Bound by the Boss (BDSM Erotica) (4 page)

“Wild
one you got here, Patrick,” Mr Harrison growled. “Say, do you want some?”

Violet
willed him on with her eyes and he nodded curtly.
“Why not?”

She
found herself hauled up by her hair and dragged over to the leather couch that
occupied one side of the office. With a heavy push, Mr Harrison pressed her
over the edge of the arm so her bottom thrust into the air. Barely taking a
moment to let her get used to the position, he plunged back into her, screwing
her with renewed enthusiasm.

Mr Evans
pulled out his hard shaft and settled onto the couch, bringing his cock up to
her mouth. Violet took it gratefully and sucked greedily as Mr Harrison pushed
her head down onto him. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged but
a glance at her master’s face encouraged her, and she continued to take him as
far back as she could.

As Mr
Evans’ face contorted with pleasure, so did her pussy and Mr Harrison drove
himself into her with increasing speed. With a moan, he spilled into her, the
feel of his cum against her walls triggering her own climax. She groaned around
Mr Evans’ cock as her cunt twitched.

Finally
pulling out from her, Mr Harrison zipped himself up and patted at her bottom.
“She’s a good girl this one. I’ll leave you to it, Patrick.”

And
with that, he left them. Neither
of them took much notice, too absorbed in their own world, Violet intent on
giving her new master as much pleasure as possible. A low groan arose from his
chest and he gripped at her head as he prodded the back of her throat. His hips
came away from the couch as his shaft went tense before exploding into her
mouth. She swallowed the salty cum down, all thoughts of her dislike of it
gone. Instead, she ate it up as if it were a delicacy and then licked his cock
clean like she had read about in erotica books.

Mr Evans
stroked at her hair as she finished, eyeing her with a grin. She met his gaze
and offered him a timid smile.

“Thank
you,” he said.

“I did
it for you.”

“You’re
a good girl.
A good slave.”
He came to sitting and
dragged her into his lap, playing absently with her nipples. “It was hot to
watch you being fucked by someone else, but you won’t be doing that again. Once
is enough. From now on, the only cock going up that cunt is mine.”

Violet
nodded eagerly,
a warmth
settling into her chest at
his words.

“He
won’t want to fuck me again?”

“I’ll
just tell him you wanted out and worked your weeks’ notice.” He stroked a thumb
across her nose. “So you’ll be my whore permanently?”

“I said
I would, didn’t I?”

“You’ll
still get all the perks.”

“I don’t
need any perks.” It was funny how a holiday in the Canaries had lost all its
appeal, especially if it
wasn’t
with her master.

Standing
suddenly, she sauntered over to the desk, knowing his eyes
would
be glued
on the sway of her arse. She grabbed the contract and swivelled
around to face him. He eyed her warily.

“You can
consider this contract void, Master,” she said with a grin as she tore it in
two and flung it in the bin.

“What
the fuck?”

Strolling
back over to him, she straddled him and took his face into her hands. “I don’t
need a contract, Master. I only need you. I am yours and you are mine, aren’t
you?”

“Too
bloody right,” he said with vigour as he kissed her greedily. “I knew I wanted
you from the moment you came for your interview, you dirty little whore you.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Well, you didn’t think I hired you for your
skills, did you?”

Arousal
flooded her pussy immediately and she sighed with contentment.
Whatever the hell
it was that was missing, she had found it.

“But
some of those terms still stand,” he muttered between kisses. “Holidays…time
off…and you are
not
remaining in that shitty flat of yours.”

“But I
don’t nee—”

He
smacked her arse, making her gasp and leaving it stinging. “Pleasure and pain
remember? You are going to need those things after all I’ve
got
planned for you.
You’ll
deserve some pleasure. And if
I can’t take my slave to the company villa, then what’s the point in being the
boss?”

“Oh,”
she breathed. “Good.” Excitement bubbled up inside of her as his hands stroked
over her body and his mouth claimed hers again. Whatever he had planned for
her, she was more than looking forward to it. He squeezed a nipple between his
fingers and she moaned.

“Oh,
Mr Evans.”

He swatted
sharply at her arse.
“Master.”

She
grinned. If he thought that was a deterrent, he had another thing coming.

“Oh, Mr
Evans...”

The End

About
the author

By
day, J.A. Bailey is a prim and proper English secretary to a multinational
corporation, but behind closed doors, she loves nothing more than to than to
turn her fantasies into reality.
And
if she's not
acting them out, she's writing them down.

When her Master lets her off her leash that is...

J.A's
stories all involve strong, virile men, intelligent women and the raunchiest
scenarios possible. She believes there is nothing sexier than a hot woman at
the feet of her gorgeous
master
.

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