Sex, Lies & Her Impossible Boss by Jennifer Rae

to leave his small town and be someone else. And it had worked. He was
someone else. Successful. Wealthy. Powerful. But as he turned the knobs way too
hard he realised there was still a little bit of that country boy in him. That
awkward country bloke who saw a pretty girl and lost all his sense.
    ‘Lay back a little and I’ll crop it in close before panning
out.’
    ‘Right.’
    When he turned back Faith was strewn across the bed, her hands
behind her head. He’d had plenty of women in his bed before but none had looked
as inviting as this. None had made his body jump the way she did.
    ‘You may be surprised to know that many women enjoy dressing up
as a schoolgirl.’ Faith’s voice was a little wooden—it lacked the animation she
usually brought to her programme. Cash moved his eyes from the camera and peered
at her.
    ‘What’s up?’
    ‘Nothing.’ Her voice was tight, angry.
    ‘Let’s try again and this time try and act as if you’re
enjoying yourself.’
    Faith started again. Her voice was better but the wrinkle
between her eyes was still there. Frustrated, angry. She twisted her body to sit
up and Cash thought he saw a flash of pink again but kept rolling, not trusting
himself to take his hands off the camera and suspicious she wouldn’t like him to
stop her again.
    ‘Some women enjoy playing the naughty tart who won’t stop
teasing you until you pull her over your knee and give her the spanking she craves. That’s right: loads of grown women
fantasise about getting a proper spanking from their man. A spanking from you is
exciting for two reasons: not only does this mild show of dominance hurt so
good, but it also usually leads straight into hot, hot sex.’
    Her voice had slowed down. Her knees were up now and he could
definitely see a flash of pink.
    ‘We’ll have to do it again—I can see your underwear.’
    Annoyance flashed across Faith’s face. ‘Again? Once is bad
enough in this outfit.’
    Cash straightened his back. Her mouth had turned down and her
cheeks were pink. She wasn’t happy at all. ‘Sometimes these things take a few
takes.’
    ‘I didn’t even want one.’
    Maybe he was putting too much pressure on her. He knew he had a
tendency to do that. And he was particularly hard on Faith but after getting to
know her a little more, he wasn’t sure that was the right thing to do. She was
usually so confident talking about sex, but today she was struggling.
    ‘What is it about this fantasy you don’t like?’ he asked,
curious about what had ruffled the feathers of Sydney’s sexpert. Surely a little
role playing didn’t make her this uncomfortable. She’d been more than
comfortable in Kitty’s dungeon. And then earlier today as she’d sat on top of
him she’d seemed right at home. But right now she was blushing furiously and her
fists were curled into tight little balls.
    ‘What do you mean? I like it fine. As much as any other.’
    ‘No, you don’t. This makes you uncomfortable. Why? You weren’t
one of those naughty schoolgirls who had an affair with her teacher, were
you?’
    When her face fell Cash’s heart fell with it. She’d got it on
with a teacher? He’d assumed Faith was sexually adventurous but hadn’t
considered that she’d been so outrageous as a teenager. But maybe that was why
she was so interested in all this. Maybe she’d had some older man show her the
ropes when she was young. For some reason the idea of some dirty old man leering
at her teenage arse made a ripple run through him.
    ‘Faith. I’m sorry. I was only joking. I didn’t actually
think...’
    ‘It wasn’t like that.’ He looked closer. Hers wasn’t the face
of a sexually satisfied teenager. It was something closer to sadness and a
little bit of fear. His blood started pumping.
    ‘What was it like, then?’ He tried to remember where she’d said
she’d gone to school. Somewhere in England. He’d be in London next month; he
wondered how long it would take to track this dirty old