Turned By The Boss

Jessica just got the promotion she's been chasing for three years. Senior Brand Strategist. Her own desk in the partners' bay. A salary that finally matches her ambition. She's twenty-seven, single after a spectacularly boring four-year relationship, and ready to prove herself.

Then she meets her new line manager.

Frankie Cole. Partner. Creative Director. The woman everyone calls "Daddy" behind her back and laughs nervously when they say it. Tall, tattooed, impeccably dressed in three-piece suits that cost more than Jessica's rent. The kind of woman who walks into a room and makes everyone sit up straighter.

Jessica tells herself the racing pulse is just nerves. The soaked knickers after their first meeting? Adrenaline from the new job. The way she can't stop thinking about Frankie's voice, her hands, the way she said "darling" like she already owned it? Completely normal professional admiration.

She's lying to herself and Frankie knows it.

Because Frankie has been watching. She's been waiting. And when she finally corners Jessica after a late-night work session and pushes her against the floor-to-ceiling window of her seventh-floor office, Jessica discovers exactly how much she's been lying.

The boardroom table. The hotel in Edinburgh. The private members' club in Soho where Jessica learns what it means to be collared and leashed and shared. Frankie doesn't just want her body. She wants her submission. Her obedience. She wants Jessica to kneel and call her Mommy and mean it.

And the terrifying, exhilarating truth? Jessica wants to give it to her.