Big Beautiful Submission: Becoming Lily (BBW BDSM erotic romance)

Book 1 of 5. 5 book omnibus
B00CMJ7M8A now available.

Curvy Rita is the latest in a long list of cleaners to try out for a job at Mr Henley's house. He's rude, impossible to please and disturbingly sexy. As she starts her week's trial, she finds herself craving his disapproval. Especially when he opens his desk drawer and brings out a whip.
He's the first man she's been close to since she's gained weight and he makes her extremely nervous. Will she overcome her insecurities and learn to love her body the way he clearly does?
Contains a demanding dom with a riding crop, a big, beautiful submissive and some steamy masturbation for his viewing pleasure.
This short story is roughly 6,500 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

EXCERPT
She went in and closed the door behind her. Mr Henley tapped out a few more words on his computer, then got out of his chair. "You came back."

She nodded.

"I'm glad."

His smile filled a need in her that made her uncomfortable. It was safer not to need anything from anyone.

"I wanted to apologise for yesterday--"

"There's no need, Mr Henley," she blurted out.

He raised an eyebrow and her cheeks went red-hot. He looked at her for a long few seconds, his eyes searching her face. His mouth opened as if he were about to speak, but he stayed silent. He crossed the room and stood just outside her personal space. It made her nervous to have him so close. Close enough for him to spank me. She pushed the thought away, but it was too late - the idea was already there in her head.

"I was in the wrong, Mr Henley. You were right to punish me." There. That put the ball firmly in his court. She only wished he would volley it back to her.

Time stood still as he walked around her in a tight circle. "Do you want to be punished?" he asked from somewhere behind her.

She closed her eyes, a tremor of desire taking her over. "Yes, Mr Henley." She was wound so tight, it hurt to draw breath. All she could think about was the drawer in his desk where the crop was. What else did he have in there?

He stopped moving and stood behind her where she couldn't see him. She was grateful for that - it made it easier for her to be honest with him.

"Mrs Klein said your name is Rita."

She nodded.

"Speak up."

"Yes, Mr Henley."

"What if I gave you another name?"

"Whatever you think best, Mr Henley." And so the game began in earnest. Her heart beat faster as she thought of the implications of his words.

"Really?"

A silence grew up between them and she knew she had to choose her words carefully. He had a lot to lose by placing his trust in her. He could make her his slave, but she would always be the one with the real power. She lowered her voice. "I only want to be good, Mr Henley. I'll do whatever you want me to."

"You understand my need for discretion?"

"Yes, Mr Henley."

"Then you are relieved of your cleaning duties for the day. I have something else in mind for you."

The sound of him opening a drawer made her tremble. He walked around in front of her holding a camera.

"Take off your clothes." His expression was hard.