All Chapters of My Ex's Boss Taught My Bedside Pleasures: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sabrina's POVThe sharp sound against the headboard made me flinch. My whole body went tense, waiting for the next one.It landed on the outside of my thigh.The leather snapped against my skin with a quick, stinging heat. I sucked in a sharp breath.The pain was bright but shallow, quickly melting into a warm throb that spread between my legs. My back arched slightly off the bed.Dominic didn't speak right away. I felt the mattress shift as he moved closer. His fingers brushed over the spot he had just struck, slow and deliberate, as if he was checking the mark he left behind."Too much?" His voice was low, close to my ear.I shook my head. My voice came out thinner than I expected. "No… it's okay."He made a quiet sound of approval. The next strike came lower, across the top of my thigh, closer to where I was already aching. This one was firmer. I gasped, my wrists pulling against the cuffs as my hips jerked.The sting bloomed hot across my skin. Before I could catch my breath, his

Sabrina's POVThe dining table groaned under the weight of roasted chicken and sweet corn. Dominic sat next to me. He used his fork and knife with effortless grace.Dad leaned over his plate and grilled Dominic on crop yields and profit margins. Dominic met Dad's gaze. He recited market projections and supply chain logistics without missing a beat."What about your folks, Mike?" Mom asked. She passed a bowl of mashed potatoes across the table. "Are they coming down for the ceremony?"Dominic set his fork down. The silver clinked against the porcelain. "My grandmother will fly in from Italy. She is my only immediate family."Mom frowned. "Oh. What about your parents?""A plane crash," Dominic said. His tone remained even. "I was twelve."The room went dead silent. I dropped my hand under the tablecloth.My fingers found his knee and traced his jeans.I wanted to offer comfort. Dominic shifted his hand and caught my fingers. He laced his digits through mine.Dad cleared his throat. The

Sabrina's POVMike let out a harsh, barking laugh. The sound cut through the shocked silence of the wedding guests. He pointed a finger at Dominic's broad back."You fired me?" Mike sneered. He took a step closer to the altar. "You are a cheap male escort. Sabrina paid you two hundred bucks to stand there and play tough. You do not have the power to fire a janitor. You are a joke."Tracy crossed her arms and smirked at the crowd. "It is pathetic. She could not keep a real man and she had to rent one for the day to save face."Mrs. Gable stood up in the second row. She smoothed her bright pink dress and pointed her beaded handbag at me."This is a disgrace!" Mrs. Gable shouted. She looked around to gather support from the other neighbors. "Bringing a street walker to a holy ceremony! You ruin the reputation of this entire town, Sabrina Winston. Your parents should hide their faces in shame."My parents flinched. My father stepped forward. His fists balled at his sides. I raised my hand

Sabrina's POVWith a large box of organic vegetables and freshly picked organic strawberries, we left the farm at dawn. The flight back to New York blurred into a haze of exhaustion and lingering aches.Dominic kept his promise from the barn. We spent the entire night tangled in the sheets of his penthouse bed.I lost count of how many times I screamed the name Dom into his pillows.My thighs trembled as I stood at the kitchen island the next afternoon.I adjusted the strings of my apron and focused on chopping celery. The knife hit the cutting board in a steady rhythm. The scent of simmering tomato broth filled the air.Footsteps echoed on the tile floor.Dominic walked into the kitchen. He discarded his suit jacket on a barstool and pulled his silk tie loose.He stepped behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest. Now we're like a real couple.He rested his chin on my shoulder. His gaze dropped to the exposed skin at my collarbone.I scooped

Dominic's POVAmber scotch splashed over the rim of the crystal glass. The bottle met the bar cart with a dull thud. A second chime echoed from the front door.Three million dollars a year funds my public relations department. Those executives scrubbed the major news networks and silenced the tabloids, keeping the farm incident out of the papers. They failed to monitor TikTok.A bored teenager recorded the helicopter landing in the pasture.The shaky footage showed Sabrina snatching the microphone and captured the dust cloud swallowing the wedding guests.A trending pop song masked the audio, pushing the video to three million views in under four hours. Small-town gossips feed on spectacle.My grandmother saw the footage somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Landing at JFK Airport an hour ago, she bypassed the corporate headquarters. And she steered her sports car straight to my penthouse.Isabella Hudson is a force of nature. Taking control of Titan Capitals decades ago, she expanded th