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  Copyright, Legal Notice and Disclaimer:

  WIDE OPEN © 2013 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

  This book contains mature content and is solely for adults.

  Cover Photo ©2013 by Pouch Pictures

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for purchasing this ebook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I look forward to sharing more of my stories with you.

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  xoxo,

  Cleo

  Other Titles By Cleo

  Office Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)

  Office Toy

  Client Satisfaction

  Company Vacation

  Flex Time

  Take Me Hard Series (BDSM Romance)

  Ride Me Hard

  Love Me Hard

  Use Me Hard

  Push Me Hard

  Fantasy Playland Series (BDSM)

  Sleeping Lady

  Sleeping chez Sade

  Wide Awake

  Wide Open

  Mistress Moi Series (Femdom)

  My Three Slaves

  Cuckold Chuck

  Faye-Faye and the Sadist

  Bad Boyfriend Series (Femdom Romance)

  Bad Boyfriend

  Georgia’s eyes flew open. Her body was frozen, her heart pounding. She wasn’t at home. She lay in a room bathed in blue moonlight. Had she picked up a guy at a bar and fallen asleep at his place? That would mean an awkward morning. Her heart rate kicked up. She needed to get home.

  But wait—

  It came back to her in a flash. She was in Billy’s bedroom, in his bed. Billy, who had briefly been her boss and trainer. He fired her right before her first shift. Then he came to her apartment, proclaimed her home unfit for human habitation—total exaggeration—and brought her to his house.

  Billy, the man who had taken her apart and undone her. He was a living Michelangelo masterpiece, what with his huge, ever-ready cock… But it wasn’t just the muscles and his girth. The stud knew how to work it. She’d thought she had sex figured out. She’d been clueless. Billy’s skill was miles beyond the scratch-an-itch fumblings she was used to.

  She turned onto her side, moving slowly so as not to disturb the man next to her. The irony made her smile. Usually it was Billy trying not to “wake” her. She’d met him during her brief and disastrous stint as a Sleeping Lady at Adult Fantasy Playland, the sexual amusement park. Even though she flunked the audition, she begged until Billy hired her anyway. Every second of her training, she gave him reason to regret that moment of kindness.

  Sleeping Ladies were supposed to lie quietly in bed, pretending to have sensual dreams while the patrons stealthily stroked and enjoyed their bodies. But Billy was so damn irresistible that she failed every time. No matter how gently he touched her, she ended up writhing on the bed, coming, gasping, begging.

  He spanked her, whipped her, tied her down, fucked her to exhaustion… and in the end he’d had to fire her anyway. It was the best possible outcome because now they could be… could do… whatever it was they were doing.

  She studied him. The darkness didn’t change the color of his black, shoulder-length hair. His face was ruggedly handsome. His full lips, slightly open, tantalized her. Suppose she inched closer and pushed her nipple into his mouth?

  Or she could accidentally brush her bare buttocks against him… That’d probably earn her a spanking. He seemed to like spanking her.

  She eased her arm underneath the covers and cupped a plump, warm breast, brushing her palm over her nipple until it tightened pleasurably. It only made her hornier. She lowered her hand until her fingers rested on her naked pussy.

  She was slippery wet, a mix of her own excitement and the remnants of Billy’s spunk. A whimper rose in her throat as she remembered how he’d taken her on the stairs on their way to bed. She was a few steps ahead of him, minding her own business. Ok, maybe she’d added a tiny bit of provocative swaying, and a little bounce, too. But when she stopped to scratch her ankle, that was innocent. Mostly.

  Billy had caught her waist. He slid one of his thickly muscled legs underneath hers and spread her wide. One minute she was minding her own business, the next minute Billy was fucking her hard, his house echoing with loud grunts and the slapping of her soft flesh against his granite body.

  Billy. Everything about him made her yearn for more. She let her eyes close. Her hips tilted as she swirled her finger around her engorged clit. Her cunt clenched, hungry. She shifted her top leg so that she could slide two slender fingers into the snug flesh—

  “Georgia.”

  Her eyes flew open. Billy stared at her, his gaze lucid. In the darkness, she couldn’t perceive that his eyes were different colors, but she was acutely aware of them nonetheless. One iris was a dark brown, the other a warm mocha. Those mysterious eyes combined with his black hair and bronze skin made him breathtakingly exotic.

  She feigned a yawn. “Oh, Billy, you’re awake?”

  He stared at her evenly. “Are you really going to pretend you were sleeping?”

  Georgia blinked innocently at him. Billy snaked his hand under the covers and caught her hand, yanking it from between her legs. She resisted him, but he brought her fingers to his face. He inhaled, his eyes never leaving hers. A growl built in his throat.

  “I can explain—”

  “No need.” He pinned her wrist over her head and easily rolled her onto her back, trapping her underneath him. From this angle, the shadows rendered his features slightly menacing. “I think we established that you’re not very good at pretending to be asleep, Georgia.”

  She blushed so hard she was sure he’d feel the heat radiating off her and think she had a fever. Which wasn’t far from the truth.

  “You need some cock?”

  “I, uh…”

  He wrapped a hand in her hair, pulling her head back. She gasped in surprise and arched up off the bed, her breasts and stomach pressing into his broad, immobile chest. He raked his teeth down her neck, then fitted his mouth over her throat.

  She could feel his erection on her leg. The tip of his cock was dripping just a little. He wanted her. Why wouldn’t he just fuck her and put them both out of their misery?

  He freed her wrist, then moved his hand between her legs and thrust a finger deep inside her. Georgia gasped.

  “I asked you a question,” he said as he stroked the front wall of her cunt.

  It took her a moment to remember what he’d asked. Cock. Did she need some. Well… “Yes.”

  He bit harder; he wanted her to say it.

  “Yes, Billy, I need cock.” When he didn’t let up the assault on her throat, she blubbered, “Your cock, Billy, please let me have it. I know I don’t deserve it, that I’m a bad girl—”

  “You’re a real bad girl. Bad girls have to earn their fucking.” He moved aside and flipped her onto her stomach. “Ankles together. Pull in your legs and clasp your hands behind your knees.”

  She didn’t know what he meant until he pulled her hips up. The side of her face was pressed into the pillow, and her knees were pulled into her chest. Billy moved her hands behind her knees so that
she was locked in a little ball, her naked ass in the air.

  He traced a finger around her slick pussy and tugged at her plump lips. “If you’re still horny in an hour, maybe I’ll fuck you.” He laid back on his side of the bed and messed with his phone. “Don’t even think about touching yourself.”

  Billy turned over, pulled the sheets up and went quiet.

  Georgia exhaled softly. The position he’d left her in would make anyone think about sex. She shifted, trying to rub her thighs together, but the angle was all wrong. He knew what he was doing. She bit her lower lip and moaned, rocking side to side a little. Where did he come up with these punishments?

  “Billy?”

  “Quiet,” he mumbled.

  How could he sleep when her pussy was literally dripping for him? She sighed again and tried not to think about his dick. The longer she stayed like that, the hornier she got. She should just sneak into the bathroom and get herself off. He hadn’t tied her up.

  She whimpered, and Billy sat up and turned on a dim accent light. He dug inside a drawer of his bedside table and came out with a bright red scarf.

  “Open.” He balled it up and stuffed it in her mouth. Heaven help her, it only made her hornier. “Ah, sweet silence,” Billy said. Instead of turning off the light, he picked up his tablet and started flicking through apps.

  He settled on a book. She watched him read. With his chiseled torso and tousled hair, he looked like a model pretending to read. Even if he got bored in a week, she was the luckiest woman alive. He was perfect. No complications, no worries, no demands. Just sex.

  The alarm went off, shattering the silence. Billy set aside his tablet and pulled the gag out of her mouth. He tucked a strand of her wavy, chestnut hair behind her ear. “I see you survived. Tell me, did you think about playing with yourself.”

  Georgia giggled. “Maybe.”

  He slapped her ass hard.

  “Ouch!”

  He slapped her again, harder. “Yes or no?”

  “Yes.”

  “Because you were honest, I’ll reward you. But I instructed you not to think about masturbating, and you disobeyed. I’ll have to punish you. I know my cock is a little too big for you and your tight pussy.” He knelt up and positioned himself behind her, taking his time. “Sometimes I go easy on you.” He smiled. “Tonight is going to hurt.”

  She hoped it would. She wiggled her hips.

  “Turn over and spread your legs.”

  She kicked him in her haste to comply, and he tweaked her nipple.

  “Clumsy girl. I warned you not to wake me. Am I unfair?”

  “No.”

  “You’re lucky I didn’t have a butt plug handy. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” He slammed himself into her, taking her breath away. He was too long, and when he did that, she sure as hell felt it. Deep inside, a pressing, aching burn.

  And then he put one of her ankles over his shoulder and thrust even deeper. “Thank me.”

  “Thank you for hurting me,” she gasped. “I love when you do that.”

  Billy tightened his grip on her hair. He loomed over her, his eyes boring into hers. “I know you do.” His gruff voice set her whole body trembling. “But in case you’ve forgotten, I have work tomorrow. I need my sleep.”

  “I’m sorry, but I’m so horny.”

  “I know. I know. It’s ok,” he soothed. His warm breath smelled ever so faintly of peppermint toothpaste. “I have what you need.” His mouth claimed hers, and Georgia knew he wanted her to come, that he was just fucking her because she was a horny woman and fucking her was the fastest way to get what he wanted. He was cooly efficient.

  She’d have to remember how calculating he could be.

  She shuddered under him as she came again and again and again. Just when she thought she was satiated, a final, unexpected orgasm swept over her. After all, it was what Billy wanted, and who was she to deny him?

  Billy pulled out. “Why are you smiling, Georgia?”

  “Am I?”

  He knelt over her, pinning her upper arms with his knees. He was still hard, and his cock shined. He smelled like her, like sex. “Lick,” he commanded.

  She stared at his full, heavy balls. Despite being the cleanest, most organized man she’d ever met, Billy wasn’t the type to shave his body hair. Licking his hairy balls reminded her that he was in charge. She poked out her tongue and lapped.

  When he was satisfied that she’d thoroughly licked every inch of his balls, he pointed to the base of his cock, and Georgia obediently set to cleaning him. After his shaft was immaculate, he had her suck the mushroomed tip. She didn’t know how he liked being sucked, but she gave her best effort: nice and wet, lots of rotating her head so that her lips twisted on him as she sucked. It wasn’t easy, especially with her shoulders restrained. He had a nice, fat shaft, and all that wondrous girth did a number on her jaw. She liked that in a naughty, masochistic way.

  “That’s good for now,” Billy said. He pulled free from her lips.

  “But—”

  “Go to sleep.”

  “But.”

  “If you can’t sleep…” He leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed the tablet. “I downloaded some stories you might like.”

  Georgia raised an eyebrow. “Thank you! I’ll go on the balcony.”

  “Trust me, no need. You can read here.” He sounded strangely smug.

  “It’s ok. I’m wide awake and you need your sleep.” She scooted out of bed. One of Billy’s bathrobes hung over the back of a nearby chair. She put it on, then went onto the balcony and settled into one of the padded wicker seats.

  The bedroom overlooked a small clearing and a koi pond. On the far side of the pond stretched a dense grove of stately trees. It was so peaceful here. Billy had said his closest neighbor was half a mile away.

  She didn’t know if he owned this house and surrounding land or if he rented. Now that she’d seen how he lived, she understood why he’d hated her crappy, messy apartment. His place was amazing. The furniture was eclectic, very convincing reproduction Danish modern and Art Deco stuff. Unlike her paltry belongings, mostly swiped from the neighborhood over a summer of trash pickups, his possessions seemed to have been assembled with an aesthetic in mind.

  She hadn’t seen a single item out of place that evening, so finally she picked up a foot-long reproduction yacht and set it askew. “I bet you can’t leave it like that for twenty minutes,” she said. He pushed her down onto a plush area rug and fucked her from behind, his eyes glazed with lust. She got so excited that her arousal dripped down her thighs. The more he fucked her, the wetter everything got. That rug would need to be thrown out. Ten minutes after he finished, she made a joke about his collection of primitive fertility statues. He forced her to her knees and choked her with his cock while she fingered herself. That’s how the whole night had gone until he ordered her to get into bed.

  Billy. She couldn’t get enough of him. Inexplicably, the feeling seemed mutual.

  A cool breeze whispered through the trees. She tucked her feet up underneath herself and wrapped the robe more tightly around her body. She didn’t know how long this thing would last, but Billy didn’t strike her as a reckless man.

  He was risking his job to be with her, and in fact, in a few hours he’d go into Fantasy Playland to suggest a new attraction. If his gamble worked, he’d get to move on from training employees, and she’d have a job again, too. If he failed, they’d both be unemployed.

  And, to be honest, that was fine with her. Selfish, yeah. But the idea of Billy training more Sleeping Ladies… it filled her with a sense of panicked doom. She didn’t consider herself to be the monogamous sort; she’d always juggled multiple lovers in between periods of drought. And she never cared who or what they did in their free time.

  But something was different about Billy, and it was throwing her off guard. He made her want to have him. She wanted to capture his attention. To enchant him. To satisfy him.

  And she wante
d to belong to him.

  Georgia wrinkled her nose. She was starting to feel like a damned lap dog. Craving steady sex was one thing, but anything more than that… it smacked of weakness.

  Besides, she didn’t really know Billy. The whole thing was just hormones acting up.

  She unlocked the tablet and found his books. There was a shelf titled “Georgia.” She smiled. He must have done it during her punishment. Excited, she opened the folder.

  Her smile died. Five books, all by James Fenimore Cooper. She read The Last of the Mohicans in school and it had bored her to tears. She opened The Deerslayer and began reading. Fifteen minutes later, she was still on the first page. She’d just close her eyes for a second…

  The sound of a bird chirping woke her up. It was light out, and not dawn, either. It felt late. She went inside the bedroom and found Billy gone and the bed made. His clothes, which he had dropped into a heap the night before, had been removed.

  Her clothes sat folded neatly on a chair.

  “Billy?” She went into the hallway. It overlooked the first floor. She could hear running water far away. She padded down the stairs and around the corner, down another hallway. “Why didn’t you wake me?” she said as she entered the kitchen.

  A stooped, elderly woman turned around and smiled up at Georgia. “Well, you looked so peaceful.”

  Georgia yanked the bathrobe closed. “Who are you? Where’s Billy?”

  “I’m Yvonne, the weekend housekeeper. Billy’s at work.”

  Georgia was so shocked all she could think to say was, “Is there a weekday housekeeper?”

  Yvonne nodded, wisps of silver strands slipping out of her messy bun. “It’s kindness on Billy’s part. He doesn’t need me, but he employs me anyway. It’s hard to find a job these days, especially at my age. But it’s not charity,” she said proudly. “I find ways to make myself useful. He could get by without me is all.” She went to the oven and opened it. Inside, a stack of pancakes sat on a plate. “Billy made them before he left.”