by B. B. Hamel
I look down the street and spot him leaning against his car, a smile on his face. I quickly walk over to him.
“Get in,” he says.
I walk around the other side and climb in. When we’re together, knees pressed together, the driver starts going.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
He nods, a smile on his face. “I’m fine.”
“That phone call freaked me out.”
“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“What’s happening?”
Another smile. “I’ll tell you soon.”
“Where are we going?”
“Back to my house.”
I hesitate a second, my heart beating faster. “What are we doing there?”
“I need a little stress release.”
I feel a sharp spike between my legs and I know exactly what he means by that.
The driver drops us right out front. We head inside and Jacob directs me upstairs, not bothering to wait a single second. We go right back into his bedroom and he slams the door behind him, loosening his tie as he walks over to me.
I drop my bag and sit down on the edge of the bed, looking at him. I slip my heels off and cross my ankles, leaning back on my hands.
He takes off his tie and smiles at me as he removes his jacket and folds it neatly over the back of the chair. I watch him as he takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular body.
“You know what kind of man we’re dealing with?” he finally asks me.
I shake my head. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Karl,” he says as he begins to take off his pants. “He’s sick and sadistic. But we both knew that already.”
I nod my head. “He’s a bastard.”
“Yes, he is,” Jacob agrees. “But it gets worse.”
When he’s finished undressing, he’s wearing only his black boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his cock as he walks over to the bureau and removes several long black velvet ropes and a single, flatter piece of cloth. He walks back over to me and slowly begins to undress me. It’s almost businesslike, although it drives me wild.
“I got an interesting call,” he says as he pulls off my skirt and panties. “One I never imagined I’d get.”
“From who?” I ask him, shivering. My pussy is dripping wet and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
“A new guy in Human Resources,” he says. He removes my top and my bra, folding them on the chair along with his clothes. When he’s done, he walks over and climbs onto the bed behind me.
He takes my arms and he crosses them behind my head. My right arm is overtop my left, and my hands are on the undersides of the opposite upper arms. He takes one of the ropes and uses a complex series of knots and twists to wrap my arms together, locking them above my head.
“His name was Lane,” Jacob says. “The HR guy. Seemed in over his head.” He gently guides me back onto the bed, and when I’m down, my head is resting on my arms and it’s surprisingly comfortable, though I can’t move an inch.
He leans forward and kisses my cheek. “Say the word ‘weather’ if you want me to stop.”
“Okay,” I whisper back, excitement starting to build despite his casual tone.
He steps back and looks at me, more cloth in his hands.
“He had a tape,” he says, continuing his story as he takes my right leg. “The sort of tape he shouldn’t have, but I could tell he wasn’t sure about it.” He wraps the rope around my right leg, pinning my heel against my butt, pushing my knee into the air. When he’s done, he wraps it around again and runs it to the corner of the bed, tying it off to the post.
“What kind of tape?” I ask him, heart hammering.
He repeats the process on my other leg. When he’s done, my knees are up and spread wide, and I can’t move a single inch.
“He says it was a tape of us fucking.”
I stare at Jacob, shocked. “What?”
“I think Karl bugged my office, and he has a recording of me fucking you the other day.”
“No,” I say.
“Yes,” he answers. “But it’s okay. I met with Lane and the head of HR, and we straightened it out. Just some prank, Lane’s going to forget all about it.” Jacob walks to the end of the bed and looks at me, my legs spread wide for him, slick pussy totally exposed, arms tied behind my head. “But I’m not letting it go.”
“What are we going to do?” I ask him, breathless with tension as he steps closer to me.
“Assume everything in the office is bugged,” he says. “Nowhere is safe. Except here with me.” He crawls up on top of me. “Comfortable?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good.” He kisses my lips gently before sliding down my body, kissing as he goes. He teases my nipples and it feels incredible being completely tied and bound. He moves further down, kissing my ribs, my soft belly button, the swell of my hip bones, before finally stopping just at my pussy.
“This is what I’ve needed all day,” he says just as he dives down between my legs and starts to tongue my pussy.
I’m dripping wet as the pleasure explodes through me. I can’t move a muscle, my legs tied up tight but not painful, my arms bound behind my head. I’m exposed for him to do whatever he wants with me, and I’m having a hard time concentrating on what he just told me.
I should be upset and scared, but I’m not. Instead, I feel shockingly comfortable and aroused under his incredibly competent hands.
Jacob knows what he’s doing. I have to give myself to him, trust in him. I have to let him bind me completely to this bed and let him have complete control over my body.
I try to squirm but there’s not much give in the ropes. I look down at him, pushing my head up slightly to watch his head move, his tongue and lips working my clit, hungrily lapping me up.
He slides two fingers deep inside of my pussy, fucking me with them as he sucks my clit. I groan and try to move out of reflex, but I can’t.
“That’s right,” he says to me, smiling, his fingers buried inside. “I love when you try to struggle. But you can’t, can you?”
“No,” I say. “I can’t move at all.”
“Good.” He slides his fingers out and stands. He walks over to the bureau again and comes back with a thick, skin-colored dildo. “What do you think of this?”
I bite my lip. It’s about the same size as his cock, actually. He pulls off his boxer briefs and slowly teases my pussy with the tip before pushing it inside of me.
I moan, deep and low. “Oh shit,” I say.
He smirks and moves up around me. He uses one hand to keep sliding the dildo in and out of my pussy but he brings his thick, hard cock up to my lips, kneeling next to me.
I let him press the tip of his dick between my lips and I lick him, running my tongue down along the back of his tip. He groans as he presses the dildo inside of me. At the same time, he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth.
I let him fuck me like that, dildo in my pussy, cock in my mouth. I’m moaning as he fucks my lips and I can tell he loves it.
“Look at you, tied up and filled to the brim,” he says to me. “Moaning with a cock in your mouth. I wish someone could listen to you being such a filthy whore.”
I gasp as he presses his cock deep into my throat, the dildo filling me to the brim. He groans and pulls himself out.
“Fuck, girl, this is what I wanted,” he says. “That tight pussy ready for me. This mouth sucking my dick. And you all tied up, unable to move a muscle.”
He slides the dildo out of me and tosses it aside as he moves down between my legs. He holding my hips as he teases me with his cock, and I want it so badly.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I say to him. “Please, I want it.”
He groans and slides himself deep inside. I gasp as he fills me, loving the feel of his warm, hard cock. This is what I needed, not the dildo, but this man’s perfect body.
He teases my breasts, squeezing my nipples and massaging them as
he slowly fucks me. I’m tied up with my legs spread wide and I can’t move at all, but I still try and struggle a bit, wanting more.
He smirks and starts to fuck me faster. “I want to come all over those perfect breasts,” he says to me. “I want to cover you in my cum. But first, you need to orgasm all on this dick, girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. I can feel how close I am already from all the teasing. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“I know you will.” He leans forward, rocking into me. He puts one hand on my throat, firm but not too hard as he grinds his cock inside. I gasp, completely dominated, at this man’s mercy, and I want more. That’s all I keep thinking. I just want more, more, so much more.
He starts to fuck me faster. “You’re my little toy,” he says. “My fucking doll. I can wreck you, use you up, leave you stripped bare and covered in my cum whenever I want. I’m your fucking Daddy, girl.” His cock slams into me, working into me, building that pleasure faster, higher.
“Look at this tight cunt just sucking on my cock. You were born to take dick, weren’t you? Born to get fucked and used up by me. This is all you need, isn’t it? The only thing you want is to get tied up in my bed and fucked until you come.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, that’s right. That’s all I want. I just need your big dick, Daddy, please.”
He rams into me, fucking me faster, riding my pussy as I lie there, completely bound up.
He leans into me, putting more pressure on my throat. “Go ahead,” he says. “Come for me.”
The orgasm rocks then, building in the core of my cunt. I can feel it slide up through my body and explode into my chest. I spasm and twitch, pressing against the taut ropes, but I can’t get anywhere. He doesn’t back off, just keeps fucking me, hand firm on my throat. He releases his hand as my orgasm peaks and the pleasure doubles, sending me into pure ecstasy.
I’m so deep in my orgasm but he doesn’t hold back. He keeps fucking me, his gorgeous body sweating, and as the pleasure starts to slowly fade away, he pulls his massive cock out from inside my pussy and strokes himself.
He comes in thick spurts. He covers my tits and stomach, groaning and coating me. I watch him, a big smile on my face, and I can tell it feels so good as he comes all over me.
“Fuck,” he says, sitting back on his feet. “God damn.”
“Yeah,” I say, and laugh a little.
He grins and slowly unties each leg, first the left and then the right. Next he moves up and unties my arms. He gets up and retrieves a towel from the bathroom, cleaning me off as I stretch my limbs.
“I’ve never been tied up like that before,” I admit, admiring the dull red lines where the ropes twisted around my skin.
“You liked it,” he says.
“Yeah, I really did.”
He grins and kisses me gently on the lips. “Good. There’s a lot more where that came from.”
I feel a spike in my stomach. “I want you to teach me.”
“I will.” He kisses me again. “Just be patient.”
I kiss him full and deep and all thoughts of his bugged office, the tape of us having sex, and my horrible manager are all gone. The only thing I can see is Jacob, and that’s all I need.
21
Jacob
I keep having flashbacks.
Sofia’s legs spread open, a small smile on her lips as I tease her wet pussy.
The feeling of her throat expanding to take my cock.
Ropes flexing as she strains against them.
My cum covering her chest and stomach.
I try and concentrate on my work. But just knowing she’s out there, waiting to be taken again, whenever I want to have her, is driving me insane. I can barely think about anything else right now. It’s all Sofia, all the time.
As I’m bending over a stack of papers, signing a bunch of routine documents, I get a buzz from Minnie.
“Josh Lasko, here to see you,” she says.
Josh is the IT guy. “Send him in,” I say.
He looks a little harried and tired as he comes into my office. His shirt is untucked and there are big black bags under his eyes, like he hasn’t slept in days. He closes the door and sits down in front of me.
“You look exhausted,” I say to him, frowning.
“It was an interesting night,” he admits to me.
“What did you find?”
“Well…” He sighs and shakes his head.
I nod, understanding immediately. “You want to show me. Come on, let’s take a walk.”
We stand together and leave my office. Minnie gives us a strange look but I smile and tell her to hold my calls. We head down to the end of the hall where there’s a large window overlooking the city. Clay’s office is to the left, though his door is shut.
Josh stands close to me. “Should be safe here,” he says.
“What did you find?”
“Bugs.” His eyes go wide. “Everywhere.”
He proceeds to tell me the story of last night. He started out simple, just searching the obvious places, but the more he searched, the more he found. There are probably fifty of them, all told, and they’re all transmitting.
“Local,” he says. “I’m sure of that. Someone is receiving them locally. They’re not good quality though. Don’t get a lot of detail. You have to be right on top of them to hear anything.”
“Where’s the bug in my office?”
“Behind the filing cabinet.”
I nod grimly. That makes sense. It wouldn’t pick up a lot of what Sofia and I did then, since we weren’t near that part of the room.
“Where else?” I ask him.
“Here’s a map.” He hands me two printed pages with blueprints of the office. “Bugs are marked with a little ‘x’.” He hesitates a second. “Jacob, this is serious stuff.”
“I know,” I tell him. “But you did the right thing.”
“Shouldn’t we get rid of them? I mean, if someone is spying on us…” He trails off, shaking his head.
“No, I know who this is.” It’s Karl, I’m absolutely positive of it. “Let me take care of it.”
“Okay.” He sighs. “I have one more thing.” He hands me more printed pages. “You told me to watch Karl Slay’s emails, and I did. He sent these last night.”
I take them from him and skim the headers. They’re all emails to the board. “Thanks Josh,” I say. “I won’t forget this.”
“Please, just be careful.”
“I will be.” I shake his hand and hold it a second longer than normal. “Thank you. Go home and take the day off.”
He nods. “I will. I appreciate that.”
I watch as he walks away before I lean up against the window and start to read the emails.
It’s what I expected. Karl is slandering me, telling the board that I’ve been making inappropriate advances on members of his staff, suggesting that I’ve been misappropriating company funds and assets. He even goes so far as to say that my personal car is somehow stealing from the company, though I pay the driver and it’s my damn car.
I didn’t think I’d be angry, seeing this. I expected him to make this move. But rage flows through me anyway. I hate that he’s out there fucking lying about me, telling these half-truths, trying to destroy my reputation. He already took enough from me, already took the confidence of the board, but now he wants to completely destroy me.
Without thinking, I start walking. I get into the elevator, and as I ride it down, I text Sofia. “Meet me outside.”
I sit down on the rim of the fountain that’s in front of our building. There aren’t many people out, since the morning rush is over. I read over the emails again, wanting to tear them apart, wanting to punch Karl in his smug fucking asshole face. Instead, I keep it together.
“Hey, Jacob.” I turn around and Sofia’s striding toward me, gorgeous Sofia. After our little session, I dropped her back off at home. She’s wearing tight, dark dress slacks and a navy blouse that makes her skin look gor
geous.
“Hey, you.” I stand as she approaches. “I’d kiss you, but…”
“I know.” She frowns. “What’s wrong?”
Wordlessly I hand her the emails. She takes them with a quizzical look, but that confusion is quickly replaced by anger.
“That fucking asshole,” she says. “He can’t do this.”
“He can and he did.”
“How’d you get these anyway?”
I grin at her. “I have an IT guy watching him.”
“Clever,” she says.
“He also found the bugs. Lots and lots of bugs.” I show her the maps. “Your desk is bugged along with the break room and your friend Darlene’s desk. So keep that in mind.”
“God damn,” she says, eyes wide. “He’s insane.”
“I know. But we can use this.”
“Can we?”
“Probably,” I say. “Maybe if I don’t break his fucking jaw first.”
“Jacob,” she says softly.
“I hate him,” I answer, fierce rage flowing again. “I’ve never met someone so willing to lie and to manipulate to get what they want. He’ll say or do anything to embarrass me, just to make himself look better.”
“He’s beneath you,” she says. “You know that.”
I turn away, so angry I can barely stand it. “I want to break him.”
She puts her hand on my back. “Jacob. You will. You have so much on him already. Why not show the board this?”
I turn back to her and sigh. “I don’t know if I can, not yet at least. Not with all these accusations against me. I’m going to have to go on the defensive for now.”
“He’s the guilty one,” she says. “He’s the one that should burn, not you.”
“I know.” I sigh again. I can feel the anger slowly draining out of me. Sofia steps closer and I want to pull her against me, kiss her lips, get a taste of what I really hunger for. But I know I can’t. Karl could be watching, that creepy fuck.
“Come on,” I say to her. “Thanks for talking me down.”
She shrugs a little. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, you did. You showed up.” We walk back toward the building together.
It feels good, having her by my side. I wish we could be closer right now, but this feels like enough. Besides, after work I can do anything I want with her, and I will.