Authors: Kristal Baird
Cally felt herself tremble. She realised he’d done this before. It would definitely make great reading in her newspaper column. But was it a test? Did he want to reward her services with a pretty dress? Or did he want something to berate her with? His last request – giving her a decision to make – had her all nervous and unsettled again. Anyone would think she had never chosen clothes for herself before. God, he was a master at this.
She flipped through the catalogue again. Should she pick something that he would like, or that she wanted? Cally could feel the devil rising in her. Maybe she should order a huge thick towelling wrap, just to annoy him and to cover up in when she felt too exposed? She thought it wasn’t a bad idea, but compromised with a beautiful, floaty silk wrap. One that would cover her from neck to toe, unlike the rest of the wardrobe. That would teach him he could only push her so far in the games they played. And only with her consent. His control of her was only an illusion, wasn’t it?
She phoned the company, who seemed discreet and efficient. She memorised their name for her records, knowing she would have to rely on memory as there was no way she could write anything down surrounded by Jake Stone 24/7.
Suddenly the man in her thoughts got up. ‘I’m going out to get us some food. I won’t be gone long. Be good.’
He didn’t ask her what she would like. Of course not. A man like Jake Stone made all the decisions and expected his woman to go along with it.
When did she start thinking of herself as Jake’s woman?
The way he told her to be good made her think he knew she would be up to no good the moment his back was turned. She couldn’t be his first curious PA, obviously. She just came into this with her eyes wider open than most of them did. And she would be getting a closer look at Jake Stone’s office than he could possibly imagine, just as soon as he left.
Jake stood on the mewsoutside his office, having remotely locked down the premises. Nothing, save a fire, or him, could activate it again. The phones were now linked to his genuine company and the close-circuit system was activated, so he could watch Cally on his palm viewer.
He had to get out of there for a bit and lunch was just an excuse. It would have been easy enough to order in. But he found himself thinking about her more than was healthy. Cally Hammond was supposed to be a job but she was just so damn sexy and compliant, right from the get-go, she was doing things to him that oughtn’t to be done. Mind and body. And that wasn’t how it worked.
Keep the woman off-balance. Guessing. Peaks and troughs. Pain and pleasure. That was how it worked. How you got them agreeing to anything you wanted. Submitting to your will. Or, rather, Joe Mathers’. Jake found his gut twisting uncomfortably at the thought of that bastard doing all the things to Cally he was going to be doing.
He cussed inwardly. It was the name of the game. He did this work for other men and got paid very well to do it. It meant nothing to him personally. By the time he was finished with them, the women wanted what they got. Really wanted it. He had never yet taken it through to its logical conclusion with any woman who remained completely resistant to the idea. There were other people who did that, but not him.
If by a critical point he hadn’t managed to train a woman to accept, he cut them loose, helped them get the hell away from the bastard who wanted them that way, and refunded the fee. He hadn’t had to do that too often. He was just too damned good at his job.
But it was just a job.
And Cally Hammond was just a job too. It was never meant to get personal. For him.
Jake thought about her beautiful blue eyes, framed with thick, dark lashes, and the almost bright beam of intelligence that shone through them. In his mind, he ran over her lush curves and he felt his fingers itching to touch, to caress.
He just knew Cally wasn’t one of those women he would have to cut loose. She had given him all the right signals. He’d figured the scenario. The one he had invented, unique to this occasion. Most women were quite resistant at first and he enjoyed the element of persuasion. But Cally was a different matter. This was the first time he’d had a woman to deal with who thought she was fooling him.
Soof course she was going along with it. All too readily. Smart enough to think she was playing him. Jake’s lips twisted in delight at the levels of deception he controlled. How he loved to be in control. Especially of sexy women.
He was enjoying Cally far too much. He never usually wanted to actually fuck many of them. That was just a necessary part of the job. And he definitely never wanted to fuck them at least until day two. Wanted to get to know the way they reacted a bit first. But Cally Hammond was different. If he didn’t know she was acting, he’d think she liked it this way. So he would have to watch himself as much as her. And talking of watching …
Jake turned on his viewer as he strode up the mews. Yes, right on cue. Cally was searching his office. He grinned. He would have been disappointed if she wasn’t. What he did like was a challenge. Especially one as hot to handle as her.
Cally went straight to Jake Stone’s desk, just as soon as she heard the door click behind him. The set of drawers on the right opened, but contained nothing more interesting than a whole lot of office gadgets. Pretty new-looking ones too. Nothing like the battered old stuff at
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. Should that interest her? The whole set-up looked rather new. Maybe the guy’s business was going up in the world or maybe he’d had to move premises, just to keep ahead of the law. Nothing to be seen that really excited her yet.
The set of drawers on the left was locked. So that looked entirely more promising.
Cally spent time searching for the keys – most people kept them within handy distance – but she supposed Jake Stone wasn’t most people. She had no luck finding any. Breaking into those drawers would have to wait. She couldn’t risk showing her hand too soon.
The filing cabinet was her next target and locked, but with the little silver key sitting neatly in the lock at the top. Cally almost thought that was a pity, as she’d learnt it was easy and undetectable to lever open a locked filing cabinet. The
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janitor had showed her how, when she lost her own set of keys, the first week of her internship. She was just about to start rifling through the files when the phone rang.
Now what was she to do? Answer it? Stay silent? Jake hadn’t left her any specific instructions and what the hell, he’d never know. Whoever he did business with might reveal something of interest about him. She picked up the receiver. ‘Stone Enterprises. May I help you?’
‘Cally.’
Blast. It was him. Should she speak? ‘Hello – er, Mr Stone.’ Feelings of guilt flooded through her. Just like she’d been caught in the act.
‘Cally, I forgot to tell you. If the phone goes you may answer it and take a message.’
She already had. Was he trying to unnerve her? The tension was palpable. ‘Yes … Sir. Is there anything else?’ How come he could make her feel so guilty?
‘No, that’s it. Just go back to whatever you were doing. I’ll be out of your way for about another half an hour.’
Cally’s face burned. It sounded almost like he knew she was searching the premises but was giving her permission to continue. She told herself not to be so silly. He could have absolutely no idea that she had just been going through his office, looking for dirt on him. ‘Yes, sir.’
She hung up. Thirty minutes to read those files.
It only took half that time to realise they were a bunch of boring old technical documents and general office detritus. Nothing of any real interest. Nothing that really told her much about what this guy did at all. The closest she could get was shipping. There seemed to be stuff from all around the world. She would have to watch where he put his keys, the next time he went into his desk. She’d put money on whatever was in those locked drawers being the mother-lode.
Just time to phone her flatmate to give her an update, before he got back. Cally remembered he’d taken her mobile and went to use the desk phone. When she picked it up, it seemed to go through to some operator – the woman on the other end answered with the words “Stone Enterprises” – unlike when she’d ordered the clothes and dialled straight through. Cally hung up. No way did she want Jake discovering she had tried to call out. She had to make certain she did not blow her cover until she got everything she wanted.
When she heard the exterior door open a moment later, Cally fled to her desk and waited.
Jake breezed in carrying a bag. ‘I got you a salad platter and spring water. I’m not allowing you to eat meat this week.’
The guy never failed to surprise her. Especially when he unwrapped a huge chunk of French bread with thick slices of crumbed ham falling out of the sides and commenced chowing down. He was even going to dictate what she could eat.
The funny thing wasit didn’t make her angry. On the contrary she felt turned on again. The thought of being controlled so rigidly by a really fit, masculine guy had her practically ready to roll over and open her legs once more. And beg for it if she had to.
Jake placed the salad box on his desk. ‘Come over here and eat it. I would like to watch you eat.’
She walked across slowly and Jake patted the desk top, right in front of his chair, suggesting she should sit on top, between his open legs. She did. Her heart began to beat deeply and an answering pulse between her thighs signalled her steady arousal. It was just beneath the surface all the time. God, she’d never been so horny.
‘Use your fingers, then you can lick them clean afterwards,’ he ordered, as coolly as if he was asking her to pass him a napkin.
They ate in silence. She watched his strong jaw movements as he chewed and the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. He watched her mouth intently and she decided to play him at his own game by teasing him, letting her tongue slide across her lips, even while knowing she was grabbing a rampant bull by the nose-ring.
Each slice of cucumber she held between her fingers had an oily dressing dripping viscously off it. Cally held it above her open lips, letting her tongue dart out and alternately flicker and lathe the wet, shiny surface. She could see that, much as Jake Stone pretended to be unimpressed by her theatrics, he couldn’t hide the widening of his black pupils as he became increasingly aroused. Those dark eyes, fixed on her, alternately thrilled and scared her. Especially as he didn’t move a muscle. God, the control that guy exerted. Where he could. She’d seen his thick cock twitch in his trousers. It was searching her out like a heat-seeking missile. Cally nearly threw her head back and laughed.
She ran her tongue slowly over her oiled-up lips, never taking her eyes from his as she did so. She wondered who would break the gaze first. It had become like a battle of wills.
Without breaking his stare, Jake spoke. ‘You’re finished.’
Cally looked down at the remaining contents of the transparent box. ‘I’m not.’
His voice became harsh. ‘I say you are.’
Cally closed the box. She licked her fingers slowly and thoroughly, one by one, until she saw a diamond-hard shine appear in his eyes and his mouth fix in a grim slash.
She stilled, knowing by her gut instinct and his body language that she had taken it too far. Wondered what he would do next. The lengthy silence that ensued was slowly killing her.
He wiped his hands on a napkin, then leant toward her and reached for the buttons on her blouse, flipping them open one by one, from bottom to top. Cally swallowed hard as he yanked it over her shoulders, leaving the sleeves halfway down, trapping her arms by her sides. Her breath caught as he slid his fingers inside the cups of her bra and lifted the soft globes of white flesh free of their gentle cradles, one at a time. The fastened bra now sat beneath her breasts, supporting them, pushed up and out toward him, fully and firmly.
Jake sat back in his chair and feasted his eyes on her naked body. ‘Don’t move an inch,’ he muttered. He observed her for a long time, saying nothing. He didn’t need to touch her to make her nipples peak hard. They were both aware of it.
He slid to the edge of his seat and palmed both breasts, crushing the soft flesh firmly between his fingers. A low, soft moan escaped her lips.
In answer, he took her pink, erect nipples and rolled them briskly between his thumb and fingers. Her moans increased audibly. Cally could feel the swelling of her pussy, engorging with moisture, as the exquisite charge his dexterous fingers wrought shot through her nipples straight to her cunt. It awaited the attentions of the engorged cock she knew stood in response before her.
‘Please,’ she begged in a throaty whisper, forgetting everything she’d ever learnt about silence. Her knees parted as much as they could in her restrictive skirt.
Jake grasped her hard nipples firmly and pulled them strongly toward him before releasing abruptly. He delivered the punishing motion repeatedly. As soon as Cally’s hands shot between her legs, he stopped.
As he yanked the bra back over her sensitised breasts and pulled the edges of her blouse together, he reminded her of something. ‘You are here for my amusement, not your own.’ His voice was thick with desire. ‘Don’t you dare try to pleasure yourself, unless I demand it, for my enjoyment. Now go and make me coffee.’
His firm demand had her nearly coming right there in front of him. God, why did she so get off on dominant men?
Jake pulled her from his desk and turned her toward the kitchen. His voice sounded hard-edged and rough. He was suffering too.
As the water boiled, Jake watched her on his monitor as she disobeyed him. He decided to take advantage of the fact rather than punish her directly. Too much spanking at one time desensitised a woman to the delicate nature of its torture. It should be administered intermittently in order to exact the maximum effect. And he wasn’t done with Cally in that department yet.
As he observed, she slipped her hands inside her bra and ran her fingers back over her breasts, focusing on re-stimulating their turgid tips. As she did so, he freed his needy cock from its confines and with a firm grip he ran his closed fist over the painfully swollen shaft. He hissed a sharp intake of breath over his teeth as his thumb slid the droplets of precome over the slickly sensitive end. His own strong grip began the movement down its rigid length to the root in torturous slowness, then returned its journey, up, up, pulling the pleasure along every nerve-filled inch, over the tingling ridge to the darkened tip, where his fingers lingered and toyed.