The Taking of Clara 2: Taken by the Boss (3 page)

His
cock jolted inside her. She sounded so damn sexy to him.

“Good
girl,” he said, then slapped her ass.

She
yelped.

“Why
did you slap me?” she asked.

“For trying to move and then questioning me.
I like you on
my cock, Clara. I’d gladly have you ride me every day.”

“I
don’t understand you. You want me to say those words but you punish me for
them. I’m still angry about that contract.”

He
wanted to slap her ass again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh turned him on.
He wondered how it would sound with his wooden paddle hitting the flesh of her
ass. Her tits hung in front of his face. Ignoring her words, he licked her
nipple, biting on the tight little bud.

She
moaned thrusting her chest against his face.

Running
his hands down her back he cupped her ass cheeks. He lifted her up then slammed
her down. She cried out.

Matthew
was torn between fucking her and talking to her.

“I’d
been meaning to talk to you for some time. Moving you closer to me at work had
merely been the first step. Your father meant I moved faster in approaching
you.”

“Why
did you put the advert in the newspaper? How did you know I’d answer? I don’t
understand any of it.”

Matthew
cupped her cheek and shushed her by pressing his thumb to her lips. “Don’t
talk. Listen to me. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Trust me.”

Chapter Two

How
could she trust him? He’d been lying to her for some time. The contract, her
father, the advert was all part of his plan. His main plan had been to get her,
but why? None of it made any sense. He said he loved her but Matthew could have
any woman he desired. What made her so special to him?

He
kept calling her sub and referring to her submissive nature. She didn’t
understand what he meant when he talked like that. He wanted her trust. What
else did he want?

“Stop
thinking so hard.”

“You’re
confusing me.”

“Do
you trust me?” he asked.

Staring
into his eyes, she nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Do
you trust me?” he asked again.

Clara
did the only thing she could, she shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know
anymore.”

Matthew
let out a sigh. His hand pushed her hair off her shoulders. She felt him run
his thumbs up either side of her neck until they rested on her rapidly beating
pulse.

“You
know I’d never hurt you, right?”

She
nodded.

“I’d
hoped we’d been farther in our relationship than we are now. That contract is
bull shit, Clara. The contract is a bunch of words that means fuck all to me.
Your father played a game and in order to stay in play, the stake he landed on
the table was you. That picture was of you, Clara. You were his gamble.”

She
pushed the tears down. Crying wouldn’t help solve her problems.

“He’ll
never quit gambling, will he?” she asked.

“I
told him to tell you about those gambling debts. I’ve paid every single cent he
owned. In return I got you without any interference from him. I told him to
stay away from you. He’s dangerous, Clara,” Matthew said.

“He’s
my father. I can’t ignore him.”

His
hands moved up to her face. He cupped her cheeks forcing her to look at him.

“I
need you to look at me. Look at me!”

She
stared into his eyes. The panic she saw staring back at her shocked her to the
spot. His cock pulsed inside her, making her aware he still wanted her. The
conversation hadn’t done anything to calm his libido down.

“Your
father is a dangerous man. I don’t trust him. All he cares about is money.
He’ll use you however he can. He sold you without caring.”

“Was
there any chance he’d win?” she asked.

“The
stakes were raised before the cards were dealt, baby. We threw in our money and
he threw in his daughter. He’s a fucking bastard. You’re mine and you’ll listen
to me. Keep away from your father, or I swear I’ll make sure he answers to his
crimes.”

She
gasped. The anger on his face surprised her. Matthew was full of surprises
today.

“Tell
me you’ll do as I ask?”

Clara
nodded. She never wished to be on his bad side. No matter what Matthew had
done, she still loved him with her whole heart.

How can you love someone like him?

She
cut off her thoughts and concentrated on him instead.

“Good.”

Matthew
gripped her hips in his hands, lifting her off his shaft before slamming her
back down. She cried out as the pleasure of his cock fired the blood in her
veins.

“Shit,
your pussy is so fucking tight. I’m going to have to fuck you harder just to
get you used to me.”

She
looked forward to him taking her daily. Her addiction to him grew with every
second they spent together.

He
ordered her to grip the back of the sofa. Her breasts pressed again his face as
he fucked her.

Matthew
took charge, pounding her pussy and licking her nipples. She kept her grip on
the back of the couch trying to hold onto her sanity as he took her hard.

He
slapped her ass in between thrusts. Her climax built inside. Matthew bit down
on her nipples, slapped her ass and fucked her all at the same time. His cock
hit her cervix with each deep penetrating thrust of his hips.

“I’m
going to come,” she said, gasping.

“Come
for me, baby. Let me feel your cream soaking my cock. Come on, give it to me.”

Throwing
her head back, Clara rode the pleasure letting him take control. His thrust
became harder than anything she’d ever imagined.

Clara
knew her ass would be red from his taps.

“Fuck,
I love you, baby.”

Matthew
thrust inside her one final time. His cock jerked as his seed filled her up.

His
grip tightened with his arousal, making her pause in his arms.

She
collapsed on top of him. Clara needed his warmth. Wrapping her arms around his
neck she held on tight, not wanting to let him go.

“What’s
the matter?” he asked.

Clara
didn’t answer. None of her feelings for him made sense to her. They were from
different worlds. Matthew was a billionaire business man while she came with a
gambling father. She made nothing in comparison to him.

“Stop thinking, Clara.
I want you and that is all you need
to make sense of.”

The
way he said her name gave her goose-bumps.

“You
could have any woman.”

“Yet
the only woman I want is in my arms.”

Stop thinking.
Feel him and let him calm you.

“I’m
sorry. I can’t help but feel I’m going to wake up and all my problems will
still be there. None of this makes sense. In the real world this doesn’t happen
to women like me.” She leaned back and looked into his eyes.

“What
is that? What doesn’t happen?” He stroked her hair. His gaze never broke from
hers.

“A
wealthy man coming to her rescue never happens to women like me.
In stories, sure because that’s fantasy.
This can’t possibly
be real.”

His
flaccid cock jerked inside her. “That’s real, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I
intend to take care of you for the rest of my life.”

“Do
you mean that?”

“I
never say words I don’t mean. You’re mine, Clara. I think you should get used
to me. I’m not letting you go. No matter how many times you argue and disobey
me. I’m not giving up or giving in.
Mine, mine, mine.”

He
rubbed her nose with his.

His
words in some strange way soothed her nerves. “You really mean that.”

He
lifted her off his lap and slapped her ass. “I mean everything I say. We need
to eat.”

Clara
felt his seed spilling down her leg. He ran his fingers through the evidence.
“First we need to shower and change.”

*
* * *

Matthew
left her in the shower to finish. He walked down to his office, packed away the
contract and then walked through to his playroom. Slapping her ass wasn’t going
to be enough. Her need for pain with her pleasure meant he needed to get her
into this room soon.

His
phone rang pulling him out of his troubled thoughts.

“Hello,”
he said the moment he lifted up the phone.

“I
need more money. Surely you want my daughter enough to pay highly for her,”
Edward Baines growled down the line. His words sounded panicked to Matthew. The
man remained in the background like a plague. Glancing at the door, Matthew
eased behind his desk and sat down.

Clara
was nowhere in sight.

“I
told you, Baines. You get no more money from me. I’ve given you more than
enough. Make it last.”

“How
about you give me money to be quiet? I’m sure you don’t want me interrupting your
playtime with my daughter.”

He’d
expected the blackmail. Tough for Edward that he never responded to such a
tactic.

“You
talk to Clara and I’ll destroy you, Baines. I don’t give a shit that you’re her
father. I’m sorry for the women who graced your bed. You’re nothing but a
gambling, alcoholic bastard and maybe it’s time you learn to pay for your
crimes.”

Edward
yelled down the phone. “You’ll fucking regret this you sick fuck.”

The
line went dead. Matthew put the phone down as Clara walked to the door. She smiled
at him. Her raven hair lay wet around her.

“I’m
going to make an omelet, do you want one?” she asked.

He
smiled even thought his thirst for her father’s blood lived inside him. The
bastard was a liability. “I’d love anything you cooked, baby.”

“I’ll
be in the kitchen.” She stared at him several moments. Her hand went to her throat
and then she moved away.

The
door to the playroom lay open like a taunt to him. All he needed to do was call
her back. She trusted him.

Don’t push her, Matthew. You want her too
much,
losing her like this would be a nightmare.

Relax. Take it easy.

He
tried to listen to all the calming instincts inside him. Grabbing the phone he
dialed Luke Arnold’s number. His friend answered on the third ring.

“This
better be important,” Luke yelled down the line. A feminine giggle erupted in
the background. His anger started to leave him at the sound of his friend’s
voice. “Matthew?”

“The very person.
Am I interrupting something?” he asked,
knowing the truth.

“No.
I’ve always got time for you.”

Shuffling
came over the line and then silence. “I’m here, Matthew. What’s up?”

“Why
does anything have to be up?”

Luke
grew silent.

Matthew
moved to close his playroom door then his office door.

Sitting
behind his desk he looked at the picture of Clara. She looked too innocent to
be in his world. What kind of man was he? All he really needed to do was pay
off her father’s debts and then leave her alone.

Leaving
her never entered his head. His need for her controlled him.

“I
know about the girl, Matthew. The one you won in a card game.”

“How
do you know about that?”

“A
card game with a daughter thrown in the mix is never going to be left alone.
You of all people should know that.”

Matthew
cursed. He’d talked about Clara to Luke many times. All of their conversations
filled his mind in that one moment.

“It’s
the woman from work, right?” Luke asked.

“The very one.”

“This
is bad news. Edward Baines is not the kind of man you want to associate with.
I’ve heard a lot of shit about him and none of it is nice to know. Using his
daughter is the lowest of the low.”

Matthew
didn’t need to hear these words from Luke. He’d met Edward and knew what he was
capable of.

He
hated the connection between Clara and Edward. In his heart, Matthew knew Clara
would get hurt. If he didn’t solve the problem soon with her father then she’d
become a target.

“I’d
like you to meet her sometime. She’s beautiful and submissive,” Matthew said,
cutting the conversation away from her father.

“You’re
in love with her?”

“She’s
everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman and more. You’ll see how amazing she is
when you meet her.”

Luke
stayed silent for several minutes.

“You
can’t keep her in the dark about her father. He’ll find some way to get to her.
Desperate men always have means to get what they want.”

Matthew
closed his eyes as his anger increased. The thought of Clara trying to help
Edward made him angry. The anger left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I’ve
told her about her father.”

“Doesn’t
matter what you’ve told her. You need to be clear about the danger he poses.”

Leaning
back in his chair, Matthew opened his eyes to stare at the door. The desire to
shut all the fear away felt strong. All he needed to do was take Clara away.

“What
do you know about Edward? You’ve never even met him.”

His
friend let out another sigh over the line.

“I
know from the gossip he’s mixing with a lot of bad people. Worse than I’ve ever
known and he owes big. I mean more than he’s ever owed anyone.”

Edward
Baines’s reputation was far reaching. He’d heard about him before he’d even met
Clara. Matthew couldn’t allow himself to think about what would have happened
if he’d not stepped in to save her. Her submission in the wrong man’s hand
could be fatal.

“If
I were you, Matthew, I’d watch my back. He’s in deep and people like us always
get hit first.”

“What
do you mean?” Matthew asked, feeling his whole body tense up at the warning.