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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Would she run away from, or submit to, the powerful men and women that knew how to control her sexually? Most worship Natia's exotic beauty, but there are some that are not intimidated by her, some that see something deeper in her alluring green eyes. A vulnerability that they can exploit for their pleasure, enforced bondage their tool to tame her. On her own for the first time, she is set upon by men that only want her flesh. From her first friend that helps her move to NYC and takes her innocence from her as payment, to what she thought was a loving and sensitive husband who uses her to advance his career, Natia's body given to his boss while he watches, in increasingly humiliating and degrading acts that Natia cannot refuse from her demanding boss. And that is only the beginning of this epic novel that covers a decade in the life of a woman attracted to sexual bondage and at the same time fearful of it. In the end, the question becomes: Will Natia run away from it, or will she submit to the powerful men and women that know how to control her sexually? BDSM at its best from the masterful imagination of Powerone.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: February 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [301 KB]
Words: 73131
Reading time: 208-292 min.

CHAPTER 1

Natia looked out the window, the overcast day in Atlanta making the news even more despairing. It had spread through the corporate executive offices on the fortieth floor of the building, only minutes before it was on CNNFN. Natia read the banner as it ran along the bottom of the television screen, hurriedly put up until the news staff could get the details. It sent a shiver of fear up Natia's back as she read it.

"The Gulfstream G150 jet carrying Sharon Laskey, President of Southeastern Oil and Gas Exploration, went down shortly after takeoff from Falcon Field outside of Atlanta. The pilot and copilot as well as the Chairman of the Board, Richard Lassiter, all perished in the disaster. Breaking news will follow."

A tear fell from her eye as Natia remembered her first meeting with Sharon. It was a little over ten years ago, Natia looking for her third job since graduating from Harvard with an MBA. Natia had been with Booze Allen Hamilton Consulting for two years and then was recruited by Atlas Logistics Support. That lasted for a year. Natia could still remember the interview with Sharon in detail.

"How come you left Atlas Logistics after only one year?" Natia was bright and ambitious, but at such an early age, her history with employers was brief, especially the last one. Sharon could see leaving Booze Allen Hamilton for a good opportunity, but only one year? Was there something that Sharon should be weary of in her history?

Natia knew she should give the familiar ring, looking for a better opportunity, wanting to relocate to a new city, any of the usual ten reasons that most gave to hide the unsavory details. Natia wanted this job, but she just couldn't get it that way. It all of a sudden blurted out her mouth, Natia not even thinking about it as the words spilled out. "I became personally involved with the president, Bradford Dillman. I was married at the time and I could no longer continue with either the relationship or the company."

It was what Sharon had expected. Natia was an extremely attractive girl. She was tall, over five foot eight, long dark hair and green eyes. She had long legs accented by a very expensive suit. Heads turned when she walked into a room. Bradford Dillman was well known in the industry for his womanizing. He was wealthy, handsome, and most important, powerful. Women were drawn to him, and he took advantage of it. "So it would be advantageous to you if your new boss was a woman."

"The most compelling reason I want to work at Southeastern Oil and Gas is that you are growing. Growing fast. You need bright, energetic people that can help you grow. I want to grow with you. I won't hide my ambition. I aspire to be a Chief Financial Officer. Your CFO. Having a female boss is only an added incentive." Natia held her breath.

"You would have a ways to go here. This position is only a financial analyst. You would have to prove yourself." Sharon did all the final interviews for the executive staff. This is where the future of the company would come from, and she wanted to make sure they would be there when Sharon needed them. Natia was already selected by the CFO for the position. The only thing that this interview could do was take her out of the running if she messed it up. Sharon liked her honesty. "Have you moved to Atlanta with your husband?"

"I moved here about a month ago." Natia paused for a moment. "I am no longer married."

Sharon didn't even comment, not caring to delve any further into what she was sure was a messy affair. "Report to Personnel on Monday at 8 A.M." Sharon stood up and pushed out her hand. "Welcome to the Southeastern Oil and Gas Exploration family. I hope your stay will be long and profitable for both of us."

"Thank you, you wouldn't regret it." Natia almost began to cry at that moment.

The years passed, Natia living up to her promise. She was an internal auditor the second year, the head of Internal Audits by her fourth year. She moved back into Accounting as Assistant Controller in her fifth year, and by the seventh year, she became Controller. It was good luck and her excellent reputation of being able to straighten out any mess that made her Chief Financial Officer last year. Sharon had stayed close the last five years, mentoring her until she became CFO. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, Natia always a step ahead of what Sharon wanted or would need. Now she was gone.

Everyone was in shock, not knowing what would happen or who would take over the company. It was hard losing two top executives at one time, especially since the Chairman was, also the major stockholder. The board was convening at this time, Natia catching the Chairman's trophy wife entering, a newfound respect given to her as the heir apparent to his stock. Natia knew Heather socially, having married Richard five years ago after the passing of his first wife. Most called her his trophy wife: young, beautiful and ambitious. Natia found her puzzling. She stayed behind her husband, letting him bathe in the limelight, but Natia felt that this was not her personality. It was only a facade that she hid behind, Natia sure that she would soon emerge from it in light of the tragedy.

All eyes turned as Heather walked down the hall, her heels clicking on the marble floors of the executive floor. She was dressed in a black business suit, but it still hugged her body, especially the tight, short skirt. She worked out religiously and it was apparent. Her natural blonde hair hung down below her collar, the front cut sexily to the side to highlight her face, especially her blue eyes and large lips. She used to be a model and many thought she still was. She walked to Natia's office, popping her head in. "Am I interrupting?" Heather liked Natia. They had similar upbringings, growing up privileged and rich. Both, also, were gifted with exotic beauty and natural charm that drew men to them. Men wanted to possess them but they were hated by most women for their arrogant beauty.

Natia stood up as Heather walked in. "I don't know what to say, Heather. Words cannot convey what I feel. It is a great loss for the company and me personally. Richard was always there to back me up and to lend a hand when I needed it." Their hands touched, Natia feeling a power in her handshake that she never felt before. Heather didn't pull her hand away, holding Natia's hand tight.

"Thank you. The shock hasn't worn off yet. I hope I can count on your support as much as Richard did." Heather looked at Natia, refusing to let go of her hand. She squeezed a little tighter, but Natia didn't try to pull away or say anything, just accepting it. Heather finally released her hand.

Her hand still felt Heather's presence, even when it was released. "I am yours, Heather. Anything you want." It almost scared Natia, her response almost sexual.

"That's good. We will need a new CEO and your input will be crucial. I want to make sure the company ends up in good hands. I have no intentions of selling all of my stock, though I might part with some of it to induce the right person to come on board. It's going to be a difficult month, but with your help, we can get through it stronger than before. Now, I have to meet an almost all-male board and convince them to elect me Chairman without being too arrogant and forcing them to do it. Sometimes I wish there weren't men in this world." Heather walked off without saying anything more.

Natia was called to the board meeting once to report on the condition of the company's finances, pleased to see Heather sitting in the chair reserved for the Chairman of the Board. There were few questions, the finances excellent, Sharon already taking care of funding future plans. There were a few questions and the meeting was over shortly after Natia left.

"It went well, Natia. I'm Chairman of the Board, and Bill Roth is the temporary CEO until we can resolve the situation. I'll be in touch soon." Heather was glad that part was over. She was in control of the company.

"Bill has been on the board for over ten years and knows the company. He has good experience, but we need someone devoted full time to the company." Natia had worked with Bill as he headed the board's audit committee.

"My thoughts exactly; that is why the search is the board's first responsibility. I have a number of ideas that I will be working on. I'm going to need you to help me."

"Anything, anything you want, Heather." There she goes again. Is it just me, or was my response was sexual? Natia had never had these thoughts about another woman before. A man--that was a different story.

Natia had a condo high above the city of Atlanta, the penthouse. There was a wide expanse of windows that opened up to the bright lights of the city below, but the height somehow made her feel more secure. It was a long day, trying to put everyone's fear aside, afraid of change, afraid of losing their jobs with a change in management or control of the company. Natia had to be the calm of reason, though she had her own demons.

Natia stood naked in the bathroom, staring back at her image in the full-length mirror. At thirty-five, she still looked good. Her full breasts had just the slightest hint of sag in them. Her nipples stood out, the brown flesh highlighted by large areolas. She was always ashamed or proud of her areolas, depending on her mood. When she was trying to hide her sexuality, they always seemed to be shadowed beneath her clothes, but when she flaunted her sexuality, that drew men's stares to her naked breasts that danced erotically beneath her opened blouse. Her fingers rubbed over her nipples, feeling them respond instantly, sensitive to the slightest touch. Her hands smoothed over her belly, her waist still slim after all these years and hard work. She had full hips, Natia turning to the side to see her best asset, clenching her buttocks tight in the mirror. It was what men saw of her as she walked off, and they would remember the way it swayed seductively as she walked. She turned back to the mirror, her fingers swishing through her neatly shaved bush, teasing at the follicles of hairs until she felt the sudden wetness between her legs. She had full lips, sliding her finger between them until she felt the slick inner lips. She had made herself cum many times in front of the mirror, imagining it was a man that was making her pleasure herself as he watched. The shame of performing such a private act in front of a man is what made her cum so hard.

Her fingers deserted her pussy as she climbed into the large bathtub, the hot water swirling across her body, the bubbles sliding over her skin. Natia felt the day disappearing beneath the soothing, hot bubble bath, lying back and letting the hot water envelop her in a blanket. She took a sip of the wine before she closed her eyes, remembering back. Way back to before she was married. It seemed so long ago, but she still remembered every detail of the short marriage. It was her first and only, retreating now to a career to escape from the realities for over ten years.