His Leading Lady

His Leading Lady

Jenny Nordbak

Copyright © 2021 by Jenny Nordbak

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Cover Design: Jacque Sewell @onthesamepa9e

Cover Image: Michelle Lancaster @lanefotograf

Cover Model: Heath Hutchins

First Developmental Edits: Melinda Utendorf

Final Developmental Edits: Jen Prokop

Line Edits: Erica Russikoff

For my Coven

Contents

1. Elena

2. Alex

3. Elena

4. Elena

5. Alex

6. Elena

7. Elena

8. Alex

9. Elena

10. Elena

11. Alex

12. Elena

13. Elena

14. Elena

15. Alex

16. Alex

17. Elena

18. Alex

19. Alex

20. Alex

21. Elena

22. Alex

23. Elena

24. Elena

25. Alex

26. Elena

27. Alex

28. Elena

29. Alex

30. Elena

31. Elena

32. Alex

33. Elena

34. Alex

35. Elena

36. Elena

37. Alex

38. Elena

39. Elena

40. Alex

41. Alex

42. Elena

43. Alex

44. Elena

45. Elena

46. Alex

47. Elena

48. Alex

49. Elena

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

1

Elena

“I love my job.” I sighed dramatically and flopped down onto the dressing room couch next to my favorite coworker, Ophelia.

She grinned conspiratorially and reached over to help me untie my corset. She’d been a dominatrix longer than me, so she was intimately familiar with the special high that came after a good session.

I was the good kind of exhausted after six back-to-back sessions, having started my shift as a flight attendant and ended as Catwoman. I was absolutely spent, but filled with a sense of purpose.

It was an adrenaline rush to be under pressure to find the exact right way to bring someone’s fantasy to life, and I was floating on the bliss of having nailed it for a very nervous regular who shared a desire with me he’d never told another soul.

It was already 2 a.m. and I was ready to go home, crawl into my comfy bed, and sink into the bliss of oblivion for a few hours before I got to start it all over again.

My phone went off with an urgent appointment alert.

I groaned, not sure I could muster the energy to give another client the focus they deserved.

“Who’s scheduling this late?” Ophelia’s tone made it clear what she thought of their manners. Some of the most powerful people in the world cowered before that tone.

Mistress Ophelia was an attorney by day who mostly worked on endorsement deals for NBA and NFL players, and the scariest dominatrix I’d ever encountered by night. I’d once seen her force a male sub to use his tears as lube. She gave not a single fuck about what anyone thought of her and fully embraced every ounce of her feminine power.