His Property by Trent Evans

I don’t work for him. I belong to him.

I was warned about Ellis Winters. I thought I knew what it meant when a billionaire with his reputation hires a girl to be at his beck and call. But I had no idea what was in store for me…
It wasn’t the order to strip that shocked me, or even the stinging spanking over his knee that followed. It was the arousal glistening on my bare thighs that left me breathless and blushing.
Not just because I knew he could see it. Because of what I hoped he would do when he saw it.
I came here today as his maid. I left as his property.