PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels)

Published by Xcite Books – 2012
ISBN 9781908917614

Copyright © Kristal Baird 2012

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

This is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author's imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One

T
HIS WAS GOING
to be like no interview she had ever known.

Cally Hammond smiled frostily. Those were the exact words she had overheard her boss, Joe Mathers, at
City News
, saying over the phone. She looked at the gleaming gold plaque on the discreet office building, then at the piece of paper he had given her. They matched. Stone Enterprises.

Yes. This was the right place.

And she really wanted the job. Only not this job.

The thought of this one, frankly, had her quaking in her stilettos. But to get the promotion that Mathers had promised her, she had to get herself hired as personal assistant to Jake Stone.

Mathers, publishing tycoon and owner of
City News Exposé
, was finally giving her, his intern, a chance to prove herself as an investigative journalist. Funny really; she’d almost begun to believe he never would. Up until now he’d acted more like a sexual predator, making his dirty little innuendos. As if she was ever going to sleep with an arrogant bastard like him. And he was married.

Cally shivered as she recalled the torments of the past weeks, having to bite back the desire to punch Mathers, scuppering her own future career as she did it. Mathers was constantly brushing invisible fluff off her breasts, fingers hesitating over her nipples, which was where the recalcitrant lint always seemed to be found, taking a lot of effort on his part to remove it. He was always referring to her
pert titties
, when he got her alone in his office – which was often. And for no good reason. Even the words he used to describe her own body parts to her made her cringe.

Every chance Mathers got, he stroked his big mitt along the cleft of her bottom, fingers dipping as deep as they dared when he ordered her to pick something up off the lowest shelf of his bookcase. So much so, she’d taken to wearing drumskin-tight skirts as a barrier to the unwanted violation. But he seemed to like that even more. He’d just taken to looking up her skirts at her panties, acting like a dog around a bitch on heat.

She couldn’t seem to avoid it, short of resigning, he so actively pursued her. Frankly, Mathers treated her more like his own personal sex toy than the trainee journalist she was. He had never taken her seriously. Until now. She had to make the most of this chance to prove herself. If only to get a better job, away from him.

The modern, smoky grey windows of the office guarded their secrets well. Cally got a great view of her own reflection in them, though. Looking good. Looking great, actually. Miss Über PA. Sexy enough to interest a man like Jake Stone, if her intel was right. The thought of what she was going undercover to expose in the city presses, to escape a similar fate with Mathers, struck her as ironic. But if she could ruin even one of those powerful, abusive bastards, she was prepared to take one for the team of working womankind.

Inside the building, focused on his laptop, Jake Stone smiled back at her. His hidden surveillance cameras gave him a perfect view of his new client’s woman, as she admired herself in the dark glass. And there was plenty to admire.

Jake looked over the tight little skirt she’d worn that outlined her thighs, revealing the promise between. He blessed his high resolution technology as he zeroed in on a perfect set of nipples, hardened and peaked under the satin shine of her blouse. Wears flimsy underwear. No wonder Mathers could hardly keep his furtive fingers off his intern long enough to get her trained to his will.

Slender and curvy in all the right places. Jake was looking forward to this job already. He’d created the perfect scenario to lure her here, for his client. And he was getting paid a shed-load of money to have what, for him, would be very good time. He could feel his cock getting stiff at the prospect.

Cally turned away from her reflection. She flicked her long hair back over her shoulder and smoothed her hands over her knee-length skirt. Jake Stone would get just enough of her to keep him interested. Just enough to get her the job and keep her employed. Just until she had her story. Then she’d tell the pervert where he could get off. In column inches. Shafted.

Mathers had briefed her all about the sort of PA Jake Stone sought. The sort of PA he hired, but never kept long, under the strict demands of his employment. This sham interview was the golden opportunity for her to prove she had what it took to get a really good story for her newspaper. She wanted to reveal the trauma of being a submissive assistant to a powerful, dominating boss, who broke every employment law under the sun.

Just a pity she couldn’t do the same to Mathers, but no question about it, she was prepared to do whatever it took. All without Jake Stone finding out she wasn’t the real deal. It was going to take every bit of nerve she had.

Cally’s smile grew sunnier now she had it all sorted out in her mind. No matter what unaware, innocent young woman Mr Stone might think he was getting, she would have everything under control.

She pushed through the double glass doors which whooshed briskly closed behind her and passed an unmanned reception desk. Jake Stone’s name was clearly outlined on a plaque on his door – he loved his gold plaques – so she knocked sharply and entered.

Sitting across the room, behind a huge mahogany desk, was a man. Not an older man, like Mathers. About mid-30s. Not an ugly man either. Rather gorgeous, actually. Her heart skipped a beat. And she was still only looking at the top of his head. Thick, dark hair, short, well groomed. He hadn’t even looked up yet.

She cleared her throat. ‘I did knock,’ she explained.

He failed to acknowledge her. Cally began to feel a little uncomfortable. She wanted to fill the silence that grew around her while he continued to read the papers in a folder on his desk. ‘Shall I wait outside?’

Her left her standing there feeling more and more awkward.

Cally tried to make the decision for him. ‘I can see you’re busy.’ Geez, the least he could do was say something. Anything. ‘I’ll wait outside.’

She got to the door. Just as she opened it to leave, he spoke. ‘Shut the door.’

She presumed he meant behind her and tried to slip through the opening.

‘How dare you enter my officewithout permission?’ His tone was cool, modulated. Dangerous. Sexy as hell.

‘I’m sorry –’

‘I have not given you permission to speak.’

Cally was startled. She had never been addressed that way in her life. Even by Mathers. She wanted to tell him to drop dead, but the words hung on her lips.

He hadthe sexiest pair of deep brown eyes she had ever seen in her life, and they were looking straight through her. And she wanted the job. The other one. She knew what she had to do to get it.

‘Sorry,’ she repeated. Her heart pounded.

‘Let’s get the first lesson out of the way, Miss Hammond,’ he said, rising. ‘You speak when I say you can and not until then. Are we clear?’

She was just about to affirm verbally when his raised eyebrows, stopped her. She closed her open mouth.

‘Good.’ He rose and paced slowly toward her. ‘Learn to please me quickly. I expect no less from my personal assistant than that she pleases me.’

Cally swallowed down the lump that was building nervously in her throat, choking off her breathing, as he towered over her. The way he said
pleases
left her in no doubt as to what he was alluding. Sex. Everything about Jake Stone screamed sex. Hot, hard, and his way. No wonder his PAs didn’t last too long.

‘In everything,’ he added, cranking up the tension. Hers.

The tone of his last remark, no less than the remark itself, had Cally wishing she could bolt for the door. But he had circled around her like a seasoned predator and was standing between her and her only means of escape. She stepped into the room a little more to widen the gap between them.

‘Stand still!’ he commanded. ‘I have not given you permission to move.’

The sound reverberated in her ears, over and over. He left the remark hanging for at least a minute, in which Cally’s heart started to thump seriously now in her chest. Slow and heavy and deadly.

‘Lesson two,’ he announced. ‘You don’t speak without my permission and you will stand in one place all day, unless I give you my permission to move.’

Cally was as still as a bronze sculpture.

‘Is that clear?’ Each word was ground out, easy, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his hot breath waft the long, blonde hairs at her temple and shiver over her skin.

What was she to do? Answer him? Say nothing?Her head began to spin with the complexity of it. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all.

He waited, standing behind her, which increased her anxiety, as she wasn’t allowed to turn around to watch what he was doing. She could feel his eyes roaming all over her figure as if they were his hands and found herself warming in anticipation of the latter.

Gradually the silence, the unspoken control he wielded, ratcheted up the pressure in the room. Her lips were desert dry and she put out her tongue to lick them.

Suddenly he was standing before her. He was large. He loomed over her. She felt fragile, delicately feminine in a way she had never felt before around a man.

He rubbed a thumb roughly over her moistened lips, making her start. ‘You moved,’ he told her quietly. ‘And now you have made me angry.’

He didn’t seem to Cally to be any angrier than before, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She froze again.

‘I will be the one who decides if your lips are to be moistened,’ he continued.

A wild throbbing began between her thighs, with a pulsing that matched the steady, deep beat of her heart, in unexpected excitement at this game of control. Who knew?

‘Perhaps I might permit you to lick your lips. Or perhaps I would choose to lick them myself.’ Jake Stone leant in, without touching her anywhere else, and ran his tongue slowly over her swollen, sensitised skin.

Cally found herself shudder with the shock. He had invaded her personal space. He had touched her. Licked her. She was stunned by experiencing a feeling of growing need. A need to press her tingling lips tightly back to his. A need to put her hands between her thighs, to relieve the tension building there.

‘If you are to be acceptable as my PA, then you must learn that your body belongs to me. You don’t touch it unless I instruct you to.’

It was as if he could read her mind. Knew the cravings that were building inside her. Or perhaps he could see the minute little twitching movements she could not prevent her hips from making, in order to ease the sexual demands of her own body
.

‘Take off your pantyhose,’ he whispered softly, making her flinch. ‘I do not permit my PA to wear such unattractive garments. If I employ you as my PA, you will wear stockings or keep your legs bare. I will tell you when each is required.’

Cally’s eyes widened. Was she going to do as he demanded? She would not be able to remove them without pulling her tight skirt up to her waist. She hesitated.

‘Not good enough,’ he informed her. His hands reached round her waist and briskly snapped open the button, drawing the zip downwards. He yanked her skirt down and let it drop in a pool around her feet. ‘When I tell you to do something,’ he ground out, ‘I don’t mean think about it, I mean do it. Straight away. Do you think you have a choice in the matter?’

Already she knew she wasn’t expected to answer him. He had yet to give her permission to speak. She felt foolish standing before him in a blouse, panties, pantyhose. And stilettos. And it wasn’t those that had her all off-balance.

Jake had stepped back, settling his hip on the desk as if to get a better view, while she complied. His body language told her he expected no refusal. Yet she could refuse, she told herself. She didn’t need his stinking job. She could go back and tell her real boss that Jake Stone was a jerk, impossible to work for. She would have to prove herself capable of being a good reporter, some other way. With Mathers.

Cally took a steadying breath. He couldn’t berate her for breathing. She wasn’t prepared to throw in the towel quite so soon. She was made of sterner stuff than that. In fact, she didn’t want to have to go skulking back, to tell Mathers she wasn’t quite up to the rigours of investigative journalism and have him say “I told you so”, while he stroked her bottom sympathetically. She shuddered at the thought.

Her fingers were already in the waistband of her pantyhose. She eased them off her hips and down, revealing skimpy, white, lacy underwear. She wished she’d put on less revealing lingerie that morning.

The half-smile that curved Jake’s lips signalled his approval anyway. And his tongue came out to lick them. Slowly, teasingly, in mockery of her own needs. Cally so wanted, needed, to do the same again, herself, but she had to control the desire. Right now she had to control a lot of desires. She could feel her lips prickling with the need to be licked again and she didn’t much care by whom. And down lower, much lower, her pussy lips were swelling their own needs, calling to her fingers with their siren song.

Moistness was beginning to flood. She could feel the dampness of her pussy and the thin strip of cotton that teased and tormented it, growing slick. A blast of cool air made her even more conscious of how wet she was becoming, as her legs parted to pull the tights off her feet, one by one. He had turned a fan on her. On cold.

He must be able to see the wetness. He was staring directly down at her pussy as if it was his right. Oh God, she wanted to beg him to let her move. Let her touch herself.

He broke the silence with another demand. ‘Remove your blouse. I want to see if you were careful enough in the rest of your attire to ensure your bra and your panties match. I will not have a slovenly PA in my employ.’

Her hands drifted to the buttons in a daze, her eyes wide with an unaccustomed thrill. She took the opportunity to rasp her thumbs several times against her bullet-hard nipples, in vain hopes of relief. If he noticed, he didn’t comment.

The pleasure only made the erotic desire to reach for orgasm more urgent, more unfulfilled, but she could not help herself. She practically ripped off the white blouse, thanking God she was always in the habit of buying her underwear in matching sets.