by Jamie Knight
“Sit,” he said, pointing towards a leather sofa at the back of the room.
I did as he asked and watched as he took a black lacquered box with my initials engraved on the front in white from one of his desk drawers.
“This,” he said opening the box and taking out what looked like a pink belt with stainless steel bits hanging off it, “is how I intend to stop you.”
“What is that?” I asked, eyeing the contraption with uncertainty.
“A chastity belt. It’ll protect your clit from your fingers.”
“Are you for real? You expect me to wear that thing?” I tilted my head and examined the strange device. “How am I supposed to use the bathroom?”
“You’ll have no issues. Every day you’ll come to my office so I can adjust as needed.”
I chewed on my inner cheek and shook my head. “Kane, I’m really not sure about this. What if people notice the outline against my clothes?”
“They won’t. It’s discreet. No one but us will know you’re wearing it.”
My head filled with hundreds of excuses. I really didn’t want that thing on me. “It looks uncomfortable.”
“I’m told it’s very comfortable.” He sat on the couch beside me and put the box between us.
“It’ll smell if I have to wear it for two weeks. I have a thing about smells,” I complained.
“Like I said, you’ll come to my office every day. I’ll take it off for a few minutes, so you can clean it and yourself.” He nodded to his left. “I have a private shower room.”
My stomach roiled. I leaned back into the couch and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly uncomfortable with my breasts being exposed. “I promise I can keep my hands to myself, but I don’t want to wear that thing.”
He pursed his lips.
“We can compromise. Wear it for one day and if you like it, keep wearing it.”
“And if I don’t?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Do you agree?” He held the box up to me as if it was a present.
Did I agree? What was I so frightened of? If need be, I would think myself into an orgasm. I didn’t like the thought of being trapped or constrained. But I would try it for one day for Kane.
“Fine. One day.”
He leaned towards me, and said, “Take off your skirt and come here.”
“Promise, if I don’t like it after one day, you’ll take it off, won’t you?” I asked, looking for his reassurance.
“In a heartbeat.”
He nodded, his brown eyes sincere.
I removed my skirt and panties and went to him. He stood, moved to my back and brushed his fingers ever so softly beneath the crease of my ass cheeks. Reaching around, he placed a soft silicone belt around my waist and fastened it at the back.
He then fitted a metal shield trimmed with silicone the entire length of my labia and completed my imprisonment by securing a panel from front to back and then locked them in place with two small padlocks.
The cool sensation of the metal and silicone against my skin was oddly erotic. I kind of liked the feeling but I wouldn’t admit that. Not yet.
“Maybe from now on, when I tell you to do something, you’ll listen.”
He ran his hand over the cup covering my pussy.
“And maybe from now on, you’ll understand I don’t play games. When I say something, I mean it and I always follow through. If you’re lucky, I’ll use one of the dildos that come with it in your pussy or ass tomorrow and make you keep it inside all day.”
“Oh.”
My inner muscles clenched, and my clit fluttered against the steel panel thinking about having a dildo inside me for hours on end.
“How does it feel?”
I shrugged.
“Fine. Comfortable, I guess.”
He smiled. He knew I was lying, and that I liked how it felt.
Because of everything that had happened between us, the need to come was powerful, and when I got home, I’d figure out a way to make that happen. Kane would never know.
“A car is waiting for you downstairs. I have some work to do.”
The way he said it was a little indifferent and his tone stung, but I was fast learning Kane didn’t like to waste time.
I glanced down at my naked chest and at my crumpled, cum covered skirt on the floor.
“I can’t go anywhere like this.”
He strode to a wall on the left-hand side of the room and pressed his hands against one of the wood panels. The panel opened and revealed a bathroom and a closet.
“Take one of my shirts. No one will see you when you leave. I have a private elevator that’ll take you down to the rear of the building. You’ll be able to leave undetected.”
Before I went to the closet to select a shirt, he handed me a business card. “This has my private phone number my private email address. Call me anytime you need me.”
He clamped his hands either side of my face and then pressed his lips to mine. Maybe he didn’t mean for our kiss to be so ferocious or so passionate, but that’s what happened. He broke away for a split second before slamming his mouth to mine, stealing my breath and my sanity simultaneously.
I was desperate for the orgasm he’d refused to give me. All too soon our kiss ended.
“It’s only been two days,” he said, gently, “but I already know I’m in trouble.”
He wasn’t the only one.
Chapter Sixteen - Kane
I motioned to the server for another glass of wine—red and dry. While I waited, my thoughts drifted to Reese. Not that my thoughts were ever anywhere else these days.
Was locking her in a chastity belt unfair?
No doubt about it.
Was making her wear it for so long torture?
Absolutely.
What I’d demanded from her wasn’t easy. It’d been twelve days since she’d signed the NDA and twelve days since I’d seen her, but that wasn’t by choice.
Unexpectedly, I’d had to fly to Europe on business, and had only arrived home a few hours ago. I was now catching up with Ray, my CFA, over dinner. Ray and his team were in charge of keeping track of McKenzie Technologies’ money and making sure my accounts were sound. He was a good man and while meeting with him was important all I wanted to do was sink my cock between Reese’s tight, wet folds.
During my absence, Melissa had assured me she’d been taking care of my new pet. When Reese came up to my office every day, she had unlocked the chastity belt and let Reese shower and clean it. Something that should have been my job.
But Melissa was discreet and didn’t judge. My PA had assured me that Reese was a very good girl and for that I had her attach one of the dildos to the chastity belt and let Reese were it in her pussy for a day. Reese had sent me a very pleased “thank you” text after that.
I smiled, thinking of her tight pussy stretched over the hard-plastic dildo. It rode along inside her all day, pressing into her pussy walls and fucking her with every movement she made. It was enough to tease her and fill her but not enough to let her come.
When I had time, I had watched her on the security camera’s during that day. She had snuck into the bathroom several times, for ten minutes or more each time, and after every visit, she came out looking flustered and annoyed. I knew she could just get herself to the brink of an orgasm but never come. I had eased her punishment, not taken it away.
“A penny for them,” Ray said, dragging me from my reverie.
I blinked at him, tapped my fingers on the table and then scratched my chin.
“Just thinking about the accounting issue you mentioned last week,” I lied. “What else have you learned?”
Ray pushed away the plate that had held his steak dinner with a sigh. He picked up his glass of merlot and took a sip before answering.
“To begin with, it was only a couple of thousand here and there. But now it’s a hundred grand here and there. The missing amo
unt is almost five million. It won’t take my team long to figure everything out.”
I nodded in agreement and Ray continued, “Whoever it is, is smart. They’ve set up offshore companies to make everything look legitimate. I think they’re gearing up to take millions more. They’ve been testing the water, so to speak.”
“I have every faith in your abilities to find out who’s behind the embezzlement.”
I took a sip of my own wine, not at all worried about the money.
“I just want this matter settled as soon as possible. Nothing can upset the merger with Aston’s company next month.”
As I stared out the windows of the restaurant snow began to fall. Manhattan was slowly being covered in white.
It was beautiful, but it only reminded me of the way my cum looked on Reese’s bare breasts. I loved marking her as mine like that. It was something I planned to do again. As soon as I could.
“It’s not really my abilities. It’s my team’s abilities,” Ray admitted, being modest.
When I didn’t answer, he took another sip of wine and leaned back in his chair.
“What’s got you so distracted? You’re here in body but not in mind. Care to share?” He grinned. “I’m guessing it’s a woman.”
I huffed out a laugh and turned to him.
“That obvious?”
“Perhaps a trip to the Dark Club will take your mind off her? Nothing like a blow job from a willing sub to clear the cobwebs,” Ray suggested.
He had many of the same sexual appetites as I did and had introduced me to a BDSM club that catered to those sorts of tastes in a discreet fashion. I had depended on the Dark Club for years after Sadie died.
Now, it didn’t seem like enough. I was done with one-night stands. All I wanted was Reese.
I shook my head.
“Thanks, but tonight, it would feel too much like cheating.”
He raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“Must be serious.”
“Too early to tell,” I explained, absentmindedly tapping my fingers on the table again, “but I haven’t felt this way about anyone since Sadie.”
Ray blew out a long breath and then smiled.
“I’m glad. How did you two meet?”
“I spotted her when we were negotiating the Hillocks buyout. When I saw her hunched over her desk, it was like Cupid had me in his fucking crosshairs. She didn’t even notice me. Perhaps that’s why I’m so interested in her.”
I grinned.
Ray guffawed.
“She might be the first woman not to fall at the feet of the legendary Kane McKenzie. What took you so long to make a move?”
“Honestly, man, I wrestled with it every day. Choosing a pet from one’s own employee pool can be dangerous, but she’s too good to pass up. So, when I saw my chance and I took it. That fucker Simon almost stuck his claws into her.”
He nodded in realization.
“Ah, Reese.”
Setting his wine glass down on the table, he leaned towards me.
“You know, Kane. A few vicious rumors are being spread about her throughout the office. There’s a new story every day on Watercooler, the inter office chat room.”
I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. I should have never let that chat room be created. It was supposed to help the employees feel comradery, but now, mostly, it was a place for rumors and gossip.
“I bet, and I know where they’re coming from. Don’t believe them.”
“I don’t. I know better than to listen to office gossip.”
Ray waved a hand in a dismissive manner.
“I’m just saying, be careful. Some of your employees might see you as favoring her. Dating an employee is a tricky situation.”
I shrugged. Thoughts of Reese’s sexy curves and ample bosom filled my mind. I remembered the way she looked with my long, hard cock filling her mouth. She had sucked so eagerly, so willingly.
“There’s something about her I can’t resist,” I admitted to Ray. “She’s quirky and funny and hard-working and smart.”
“Do I have to ask if she’s open-minded?”
He raised an eyebrow to emphasize his question.
“What do you think?” I laughed. “I don’t think she knows how open-minded she is yet.”
Ray smiled at me in a knowing manner. He picked up his wine glass, drained it and then waved to the waitress to bring him another glass.
“If this woman is everything you say she is, then why are you spending Saturday night with me instead of her?”
I groaned a bit and ran my fingers through my hair.
“Because I set her a task. She’s been questioning my authority and she’s being punished. She has two days left. If she were with me, both of us would fail. I want her to learn to obey my every order.”
Ray raised an eyebrow.
“Care to share what task?”
“Self-control.”
He nodded, looking at me like I might elaborate, but I didn’t. Ray didn’t need to know every little detail about Reese, but he knew me well enough to know I liked to set challenges for people to see how they fared under pressure.
So far Reese had passed with flying colors. Me, not so much. I was on the verge of desperation. Fourteen days was too much for both of us. Maybe the task should end tonight.
I shifted in my seat and Ray smirked at my discomfort. It was something he was familiar with himself, since he had also trained a pet or two. So, he didn’t give me any grief.
“When are you going to introduce her to the scene? Bring her to the club?” he asked.
“I haven’t given it much thought. She’s not ready yet, and, who knows, perhaps I never will. I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time I put that hedonistic part of my life behind me. Made a fresh start.”
Ray blinked at me in disbelief. I ignored his questioning gaze and drained my wine glass. Raising a hand, I signaled to the server that we were ready for the check.
Ray was a good and loyal friend, but at the same time, I didn’t want to share anything more about Reese with him, or with anyone. I wanted to keep her mine for a little while longer.
Soon enough, everyone would know about us because I wouldn’t keep our relationship a secret forever, but I would keep it a secret for right now.
After the server had reappeared with the check and once I’d paid, Ray smacked his hand against the table.
“Kane, come to the Dark Club with me anyway, for one last hurrah. There’s no harm in looking, is there? If you’re not going to take advantage of all the free pussy, you can be my wingman while I do.”
I shook my head and laughed.
“As if you need a wingman. I think I’ll head home.”
I couldn’t—wouldn’t—wait any longer. Tonight, I would make Reese mine.
“There’s something I need to do.”
“You mean someone. Jesus,” he said, knocking back the rest of his drink. “You’ve got it bad.”
I smiled and didn’t disagree.
After leaving the restaurant, I slid into my waiting car. Max, my driver, greeted me.
“Evening, Mr. McKenzie. Home?” he asked, with his easy and patient voice.
“I’ll take one of the cars from the office,” I explained. “There’s someone I need you to pick up and bring to the beach house.”
Max nodded, put up the barrier between us and drove me back to McKenzie Technologies. It was a short ride but gave me ample time to come up with a plan for the evening. Reese had been a good girl the past twelve days, I was going to reward her, but first, I wanted to test her limits.
I smiled to myself and my dick twitched, eager to enact my dirty thoughts.
Tonight, I would see if Reese was an exhibitionist.
My good little pet was going to put on a show.
Chapter Seventeen - Reese
Almost twelve days without an orgasm.
Twelve absurdly frustrating days
.
I’d barely heard from Kane, and I hadn’t seen Kane. Even though I had his personal phone number now, I hadn’t called him. I just sent a few texts.
If he’d wanted to talk to me or hear my voice, he would have called me, and he didn’t. It was frustrating as hell. I didn’t know where we were at or what he was thinking.
I’d taken to wearing shapeless maxi dresses into the office hoping they somewhat disguised the chastity belt. It felt so bulky between my legs. I didn’t want anyone to ask what it was.
Every day since he’d put the damned thing on, Melissa had been the one to release me from my prison to allow me to clean up, not Kane. Sure, I knew his trip to Europe was unavoidable but that didn’t mean his absence didn’t piss me off.
Every morning before I clocked in, I went up to Kane’s office via the hidden elevator and freshened up. Melissa gave me some privacy but there was no time to get any relief, I’d tried.
If this was the lesson he’d intended to teach me, I could for sure say I’d learned it. From now on, I would do everything he asked of me because I didn’t want to suffer this punishment ever again. No one deserved this kind of frustration.
I thought I would have been able to figure out how to make myself come, but it had been impossible. Every night I’d had explicit wet dreams starring Kane, but no matter how much I tried to grind against the panel on my belt or try to fuck myself with the dildo he allowed me for a day, I hadn’t been able to get myself off.
Now, here I was on for the second Saturday in a row stuck at home. I stomped around my apartment looking for something to do. I didn’t want to go clubbing with my friends. If I went out, what was I supposed to wear? I couldn’t wear any of my cute party dresses because the belt’s outline would be too obvious.
My two-week sentence was up on Monday, but I didn’t think I could take another day of this archaic torture.
I picked up my phone and almost started dialing Kane’s phone number to give him a piece of my mind. But I stopped myself. With my luck, he’d get mad and extend my torture to three weeks.
Staring at his name on the screen of my phone, I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders back. No, I wasn’t going to yell at him. It was just two more days. I could wait till Monday.