Chapter 1
Tilton Spidermach was pissed off. Once again, it was not even ten o'clock in the morning and he was physically in utter agony. If he had to suffer through another moment sporting the most persistent hard-on in recent memory, then someone was going to pay and it might as well be the saucy little bird sitting so primly before him.
After all, his present condition was entirely her fault.
TS Properties, headquartered in Manhattan with satellite offices in a few key countries, was the throne for the admired and adored billionaire playboy. He worked hard and played harder, indulging his most wicked whims along the way.
Power, intelligence, and confidence, Spider's entire existence screamed out that he had all three qualities in abundance and knew how to use them to get what he wanted. Within the business world, his reputation was highly respected, he was considered always honest and was also slightly feared because failure was not acceptable.
His private life was an entirely different matter. In regards to his social life, the man was shamelessly hedonistic and being single, it insulted a few and inspired more. He liked his sex raw and raunchy and saw nothing wrong with that.
At over six feet, he was a tall drink of gorgeousness. A well-toned, broad shouldered, slim-hipped, long legged man who, when he entered a room, both men and women took note. Silky soft, slightly curly, and somewhat long mink brown hair contrasted with piercing green eyes. The intense eyes seemed out of place with the full easy smile he normally wore.
However, this was not one of his normal days because today, the head of his public relations department was once again sitting elegantly before his desk making his cock rock hard by merely existing in his presence.
The beautiful and delicate lady before him was Ms. Jena Flyno, well-mannered, always proper, tidy, and once again, politely reading him the riot act. Without meeting his gaze and with a fine flush riding high on her cheeks, she asked if there were any other videos she should know about, citing that nothing should detract from the annual children's charity ball just two weeks away.
All this fuss because the previous evening's six-thirty national news broadcast revealed a previously unknown video of him having no holds barred anal sex with a beautifully voluptuous porn queen. Spider had not even known the woman had had a camera set up that night. Normally, this would not have bothered him. Today, however, with this woman sitting before him, it did.
What surprised him most about the entire situation was the woman not attempting to sell the tape to him before releasing it in such a reckless manner. There was no way she was going to be paid for her efforts now.
"I did not know this one existed so it is entirely possible there are more out there."
"Oh. Well we will deal with them if they come forward, so let us move ahead with this one. I have a call into legal to see about our options of being able to put an immediate injunction..."
It had been almost five months since he had last spoken with the porn queen, much less had sex with her, or any other woman for that matter. No, five months ago he had hired this delightful creature sitting across from him. From the moment he had set eyes on her, his cock had been looking to rut in her and substitutes were not acceptable.
Now it was all a moot point. As of this moment, his hard fought patience was officially at an end. The line of not bringing his sex life to the office had been messed with. Both mind and body were on the same page, and neither was willing to deny his libido's call to be fed.
Right now, he needed to do work on his plan to entice this beautiful creature to his home, up the winding staircase and into his playroom for some quality time spent together.
A deep, dark desire rested within him, a need to give her a real reason to blush when he showed her all his wonderfully curious toys. Subtly, his hand moved to his lap, resting on his hardening cock. He contemplated which item to use on her first in their sensual dance toward fulfillment. The visions were delicious and an ever-growing desire brought him abruptly out of his daydream.
"...I respectfully request that you refrain from making any personal statements to the press regarding the--"
"Have you seen the tape, Jena?" Spider asked softly. He knew it was rude to interrupt her, however, he wanted to start rocking her world. Maybe a slow thaw was in order before properly heating Ms. Prim and Proper up, he thought as he started laying out his web.
"Yes, sir." The stain of her discomfort deepened on her cheeks, though it appeared that no amount of inner strength could raise her eyes higher than the front of his desk.
"From start to finish?" Her unease was obvious, adding more speed to his already racing heartbeat.
"Yes, sir."
Always dressed conservatively, each button firmly closed, every bit of skin covered with her favored prim skirts. Sure it was unintentional, but they were still very seductive in more ways than how they gracefully skimmed her figure from waist to ankles. The surprise shocker was her ever-present pair of fuck-me heels. What he wouldn't give to see her with her arms stretched above her head, naked and precariously perched on her shoe-encased toes, pleading for him to take her.
Soon, very soon.
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"Will you walk into my playroom?" said Spider to the Fly, 'Tis the naughtiest little playroom that ever you did spy; The way into my playroom is up my winding stair, I've many curious toys and things to show you once you're there." Jena Flyno works for Tilton Spidermach, CEO of TS Properties. As PR Director she's got her hands full cleaning up after his debauched peccadilloes. She's heard about his playroom and she's not about to become his latest prey. Spider has been watching his lovely, but oh, so prim and proper PR lady for months. Jena is elusive and unattainable, and he has just figured out a way to ensnare her. All he needs is one little sign of weakness and she'll be caught up in his web.
