BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology (14 page)

“Remember
very early on, when I took you under my wing, we’d go out to lunch for our
mentoring sessions?”

Charlene
nodded silently, walked to the front door to lock it, knowing damned well the
risk she took, but deep down she knew she needed to hear what he had to say and
didn’t want to be interrupted. She turned back to face Jake and said quietly, “I
remember those lunches very well. I was so eager back then. Hungry to make my
mark.”

Jake nodded
and followed her into the kitchenette area. The chair he used this morning
stood away from the table, exactly where he placed it before he took her over
his knee. He specifically chose another chair to sit in while she made a fresh
pot of coffee and pulled out some sandwich meat from the refrigerator and set
about making a light meal. He wanted her undivided attention, but consciously
knew it would be easier for her to process what he was going to say if she was
busy. He knew her mannerisms as well as, if not better, than his own and smiled
behind her back as she unconsciously moved around the chair that was obviously
in her way. In some small way, he reasoned, she wanted that reminder, who was
he to remove it?

“I told you
I wanted to get away from the office so we could talk freely, but I never was
able to say what I really wanted to. Especially after the sexual harassment
suit George had to deal with.” Jake watched Charlene’s head bob in affirmation
before he continued, “But I’d comment about other women, hairstyles, suits,
hell even their shoes, and by the next paycheck you’d be decked out in
something near identical right down to the hair color.”

Charlene
brought the plates to the table and sat down, Jake noticed, somewhat gingerly. “Thank
you, Charlie, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I have a
feeling this is going to be a long conversation, and I didn’t have time to eat
much today,” she replied and tried to smile. She had an uncomfortable feeling
she was headed straight for the fast lane without having the opportunity for a
slow merge. “Please continue.”

 “Okay,”
Jake said softly and looked briefly at Charlene’s profile as she bit into the
sandwich. “It’s a little difficult to talk with my mouthful, so I’ll wait
before I dig in, all right?”

Charlene
realized she was in the exact same predicament with her mouth full, so she
nodded emphatically, and motioned for him to resume.

“So I
started watching you more intently, and pushed you to do things for clients
that were tough, but I knew had to be done if you were going to make it to the
level you did. I groomed you to trust me, and I’d like to think I didn’t let
you down.”

Charlene
swallowed and exclaimed, “Not once. Not ever. I wouldn’t have risen through the
ranks had it not been for you.”

“Good, that
makes me happy you feel that way. The only way I could have you at my side was
at work. I couldn’t ever cross that line, and wouldn’t, had you still been
there. But God, Charlie, you have no idea the constraints I felt. How much I
wanted to bend you over my desk every morning before we had our daily review
and show you how much I valued your trust in other ways.”

“What ways?”
Charlene asked innocently while she fumbled with her napkin. She had an image
of him standing over her bent form while his cock drove into her repeatedly.
She tried to push the image from her mind, but felt her face flush anyway, and
flushed even deeper when she heard him chuckle.

“Well, there’s
that. If you’re thinking what I think you are, but I was thinking more along
the lines of a few nice swats on your ass first thing in the morning. Not too
erotic at work.” He paused and smiled. “Of course, in my head that came later
in the day.”

“How can a
spanking be erotic?” Charlene blurted out before she could think. Jake’s eyes
took on a wicked gleam and the corner of his mouth curled in an almost sinister
way. Charlene felt a tremor down her spine and actually shivered when he
offered to show her. “Um, no this morning was quite enough thank you,” she
stammered.

“What I’m
talking about is a short spanking that puts both our minds in the right space —
me leader, you follower, sort of.”

Charlene
nodded absently. “I don’t get it. How can slapping someone’s ass put you in a
different frame of mind? You were already the leader and I followed well,
mostly, sort of, maybe not really.” She smiled as she tossed his words back at
him. “That doesn’t explain what happened here this morning though.”

They both
looked at the white elephant in the room. “This morning was a chance I had to
take that you’d be recept —”

 “What?”
Charlene cried and stood so quickly her chair fell back. “Receptive? I had no
fucking choice if I remember correctly!”

“I know, but
I also don’t have much of a choice. Your replacement is turning out to be a
grandstanding ass. My intent when I walked in the door this morning was to
simply let you know what was happening. The potential for the law suit is real,
and I want to protect you at all costs.” Jake shrugged. “When I saw you this
morning and you were no longer my employee, you were the woman I’ve wanted for
years, I gambled and rolled the dice. It was a huge gamble, but when you
lowered your jeans, I knew it was the right choice. You put your trust in me
this morning, in ways you didn’t even understand, and you did it anyway. I
walked out of here in a daze, empowered like never before. You did that to me.”

 “Me?”

“Yes. Your
trust in me is like a drug. I fired the asshole you recommended and promoted
Traci.”

“My
assistant?”

“Yes, she
knows your accounts almost as well as you do and I think she’s ready.”

Charlene
mulled his words. “What about the litigation?”

 “Gone.
Getting rid of Mr. Asswipe took care of that.”

 “Was he
really that bad?”

“Worse. Once
he made it through the interviews, he thought he was God’s gift and our savior.
Needless to say your accounts are happy he’s gone, and were all somewhat
relieved when I told them Traci would be taking over as of Monday.”

 “You took
care of everything. My store is safe.”

Jake nodded
and took a bite of his sandwich, letting the silence act as a cocoon to her
thoughts. Charlie had a lot to process right now, most of all the fact that her
business and reputation were safe.

“I don’t
know how to thank you,” she replied quietly without looking at him. “Well I
mean I guess I do after this morning.”

Jake looked
at her profile and quietly said, “Would you like that?”

Charlene
wanted to fire back a quick yes, but instead kept her mouth shut. In the blink
of an eye, she knew she could never go through with it. And if she did what
would he think of her? Hell what would she think of her?

“I thought
so. I did what I did this morning. I took a chance, knowing full well it’d
probably be my first and last, but I did what I had to do. Let the chips fall
where they may, but if I had it to do over again, I’d take the same chance.”

Charlene
remained quiet for a moment, mulling over his confession while he dug into his
sandwich. She understood spanking was not a conversation starter either, for
anyone besides Sarah. The humiliation she felt this morning came storming back,
but this time anger rode along with it but it was short lived. In all honesty,
in the end she couldn’t remember a single time she was that turned on.

“I don’t
know, Jake.”

Jake pushed
his plate away and turned to her. He reached for her hand and grasped it in his
before she could pull it away. “Charlie, I understand. I never meant to hurt
you, or confuse you. I knew this could happen, but hoped it wouldn’t.” He
pulled himself up from the table and crouched in front of her. With her hand
still locked in his, he put it to his heart, “I promise you, Charlie, right
now, I’ll never ever do something to you that you won’t agree to beforehand.”
He took his free hand and cupped her chin, and brought her eyes to his. “But
know this too, we’ll be talking about a lot of new ideas, things you’ve more
than likely never heard of.”

“Jake,” her
voice flat. “You don’t know Sarah.”

 He chuckled
as he brought her hand to his lips. “Actually, I do know Sarah. She’s a regular
at a club I go to. When you first told me about Sarah, I had to bite my tongue.
I hoped it’d be something we had in common. It wasn’t then, but maybe we’ll
work on that?”

Charlene
nodded through the tears welling in her eyes.

 Jake wiped
her tears away with the tips of his thumbs and cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t
cry on me, Charlie. I don’t think I could bear to see you cry. I’ll be good to
you, to us. I promise nothing but the best for you from this moment forward.
Say yes, Charlie, and you’ll never want for anything ever again.”

Charlene’s
stomach twisted in knots. Something told her she was already in that fast lane
and spiraling out of control. She never thought of Jake other than her gorgeous
hot mentor boss, now he was here, asking her if he could be something else,
something much deeper only Sarah would understand. She envisioned many phone
calls and visits to her promiscuous friend and then thought better of it. Sarah
would never let her live it down. She looked at Jake. “I don’t know what you
want from me, Jake.”

 “I don’t
want anything but I want it all, Charlene. I want to be your friend, your
mentor, your confidant.” He paused and leaned in closer so his lips were only a
breath away from hers. Against them he whispered, “your teacher, your lover,
your everything.”

“This is so
fast, Jake, I don’t know.”

“Charlie, do
you still trust me? Do you believe me when I tell you we’ll go at your pace?”

Before she
could reply his lips brushed hers — soft and hesitant, yet confident and
knowing. Charlie gave into the kiss and felt his strength wind it’s tendrils
through her veins. She felt the tide change as his kiss became more passionate,
more demanding as he pulled her close and locked his arms around her waist. She
leaned into his frame as if she’d done this a thousand times before, and wanted
to do it a thousand times again. She curled her fingers in his hair and
responded to his passion with a need of her own. She felt Jake’s hands cup her
bottom and pull her tight against him. She felt the bulge pressing against her
stomach and moaned.

Jake pulled
away, his eyes blazing with pure lust. “I’ve wanted to do this for fucking five
years, I’m not about to take you in a fucking kitchen,” he growled.

Charlene
shivered at his words. “I have a side room,” she whispered hesitantly while
pointing behind her.

Jake’s hands
never left her ass when he claimed her lips as he walked them toward the door
on the far side of the room. She pulled his shirt from his trousers, sliding
her hands under the thin material to splay them across his chest.

 “My god,”
she murmured against his lips, “you’re so hard and cut.”

Jake grinned
and replied with feigned surprise. “You’ve already seen my cock?”

Charlene
swatted at him and pulled out of his arms to turn and lead him into her private
space. She didn’t know why, but this seemed as natural as coming to his office
every day for the last five years. When she converted this space into a place
to sleep, she never once envisioned this would be the way she used it. She took
a cursory glance to make sure everything was in its place. After emptying so
many boxes, she wasn’t sure how exactly this room had been left and wasn’t sure
who actually organized it. Not that she thought Jake would care — but maybe he
would. Maybe he liked things neat and orderly. His office seldom had a paper
out of place for Christ’s sake.

Jake
followed closely behind her, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. His eyes swept
the room, much like Charlene’s, although he could be certain her inspection was
a far cry from what he looked for. He noticed the sturdy queen size bed with an
accommodating head and foot boards perfect for some simple restraints, a simple
desk and computer beneath the window with a perfect straight back chair nestled
underneath. There was a door, which he assumed led to a closet and a small
bureau adorned with some toiletries.

Charlene
stood nervously, as if waiting for some indication he approved of the
accommodations. Jake lovingly smiled at her, appreciating the innocent gesture
even if she wasn’t aware of it. He stepped toward the bed, sat down on the edge
and extended his hands out to her. “Come here, Charlene,” he said softly, but
with a tone of authority.

Not knowing
what else to do with herself, or her hands, she stepped toward him and closed
her hands in his. She let herself be drawn between his thighs and realized his
face was perfectly aligned with her breasts. He dropped her hands and ran his
up the outside of her thighs, over her waist up to her confined breasts and
gripped each one in his strong hands, eliciting a soft moan.

“Let your
hair down.”

Charlene
simply nodded and pulled the tie from her hair and tossed it casually onto the
bureau. She combed through her hair with her fingers, relishing the freedom
from its confinement.

“You’re so
beautiful with your hair down. I want it down all the time when you’re with me,”
Jake said as he continued to squeeze and knead her breasts, enjoying the look
of pleasure on her face.

Charlene
nodded again and murmured. “Okay.”

“Okay, isn’t
enough. Tell me you understood me, Charlene,” he replied sternly.

Charlene
jerked her head forward as the tone of his voice registered somewhere in a
thinking part of her brain. She looked down at him questioningly, “I understood
you, Jake. I’ll wear my hair down.”

Jake’s hands
grazed back down to her thighs, “Now unbutton your shirt for me. Start from the
bottom and work your way up.”