasn't trying to spy on you or anything of that nature, but I couldn't help notice that you seemed very upset.” “I just, uh...” Melinda started. “Well, I broke up with my boyfriend last night. I guess that has me pretty upset. Actually, scratch that. He dumped me. He's an unemployed lout, and he dumped me.” She had no idea why she was telling him all this, but it felt strangely cathartic. Blackwell listened to her sympathetically, nodding as she told her sob story. “It sounds like you dodged a bullet there,” Blackwell said. “You know, when I was first starting out, founding my own business, I had to deal with a lot of assholes and negative people. After a while you learn to tune out all the excess noise. And besides, your physique is great. You look just like a real woman should.” Melinda stared at him. “Are you being serious right now?” “Of course,” Blackwell said, smiling, his chiseled features betraying no hint of dishonesty. “Real women have curves. If I wasn't too busy all the time to date, I'd prefer to have a wife or girlfriend who looked just like you.” “Like me?” “That's right.” Melinda studied the billionaire, wondering if she was being put on. But there was nothing deceitful in his gaze or in his voice. She felt a little thrill come over her, and decided to speak boldly.“Well...if you want someone just like me...why not me?”“What do you mean, Melinda?” “Look,” she said, setting aside her rags on the kitchen table. “It's been a long time since I've had a good man. Fred didn't know how to please a woman. But I get the feeling you do. I'm going to let you do whatever you want to me. All you have to give me in return is a nice, hard screw. That's all I want. I'll do anything you say, give you your every desire. What do you think? Interested?”Blackwell grinned, putting his arms over her shoulders. “Most definitely,” he said. “I thought you'd never ask. Let's head over to my study.”