Possession (Editing)

Chapter 1

I'm gay and writing this but I guarantee you won't be able to tell with these sex scenes.

Before you begin reading, some of you closed minded readers need to know something.

BDSM IS A REAL THING.

And it's not what it was described in some of these trendy false advertised books Yall love so much.

Don't fuck with me.

I'm hood af, don't do it
Oh and also, DONT TRY TO EDIT THIS BOOK. If you look in the parenthesis, I'm doing that, on a separate novel. Don't try to edit the book. Just read, thank you :)
But I promise I'm not serious all the time. This book was written in 2013 and is currently being rewritten. Follow my Instagram @ccsrants if you wann!

Also, if the only book you have read is Fifty Shades Of Grey. You don't know BDSM. So don't comment talking about you do, if you have not done your research. This book includes REAL bdsm. And any dumb comments - you will most defintely not like my

Anyways my slaves,

Welcome to the Possession Era

Chapter 1

Why, oh why did I have to wear a white blouse? And why, oh why did I have to stumble up the stair with my blistering hot coffee and spill it on my shirt.

And why, oh why, did it have to be the day of my big meeting?

Of course with my dumbfounded luck, the elevators were out of order; and upon walking into the front of the editing part of the building, I was completely overthrown by the surprise of seeing that my office had been sent under random reconstruction. Basically, my already small little complex in that back of the building was being cut in half. Our business had recently been expanded and I got the worst half of it. And yes, I was complaining

.Although I was thankful to be working for a quite successful and expanding Oil Incorporation in NYC that came with a decent paycheck, I was underestimated; no one saw me for my true potential. So far, my 5 years at the Buffalo Institute for Journalism had gone to waste; but I wasn't perturbed. I was perfectly content with writing semi-advanced articles and cracking jokes with the rest of the faculty about how our current boss, Ms. Newmort, looked like a falcon.

Today I just happened to have gotten called in early for this pointless meeting in which I was to take notes. Some multi-millionaire from Utah was trying to expand his hotel business and struck oil that was already owned by our company. They wanted to make an exchange for some of our oil. But what millionaire wants to live in Utah? And run a large and expansive hotel at that?

"Look who decided to finally show up to work." My boss had coarse unprofessional humor.

"I'm sorry, I got caught up in traffic and you know I don't have a car-" she stopped me, her blonde hair was slicked back in a high professional bun and her makeup was heavy. She looked like a clown

. "I don't care about your personal issues, hurry up and sign in. We're very busy today!" she exclaimed and walked past me, her heels making an annoying clash with the marble flooring. I held my half spilled coffee and closed my eyes

"Don't mind her, she's mad cause man number 5 stood her up last night," my friend Amy told me.

Amy Blackwell was the most talkative female to ever walk the planet and probably the most influential. I met her in college

"And how did you hear this?" I ask her, handing her my drink and making my way to my incredibly small ass cubicle in the back. It had one window and a small couch. Nothing I was too proud of.