by Livia Grant
The smile that didn't quite reach his eyes was back. "Think of it more like a contract and less like dating. We have an arrangement. Arrangements have rules, Hannah. It's how I maintain order in my life."
"That doesn't sound very romantic," she said.
"I wasn't aware you were looking for romance. I'd reset your expectations if I were you."
His words confused her. He'd just wined and dined her at a five-star restaurant—had given her a box full of diamonds. Did he want to date her or not? She sipped her drink as she spun their conversation around in her head, feeling more confused with each passing minute. By the time she set her empty glass down on the bar, she felt light-headed. Sweat beaded on her face as the room grew oppressively warm. She leaned forward to lie her forehead down in an effort to stop the room from spinning.
Jake's voice continued, but it sounded like he was getting further away, down a long tunnel. For the briefest of seconds, she had the clarity to realize he'd slipped something into her drink. There was no way one drink could make her feel like this, but that moment of clarity quickly slipped away, replaced with a pulsing throb at her core. She wiggled in her chair, trying to scratch the itch of desire that had flamed in her skimpy panties.
"...help you relax. I can't have you working yourself up into an unnecessary frenzy over nothing. I'm going to take such good care of you."
She'd missed the first part of what he said, but in that moment, she couldn't wait for Jake to take good care of her. A vision of him laying her over the bar, stepping up behind her and fucking her hard had a throaty groan escaping.
What the fuck did he give me? I'm in so much trouble.
He was done talking. He moved to her side of the bar, scooping her into his arms in a deceptively gentle embrace. He chuckled when she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on as he carried her down a long hallway, with several closed doors lining each side. When they got to the end of the hall, he once again had to input his retinal print and long code sequence. Alarm bells were still going off and her psyche tried to rally a protest again. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and her protest was a disoriented mumble.
"Shhh. I can't wait for you to see how special my office is, and all I've prepared for you to work here with me."
The room was pitch black, but as soon as they entered, soft recessed lighting illuminated several large bookcases and a small bar area. The only other light that had come on was a lamp on a huge wooden desk the size of a conference table. The only reason she suspected it was Jake's desk was because there was only one leather chair behind it. On the surface, the room looked like an executive office.
She forced herself to keep looking around the space, despite her growing lethargy. Jake stood in the middle of the room, slowly turning with her in his arms, as if he wanted her to see what awaited her.
The lack of windows caught her attention first. The room was completely private. There was one door other than the one they had entered through, and she could see a vanity sink... a private bathroom. She noticed a second, smaller desk to the side of the room, in a location easily monitored from Jake's workspace. Her eyes caught an odd piece of furniture in the corner, but the shadows were too dark to make out if it was a table or chair. A small seating area with a couch, loveseat and coffee table sat opposite the desk.
Jake moved behind his desk, sitting in his chair, cradling her too gently in his arms. For a moment it felt nice, as he stroked her long, sandy-blonde hair intimately. She had just about convinced herself she'd been imagining the danger before when she noticed the heavy steel rings attached every few inches along the exterior edge of Jake's desk. They lined the top and bottom edge of the desk. It seemed like a strange choice in décor.
"This is an odd desk." Her stilted words sounded distant.
"It's a special desk. I like to engage in unique activities in my office. This desk is an important part of that."
"Activities?" Her tongue felt thick, making the single word sound distorted to her ears.
"Let's call them performance evaluation activities. I am a precise man. I require precise performance from my employees. If they miss the mark, I enjoy correcting them in order to help improve their performance."
"Performance?" The word was slurred. Her head was still foggy.
He didn't answer, but instead pulled a manila folder out of the top drawer and opened it. She saw her name, Hannah Martine, printed on the tab. The thickness of the file alarmed her. What information had he collected about her? Panic that he knew about her life in Ohio before she had moved to California threatened to overwhelm her.
As if he understood her fear, he pulled out a sheet of paper a few layers in. It was a print out of a newspaper article that she had memorized. She didn't need to read it to know what it said. The desire to throw up was strong and she swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. Jake Davenport had researched her life. That meant he knew...
"Now, first I'd like you to know how sorry I am for all of the legal and family problems you've had in your relatively short life, Hannah. I want to reassure you, your problems are behind you now. Like I said, I'm going to take care of you. You believe that, don't you? You believe I'll take good care of you?"
His voice held no warmth. It felt as if she were being held tight by a robot as his words sank in. "How?" Damn her inability to string even two words together.
Jake didn't seem to mind. "I'm a security expert. I don't let anyone into my inner circle without knowing every single secret they want to keep buried. You have quite a few unfortunate secrets, I'm afraid, but lucky for you, I'm very good at keeping secrets. You believe that, Hannah, don't you? That I'll keep your secrets if you keep mine?"
"What secrets?" Their eyes met again. For the first time, he looked like he was having fun; deriving joy from her growing distress.
"Well for starters, I am the master of every aspect of my business. And I do mean every aspect. That means that what I say goes. Employees who fail to meet my expectations are disciplined according to the severity of my disappointment," he said.
"Disciplined?" Back to one word.
"I am a firm believer in discipline in all things. It can be as simple as sitting perfectly still to contemplate your error, or as complicated as a full punishment session meant to humiliate and hurt you into submission."
His words washed over her like a blanket of dread. She'd suspected he would be a dominant lover, a prospect that excited her. But punishment was something she was less sure about. Her brain and body were conflicted at the thought of surrendering to Jake’s will.
Her stomach lurched and gurgled. "I don't feel well. I need to use the restroom." At last she found her words.
"Of course." He carried her across the room to the open bathroom door, but instead of depositing her on her feet and leaving, he sat her on the vanity counter and began unzipping her dress.
She tried to swat his hands away, but he was too fast and strong. "That's enough. We wouldn't want you to be sick on the only dress you have with you, would we?" he said.
Once he had pulled the dress over her head, she sat in front of him in her matching bra, panties, and high heels. She watched him appraise her body up and down, the bulge in his suit pants growing with each passing moment. Despite her fear and his heavy-handed handling of her, her drugged body responded to the desire she saw reflected back at her.
He lifted her again to carry her to the toilet, putting her feet on the tiled floor before pulling her panties down to bare her pussy to his gaze. She rushed to sit on the toilet to try to hide her bald pussy from his prying eyes.
Her stomach rolled again. "Aren't you leaving? I need privacy," she muttered.
He looked like he might argue and then changed his mind. Instead, he took a step back. "We haven't gone through the contract yet, so you don't know that you will no longer have any privacy from me, Hannah. There is no part of your life you'll hide from me. But for tonight only, I'll let that news sink in for a few minutes. I
'll be just outside. You are not allowed to close the door, understood?"
It was in that moment she understood the gravity of his crazy. She fought to clear her head so she could think her way out of this mess, but the cramping in her stomach insisted she gain some privacy soon or risk embarrassing herself further.
"Understood."
"Good girl. You have five minutes before I come in to retrieve you. Use them well."
He stopped to grab her dress before walking out, leaving the door wide open.
Chapter Two
Hannah
Hannah tried to counteract the drugs Jake had given her by splashing water on her face and drinking water cupped in her shaking hands, hoping to dilute the chemicals coursing through her system. There was no other explanation for her disorientation. Even on her best day, she'd known she'd need to keep her wits about her to banter with Jake Davenport. Drugged, she had no chance of protecting herself.
His voice calling her from the office prompted her to hurry. As scary as Jake was already, she didn't want to see him truly angry. She steeled her resolve. She had one focus, and that was getting out of this house as soon as possible. Then she'd stay far away from him.
And from now on I'll listen to my inner voice when it tells me to steer clear of someone.
She hated that she was in her bra and panties. Even when she was fully dressed, Jake had a way of making her feel vulnerable. She took a deep breath and left the relative safety of the bathroom, stopping just inside the room to let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. He'd turned on another small lamp, on what she presumed would be her desk. A laptop and several notebooks waited there for her. She glanced around the room until she saw him sitting on the couch.
"Come. Join me." He reached his hand out to beckon her closer. She forced her unsteady steps forward until she was a few feet away. She moved to sit on the couch, but Jake stopped her.
"Time to take the rest of your clothes off, Hannah. You will always be naked in my office."
She protested. "I haven't said yes to the job. Not like this. I'm not feeling well. I'd like to go home now."
For the briefest second his eyes flashed with anger, but then it was gone. His impatient sigh was the only indication he was growing irritable.
"We both know it's just a matter of time. I have the employment contract right here, and we'll go through it and the rules together, but we'll do it as we should; with you naked and kneeling on the rug at my feet like the good little submissive I'm going to turn you into. You have one minute, starting now. I was hoping we wouldn't need to start our relationship with a punishment, but believe me when I say I'd be thrilled to discipline you tonight. The question is, are you prepared to go home unable to sit comfortably for a few days?"
His words were shocking, yet her body betrayed her as her pulse quickened at the sound of that charged word: punishment. It had to be the drugs making her panties damp. Hannah could smell her own arousal and she prayed she was far enough away from Jake to prevent him from detecting her erotic aroma, as well. At least her brain was smart enough to panic, yet little good that would do.
Time stood still while she tried to focus on her options. Only when he indicated she had thirty seconds left did she begin to unhook her bra, letting the lacy fabric fall away from her firm breasts. Her panties were next. She'd just stepped out of them when Jake called 'time'. Relief at making it under the wire warred with the humiliation of standing naked before a man she barely knew, who was now watching her like the predator he was.
"Tsk, tsk. I'm sorry you didn't listen very well, my dear. Naked is naked. I'm afraid you failed your first test," he said.
"But—"
"Slip out of your shoes, Hannah. I'm waiting."
He looked so calm. So in control. She knew she must look frantic, and he probably liked that. Her breathing was shallow as she reached down to unbuckle her high heels, slipping them off before standing truly naked before Jake Davenport.
"Come closer. As it's your first night, I'll go easy on you. Let's get you draped over my lap now like a good girl."
Hannah stood frozen. Her legs wouldn't move. Jake's eyes narrowed until he finally spoke, his voice laced with menace. "You have ten seconds to get your fucking ass across my lap, young lady. If I have to get up to get you, I'll be taking you to the spanking bench in the corner of the room. Do you see it? Do you see the thick leather restraints I'll use to tie you down, to render you immobile? Do you understand that's where naughty girls are disciplined in this office? There, or strapped across my desk. What's it going to be?"
She hated her choices. And she hated Jake Davenport. She considered rushing to the door to try to escape, but even if she got out of the office, she suspected she was locked in the house. Would she even leave naked if she had the chance?
Her feet shuffled closer to Jake until he could reach out and yank her roughly across his lap. The wind was knocked out of her by the jarring weight of her fall. He had reclined on the plush couch and situated her torso so she lay on the couch face down over his lap. His right leg wrapped around her legs, trapping her against his body, while he hugged her waist against him so hard his arm felt like an inflexible iron band.
Before she could even catch her breath, the spanking began. Jake's heavy hand struck her upturned ass cheeks in a rapid fire. When she pushed her body up to try to wiggle free, he pressed on her back, subduing her easily with his left hand as his right hand lit her bottom to a fiery burn.
Dark memories of helpless days past threaten to invade, but she pushed them down. She fought like a wildcat to free herself, but Jake's laughter told her she was only helping him enjoy his domination of her that much more. He was relentless in his delivery, raining down slap after slap across her buttocks and upper thighs until Hannah was reduced to a sobbing mess. Only once her submission to the punishment became clear did Jake finally slow and then stop his hand from striking her flesh.
She had panicked when the pain became too much, and it took several long minutes for her to calm. Jake used that time wisely, rubbing her throbbing ass in a deceivingly gentle caress, allowing his fingers to slide lower, grazing her puckered rosebud on the way to her sopping wet pussy.
His chuckle at finding her soaked in her own juices completed her humiliation. In that moment, she hated her own body worse than she hated Jake Davenport. The feeling of his digits rubbing her swollen clit pushed her to the edge and Hannah squeezed her eyes closed, letting the ecstasy brought by his fingers erase the pain he'd brought with the palm of his hands just minutes before.
"That's it, baby. Let me take care of you. Your body wants this."
The drugs had to still be coursing through her bloodstream. That was the only explanation for her desperation to feel him inside her. His fingers were teasing. Her body wanted—no, needed—to be fucked.
"Jake..."
"That's 'Sir.'" His fingers left her pussy immediately.
She wiggled her ass, hoping to make contact with his magic fingers again. She'd been so close to coming. Jake swatted her ass hard, reminding her he was still in control.
"Sir, please... I need..."
"That's right, Hannah. Tell me what you need. Use your words."
He teased her pussy again, edging her closer to coming. She fought the good fight for several agonizing minutes while Jake played her body like a musical instrument. Shame mingled with her physical need to create a heady cocktail of taboo desire that eventually couldn't be pushed down.
"I need you... inside me... now."
Her words set Jake into motion; horrifyingly swift motion. She found herself shoved off his lap, her knees crashing to the carpeted floor between his open legs. He pulled her body forward and her hands behind her back, making quick work of wrapping what felt like a tie around her upper arms, holding them tightly together. The strain on her shoulders was immediate and she had to arch her back, pressing her bare breasts into Jake's body as he immobilized her.
Things moved so fast, made worse by
her continued lethargy from the drugs in her system. Jake pressed her body off his lap long enough to unzip his pants and pull out his fully erect, eight-inch, cut cock. She choked out a protest just as he wrapped both hands in her long hair and pulled her face to his tool. His masculine scent was strong and the dollop of pre-cum she'd seen on the slit of his erection slid across her cheek as she struggled to pull away from him.
She yelped in pain when he yanked strands of hair out of her head in his struggle to hold her lips against his cock. Her small victory of refusing to open her mouth turned to defeat when he mashed her face against his groin so tight she could no longer breathe.
He was too strong. She'd started out light-headed, but finally forced her jaw open when the burn in her chest became too great. Jake didn't respond immediately, making sure she was punished with the lack of precious oxygen for her refusal to take him in her mouth.
When he yanked her face up by her hair, Hannah gulped in several breaths of air before being tugged back forward. There was no seduction. There was only a deep-throat thrust that went so far she gagged, spluttering around his flesh while tears streamed down her face. She tested the bindings, hoping she could free a hand to push him away, but her arms could not break free. She struggled until his hands gripped either side of her head, holding her still so he could pump his erection into her open throat.
He was brutal in his possession. She had to fight for every precious pocket of air, desperate to remain conscious while her new boss face-fucked her for what felt like an eternity. His grunts of exertion mingled with her near constant slurping gags as copious amounts of spittle and phlegm spilled down Hannah's chin and onto her naked tits. Her jaw ached.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
She scrunched her eyes tighter, hoping to block out what was happening to her. She couldn't bear to look into his icy blue eyes now knowing what he was capable of. When she didn't comply, the face-fucking halted, his cock thrust into her throat, cutting off her air supply. She swallowed subconsciously, trying to clear the passageway supplying precious air. Jake's erotic moan told her he was enjoying the contractions around his cock. She told herself to resist in the only way she could, which was to refuse until she passed out, but the fear of what Jake Davenport would do to her lifeless body terrified her more.