Taming Mr Black Drama Short Novels & Stories

“I pay very well for what I want. Ten thousand dollars if you stay for the next two hours. Twenty if you do everything I ask without hesitation.” I laughed nervously. “Mr. Black, I-” “Damien.” He cut me off. “And I’m not finished.” His hand slid higher, under the hem of my dress, fingertips grazing the bare skin of my thigh. “You’re beautiful. That body in this dress has been distracting me since you walked in. I want to see more of it.” My pussy clenched hard. I could feel myself getting wet, fast. This was insane. One wrong move and I could lose my job, my reputation, everything. But twenty thousand dollars… and the way he was looking at me, like he already knew I’d say yes.

Ashley curled her lips in dissatisfaction. After hearing this, Morgan couldn't help laughing, "Mrs. Blackstorm, I just..." "Okay, just drink!" ***

That night, I dream of the office. Not him. Just the space where he should be. Monday of the third week, I miscalculated a timeline. Not catastrophically. Not enough to derail anything. Enough that AV calls me. “Lyra, Mr. Blackwell would usually want eyes on this.” The words hit harder than they should. “I’ll revise it,” I say. “Of course,” she replies smoothly. “Just flag it when done.” I hang up and stare at my screen longer than necessary. Mr. Blackwell would usually…

CHAPTER 28 A slight frown appeared on Tammie's face as a shiver ran down her spine. She took slow strides towards Sandros and stared at him, her sharp gaze piercing through his skin, “I am Mrs Blackwood.” she replied, her voice soft, but strong. Sandros' appearance was intimidating, but Tammie wasn't weak as well. Both of them stared at each other for a few more seconds before Tammie asked, “Have I met you somewhere?”

Grey, who had his back turned while doing something behind the counter, was unaware. Blue began singing Kim Chiu’s Mr. Right in a playful tone. “Are you Mr. Right? Are you the love of my life?” he sang. Grey turned around, frowning. “Hi,” Black greeted. “You didn’t reply to my messages. You’re making me feel neglected.” Grey rolled his eyes. “Shut up! Go back to your table.” “Is that how you treat your crush?” Black asked slyly. The employees at the counter turned their heads upon hearing the question.

Another side of world : The room was heavy with tension, thick with anger. Mr. Smith stood across from Mr. Black, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “How dare you send your men to shoot at them?” Mr. Smith barked, his words biting. “Do you have any idea who Liam is? He’s the key to my billions! You’re making a mistake, Black.” Mr. Black didn’t flinch. He just sat there, cool as ever, finishing up with his zipper before looking up at Mr. Smith, that smug smile of his never wavering.

"You wanted this promotion? You're going to earn every fucking dollar of it. Now take my cock like a good girl." He pounded into her harder, faster, each thrust driving her forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor. His grip on her hair tightened, forcing her back to arch, changing the angle so he hit even deeper. "Oh fuck!" Sarah screamed as his cock hit her cervix. "Right there! God, right there!" "Found it, did I?" Mr. Blackwood's voice was dark with satisfaction. "That's the spot your pathetic boyfriend never reaches, isn't it? The spot that makes you see stars?"

'Only Mine' End of Dylan's P.O.V. Mr. Black became shocked as he saw Dylan smiling eerily while his eyes darkened. He was looking like a creep and his dour aura was a pure sign that he was definitely thinking something... Evil. Mr. Black marched towards him angrily and snarled with gritted teeth. Mr. Black: Listen Dylan, if you are again plotting your wicked schemes then I am warning you that this time I won't- But before he could finish, Dylan raised his right hand in front of his face. Mr. Black became shocked but Dylan kept staring him blankly.

“Turn around. Let me see you.” I turned slowly, feeling incredibly exposed even though I was still fully dressed. “Lift your skirt.” My breath hitched. With trembling hands, I reached down and pulled the tight pencil skirt up over my hips until it bunched around my waist, revealing my bare, already glistening pussy. Mr. Black hummed in approval. “Spread your legs.” I obeyed, stepping my heels apart. Cool air kissed my wet folds. “Look at that pretty little cunt,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Already dripping for your boss. How long have you been wet today?”

choked, coughing violently, with wine splattering all over his face and clothes, leaving him in a very embarrassing state. In pain and unable to utter a word, he glared fiercely at me, silently vowing, "Just wait!" As Dominic Blackwood entered the lounge with a server, he noticed Isabella Blackwood was missing. On his way back, he caught sight of me teaching Mr. Hughes a lesson. His expression darkened as he watched the man leave the crowd, and he quietly followed behind. Mr. Hughes, supported by his assistant, was fuming and cursing incoherently, "That damn b*tch dared to embarrass me in public! If I don’t take her down, I’m not Hughes!" Suddenly, a powerful kick landed on Mr. Hughes's bac