The Boss Read online

  ‘Do you often polish things with your hands down your knickers, Kim?’

  I could do nothing but shrug.

  ‘You were watching us, weren’t you?’

  ‘I couldn’t help but notice …’

  ‘No, I’m sure,’ he said dryly. ‘And what did you notice?’

  ‘You spanked her. Your secretary. And you used a belt. Strap. Thing.’

  ‘That’s right. So you saw everything, from start to finish?’

  I nodded.

  At this point, he looked away from me, towards Mara. ‘I thought I sent you to fetch something, didn’t I?’

  Her mouth fell open and I thought she was going to protest, but she decided against it and headed into the other bedroom, her red bottom swaying from side to side.

  ‘And what did you think of what you saw?’ He spoke to me again, his voice lower this time.

  ‘It was very interesting, Sir. I’m so sorry!’ I burst out again.

  ‘Don’t apologise. Clearly, you found it quite stimulating. Didn’t you?’

  ‘Yes, Sir.’

  ‘Did you come?’

  I sucked in a quick breath. What a question.

  ‘Yes,’ I whispered.

  ‘I see. So you like spanking?’

  ‘Not really. It wasn’t that, so much as … watching her getting spanked. She’s very pretty, Sir.’

  ‘You like her?’

  I nodded again.

  ‘You’re gay?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Well, this is interesting.’

  He was silent for a moment, his hand at his chin.

  ‘Are you going to report me?’

  ‘No. No, I don’t think so.’

  ‘Oh, thank you,’ I blurted. ‘Thank you so much. And I really am sorry …’

  ‘I haven’t finished yet. Listen. You like Mara. How would you like to help me complete her punishment?’

  I looked wildly back into the other bedroom. Mara was on the threshold, holding something in her hands. I couldn’t quite make out what it was.

  ‘Oh … is that … I mean, would that be OK?’

  Her blushing face was bowed. She still wore a silky blouse on her top half, while her bottom half consisted only of stockings, suspenders and lowered knickers. Her little pink triangle was shaved bare, her pussy lips peeking out at me.

  ‘Mara,’ said the boss. ‘Kim here would like to join us. I trust you will be a good girl for her. Won’t you?’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she said.

  ‘If she wants to,’ I said, turning to the boss, suddenly firm. ‘Only if she wants to.’

  ‘She wants to,’ he said.

  ‘I need to hear it from her.’

  ‘Fair enough.Mara?’

  She raised her head and nodded shyly at me. Her blush was gorgeous. I wanted to kiss her lips and stroke her hair, especially when she gave me the tiniest little smile, a secret between us.

  ‘Thank you, ma’am,’ she said.

  ‘Now,’ said the boss, ‘bring me the plug and then undress yourself, for Kim to watch.’

  Mara handed over the item, which I saw was a butt plug, quite a wide model, not for beginners. Then she came to stand opposite me, so close I could touch her, but I wasn’t sure it was allowed, so I held off.

  She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, then took off her bra to reveal beautiful full, plump breasts with round red nipples.

  ‘Touch them, Kim,’ invited the boss. ‘Feel how heavy they are.’

  They were rather heavy, not the weightiest I’d ever held, but certainly filling my palms satisfyingly. I let them jiggle in my hands, then I squeezed them, then I stroked the nipples with my thumbs and was rewarded with a pretty little shimmy of her hips.

  ‘She has very sensitive nipples,’ he remarked. ‘The lightest of clamps is all she needs. But I’m not going to clamp them today. She’s had her quota of pain. Feel how hot her bottom is.’

  I slid my hand around her hip, on to the luscious curve of her arse. Oh, he was right. The heat was lovely, like warming my hands on a radiator. I loved the effect the strap had made, ridging her skin so I felt little ripples of sensation when I stroked it.

  ‘Best of all,’ said the boss, more softly now, ‘is the effect a good thrashing has on her pussy. Touch it. You’ll see.’

  I looked up at her face, as if seeking permission, but her eyes were closed in a kind of rapture. She was somewhere deep inside herself but, wherever she was, it was exactly where she wanted to be.

  I parted her thighs a little wider and dipped two fingers between her pussy lips. So hot and juicy, and her clit was swollen right up. I massaged it slowly, enjoying the way her thighs trembled against my hand.

  ‘You’re right,’ I said to the boss. ‘She’s soaking wet.’

  I pushed my fingers into her cunt, digging inside, feeling her tightness, while I kept my thumb on her clit.

  ‘Hmm, careful there, Kim, you’ll make her come. She’s not to come yet.’ He changed the subject brightly. ‘Have you any experience with butt plugs?’

  ‘A little,’ I said. ‘Not much.’

  ‘But some? Oh, I’m sure you’ll do a good job.’

  He sat down on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his trousers. ‘Over here, Mara, on your knees.’

  She knelt between his legs, waiting obediently while he removed his erect cock from his underpants.

  ‘She’s going to suck my cock while you put the plug in,’ said the boss. ‘Lubricant is in the right-hand drawer. Let me know when it’s fully inserted.’

  I blinked, a little nonplussed at the turn of events, but I retrieved the bottle of lube and went to sit on my heels behind Mara, who by now had a good mouthful of the boss’s rather large cock.

  I parted her buttocks, seeking the tiny round hole I had the task of filling. Her cheeks were hot and obviously still sore, and her little rosebud quivered when I pressed my thumb against it. She was obviously well trained, though, because she kept her bum thrust out and didn’t try to clench or wriggle away from me.

  I uncapped the lube and spread plenty on my fingertips, then I pushed them against the rosette, circling it delicately, getting closer and closer to the target. I felt a tiny pressure of resistance, then my forefinger eased inside. How tight she was. I thought she might suck my finger inside and hold it there, but I was able to pull it back with little trouble.

  I applied a good squirt of lube to the plug and went to work on that next. I pushed it slowly and gently, rotating it until it began to slip in. As I pressed, then stopped, then pressed some more, she made scoffing noises, her mouth too stuffed to express her real reaction.

  The boss was holding her by her hair, keeping her head low down. I wondered if she was deep-throating him. He looked pretty happy, at any event.

  ‘How … is it going?’ he rasped.

  ‘Nearly halfway in,’ I reported. ‘Just getting to that nice wide part.’

  ‘Keep that held there for as long as you can before you push in the rest,’ commanded the boss. ‘Make her feel it. Make sure she really feels how full and stretched she is.’

  ‘You’re the boss,’ I said. ‘Now, keep still, Mara, and be a good girl. You’re going to have a sore bum, but you won’t mind, will you? Because it’s what you deserve.’

  I loved her little gasps of shock and amazement as I held the plug at the cruellest part. The boss shoved down hard on her head, fucking her mouth. She writhed at the hips and I took pity on her and pushed it all the way in, so that the flange sat between her cheeks, showing anyone who looked that her rear hole was occupied. How decadent it looked, with her striped scarlet bum cheeks on either side.

  I wanted to touch myself again, but I knew better things were coming, so I held off.

  ‘Good,’ said the boss. ‘Off, Mara.’

  He let go of her hair and released her mouth from his thrusting cock.

  ‘Now then, Kim, it’s up to you what you want to do with your clothes, but you need to lie down on the bed with your
legs spread and your cunt available for Mara to lick. I’ll give you a moment …’

  It barely took a moment. I threw myself eagerly on to the bed, pulled up my skirt, yanked off my knickers, layingmyself bare for Mara’s tongue.

  Soon enough it was there, planted between my lips, while she breathed and stroked and licked like an expert, kissing my clit and pushing her fingers inside my cunt with such absorption that you would never realise she was getting fucked from behind all the while. Her face lay buried in the junction of my legs, building my arousal higher and higher, while the boss, still almost fully clothed, rose behind her like a giant, his tie flapping this way and that, his cheeks growing redder, his veins beginning to stand out on his forehead.

  I was the first to come, melting blissfully into that hot, eager mouth. She didn’t withdraw her tongue, but kept on kissing my spread lips until she moaned into them, her own orgasm forced from her by the boss’s purposeful thrusts.

  He held on a while longer, seeming to enjoy his view enough to want to prolong it, but eventually he too joined us in our post-coital haze, collapsing on top of Mara’s back with a roar.

  ‘Well, Kim,’ he said, once he had Mara over his lap to remove the plug. ‘Thank you so much for your input, but I hope we haven’t kept you from your duties.’

  Oh. My duties. I should have finished polishing the silver in the drawing room ages ago.

  ‘Oh, right,’ I said, looking from him to her.

  Mara smiled at me with lazy satiety. ‘That was awesome,’ she drawled. ‘We’ll come here again.’

  ‘I hope you do,’ I said, smoothing down my skirt. ‘I really hope so.’

  Without him, next time.

  ‘Here’s my card,’ said the boss, handing it over.

  It read: ‘J Barraclough. Professional disciplinarian and dom. All submissive tastes catered for.’

  ‘Oh! So you aren’t …?’

  ‘We have a purely business relationship,’ said Mara. ‘You can have my card too, if you want. Or just my mobile number.’

  ‘I’d like that.’

  Leaving the room with Mara’s contact details, I praised whoever might be the patron saint of voyeurs. And, as I passed the bust of the old lord, I almost thought he winked at me.

  Property Of

  Sommer Marsden

  ‘Winona,’ he said. Just him saying my name sent a shiver up my spine. I turned a bit too fast and almost propelled myself out of my office chair. Which led to a nervous little titter.

  Nice. Very sexy.

  ‘Mr Bennett,’ I said, nodding.

  I wanted to look cool, but I felt like I was vibrating. How long would this last? I wondered.

  He smiled as he put some papers neatly on top of his stack of folders. His suit was charcoal grey, his tie a navy blue, his shirt white. All very boring components that did nothing at all until you tied them all together by hanging them on a lean but muscular handsome man. A breath-stealing kind of handsome.

  Trevor Bennett. My boss of all things.

  ‘Can you come into my office, please?’

  The word ‘can’ was a joke. He meant: ‘Come into my office. Now.’

  I nodded and cleared my throat. I had nothing to say, but he just made me feel that way. Like I had something stuck in my throat – maybe his cock. I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing and then said softly, ‘Coffee?’

  ‘Already have some. We need to discuss tonight.’

  Tonight? I had no idea, but I faked like I did and locked my computer. ‘Coming,’ I said.

  That made him smile.

  ***

  Trevor Bennett is a powerful man. He plays with money the way I used to play with dolls as a young girl. I followed him into his office, feeling like my legs were only a mirage. That they couldn’t actually support me. My spiffy black slingback heels tip-tapped on the hardwood floor. They are his favourite shoes. I wear them often. And often when I wear them, they are all that I am wearing.

  Trevor indicated a seat and I took it, smoothing my skirt primly because I knew it made him think dirty things. It often made him do dirty things shortly after thinking them.

  ‘Tonight is the big wooing party. We bring in all the millionaires and billionaires and all those we want to bring into the fold. We woo them and wine them and dine them and try to convince them to let us play with their money.’

  I nodded. Waiting.

  ‘I’d like you to attend with me.’

  I blinked and stared. Brilliant.

  ‘I … um, I … of course.It’s my duty as your assistant to –’

  ‘As my date.’

  Trevor leaned back against his desk and opened the button ofhis suit coat. I loved to watch him move that way – short, economical movements with no fluffery or wasted energy. He was a work of art. And he could make me come like I was dying. Brutal, wild, sweet – all the things orgasms were made to deliver.

  ‘Your date?’ I echoed. Flabbergasted. I had never in a million years dreamed it would ever go beyond fucking.

  His smile said he knew that. Big grey eyes, as stormy as the weather in March, regarded me and my stomach tingled like I had swallowed a live electrical wire. My face was hot, my hands cold, my stomach and chest full of anxiety and, yes … excitement.

  ‘Yes, as my date. I think we’ve gotten to that point, don’t you?’

  I could only nod dumbly. If I opened my mouth, something entirely mortifying would pop out, I was sure.

  ‘You do know what they think of us? Don’t you? You and your pointy shoes or your big black boots? You and your fucking phenomenal ass and ice-blue eyes? And me in my big hot-shot office giving you dick-tation.’

  I blushed and studied my lap. I bit my lip and tried to breathe. The toe of that pointy shoe was swinging like a metronome.

  ‘Do you, Winona?’

  I shook my head. ‘No, Sir.’

  ‘No, what?’

  ‘No, Trevor,’ I said.

  The man was a paradox. Expecting – no, demanding – the exact opposite of what most dominant men demanded. He confused me and scared me and, oh, fuck, God, yes, he made me want him so badly all I could focus on was the thumping demand of my cunt.

  ‘They think you have me pussy-whipped. But not just figuratively, literally. They think you are the one wielding the whip, as it were. And I am the one asking for one more, Mistress.’ He winked and I shifted in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position for my poor, swollen, wanting nether bits.

  ‘I had no idea.’

  He straightened his trouser leg. ‘Doesn’t matter. I don’t really give a shit what they think.’

  ‘The mark of a true dominant.’

  ‘But I find it amusing. I’d like to put a little trinket on you. So you remember when they all start flirting, and touching and joking … that you are mine. Do you approve?’

  Again, I nodded mutely. Maybe I had a future career as a ventriloquist’s dummy.

  ‘But, you know, some studded dog collar or bondage nonsense would look really stupid with a lovely cocktail dress and delicate sensual shoes. It would also be abysmal on that neck of yours.’

  Thank God. The thought of something that tight to my throat made me jangle with fear and anxiety. I had a thing about my throat and he knew it. It was one thing to let him grip me there – his hand imprisoning my jumping pulse – while he fucked me. It was another to ask me to wear something constricting for hours and hours and not freak out.

  ‘Thank you, Trevor.’

  ‘So this was the thing I thought would help us celebrate our first date. Also celebrating the fact that you’re mine now. You are mine now, aren’t you, Winona?’

  ‘Yes, Trevor,’ I breathed. All of me felt like I was trembling. Inside and out. I pictured him eating me out, I pictured him fucking me with his fingers, I pictured him trussing me up and making me say his name until I wept it.

  ‘Good girl. Property of Trevor Bennett. Come here.’

  I went. I walked to him slowly until we were eye
to eye and he kissed my hand once like a prince in a fairytale. ‘There she is,’ he murmured.

  I stood like I was in the military. Back straight, legs locked, shaking like a motherfucker, but trying valiantly to hide it. He popped the big black velvet box and I waited, throat bared, as if for execution.

  It was deceptive. Pretty and silver. Three jointed lengths of sterling silver with a Claddagh attached. The Irish symbol for friendship or love or marriage. It was gorgeous and bold and would go with anything at all.

  But, when he held it up, my heart started to race. For, as pretty as it was, it was just as bad as the dog collar he’d dismissed. I could tell by its size that it would grip my throat with a cold clinical pressure that made me antsy. All I wanted to do was turn and run.

  ‘Now I know how you feel about things on your neck,’ he said. He ran his finger along my bottom lip and my body went haywire, distress and arousal mingling and making me feel floaty and spacey in my own body. ‘But it’s just until the party’s over. To remind you. If you are a good girl, we’ll take it off as soon as we can.’

  I nodded and then bit my lip hard enough to taste a coppery kiss of blood. I would not cry. I would obey.

  I bowed my head to allow Trevor to put the necklace on. Each section of sterling silver reminded me of a very subtle smiley face. The three were linked and the charm dangled from the centre section. I could tell just by eyeing it that it would be too snug to my flesh. Constricting and cruel.

  That alone made my cunt wet. My heart beat fast. My cheeks flushed.

  Trevor smiled and shook his head. He tsk-ed at me and I knew I’d made a mistake. ‘Come on now, Winona … is that how you accept a gift?’

  He pointed one blunt finger at the generic grey carpet at his feet. ‘Kneel.’

  I felt stupid. What had I been thinking? But again that wet curl of arousal in my pussy made it all OK. I moved forwards, dropped to my knees, bared my throat.

  He hooked the necklace quickly. With my issues, it felt like a death sentence – the most severe of punishments. But I forced myself to take a shuddery but calming breath and relax some.

  His zipper hissed at me and I watched, excited and somewhat ashamed, to see him pull his cock free. He painted my lips slowly with the warm silken skin of his glans. I hummed softly, swaying a little on my knees as if intoxicated.