The Taking of Clara 2: Taken by the Boss (5 page)

“You’d
tie me up?” she asked.

“I’d
do more than tie you up. I’d make you mine.”

Matthew
took her hand in his and wrapped the silk around her wrist. He pulled tight,
making the silk bite into her. He watched as she gasped.

“Tell
me what you’re feeling.”

“I
don’t know.” Her gaze went from her wrist to his face.

He
did the same with the other wrist then pulled on the restraints forcing her to
stand.

She
whimpered as she moved close. Her eyes dilated, staring back at him.

“Do
you feel it?” he asked.

Her
response startled him. He’d heard of a natural submissive, which Clara was but
he’d never witnessed such reaction in a woman. Clara looked born to be a sub.
The way her gaze travelled to his and then to her bound hands looked similar to
adoration.

He
needed to know everything she felt.

With
his hand under her chin, he forced her gaze back to him.

“Well,
do you like it?”

“I
more than like it, I love the way they feel against my wrist. They’re biting
into my flesh but they feel wonderful.”

Matthew
pushed the top she wore up and stared at her tits while pressing his hand
against her pussy. She soaked his fingers with her cream. Her response
everything he hoped it would be.

“I’m
going to play with you,” he said.

Chapter Four

The
bite of the silk around her wrists felt so good. She’d never known such
pleasure in all of her life. Clara would have laughed if someone told her she
liked pain. The sharp bite of the silk made her wet. The same kind of pain
happened when Matthew fucked her hard. Did this make her weird?

Matthew
removed the blouse she wore. His fingers returned to her pussy. The moment his
thumb pressed to her clit she lost her head. She tried to hold onto him. He
caught her with his hand around her waist.

“I’ve
got you, baby.” He took her to the floor opening her legs wide as he did. “Look
at how lovely and sweet you are. I can’t wait to fuck you but first I get to
play a little.”

She
stared at him, wanting him to fuck her more than anything.

“I’m
not going to take this too far. We’ve got stuff to talk through as well as a
safe word to pick out. There’s so much to get started.”

“I
don’t care. Take me, Matthew.” She didn’t know what had come over her. One
moment she’d been staring at all the equipment then when he’d started to leave
the room she’d panicked. The playroom intrigued her. There was so much to learn
in the small space. She saw what he meant about the room being part of him. His
whole body changed the instant they had entered the small space. He appeared
larger than normal. His strength appealed to her in the most wonderful way.

“What
are you doing to me?” he asked.

“I’m
accepting you. I know what you want.” That part was a lie. She didn’t
completely know what he wanted but there wasn’t much room for doubt. He craved
her submission. She understood the word. What she didn’t understand was what he
needed from her.

He
pressed a finger inside her. The dildo he’d held in his hands lay beside her
head taunting her with what the device could be used for.

Matthew
pressed a kiss to her lips before moving down to claim her breast. He bit down
making her cry out, writhing under his expert touch. The pleasure to be had at
his hands made her excited. She opened her eyes and gazed around the room at
the promise it held. Each sex toy could give pleasure or pain. She liked both.
What would happen if Matthew inflicted all of them on her?

He
gripped the dildo then pressed the tip against her swollen clit. “Tonight I’ll
play with you until you are screaming but the next time you’re in this room,
something different will happen.”

She
couldn’t wait to see what else he had planned. Years of bailing out her father
had left her in a state of reserve. No boyfriend, no promise of a future, only
the use she gave her father.
A constant bank balance.
Clara wondered how much she’d loaned him. She’d even taken out loans to pay
him.

Her
boss, the man she loved and her
Savior,
had seen to
her father.

Staring
down at his head, Clara knew she wouldn’t let Edward Baines into her heart. His
words, the guilt he played over her would stop from that moment.

Pushing
all thoughts of her father from her mind, Clara allowed the pleasure of his
tongue to take over.

Matthew
pushed the dildo inside her pussy, making her gasp. Her arms were bound the
whole time. He played her body with his hands and tongue. Each touch meant to
prolong her pleasure. He spanked her pussy. The taps hit her clit with every
slap.

When
she climaxed at his demand, he stood to remove his pants. His cock sprang free.
His shaft was long and thick. The vein at the side pulsed as he pumped his
cock. He knelt between her thighs, grabbed her hips then plunged inside.

The
length of him stretched her. She reached out only to find he pulled on the silk,
putting her hands to her sides. He’d trapped her against his body with the floor
to her back.

With
the sex toys surrounding her, along with the promise each toy possessed, Clara
felt her excitement begin to build with each thrust. His cock felt like a brand
inside her forging his way deep into her heart and soul.

“That’s
it, baby. Take me deep. I can’t get enough of fucking you. Take all of me.” He
slammed inside her. Her own release started to build once again.

Her
love for this man kept growing with every passing day. Part of her feared what
would happen when she gave everything to him. Would Matthew grow bored when he
held everything in the palm of his hand?

She
didn’t know enough about him to make such an assessment. She bit her lip and
closed her eyes to her doubts. This is what she hated the most, the doubts. Her
fears filled her heart, making her scared of the real outcome.

Her
thoughts turned to her father. Edward Baines was a nightmare and she didn’t
relish a future with him being part of it.

Stop thinking about him.

Pushing
the thoughts aside once again, she let herself be taken. Matthew made love to
her body, taking her pleasure. He gave as much as he took. Only when she went
over the edge into bliss did he allow himself to come.

She
felt the jerk of his cock followed by the spurt of his seed inside her.

He
collapsed against her. His warm breath heated her neck. She waited while he
unbound the silk around her wrists.

“I
can’t wait to show you how magical this can be. I’ll give you the world, Clara,
all I ask for in return is your submission.”

Clara
didn’t answer him. He wanted to visit the club he mentioned earlier. Once they
visited the club then he’d want her answer. She rubbed her hands as he stood.
He lifted her up then carried her up the stairs.

What
would happen afterwards? What if the club opened a part of her that made her
run? Matthew would never let her go but what if for her own survival she needed
to leave?

*
* * *

The
following day Matthew left her to her own devices at his home. He’d instructed
her not to leave the house. After cleaning away their breakfast dishes, Clara
went to the library in the hope of distracting herself. Her thoughts kept
returning to the playroom. Their time together in that room distracted her. No
matter how many times she opened a new book, her thoughts returned to what that
room meant for her.

Closing
the book in her hand, she went in search of the room in question. The key on
the side taunted her. She grabbed the key then opened the door.

Once
she turned on the light she gazed freely around the room without Matthew staring
at her. Sometimes he made her feel more nervous with his constant look.

She
didn’t know what she hoped to find in the room, maybe some answers to her
questions. Shrugging her shoulders, she took the time she needed to look
around. None of the toys jumped out at her like little monsters waiting to take
her away.

This
room held the key to Matthew. The sex toys were merely instruments used by him.

Running
her hands along the wall, she touched each toy in turn. With her life being
about bailing out her father, she didn’t know all the names. One looked like it
was made out of wood while another out of leather.

Each
would inflict pain. At least, the wooden ones looked painful. She rubbed her
behind and thought about the consequences they held.

“You’re
not going to get anywhere by looking at them,” she said to herself. Using them
was out of the question. She’d probably put herself in the hospital trying to
figure out how to do that.

She
turned the light out and locked the door then screamed as she saw her father standing
in the doorway.

Touching
a hand to her heart, she glanced at the man she called a father then frowned.
He shouldn’t be in the house.

“What
are you doing here?”

“I
came to see you. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for some time.”

He
advanced in the room. Clara took a step back, afraid of him. Matthew’s warnings
echoed through her mind.

“He’s
turned you against me.”

“No,
he’s not done that. You’ve done that with your gambling. He told me the truth
about you. How could you do that to me?” she asked. Her voice rose as she faced
the man who’d used her as a stake in a card game.

“Don’t
you dare raise your voice to
me.
I’m your father.”

“Fuck
you!” She screamed the words at him. Her anger clawed at her, threatening to
get out. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed a crystal vase off the
nearest shelf and threw it at him. No comfort came as the vase smashed on the
floor. “No father I know would use their daughter to win a fucking game. When
are you going to see you have no chance of winning? A card game or horses or
the fucking tables are not about luck. It’s about chance,
Dad.
Your likelihood of winning is fifty percent. There is no luck
or winning streak. It’s a fucking game.
A high risk game.”

Years
of frustration, anger and resentment leaked out of her.

“My
luck is turning—”

Clara
grabbed the other vase then threw it at him. This one caught his leg. Edward
stumbled back shocked by the impact. “No, you’re luck is not turning around.
You’ve got a fucking daughter along with a dead wife. Your house is gone. You
sold your daughter in a card game. When are you going to realize you’ve got
nothing left to gamble with?”

“I
need you.”

Tears
filled his eyes as he looked at her. This is where she fell down against his
guilt. He’d talk about everything he lost because of her being born. She’d
supposedly taken everything away from him.

He’d
taken everything away from
her
.
Through his gambling he’d taken her mother because the stress had caused her to
have a heart attack. After her mother’s death, their home had been taken along
with all their possessions. She’d loaned her father money, which in turn stopped
her from living her life for fear of having nothing left to pay her bills.

Now,
he’d taken her life by giving her to a man in a card game. She felt lucky
because of her feelings for Matthew but that didn’t stop the implication of
what her father had done to her.

“The
only thing you need to do is to get the fuck out of this house. I’m not giving
you another cent.”

Clara
turned her back on him to hang up the key.

“You’d
turn your back on your own father. You’d leave him out in the cold.”

Clara
stormed to his side and slapped his face. She didn’t understand what had
changed inside her. The power she felt coursed through her veins, filling her
with strength.

“I’m
your daughter. I’m supposed to be the one asking you to repair my mistakes. Not
the other way around. I’m supposed to be the fuck up while you’re supposed to
be the one helping me. I’m done. I’m not helping you anymore.” She pressed a
finger to her chest. “I’m living my life without worrying about you.”

Edward
grabbed her arms. “If you don’t help me then I’m fucking dead.”

Before
she got a chance to answer, Edward jerked away from her. Relief rushed through
her the instant Edward’s arms were no longer on her. His touch repulsed her.

Clara
stared up at Matthew. He looked threatening as he stood glaring at her father.

“What
the fuck are you doing on my property?” Matthew pulled her against his side,
glaring down at Edward. Her father lay sprawled on the floor.

The
sight of Matthew filled her with joy.

Her
father started laughing, which she didn’t understand. What could her father
have to laugh about?

“Well
I have to say, you know how to make life exciting,” another man said.

She
turned to the other man. He looked every bit as powerful as Matthew, only he
possessed blond hair instead of black.

“Clara,
I’d like you to meet Luke Arnold but first it’s time I dealt with your shit
head of a father.”

To be
Continued
…

About the
Author

Sam Crescent is passionate
about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense
for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and
finally got that first acceptance in 2011.

She loves creating new
characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not
panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her
kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the
kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.