Just Another Day at the Office (6 page)

The shower seemed to loosen her muscles up some. When she finished with that, she put on her new “uniform” for the day, if you could even call it that—a navy blue crotch-less lace teddy. See-through lace, no less. And it already was rubbing uncomfortably over her tits, making them stand up as straight and proud as they ever had.

She slipped into a pair of strappy stiletto heels that he’d insisted on and then put a trench coat over it all, even though it was June in Texas, the temps were due to hit triple digits that day, and her car’s AC didn’t work. Jayson had been adamant that she wasn’t to wear anything else, and that she was to remove the coat as soon as she stepped inside his house.

On her way out the door, she just grabbed a cereal bar from the pantry since she was already running late, but then she thought better of it. If yesterday was any indication, she’d need as much energy as she could get. Heading back inside, Chelsea picked up another cereal bar, a bottle of juice from the fridge, and a banana. She picked up a string cheese, too, before closing the fridge, and then she rushed out the door.

Traffic was a nightmare on the Dallas North Tollway, as usual at this time of day. Why the heck did he have to live in Frisco? And why did they have to meet at his house instead of at the office? Not that she particularly wanted to do whatever he intended to do with a bunch of others looking on at the office, but that wasn’t the point. She’d specifically looked for a job near her apartment so she wouldn’t have to deal with this crap and the problems her car would undoubtedly face because of it.

Her little Mazda 3 puttered and shook like the engine was going to die every time she got caught in a backup and had to slow to a near-stop. “Come on, girl. Hold it together,” she muttered when it did it a fourth time in less than ten minutes. Finally, the traffic ahead started moving again, and she hit the gas. It smoothed out, and the 121 exit was just ahead.

Chelsea hit her blinker, pulled over to the exit ramp, and finally was almost to his house. She moved easily onto Highway 121 and took the Preston exit. But then a traffic light up ahead turned red. “Damn it.” She pressed on the brake and went through the shimmy-shake routine again, praying that the light would change before she got to it and had to fully stop.

It didn’t.

When she came to a full stop, the engine sputtered again and then died.

Chelsea put it in park, turned on her hazards, and let her forehead drop to the steering wheel. How could this day get any worse? And damn, it had just barely gotten started. Without lifting her head, she dug around in her purse for her cell phone and dialed Jayson’s number.

It only rang once. “Where the fuck are you? You’re late.”

“I’m about three blocks away, I think. My car died.”

A cowboy in a Hummer pulled up beside her and rolled down his window. “You okay?” he yelled across at her over his loud engine and the nearby highway traffic. “Need me to call someone to help you?”

“Who is that?” Jayson asked in her ear.

How the hell was she supposed to know that? “Just some guy.”

“You’re going to melt in that coat in this heat, sugar,” the Hummer guy called out, waggling his eyebrows at her from beneath his cowboy hat. “You must not be from around here.”

“Will he give you a ride?” Jayson pressed.

Chelsea frowned. “Hold on.” Then she turned to the Hummer guy. “Can you give me a ride? I’m only about three blocks from where I’m headed.”

He grinned back at her with an unmistakable leer. “Sure, doll. Anything you need.”

Jayson apparently heard every bit of that. “Go with him and take off your coat as soon as you get in his truck. When you get to my place, have him pull into the garage and see if he wants a quick fuck as thanks. There are condoms in your coat pocket. I’ll send a tow truck to get your car and have them take it to my mechanic. Once you’re here and he’s finished fucking you, I’ll come out to get you.”

“Do what?” Chelsea squeaked. He was an even sicker bastard than she’d thought. She couldn’t just have sex with any old random stranger, condom or no.

“You heard me.” Then the phone clicked off.

“You coming or not, sugar? The light’s about to change.”

Taking a deep breath, she gathered up her purse and phone. “I’m coming.” Possibly in more ways than one, before too much longer. She opened the passenger door and climbed in. The trench coat spread apart almost up to her crotch as she slid into place on the seat, and his eyes followed every bit of her bare legs. Chelsea steeled herself for courage. “Mind if I take this off?” Before he could answer, she quickly undid the buttons and pulled it off her shoulders.

The cowboy’s gaze turned dark and hungry as he looked over her body, taking in her taut nipples pressing against the sheer lace. “You can do anything you want, baby doll. Where we headed?” He reached a hand over and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her over to the center seat so she was pressed right up next to him.

She told him the address and he took off when the light changed, moving that hand down to separate her thighs. He trailed a finger over the outside of her pussy lips. She was already wet and ready, and she shuddered at the way-too-intimate-for-a-stranger contact against her swollen vulva.

“Damn, sugar.” Two big fingers plunged inside her, deep and insistent, finger fucking her the rest of the way to Jayson’s house. He used his palm to press against her aching clit, rubbing up and down and creating a painfully delicious friction.

She needed something to do with her hands or else she’d be touching her tits, so she reached over to the bulge in his jeans and rubbed his hard girth through them. He wasn’t as big as Jayson, and she couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

By the time they pulled into the garage, she was already about to come, with her right foot twitching against the console.

The garage door closed behind them and Chelsea reached for her trench coat, digging frantically through the pockets for a condom. “I need to pay you,” she mumbled. Her need to have a hard cock inside her was making any attempt at clear thought next to impossible, particularly when he’d added another finger after he’d put the Hummer in park.

He tried to pull her back next to him. “I don’t need no money, baby doll, but I sure wouldn’t say no to a blow job.”

Her hands fell on all sorts of things that felt kinky, but weren’t condoms. Finally, she found a condom and pulled it out. “Fuck me. Please, God, I need you to fuck me,” she said, handing it to him while she worked at his belt buckle.

The cowboy chuckled. “Now that’s my kind of payment.” He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and undid his jeans zipper. Once his cock came up through his boxers and the open zipper, he put the condom on and grabbed for her.

Chelsea straddled him and lowered onto his dick. It was decidedly smaller than Jayson’s, both in length and in girth, but still as big as any other she’d had inside her before yesterday, at least. One stroke was all it took for her orgasm to hit, and she called out as she rode him.

“So damn tight,” he ground out. He thrust his hips up, hard and fast, slapping his sac against her ass. His hands were all over her breasts, pinching and tweaking and squeezing. She arched her back, driving them further into his grip. The force of his thrusts increased until her back was slamming against the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare in time with their fucking.

When his cock swelled inside her and his balls tightened like they were about to spew, he let go of her hips and then started slapping her tits. His slaps were sharp and stung at first. Tears sprang to Chelsea’s eyes and she called out in pain, but he only fucked her more insistently then, as though causing her pain gave him pleasure.

After a few more smacks, he bit down on one of her tits through the lace of her teddy and she moaned. Then he was slapping her ass and her thighs and rolling her nipples between his teeth all at the same damn time. It hurt like hell, but it also sent a flood of wetness down to her pussy and a zing of intense heat straight to her clit. The more pain he caused, the more she wanted him to keep doing it, for some sick, twisted reason.

Good God. Twenty-four hours into this so-called “job,” and already she was a kinky, sex-crazed slut.

“Touch your clit,” he commanded between bites.

Reaching down between their bodies, she found her clitoris and rubbed it frenetically. A few more spanks and bites and thrusts, and she was screaming over him again with fireworks going off behind her eyes as he shot his load deep inside her. For several minutes, she stayed like that, spread out over him as he ran soothing hands over her tender, aching flesh.

But then the passenger side door of the Hummer opened and Jayson stood there, his eyes crazy with lust. “Thanks for getting her here safely, man. I’ll take over from here.” Jayson picked up her purse and trench coat, then held out a hand for her.

The cowboy winked at her. Chelsea awkwardly climbed off the semi-hard cock still buried deep in her pussy and moved across the seat. Jayson lifted her out and set her on her unsteady legs, then shut the door. While she regained her bearings, the garage door opened and the cowboy drove off.

Jayson lifted her head and kissed her, his tongue moving possessively inside her mouth. It shocked her. He hadn’t ever kissed her before. It had just been strictly sex yesterday—all forced blowjobs and shoving crazy things up her holes and screwing her until she couldn’t walk—no tenderness or anything. He pulled her tight against him and his hard cock pressed into her belly as his hands roved all over her—her hair, her ass, her breasts, her back, her thighs.

After a minute, he pulled back, still kneading her butt cheeks. “Good girl. You did exactly what I wanted you to do.” Then with a hand clamped down on her ass again, he directed her through a door and into his house. He led her through a series of hallways and down a few steps to another closed door.

When he opened it, Chelsea sucked in a breath. It was a home movie theater with a live view of the inside of the garage airing on the big screen—in HD, no less. A table stood next to a Lazy Boy in the middle of the room, with an array of sex toys spread out on it, plus a huge stack of DVDs off to the side.

Chelsea stopped short at the sight before her. Jayson pushed her on ahead when she tried to back up against him. She was no match for his strength. When he got her to the middle of the room, he held her still as she cautiously scanned the toys on his table.

“You liked him spanking you, didn’t you?” he murmured in her ear. “Slapping your tits and whatnot? It got you off.”

“I—you—you watched that?”

He moved a hand down between her legs and stroked along her very wet, very swollen slit until she squirmed. “Every. Last. Fucking. Second.” Jayson placed a bite along her neck to punctuate each word. “I saw how hard you came when he was rough with you. I think we’ll do more of the same today.”

Her eyes were about as big around as her tits, but filled with mad need. Maybe, if things went well, he could even break out his spanking horse and use it with her before the day was through.

One thing at a time, though.

The first item on the agenda for today was getting another plug in her ass. Jayson put his hand at the back of her neck and pushed, bending her over the arm of his Lazy Boy until her ass was sticking up in the air for him. She tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, and wouldn’t stop squirming, so he decided to make things a little easier on them both.

Before doing anything else, he pulled both her arms behind her back and held them still in one hand. Then he picked up a blindfold from his toy table and slipped it over her head.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

Jayson saw no reason to answer her though. The anticipation, the not knowing what was coming…all of it would be good for her.

Then he grabbed a pair of handcuffs—the good ones he’d gotten from a cop back in his playing days—and secured her wrists in place. She tried to kick him, so he situated his legs in a manner that he blocked hers. She couldn’t move them without moving him, and that wasn’t going to happen.

As a final touch, he picked up a ball gag, pulled her head back by the hair, and pressed it to her lips. “Open.” She didn’t, so he pinched her nose. When she ran out of air, her lips parted enough that he could press it into place between her teeth. He made quick work of fastening it behind her head.

She whimpered and squirmed, but that was the best she could do with her current predicament.

He sat in his chair and pulled her over his lap, trapping her legs beneath one thigh so she couldn’t get free. Chelsea was already more than just a little aroused, so he put his little rabbit vibrator beneath her clit where it was held in place by his leg, and then immediately started working the third butt plug into her tight ass.

She moaned and writhed and squirmed, especially as he got it deep enough that it was stretching her little sphincter wider than she’d ever had it stretched before. Jayson pulled it out, added more lube, and then started pressing it in again.