J. A. Bailey

Bound by the Boss

Come to my office at 5.30pm. You’re working late today.

Mr P. Evans

Violet stared at her computer screen and rubbed at her forehead. How like him. Direct and straight to the point. Patrick Evans didn’t believe in unnecessary etiquette, she thought with a snort. Though she’d only worked for him for six months, she quickly got used to his brusque business style.

And in a strange way, she liked it. There was none of that awkward small talk. No having to be nice to her superior. He never pretended to be friends with his subordinates. Patrick Evans was the boss, nothing more and certainly nothing less. He demanded punctuality, perfectionism and obedience.

Surprisingly, Violet had found herself readily obeying her stern manager. In her three years since graduating college, she’d had four jobs, three of which had ‘let her go’ and one that she’d walked out from. In their efforts to be her ‘friend’, her previous superiors had simply given her the excuse to not give a shit. But that was not so with Mr Evans. For once in her life, Violet worked hard to please her quick-tempered boss.

A tiny curl of excitement flittered through her stomach as she eyed the clock on her computer. 16.50. Everyone else would be leaving at 5pm and then it would just be her and Mr Evans.

With his broad shoulders, thick black hair and sculpted arse — oh yes, she’d checked that out often enough — his mere presence was enough to send her pussy clenching with desire. He stared at her sometimes, his dark eyes clashing with hers from under his brow and in her more hopeful moments, she wondered if he felt the same. He wasn’t married and he definitely didn’t have a girlfriend, so maybe, just maybe there was a chance for her…

With a sigh, she flicked a look back at her computer. 16.56. Come on. Propping her hand on her chin, she watched his door. Sometimes…Okay, all the time, she imagined him throwing open that door and dragging her away from her desk for a hard fuck. Moisture pooled between her legs. Damn, if she was only at home. She could tear off her knickers and pound herself with her new toy.

Or she could go out and find herself a man for the night. It would be easy enough. With her curvy bottom and come-hither looks, men looked at her and immediately thought of sex. A pout of her ample lips, a flick of her chocolate hair and a bat of her blue eyes and she could gain a partner for the evening with ease. The problem was, although she was attuned with her body and could climax easily enough, they never seemed to satisfy her and rarely lasted more than one night. She sighed again. What the hell was wrong with her?

The rest of her work colleagues began gathering up their coats and Violet realised with a jolt that it was after 5pm. Her heart pounded against her chest. Why was she so nervous? It wasn’t like she’d never been on her own with her boss before. He often asked for her help in the office and she treasured every one of those moments but she’d always been aware of the office staff sat just outside. She giggled. That was probably the only reason she hadn’t jumped his bones yet.

As a couple of the ladies waved goodbye, she muttered about working late to them and they cast her a sympathetic look. She tapped her fingers on her desk as the last person filed out. Now what was she going to do for half an hour?

With the office empty, Violet glanced around and settled back into her chair. Slipping her hand beneath her skirt, she pushed aside her lace knickers and flicked over her folds. Yep, soaking wet. It was all her boss’ fault, she thought resentfully.

Blowing out a slow breath, she circled her clit, brushing gently until it swelled underneath her fingers. Working more vigorously, she closed her eyes and imagined that it was Mr Evans’ strong, warm fingers instead of her own slim ones. She imagined him kissing at her naked body, taking her nipples between his teeth before slamming his fingers into her needy cunt.

Her body tensed and writhed as she slid her fingers in and out before bringing them back over her nub and rubbing furiously until a sharp, short climax overtook her. Slowly withdrawing them, she opened her eyes and drew herself back up in her chair. Reaching for a tissue to wipe her damp fingers, she froze as Mr Evans’ door swung open.

His dark eyes fixed onto her. “Violet, come here.”

Looking from her wet fingers to her boss’ stern brow, she nodded and stood. “Yes, Mr Evans.”

She tucked her hands behind her and as soon as he turned his back, she twisted her hips, hoping her knickers would slide back into place. Fuck. If he didn’t smell her arousal on her fingers, then he would definitely smell it from between her thighs. And she dare not wipe her hands on her dark red dress. Mr Evans’ keen eye would surely spot the wet marks.

Following him into his office, a whiff of his expensive cologne washed over her as he pressed the door shut behind her.

“Have a seat.” He motioned to the chair.

Cheeks heating, she lowered herself into the leather chair, crossing her legs carefully and tucking her moist fingers into her hand. She cast a glance around the room. Spartan and simple, it comprised of a large glass desk, black leather furniture and a mini fridge in one corner. The office sat on the corner of the building and faced out over the city. His one concession to interior design was an abstract print on one wall.

Violet tilted her head and studied it. Now she thought about it, it looked just like a nude woman. She stared some more. God, she had sex on the brain. What was once a tasteful print was turning into the image of a spread-eagled woman. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her boss.

Mr Evans propped himself up against his desk, his arms folded over his chest and eyed her with a calculating look.

Violet shifted as the warmth in her cheeks spread across her chest at his scrutiny. Did he know? No, he couldn’t possibly. Yet there was something in his expression that told her she could hide nothing from him.

He broke the silence suddenly, making her jump. “Mr Harrison from the head office is stopping by shortly. I need you to here to attend to him. We have a lot of paperwork to go over. You’ll be paid double time.”

“O-of course, Mr Evans. No problem.” Why her? Though it wasn’t unusual for him to single her out, there were surely more efficient workers. Still, she wouldn’t complain. She was broke after drifting from job to job and living in London wasn’t cheap. Double time would help towards this month’s rent.

“I have another proposition for you too. A promotion, so to speak.”

“A p-promotion?”

Mr Evans pushed away from his desk and snatched at a bundle of papers. Thrusting them into her hand, he moved around behind her. Violet stared at the papers but she couldn’t focus on the words, not with him so close by. Fuck, his presence was so…so intimidating. But in the most compelling way. Men might look at her and think of sex but Mr Evans made her think of sex and a whole lot more.

His hand came upon her shoulder and he bent over to murmur in her ear. “It’s a contract. I’ve watched you, Violet. I know what you want and I know what you need. I have a knack, shall we say, for recognising those that are naturally…accommodating. You act brash and confident but I know that’s not the real you.”

Her throat tightened as Mr Evans traced the shell of her ear with a finger before trailing across her collarbone. “I–I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You want me to fuck you,” he stated simply.

“No!”

He chuckled in her ear and she realised it was the first time she’d ever heard him laugh. God, this was so humiliating. Mr Evans’ hand pressed more persistently, levering her dress away from her chest and exposing her to his gaze.

“Your nipples are tight and rosy and begging for my mouth.”

Violet gasped.

“You want me to fuck you.”

A hand closed over her breast and she released a moan. Oh, what was the point in lying? She wanted him badly. It had to be the worst idea in the world, sleeping with the boss, but at the moment she didn’t give a shit.

He pulled his hand out of her dress abruptly. “Look at the contract, Violet.”

Blinking, she stared at the writing in front of her as he circled around and positioned himself back on the edge of the desk. Agreements, blah, blah, blah, employment rights etc. Contract between Patrick Evans hereafter known as the…Her eyes widened… Master? She glanced up at Mr Evans and he nodded towards the paper.

“Keep reading.”

Violet Johnson, hereafter known as the Slave? What the hell?

“You’ll find the terms quite agreeable, Violet. A pay rise, use of the company’s private jet and holiday accommodation…”

“Wait. Mr Evan’s, am I right in thinking that you want to have sex with me?”

“Not just sex.”

She bristled. “I’m not a whore, you don’t need to pay me for sex. I would have fucked you anyway but I don’t want to be paid.” She stood. “In fact, I think I’d rather forget the idea now.”

“Sit,” he barked.

Violet flinched at his sharp tone and immediately sat. She gaped up at the commanding man, her body alive with conflicting emotions. She wanted to fuck him, she really did, but she didn’t want to be brought. She wanted him to need her, to crave her like she did him, not pay her for a quick fuck.

“What I want, Miss Johnson, is more than just sex. I want your complete and utter obedience. And I am not paying you to have sex with me. I could take that from you quite easily, but I will not have my slave struggling to pay her rent and living off cheap ready-meals. I want you healthy and relaxed so you can pay your full attention to servicing your master.”

Licking at her dry lips, Violet gaped at him. “You…you want to dominate me?”

“Yes, you could say that. You are submissive, Violet, even if you haven’t realised it yet.”

She shook her head. “I’m not. I always take the lead. I always have.”

A wry smile tugged across his strong jaw. “Because your partners have let you. They’re too weak and grateful to have you in their bed. You need to a strong partner to treat you properly.” He lowered his voice. “Like a cock-hungry slut.”

Her eyes widened at his crude words but she couldn’t ignore the pulse of her pussy. Was he right? Was this what she’d been missing? No, it couldn’t be. She didn’t like pain. Violet had never tried BDSM but she’d read enough erotica to know that it involved spanking and nipple clamps and stuff.

Peeking at the contract again, she chewed at her lip. The money would be handy. And she could go on holiday. The company had villas in the Canaries. Perhaps she could play his game long enough to get a holiday and save up some cash.

“If I do this, what happens if I change my mind?”

“Same as any contract. You work notice. A week. And you’ll get a healthy severance package. Enough to pay your rent for the next year probably.”

“So if I change my mind, I still have to…to be your slave for a week?”

He nodded.

Her body pounded in anticipation as she considered her options. She could give it a try. If she hated it, she could put up with a week of his attentions, and gain a nice sum of cash at the end of it, and if she liked it…well, either way, she’d get his cock inside of her. She was fairly sure she could put up with quite a bit to give that a try.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Mr Evans didn’t smile, just nodded again, a glint of triumph in his dark eyes. Handing her a pen, he shucked off his suit jacket and laid it over the back of his chair as she leaned over the desk and scribbled her signature.

Before she could straighten, Mr Evans came around behind her and pushed his hips against her bottom. She could feel his erection through her dress, hard and swollen. Peering at him over her shoulder, she noted the predatory look in his expression and a shudder trailed over her. What had she let herself in for?

“You-you want to start now?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“You want to as well, Violet. I know your pussy is slick and ready for me. Especially after your little…private time.”

Violet snapped her gaze back to the glass desk. “You…you saw?”

“We do have CCTV, remember?”

“Oh God.”

“Don’t worry, slut, I’ll be sure to bring to a much more satisfying climax if you behave yourself. Just remember with pain comes pleasure.” His hands came around her, cupping at her breasts and pulling them free from her tight dress. He pinched at her nipples, causing her to squeal before massaging and tugging carefully at them, making her womb clench. “See? Be a good girl, take what I give you and you’ll always be rewarded.”

She nodded furiously as he continued to caress her hard nipples. A bit of pain, right? How bad could it be? She could do this.

A hand curled into her glossy brown hair and yanked her to her feet. She screamed as he whirled her around, her scalp burning. Releasing her hair, Mr Evans stepped back and ran his gaze over her.

“Show me your pussy.” She hesitated for a moment and he gripped at her chin, forcing her frightened gaze to his sinister one. “Show me your pussy.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

Sliding her skirt up her legs, she revealed her slippery sex to him, still exposed after she’d been unable to adjust her knickers. Mr Evans’ eyes alighted on her folds and a small smile twitched on his lips.

“Nice.” He stroked at the tiny strip of hair above her lips. “But this will have to go. I don’t want anything between us when we fuck. Be sure to wax before next time.”

God, now he was telling her how to groom herself? The rebellious side of her warred with the silly, whimpering part of her that simpered and sighed at his brusque words. But then his fingers probed beneath her folds and she forgot what had her so riled.

Circling at her clit, much as she had when she’d masturbated, his other hand came to the zip of her dress and drew it down. Violet exhaled as the tight fabric released her squashed breasts. He took his hand away from her sex for just a moment as he pulled the dress from her, coaxing her to step out of it.

With one swift movement, he tore her underwear from her, leaving her entirely exposed in nothing other than her heels. Violet couldn’t help but slap her hands across herself in shock. Though hardly modest normally, standing naked in his office with him still in his shirt and trousers left her feeling acutely exposed.

Growling, Mr Evans grabbed her hands and tore them away from her. “Never hide yourself from me. Never.”

To ensure she understood the consequences, he brought his hand back to her cunt, squeezing her clit between her fingers until she whimpered and tried to wriggle from his gasp.

“This is my cunt now, to do with as I wish. I don’t care if you’re embarrassed or uncomfortable. This is about what I want, do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,” she squealed as her clit burned under his fingers.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master. Please…” she begged, tears pricking in her eyes.

He released her nub and Violet sagged against him as the blood rushed back into her pussy, creating an odd ache.

“Pleasure and pain, remember?”

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Violet gave a tiny nod. Her skin prickled in anticipation as his hand came back to her cunt and thread its way through her soaking folds. With a sudden thrust, he plunged two fingers into her as his other hand curled possessively around the back of her neck. Mr Evans worked his fingers in and out of her vigorously, making her legs shake. Just as she thought she might come, he withdrew his hand and pinched roughly at her cunt again.

Covering her cry with his mouth, he tasted greedily at her and the pain faded as the heat of his tongue invaded her mouth. She clung to his shoulders, savouring his kiss even as his fingers remained firmly on her clit. He kissed her like a man possessed, murmuring her name. Did he need her as much as she needed him?

And then he pushed back into her slick heat and she exploded against the heel of his hand as he pressed forcefully against her abused sex. Shuddering and bucking, her climax continued as Mr Evans toyed with her nub.

Before she was aware what was happening, Mr Evans had drawn her up against him and hefted her legs around his hips. He must have unzipped himself as his hot cock pressed against her. Without ceremony, he carried her to the window and pressed her bare back against the cold glass, drawing a gasp from her. Just as swiftly, he impaled her onto his rock hard erection, easily invading her soaking sheath.

A feral rumble emanated from Mr Evans as he ploughed into her, hardly giving her a moment to adjust to the size of him in her. She cried out as he pounded her against the window, giving her little choice but to hold on and take it.

“That’s it, little slut, take it deep.”

Barely recovered from her last orgasm, Violet was astonished to feel another one building already. Fuck, who was this man? And why was his brutal treatment of her such a turn on?

The glass shuddered behind her as he thrust again and again, his fat dick gliding into her heat with ease.

“Oh God, Master,” she breathed as her cunt convulsed around him. She clenched her eyes shut as the pleasure rolled through her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced before.

With a grunt, Mr Evans pulled himself from her and dropped her to the ground. “On your knees,” he snapped.

Still dazed, Violet obeyed unthinkingly.

“Open your mouth.” Mr Evans fisted his cock over her, closing his eyes and releasing a low moan as his jizz spurted out, splattering into her open mouth and dripping onto her chest.

Mr Evans smirked at her shocked expression as she gulped down what cum had landed in her mouth. She resisted the temptation to wrinkle her nose. She’d never liked the taste of cum but she doubted very much he would care.

“Stand up.”

Violet came to her feet, her weak legs juddering beneath her. She clasped her hands behind her and held her breath as she waited for her next order. Bloody hell, he’d turned her into a sub already. She just hoped he had more use for her. After that mind-blowing climax, all she wanted was more. Apparently it was Mr Evans that was missing from her sex life.

His hard gaze trailed over her, eyeing the white cream on her chest with a look of satisfaction. “Sit on the desk.”

Eager to obey, Violet scurried over and perched herself on the desk facing the window. As she stared out at the dark evening, she wondered vaguely if anyone had seen them, if anyone could see her now. A glance at Mr Evans’ slightly swollen cock assured her that she didn’t care.

“Spread your legs.”

Violet parted her thighs and fixed a carefully seductive expression onto her face. His cock twitched but he didn’t look amused and he tucked it back into his suit trousers and zipped them up. Sitting down in his leather office chair, he slid towards her and yanked open a draw. Pulling out an odd shaped plastic object with straps attached to it, he smirked as her forehead furrowed in confusion. What was he doing?

“This is a vibrator, Violet. I’m sure you’re familiar with them. I bet you’ve rammed a vibrator up that tight cunt more than once.”

“Yes, but not like that. That’s not meant to go…up me, is it?”

He laughed. “No, you’re right, this is just for your clit.”

Slipping one strap over her high heel, he then did the same with the other and drew it all the way to her juncture. The rubber of the vibrator was shaped perfectly to settle against her clit.

Pulling out a black box with a flourish, Mr Evans grinned as he pressed his thumb against it.

Violet let out a startled cry as the vibrator sprang to life, instantly stimulating her pussy. As quickly as it had started, with a flick of his thumb, it stopped and she sagged.

He stood, loosening his tie and drawing it from his collar. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Violet stiffened, He wanted to tie her up. She’d be entirely at his mercy.

A sharp slap to her thigh had her obeying immediately and he promptly bound her hands behind her back with his tie, yanking tightly on it so that the silk held her wrists firm. She gave an experimental tug and realised there would be no escape. Violet snorted to herself. Twisted man that he was, he was probably an expert in knots.

Settling back into his chair, Mr Evans pushed her to one side, her bottom squeaking across the glass, and reached across for some papers that sat on his desk. Clicking the end of a pen, he bent his head and scribbled away at something, his brow creased in thought.

Darting her gaze from him to the vibrator, Violet fidgeted. “M-Mr Evans?”

Slap. She cried out as his hand swatted at the inside of her thigh. A bright red handprint immediately bloomed on her pale skin and she bit her lip to control her whimper.

Recognising he wanted her silent, Violet sat and waited, the only sounds the scratching of his pen and their breaths. He glanced up at her once before turning his attention back to his papers. She may have sat there for a mere ten minutes but it felt longer and she shivered as her body cooled under the air conditioning.

Abruptly the vibrator came to life, buzzing incessantly against her cunt. She released a groan and bucked as it tickled against her sensitive bud, the vibrations so powerful that it immediately made her sex twitch and quiver. With no escape from the pulsations, she writhed on top of his desk.

Mr Evans paid her no attention and continued with his work even as she flopped back, her hips rolling with each vibration. Her hands were trapped uncomfortably beneath her but she was past caring as an orgasm thundered through her.

The noise of the vibrator changed to a high-pitched whirr.

“Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The sensation of the wildly vibrating rubber was now becoming painful but still her pussy pulsed and twitched. She rolled across his desk in an attempt to wriggle away from it but there was no release and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

“Please,” she implored Mr Evans. “Please, Master, please,” she sobbed.

Her cleft was a fiery ball of agony as the vibrator continued its unrelenting torture. Mr Evans flicked a cold look towards her as he tapped the end of his pen against his chin and then turned his attention back to his work. The awful scalding pleasure built and built and she curled up, weeping as it reached its peak.

And stopped.

A sob bubbled out of her throat and she flopped, her breaths coming hard and fast. Mr Evans’ hands came upon her thighs and she flinched.

“Hush. Be still.”

Violet whimpered as he peeled the straps down her thighs and air swept over her swollen cunt. Shushing and whispering soothing words to her, Mr Evans coaxed her to sitting.

“Stop snivelling,” he ordered gruffly as he brushed a rough hand over her cheek. “Pleasure and pain,” he reminded her.

Sliding her towards the edge of the desk, he drew his chair forwards and settled between her legs.

“Oh, please don’t.” Violet didn’t think she could possibly take anything more.

He gave her a stern look. “I want to taste you.”

Mr Evans dipped his tongue against her raw pussy with surprising tenderness, sweeping over it as if trying to soothe the pain. His licked and suckled gently at her, tasting her with appreciation. The heat of his mouth soon overcame the tenderness of her pussy and she felt the faint throb of a gentle pleasure building, entirely unlike the sharp orgasms the vibrator had given her. It built slowly as his tongue probed and stroked at her, hitting her unexpectedly, a long and slow and deliciously satisfying climax.

As he came away from her, her scent filled the air and Violet gave him a shaky smile. “Oh, thank you, M-Master,” she added hastily.

“You are learning, Violet.” He swept a hand over his chin and licked at his fingers. “You taste bloody delicious.” Grabbing her thighs, he slid her unresisting body off the desk and rewarded her with a deep, consuming kiss.

Breaking away unexpectedly, he set her abruptly away from him and scowled. Had she done something wrong? Had she made him angry? More than anything, she wanted him to kiss her again. Violet didn’t understand why after his treatment of her but she felt connected to him. Some innate part of her called for him to possess her entirely.

“You’re a dangerous creature, Violet, and too beguiling for your own good,” he told her harshly. “This is fucking, nothing more. Remember that.”

Surprised by his sudden gruffness, she tilted her head and studied him. He felt it too, she realised and he was scared. The thought of her dark, daunting boss frightened by her brought a smile to her lips.

His eyes narrowed and he snatched at the top of her arm, spinning her around and slamming her bare breasts against the cold glass of the table. She gasped as he pressed hard into her before pulling away. The rasp of his zipper sounded and heat coiled in her stomach. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted that cock in her again.

Shivering with anticipation as his hand dipped into her damp folds, she laid her cheek against the glass, patiently awaiting her master. Her master? Fuck, she was in deep now.

But then his fingers pressed against her tight puckered ring and she went rigid. Oh God, not that. She’d tried anal sex a couple of times and hadn’t enjoyed it. And those guys had smaller cocks than Mr Evans!

She pushed away from the table but Mr Evans shoved her back down with ease, pressing one hand to the back of her neck. She struggled against him as his finger probed her opening.

“Please don’t, Mr Evans.”

“Master,” he growled.

“Master, please. I don’t want to. Your cock’s too big, it will hurt.”

His mouth came to her ear and he hissed angrily at her. “Do you think I care? You are mine, Violet. My fuck toy. I’ll do what I want with you, whether you like it or not.”

Her pulse pounded and she could feel the prickle of sweat dancing up her spine. He was right. He had her right where he wanted her and he could do whatever he wanted. She fought against him again but with her hands bound behind her back, it was useless.

He wriggled a finger into her arse and she squealed and grimaced as he forced it deeper. A second finger joined it and moved carefully in and out.

“How does that feel?” he asked menacingly, obviously enjoying her discomfort.

“Stop, please. It hurts.” Violet attempted to slide away from him but he kept a hard grip on her. “Mr Evans, no!” she added as forcefully as she could as he pressed back into her stealing the breath from her lungs.

“Be a good girl,” he said with a lunge of his fingers. “Take my cock in your tight little hole and I will reward you.”

“I–I don’t want a reward. I don’t want your cock up my arse!”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have much choice.”

Violet felt the heat of his cock near her lips and she screamed as he thrust forwards. He pushed into her pussy and, for a moment, Violet was struck by the hopeful notion he had just been teasing. To her dismay, he withdrew his solid erection and lined it up with her tiny hole.

Fighting with new vigour, she writhed beneath him but it was no good. The tip of his slippery dick impaled her ring easily, still open from being finger fucked. She gasped as it stretched her wide and he let it sit there for a moment.

“Fuck, that’s tight.”

Mr Evans edged forwards some more and Violet winced as his hard rod invaded further into her arse. With one final push, he sank all the way into her, causing her to shriek. Her arse burnt and she could feel his cock stretching and assaulting her tight hole.

He withdrew slowly, almost to the tip and Violet braced herself as he drove back into her. As her arse loosened around him, he picked up the pace, stabbing at her until she was crying and pleading with him to stop.

Ignoring her cries, Mr Evans continued on, fucking her arse as if he was fucking a soaking pussy. Violet gave up fighting, quickly discovering the more she fought, the worse it was and she lay limply against the desk and allowed him to pound into her.

His breaths became harsh and his cock twitched inside of her. It sent an odd fission through her body and her cunt pulsed with need. He must have felt it as he brought one finger to her clit and began stroking carefully at her still tender cleft.

As he continued to drive his shaft into her, a flush of pleasure raced underneath her skin and she tensed and shifted, his fingers causing her pussy to throb and swell.

“That’s it, slut,” he urged. “Come for me.”

Playing deftly with her bud, he brought her to the edge before gripping at her hips and ploughing into her. She groaned as a shudder racked her and her body tensed as the pleasure reached its peak, bursting from her abused cunt and arse all through her.

This sent Mr Evans over the edge and he came with a muttered curse, filling her arse with his scorching seed. He pulled away quickly, leaving her arse open and gaping. She took a moment to gather her breath and then glanced around hesitantly to see him running a hand over his face.

“Fuck.” He paced, darting looks at her as she lay limply across his desk. “Fuck, fuck fuck. It wasn’t meant to be like this.”

Violet managed to peel herself away from the table and wavered on her feet. Mr Evans noticed this and coaxed her into his chair. She frowned at this oddly caring move. In fact, everything that had just happened made her confused. He’d just fucked her arse when she had distinctly said no. She was not willing, yet somehow it had been the best orgasm of her life.

“I’ll get cum on the seat,” she said quietly.

He waved his hand dismissively and stalked over to the fridge in the corner, wrenching it open and pulling out a beer and cracking it. He downed some as Violet observed the bob of his Adam’s apple before holding it out to her. She drank gratefully, some of it dribbling down her chin as he tilted it for her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked meekly.

Mr Evans stopped and stared at her. “ This was meant to be no more than fucking, Violet. You were meant to be my slave no more, no less.”

“Am I not your slave? I mean, I just did everything you wanted.”

He leant over, placing his hands on the arms of the chair and fixing her with his intense gaze. “You feel it too. This is more than…than just sex.”

“Damn right it is, you fucked my arse!” she said indignantly.

“You’re telling me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Her heart fluttered as his dark eyes bore into hers. After that amazing orgasm, she was convinced there was no other man for her now. Jesus, he’d taught her more about herself in the space of an hour than any other man had achieved in many nights of sex.

Violet flushed. “Well, I…no, but I…”

“Exactly.” He dropped onto his knees in front of her and reached around her, loosening the tie and releasing her hands. She rubbed at her wrists and he took them carefully into his large hands, caressing the tender skin. “You were meant to be a good fuck, but you’re bloody more than that, Violet. And now…”

“What?”

“Now I don’t want to share you.”

“Share me?” she spluttered. What the fuck did he mean?

“Mr Harrison should be here shortly.”

“And?” She blinked. “You mean you were going to share me with him?”

He nodded grimly.

“But-but I never agreed to that! I was going to be your slave. I–I want to be your slave. Yours alone,” she added huskily.

Mr Evans cupped her chin. “Me too, sweetheart. But you did agree to this, it’s all in the contract and Mr Harrison is expecting a fuck.”

She crossed her arms over her bare chest. “Well, tell him he can’t have one.”

“It’s not that easy. He’s from the head office. He’ll probably fire you and chuck me out on my arse too.”

“He can’t do that, surely?”

“He can do what he wants, Violet, he’s the boss.” He eyed her seriously. “You want to be my slave?”

Violet stared at her hands. She did. For some fucked up reason, she wanted nothing more than to service him every hour of the day. She wanted him to use and abuse her body just as he already had. Bloody hell, she was a submissive, just like she’d read in all those BDSM novels. Who’d have known?

A smile twitched on her lips and she met his gaze. “Yes.”

Mr Evan grinned with satisfaction. “Good, because you are one horny little slut and I have so many more uses for that body. But first, for me, fuck Mr Harrison. I’ll be here, watching. I’ll look after you.”

She gulped and hesitated, even though she knew what the answer was. “I’ll do it.”

“Good girl.” He patted her leg as he stood and drew her to her feet. “Lie across the desk, he likes that.”

“Should I clean myself up first?”

He observed the cum dripping down her legs and shook his head. “No, he’ll like it.”

Fighting the urge to smooth down her non-existent clothes, she positioned herself across the desk, her bottom facing the door. “Like this?”

His followed her around and his shoe nudged her feet apart. “That’s it,” he said. “Fuck, I could screw you again so easily. Your holes are so bloody tempting.”

A knock at the door made her jump and her heartbeat kicked up as she waited, completely on display for another man.

“Come in.”

The door opened but Violet kept her eyes shut, the humiliation burning through her body.

“Patrick,” a deep voice greeted sharply. “So this is the one then. You were right, she’s bloody stunning.”

His cold hands touched her bottom and she squealed in surprise. He trailed his fingers up her spine, around the side of her breast and back over her bottom before tracing her folds.

“A natural submissive,” he murmured.

Violet opened her eyes to see Mr Evans watching her intently. She locked her gaze onto his and it gave her courage. She would do this for her master.

The rasp of a zipper sounded and the head of Mr Harrison’s erection prodded her entrance. She tensed as his cold hands grasped her hips and he lunged quickly, skewering her slick channel easily. No waiting around with this one, she thought, supressing a silly giggle.

Mr Harrison fucked her roughly as Mr Evans stared at her with a nebulous look in his eyes. As he grunted and groaned, Violet couldn’t help but spot the erection straining at her master’s trousers. This was turning him on. The knowledge emboldened her and sent a rush of gratification down to her pussy. What she had just been tolerating now turned into enjoyment and she bucked back into Mr Harrisons thrusts.

“Wild one you got here, Patrick,” Mr Harrison growled. “Say, do you want some?”

Violet willed him on with her eyes and he nodded curtly. “Why not?”

She found herself hauled up by her hair and dragged over to the leather couch that occupied one side of the office. With a heavy push, Mr Harrison pressed her over the edge of the arm so her bottom thrust into the air. Barely taking a moment to let her get used to the position, he plunged back into her, screwing her with renewed enthusiasm.

Mr Evans pulled out his hard shaft and settled onto the couch, bringing his cock up to her mouth. Violet took it gratefully and sucked greedily as Mr Harrison pushed her head down onto him. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged but a glance at her master’s face encouraged her, and she continued to take him as far back as she could.

As Mr Evans’ face contorted with pleasure, so did her pussy and Mr Harrison drove himself into her with increasing speed. With a moan, he spilled into her, the feel of his cum against her walls triggering her own climax. She groaned around Mr Evans’ cock as her cunt twitched.

Finally pulling out from her, Mr Harrison zipped himself up and patted at her bottom. “She’s a good girl this one. I’ll leave you to it, Patrick.”

And with that, he left them. Neither of them took much notice, too absorbed in their own world, Violet intent on giving her new master as much pleasure as possible. A low groan arose from his chest and he gripped at her head as he prodded the back of her throat. His hips came away from the couch as his shaft went tense before exploding into her mouth. She swallowed the salty cum down, all thoughts of her dislike of it gone. Instead, she ate it up as if it were a delicacy and then licked his cock clean like she had read about in erotica books.

Mr Evans stroked at her hair as she finished, eyeing her with a grin. She met his gaze and offered him a timid smile.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I did it for you.”

“You’re a good girl. A good slave.” He came to sitting and dragged her into his lap, playing absently with her nipples. “It was hot to watch you being fucked by someone else, but you won’t be doing that again. Once is enough. From now on, the only cock going up that cunt is mine.”

Violet nodded eagerly, a warmth settling into her chest at his words.

“He won’t want to fuck me again?”

“I’ll just tell him you wanted out and worked your weeks’ notice.” He stroked a thumb across her nose. “So you’ll be my whore permanently?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“You’ll still get all the perks.”

“I don’t need any perks.” It was funny how a holiday in the Canaries had lost all its appeal, especially if it wasn’t with her master.

Standing suddenly, she sauntered over to the desk, knowing his eyes would be glued on the sway of her arse. She grabbed the contract and swivelled around to face him. He eyed her warily.

“You can consider this contract void, Master,” she said with a grin as she tore it in two and flung it in the bin.

“What the fuck?”

Strolling back over to him, she straddled him and took his face into her hands. “I don’t need a contract, Master. I only need you. I am yours and you are mine, aren’t you?”

“Too bloody right,” he said with vigour as he kissed her greedily. “I knew I wanted you from the moment you came for your interview, you dirty little whore you.” She looked at him in surprise. “Well, you didn’t think I hired you for your skills, did you?”

Arousal flooded her pussy immediately and she sighed with contentment. Whatever the hell it was that was missing, she had found it.

“But some of those terms still stand,” he muttered between kisses. “Holidays…time off…and you are not remaining in that shitty flat of yours.”

“But I don’t nee-”

He smacked her arse, making her gasp and leaving it stinging. “Pleasure and pain remember? You are going to need those things after all I’ve got planned for you. You’ll deserve some pleasure. And if I can’t take my slave to the company villa, then what’s the point in being the boss?”

“Oh,” she breathed. “Good.” Excitement bubbled up inside of her as his hands stroked over her body and his mouth claimed hers again. Whatever he had planned for her, she was more than looking forward to it. He squeezed a nipple between his fingers and she moaned.

“Oh, Mr Evans.”

He swatted sharply at her arse. “Master.”

She grinned. If he thought that was a deterrent, he had another thing coming.

“Oh, Mr Evans…”

Content

J. A. Bailey
Bound by the Boss