Forbidden To Say No - The Billionaire's Plaything (An Erotic Romance Novel) Read Online Free PDF Page A

him.
    "Well, you can take orders can't you?" he replies with pointed disappointment. Then, crossing his arms, and cocking his chin to the root of his neck, looking down to my toes, almost, he pierces the warm, white air with a forceful yell. "Sit down!"
    I jump out of my skin, shook from my reluctant nervousness by his deafening cry. Without giving it a moment's thought, I do as he says, dropping to my knees, and back onto my ass, giving no mind to the dust I'll inevitably cover my sister's dress in. I look back up to my host, and see nothing but bright, white light engulfing his face like some malevolent halo.
    "Now stand up!"
    Again, I do as I'm told, springing to my feet with relish. The energetic exertion leaves me a little out of breath, but at this level I can at least see the sense of satisfaction so beamingly apparently on his face. I feel used and demeaned, as though I've been brought here to satisfy the every whim of some egotistical casting agent. But oddly enough, the thought of bouncing back down the corridor and back to my car isn't even an option to me right now. I’m ashamed to even admit it, but being used and demeaned doesn’t seem so bad right now.
    "You can follow orders. That makes you a better choice than most of the air-headed bimbos out there."
    I find myself nodding silently to him, before my conscious mind wrestles control back and I stop myself.
    "Now," he goes on to say, putting his hand to his chin, and stroking the black bristles of his five-o-clock shadow, slowly and thoughtfully. "Take off your dress."
    Wait, what ? Take off my dress ?! My heart feels as though it falls from its hiding place inside my ribcage to the very foot of my stomach, beating madly upon hearing such a shamefully licentious request. I open my mouth - ostensibly to yell a piercing refusal in his face - but find myself unable to speak. My hand trembles visibly before me, even as it rises to the back of my neckline, and fiddles with the tied strap holding the flimsy dress in place on my figure.
    I see his eyes ignite with an excited, exuberant flame, and a voice from within echoes around the entranced annals of my mind; what the hell are you doing ?! I wish I could answer myself. My body acts of its own accord, unfastening the cord, and allowing my dress to fall to my waist, before I wriggle myself out of it slightly, letting it fall to the dusty white floor around my ankles. He smiles to himself, scanning his eyes over every inch of flesh I've exposed - my pale chest, hidden only behind a flimsy cotton bra, my freckled stomach, and my girly pink panties, clutching to my petite frame, perhaps as frightened as I am. Then the smile disappears, and he turns his expression back to my face.
    "You do as you're told, I see."
    I nod yet again, and this time I don't have the presence of mind to stop myself. My stomach is alive with the angered fluttering of butterflies, my skin crawls under the intensive, magnifying stare of his trespassing eyes, and my vocal chords have long given up the pretense of registering any sort of displeasure with this whole 'audition'. And, to my simultaneous surprise and horror, I'm not hating this. In fact, I feel good. Like the weight of a thousand worries has been lifted from my shoulders. I'm no longer in charge of my own short-sighted actions. I've given all power to someone else...
    "How about your bra? Are you willing to part with that?"
    I knew that was coming, but no amount of mental preparation could stop me flinching prudishly upon hearing the words. I close my eyes, take another great, deep breath, and find the fastened hooks with my fingers, forcing it open and letting the straps fall from my freckled shoulders with no resistance whatsoever. Then, I watch it fall to the floor, to join my discarded dress. I already feel his eyes on me, looking at my exposed breasts with lecherous relish, and feel my nipples harden to a rigid firmness beneath his very gaze. The warm air feels good on my naked