Bound by the Boss (BDSM Erotica) (2 page)

Peeking
at the contract again, she chewed at her lip. The money would be handy.
And
she could go on holiday. The company had villas in the
Canaries. Perhaps she could play his game long enough to get a holiday and save
up some cash.

“If I do
this, what happens if I change my mind?”

“Same
as any contract.
You work notice.
A week.
And
you’ll get a healthy severance package.
Enough to pay your
rent for the next year probably.”

“So if I
change my mind, I still have to...to be your slave for a week?”

He
nodded.

Her body
pounded in anticipation as she considered her options. She could
give it a try
. If she hated it, she could put up with a week
of his attentions, and gain a nice sum of cash at the end of it, and if she
liked it…well, either way,
she’d
get his cock inside
of her. She was
fairly sure
she could put up with
quite a bit to give that a try.

“Okay,
I’ll do it.”

Mr Evans
didn’t
smile, just nodded again, a glint of triumph in
his dark eyes. Handing her a pen, he shucked off his suit jacket and laid it
over the back of his chair as she leaned over the desk and scribbled her
signature.

Before
she could straighten, Mr Evans came around behind her and pushed his hips
against her bottom. She could feel his erection through her dress, hard and
swollen. Peering at him over her shoulder, she noted the predatory look in his
expression and a shudder trailed over her. What had she let herself in
for
?

“You-you
want to start now?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“You
want to as well, Violet. I know your pussy is slick and ready for me.
Especially after your little…private time.”

Violet
snapped her gaze back to the glass desk. “You…you saw?”

“We do
have CCTV, remember?”

“Oh
God.”

“Don’t
worry, slut, I’ll be sure to bring to a much more satisfying climax if you
behave yourself. Just remember with pain comes pleasure.” His hands came around
her, cupping at her breasts and pulling them free from her tight dress. He
pinched at her nipples, causing her to squeal before massaging and tugging
carefully at them, making her womb clench.
“See? Be a good girl, take what I give you and
you’ll always be rewarded.”

She
nodded furiously as he continued to caress her hard nipples.
A
bit of pain, right?
How bad could it be? She
could
do this.

A hand
curled into her glossy brown hair and yanked her to her feet. She screamed as
he whirled her around, her scalp burning. Releasing her hair, Mr Evans stepped
back and ran his gaze over her.

“Show me
your pussy.” She hesitated for a moment and he gripped at her chin, forcing her
frightened gaze to his sinister one. “Show me your pussy.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Master.”

“Yes,
Master.”

Sliding
her skirt up her legs, she revealed her slippery sex to him, still exposed
after
she’d
been unable to adjust her knickers. Mr Evans’
eyes alighted on her folds and a small smile twitched on his lips.

“Nice.”
He stroked at the tiny strip of hair above her lips. “But this will have to go.
I
don’t
want anything between us when we fuck. Be sure
to wax before next time.”

God, now
he was telling her how to groom herself?
The rebellious side
of her warred with the silly, whimpering part of her that simpered and sighed
at his brusque words.
But then
his fingers
probed beneath her folds and she forgot what had her so riled.

Circling
at her clit, much as she had when
she’d
masturbated,
his other hand came to the zip of her dress and drew it down. Violet exhaled as
the tight fabric released her squashed breasts. He took his hand away from her
sex for just a moment as he pulled the dress from her, coaxing her to step out
of it.

With one
swift movement, he tore her underwear from her, leaving her entirely exposed in
nothing other than her heels. Violet
couldn’t
help but
slap her hands across herself in shock. Though hardly modest normally, standing
naked in his office with him still in his shirt and trousers left her feeling
acutely exposed.

Growling,
Mr Evans grabbed her hands and tore them away from her. “Never hide yourself
from me.
Never.”

To
ensure she understood the consequences, he brought his hand back to her cunt,
squeezing her clit between her fingers until she whimpered and tried to wriggle
from his gasp.

“This is
my cunt now, to do with as I wish. I
don’t
care if
you’re embarrassed or uncomfortable. This is about what I want, do you
understand?”

“Yes,
yes,” she squealed as her clit burned under his fingers.

“Yes,
what?”

“Yes,
Master. Please…” she begged, tears pricking in her eyes.

He
released her nub and Violet sagged against him as the blood rushed back into
her pussy, creating an odd ache.

“Pleasure
and pain, remember?”

Tucking
her bottom lip between her teeth, Violet gave a tiny nod. Her skin prickled in
anticipation as his hand came back to her cunt and thread its way through her
soaking folds. With a sudden thrust, he plunged two fingers into her as his
other hand curled possessively around the back of her neck. Mr Evans worked his
fingers in and out of her vigorously, making her legs shake. Just as she
thought she might come, he withdrew his hand and pinched roughly at her cunt
again.

Covering
her cry with his mouth, he tasted greedily at her and the pain faded as the
heat of his tongue invaded her mouth. She clung to his shoulders, savouring his
kiss even as his fingers remained firmly on her clit. He kissed her like a man
possessed, murmuring her name. Did he need her as much as she needed him?

And
then
he
pushed back into her slick heat and she exploded against the heel of his hand
as he pressed forcefully against her abused sex. Shuddering and bucking, her
climax continued as Mr Evans toyed with her nub.

Before
she was aware what was happening, Mr Evans had drawn her up against him and
hefted her legs around his hips. He must have unzipped himself as his hot cock
pressed against her. Without ceremony, he carried her to the window and pressed
her bare back against the cold glass, drawing a gasp from her. Just as swiftly,
he impaled her onto his rock hard erection, easily invading her soaking sheath.

A feral
rumble emanated from Mr Evans as he ploughed into her, hardly giving her a
moment to adjust to the size of him in her. She cried out as he pounded her
against the window, giving her little choice but to hold on and
take it
.

“That’s
it, little slut, take it deep.”

Barely
recovered from her last orgasm, Violet was astonished to feel another one
building already. Fuck, who was this man?
And
why was
his brutal treatment of her such a turn on?

The
glass shuddered behind her as he thrust
again and again
,
his fat dick gliding into her heat with ease.

“Oh God,
Master,” she breathed as her cunt convulsed around him. She clenched her eyes
shut as the pleasure rolled through her, more powerful than anything
she’d
ever experienced before.

With a
grunt, Mr Evans pulled himself from her and dropped her to the ground.
“On your knees,” he snapped.

Still
dazed, Violet obeyed unthinkingly.

“Open
your mouth.” Mr Evans fisted his cock over her, closing his eyes and releasing
a low moan as his
jizz
spurted out, splattering into
her open mouth and dripping onto her chest.

Mr Evans
smirked at her shocked expression as she gulped down what cum had landed in her
mouth. She resisted the temptation to wrinkle her nose.
She’d
never liked the taste of cum but she doubted very much he would care.

“Stand
up.”

Violet
came to her feet, her weak legs juddering beneath her. She clasped her hands
behind her and held her breath as she waited for her next order. Bloody hell,
he’d
turned her into a sub already. She just hoped he had
more use for her. After that mind-blowing climax, all she wanted was more.
Apparently
it was Mr Evans that was missing from her sex
life.

His hard
gaze trailed over her, eyeing the white cream on her chest with a look of
satisfaction. “Sit on the desk.”

Eager to
obey, Violet scurried over and perched herself on the desk facing the window.
As she stared out at the dark evening, she wondered vaguely if anyone had seen
them, if anyone could see her now. A glance at Mr Evans’ slightly swollen cock
assured her that she
didn’t
care.

“Spread
your legs.”

Violet
parted her thighs and fixed a carefully seductive expression onto her face. His
cock twitched but he
didn’t
look amused and he tucked
it back into his suit trousers and zipped them up. Sitting down in his leather
office chair, he slid towards her and yanked open a draw. Pulling out an odd
shaped plastic object with straps attached to it, he smirked as her forehead
furrowed in confusion. What was he doing?

“This is
a vibrator, Violet.
I’m
sure you’re familiar with
them. I bet you’ve rammed a vibrator up that tight cunt more than once.”

“Yes,
but not like that. That’s not meant to go…up me, is it?”

He
laughed. “No, you’re
right,
this is just for your
clit.”

Slipping
one strap over her high heel, he then did the same with the other and drew it
all the way to her juncture. The rubber of the vibrator
was
shaped
perfectly to settle against her clit.

Pulling
out a black box with a flourish, Mr Evans grinned as he pressed his thumb
against it.

Violet
let out a startled cry as the vibrator sprang to life, instantly stimulating
her pussy. As quickly as it had started, with a flick of his thumb, it stopped
and she sagged.

He
stood, loosening his tie and drawing it from his collar. “Put your hands behind
your back.”

Violet
stiffened, He wanted to tie her up.
She’d
be entirely
at his mercy.

A sharp
slap to her thigh had her obeying immediately and he promptly bound her hands
behind her back with his tie, yanking tightly on it so that the silk held her
wrists firm. She gave an experimental tug and realised there would be no
escape. Violet snorted to herself. Twisted man that he was, he was probably an
expert in knots.

Settling
back into his chair, Mr Evans pushed her to one side, her bottom squeaking
across the glass, and reached across for some papers that sat on his desk.
Clicking the end of a pen, he bent his head and scribbled away at something,
his brow creased in thought.

Darting
her gaze from him to the vibrator, Violet fidgeted.
“M-Mr
Evans?”

Slap.
She cried out as
his hand swatted at the inside of her thigh. A bright red handprint immediately
bloomed on her pale skin and she bit her lip to control her whimper.

Recognising
he wanted her silent, Violet sat and waited, the only sounds the scratching of
his pen and their breaths. He glanced up at her once before turning his
attention back to his papers. She may have sat there for a mere ten minutes but
it felt longer and she shivered as her body cooled under the air conditioning.

Abruptly
the vibrator came to life, buzzing incessantly against her cunt. She released a
groan and bucked as it tickled against her sensitive bud, the vibrations so
powerful that it immediately made her sex twitch and quiver. With no escape
from the pulsations, she writhed on top of his desk.

Mr Evans
paid her no attention and continued with his work even as she flopped back, her
hips rolling with each vibration. Her hands
were trapped
uncomfortably beneath her but she was past caring as an orgasm thundered
through her.

The
noise of the vibrator changed to a high-pitched whirr.

“Fuck!”
she cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The
sensation of the wildly vibrating rubber was now becoming painful but still her
pussy pulsed and twitched. She rolled across his desk in an attempt to wriggle
away from it but there was no release and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

“Please,”
she implored Mr Evans. “Please, Master, please,” she sobbed.

Her
cleft was a fiery ball of agony as the vibrator continued its unrelenting
torture. Mr Evans flicked a cold look towards her as he tapped the end of his
pen against his chin and then turned his attention back to his work. The awful
scalding pleasure built and built and she curled up, weeping as it reached its
peak.