Bound by the Boss (BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

And
stopped.

A sob
bubbled out of her throat and she flopped, her breaths coming hard and fast. Mr
Evans’ hands came upon her thighs and she flinched.

“Hush.
Be still.”

Violet
whimpered as he peeled the straps down her thighs and air swept over her
swollen cunt. Shushing and whispering soothing words to her, Mr Evans coaxed
her to sitting.

“Stop
snivelling,” he ordered gruffly as he brushed a rough hand over her cheek.
“Pleasure and pain,” he reminded her.

Sliding
her towards the edge of the desk, he drew his chair forwards and settled
between her legs.

“Oh,
please don’t.” Violet
didn’t
think she could possibly
take anything more.

He gave
her a stern look. “I want to taste you.”

Mr Evans
dipped his tongue against her raw pussy with surprising tenderness, sweeping
over it as if trying to soothe the pain. His licked and suckled gently at her,
tasting her with appreciation. The heat of his mouth soon overcame the
tenderness of her pussy and she felt the faint throb of a gentle pleasure
building, entirely unlike the sharp orgasms the vibrator had given her. It
built slowly as his tongue probed and stroked at her, hitting her unexpectedly,
a
long and slow
and deliciously satisfying climax.

As he
came away from her, her scent filled the air and Violet gave him a shaky smile.
“Oh, thank you, M-Master,” she added hastily.

“You are
learning, Violet.” He swept a hand over his chin and licked at his fingers.
“You taste bloody delicious.” Grabbing her thighs, he slid her unresisting body
off the desk and rewarded her with a deep, consuming kiss.

Breaking
away unexpectedly, he set her abruptly away from him and scowled. Had she done
something wrong? Had she made him angry? More than anything, she wanted him to
kiss her again. Violet
didn’t
understand why after his
treatment of her but she felt connected to him. Some innate part of her called
for him to possess her entirely.

“You’re
a dangerous creature, Violet, and too beguiling for your own good,” he told her
harshly. “This is fucking, nothing more. Remember that.”

Surprised
by his sudden gruffness, she tilted her head and studied him. He felt it too,
she realised and he was scared. The thought of her dark, daunting boss
frightened by her brought a smile to her lips.

His eyes
narrowed and he snatched at the top of her arm, spinning her around and
slamming her bare breasts against the cold glass of the table. She gasped as he
pressed hard into her before pulling away. The rasp of his zipper sounded and
heat coiled in her stomach. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted that cock in her again.

Shivering
with anticipation as his hand dipped into her damp folds, she laid her cheek
against the glass, patiently awaiting her master.
Her master?
Fuck, she was in deep now.

But
then
his
fingers pressed against her tight puckered ring and she went rigid.
Oh God, not that.
She’d
tried anal
sex a couple of times and hadn’t enjoyed it.
And
those
guys had smaller cocks than Mr Evans!

She
pushed away from the table but Mr Evans shoved her back down with ease,
pressing one hand to the back of her neck. She struggled against him as his
finger probed her opening.

“Please
don’t, Mr Evans.”

“Master,”
he growled.

“Master,
please. I
don’t
want to. Your cock’s too big, it will
hurt.”

His
mouth came to her ear and he hissed angrily at her. “Do you think I care? You
are mine, Violet.
My fuck toy.
I’ll do what I want
with you, whether you like it or not.”

Her
pulse pounded and she could feel the prickle of sweat dancing up her spine. He
was right. He had her right where he wanted her and he could do whatever he
wanted. She fought against him again but with her hands bound behind her back,
it was useless.

He
wriggled a finger into her arse and she squealed and grimaced as he forced it
deeper. A second finger joined it and moved carefully in and out.

“How
does that feel?” he asked menacingly, obviously enjoying her discomfort.

“Stop,
please. It hurts.” Violet attempted to slide away from him but he kept a hard
grip on her. “Mr Evans, no!” she added as forcefully as she could as he pressed
back into her stealing the breath from her lungs.

“Be a
good girl,” he said with a lunge of his fingers. “Take my cock in your tight
little hole and I will reward you.”

“I-I
don’t want a reward. I don’t want your cock up my arse!”

“Sweetheart,
you don’t have much choice.”

Violet
felt the heat of his cock near her lips and she screamed as he thrust forwards.
He pushed into her pussy and, for a moment, Violet
was struck
by the hopeful notion he had just been teasing. To her dismay, he withdrew his
solid erection and lined it up with her tiny hole.

Fighting
with new vigour, she writhed beneath him but it was no good. The tip of his
slippery dick impaled her ring easily, still open from being finger fucked. She
gasped as it stretched her wide and he let it sit there for a moment.

“Fuck,
that’s tight.”

Mr Evans
edged forwards some more and Violet winced as his hard rod invaded further into
her arse. With one final push, he sank all the way into her, causing her to
shriek. Her arse burnt and she could feel his cock stretching and assaulting
her tight hole.

He
withdrew slowly, almost to the tip and Violet braced herself as he drove back
into her. As her arse loosened around him, he picked up the pace, stabbing at
her until she was crying and pleading with him to stop.

Ignoring
her cries, Mr Evans continued on, fucking her arse as if he was fucking a
soaking pussy. Violet gave up fighting, quickly discovering the more she
fought, the worse it was and she lay limply against the desk and allowed him to
pound into her.

His
breaths became harsh and his cock twitched inside of her. It sent an odd
fission through her body and her cunt pulsed with need. He must have felt it as
he brought one finger to her clit and began stroking carefully at her still
tender cleft.

As he
continued to drive his shaft into her, a flush of pleasure raced underneath her
skin and she tensed and shifted, his fingers causing her pussy to throb and
swell.

“That’s
it, slut,” he urged. “Come for me.”

Playing
deftly with her bud, he brought her to the edge before gripping at her hips and
ploughing into her. She groaned as a shudder racked her and her body tensed as
the pleasure reached its peak, bursting from her abused cunt and arse all
through her.

This
sent Mr Evans over the edge and he came with a muttered curse, filling her arse
with his scorching seed. He pulled away quickly, leaving her arse open and
gaping. She took a moment to gather her breath and then glanced around
hesitantly to see him running a hand over his face.

“Fuck.”
He paced, darting looks at her as she lay limply across his desk. “Fuck, fuck
fuck
. It wasn’t meant to be like this.”

Violet
managed to peel herself away from the table and wavered on her feet. Mr Evans
noticed this and coaxed her into his chair. She frowned at this oddly caring
move. In fact, everything that had just happened made her confused.
He’d
just fucked her arse when she had distinctly said no.
She was not willing, yet somehow it had been the best orgasm of her life.

“I’ll
get cum on the seat,” she said quietly.

He waved
his hand dismissively and stalked over to the fridge in the corner, wrenching
it open and pulling out a beer and cracking it. He downed some as Violet
observed the bob of his Adam’s apple before holding it out to her. She drank
gratefully, some of it dribbling down her chin as he tilted it for her.

“What’s
wrong?” she asked meekly.

Mr Evans
stopped and stared at her. “
This
was meant to be no more than fucking,
Violet. You were meant to be my slave no more, no less.”

“Am I
not your slave? I mean, I just did everything you wanted.”

He leant
over, placing his hands on the arms of the chair and fixing her with his
intense gaze. “You feel it too. This is more than…than just sex.”

“Damn
right it is
,
you fucked my arse!” she said
indignantly.

“You’re
telling me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Her
heart fluttered as his dark eyes bore into hers. After that amazing orgasm, she
was convinced there was no other man for her now. Jesus,
he’d
taught her more about herself in the space of an hour than any other man had
achieved in many nights of sex.

Violet
flushed. “Well, I…no, but
I
…”

“Exactly.”
He dropped onto his knees in
front of her and reached around her, loosening the tie and releasing her hands.
She rubbed at her wrists and he took them carefully into his large hands,
caressing the tender skin. “You were meant to be a good fuck, but you’re bloody
more than that, Violet. And now…”

“What?”

“Now I
don’t want to share you.”

“Share
me?” she spluttered. What the fuck did he mean?

“Mr
Harrison should be here shortly.”

“And?”
She blinked. “You mean you were
going to share me with him?”

He
nodded grimly.

“But-but
I never agreed to that! I was going to be your slave. I-I want to be your
slave. Yours alone,” she added huskily.

Mr Evans
cupped her chin.
“Me too, sweetheart.
But you did
agree to this, it’s all in the contract and Mr Harrison is expecting a fuck.”

She
crossed her arms over her bare chest. “Well, tell him he can’t have one.”

“It’s
not that easy.
He’s
from the head office. He’ll
probably fire you and chuck me out on my arse too.”

“He
can’t do that, surely?”

“He can
do what he wants, Violet, he’s the boss.” He eyed her seriously.  “You
want to be my slave?”

Violet
stared at her hands. She did. For some fucked up reason, she wanted nothing
more than to service him every hour of the day. She wanted him to use and abuse
her body just as he already had. Bloody hell, she was a submissive, just like
she’d
read in all those BDSM novels.
Who’d
have known?

A smile
twitched on her lips and she met his gaze. “Yes.”

Mr Evan
grinned with satisfaction. “Good, because you are one horny little slut and I
have so many more uses for that body.
But first
, for
me, fuck Mr Harrison.
I’ll
be here, watching. I’ll
look after you.”

She
gulped and hesitated, even though she knew what the answer was. “I’ll do it.”

“Good
girl.” He patted her leg as he stood and drew her to her feet. “Lie across the
desk, he likes that.”

“Should
I clean myself up first?”

He
observed
the cum
dripping down her legs and shook his
head. “No, he’ll like it.”

Fighting
the urge to smooth down her non-existent clothes, she positioned herself across
the desk, her bottom facing the door. “Like this?”

His
followed her around and his shoe nudged her feet apart. “That’s it,” he said.
“Fuck, I could screw you again so easily. Your holes are so bloody tempting.”

A knock
at the door made her jump and her heartbeat kicked up as she waited, completely
on display for another man.

“Come
in.”

The door
opened but Violet kept her eyes shut, the humiliation burning through her body.

“Patrick,”
a deep voice greeted sharply. “So this is the one then. You were right, she’s
bloody stunning.”

His cold
hands touched her bottom and she squealed in surprise. He trailed his fingers
up her spine, around the side of her breast and back over her bottom before
tracing her folds.

“A
natural submissive,” he murmured.

Violet
opened her eyes to see Mr Evans watching her intently. She locked her gaze onto
his and it gave her courage. She would do this for her master.

The rasp
of a zipper sounded and the head of Mr Harrison’s erection prodded her
entrance. She tensed as his cold hands grasped her hips and he lunged quickly,
skewering her slick channel easily. No waiting around with this one, she
thought, supressing a silly giggle.

Mr
Harrison fucked her
roughly
as Mr Evans stared at her
with a nebulous look in his eyes. As he grunted and groaned, Violet
couldn’t
help but spot the erection straining at her
master’s trousers.
This was turning him on
. The knowledge emboldened her
and sent a rush of gratification down to her pussy. What she had just been
tolerating now turned into enjoyment and she bucked back into Mr Harrisons
thrusts.