Submitting to the Boss: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 2

by Jasmine Haynes

  “Yes, sir.” She saluted, turned, and sashayed to the door, giving him an extra wiggle. When she was in her own outer office, she heard the rustle of the blinds as he opened them again.

  That’s the way it was the rest of the afternoon. She worked; he acted as if she hadn’t been sprawled across his desk just a short time ago. But Ruby couldn’t forget even if she tried. Her bottom reminded her every second, tingling, leaving her in a constant state of arousal.

  By five o’clock, she was ready to jump him. Instead, she took her purse from the bottom desk drawer, poked her head in his office, and asked, “Do you need anything else before I leave?” Please drag me in and tell me to suck you.

  “No.” Obviously he hadn’t heard her inner voice screaming at him.

  “All right.” She waited a beat; he didn’t add anything. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Her cell phone rang in the car just as she was pulling out of the parking lot. She tapped the Bluetooth.

  Holt’s voice filled the car, filled her. “Call me after you’ve been to the apartment.”

  “You couldn’t have said that before I left?”

  He laughed. “I’d rather do it now and make it an order. Call me with every detail. I want you to be in your bathtub with a glass of wine, lots of bubbles, and steam all over the mirror.”

  How did he know she loved a bath exactly that way? Had Clay talked? What the hell, why ask why? Holt knew everything about her; that’s what mattered.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, just as she had when she walked out of his office after he’d punished her. She hoped it reminded him.

  But he was gone, and she didn’t know for sure.

  In a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood, the apartment complex was only a few blocks on the other side of the freeway. She didn’t see a lot of kids running around by the carports or out on the central lawn. That was a plus. Ruby wasn’t a kid person. Holt had also written down the website, and when she’d checked it out during a spare moment this afternoon, she saw why he’d told her only about the one-bedroom. She couldn’t afford anything larger.

  There wasn’t a pool or a Jacuzzi, but there was always her gym or the bathtub if she needed a good soak. Four buildings surrounded the lawn, and the units were on two floors with an exterior entry. She didn’t notice any junkers, most of the cars being of a newer vintage. That was good.

  When she pushed through the door, she found the front office empty, but fresh coffee scented the air, and there were papers scattered on the two desks. She heard running water, then a door at the back opened, and a man stepped out. His suit was dark, his short blond hair a nice contrast. Ruby noticed the appreciative once-over he gave her and felt a tingle, just as she always did around a handsome man. It was in her nature.

  “I understand you have a one-bedroom apartment available.”

  “We have two, actually.” He smiled, revealing whitened teeth. “I can show you both to see which location you’d prefer. How did you hear about us?”

  “A friend gave me your website.”

  “Then I don’t need to go over the rent and all that?” With a slight rise to his voice, he made it a question. A nice voice, not too high, not too deep, it seemed to suit his blond hair and blue eyes. She pegged him at early thirties.

  Oh, yes, she felt a tingle. “We can go over everything after I’ve seen it.” She didn’t want to waste time if she hated the place. Her major requirements were a large closet and a fabulous bathroom with a big tub. The kitchen didn’t hold much interest for her.

  The man was a bit of a chatterbox as she followed him along a pathway to the furthest building, but he certainly had a nice rear view. He said his name was James. She preferred that to the shortened version.

  James led her to a second-floor apartment on the far end of the building. The front door opened directly onto the living room, with a small coat closet to the left. The light blue carpet looked relatively new. Being on the second floor, the ceiling was fairly high and had a skylight. Two sliding glass doors flanked a fireplace. It was spacious and light. That’s what she didn’t like about most apartments: they were so dark.

  It was an interesting layout, with the kitchen on the left, separated from the living room by a long wall. A passway in the kitchen led to a small dining room, which then opened onto the living room through a large archway. The bedroom and bathroom appeared to be in the back down a short hall. The kitchen was actually quite large and came equipped with up-to-date appliances and good counter space, which she would have appreciated more if she actually cooked. Maybe she should try it more often, just to please Holt.

  James flourished a hand. “The living room and fireplace are perfect for cozy romantic evenings.”

  Ruby looked at him. There was certainly a gleam in his gaze, and being a woman who read a man’s signals well, she was sure there was a hint of flirtation in there. Good old James was coming on to her.

  “Yes, I agree,” she said. “Champagne and chocolate by firelight.” She smiled seductively, letting her lashes swoop with invitation. Not that Ruby was inviting him to anything, it was simply an automatic reaction. If an attractive man flirted, she naturally flirted in kind. “Now let’s see the bedroom.”

  James smiled right back. “The most important room in the house.” He winked before crooking his finger to lead her to the back hallway. “Washer and dryer.” He pointed to a set of louvered doors. Thank God. She did not like sharing her laundry facilities.

  Now, what had Holt said? She was to call him tonight with all the details while she was in the bathtub with her glass of wine. Holt wanted details? About an apartment he’d already seen?

  Or something else. Something that included James.

  “Very spacious,” James said, opening the bedroom door. The room, which was darkened by blinds, was on the end of the building so it had two windows. “With a huge walk-in closet,” James went on, beaming at her with a head-to-toe look. “Perfect for a stylish woman like you.”

  She glanced inside.

  “The previous tenant had organizers installed,” James stated the obvious. He stood so close behind her, she could smell his rather nice aftershave.

  He was certainly right. The closet was perfect, outfitted with drawers, hanging bars for blouses, pants, skirts, a higher one for dresses and coats, plus shoes racks and shelves for purses.

  Was this the detail Holt wanted her to see? It was certainly magnificent. But in the confined space with James , something else niggled in her mind. Holt’s voice whispered to her from afar. I’ll find you cock.

  “The bathroom,” she said, sounding a little hoarse because James smelled good, he was handsome, and Holt had said he’d find her a cock. He wanted to hear the details. Was this young man the detail he wanted to hear about? Ruby was suddenly wet. She imagined James hoisting her up on the bathroom counter.

  In a bit of a daze, she followed him through the large, empty bedroom to the bathroom, where he flipped on the light.

  “I’m sure you’ll be pleased with this. It’s more like a lady’s boudoir.” He seemed pleased with the word.

  The tub was a large oval, the floor a faux marble, the shower separate. The vanity had only one sink, leaving lots of room for a woman’s toiletries. The mirror ran the length of the counter, reflecting James as he unmistakably checked out her butt.

  I’ll find you cock. And Holt wanted all the details. James went on extolling the virtues of the boudoir. In the mirror, she glanced down at his slacks. He had a rather impressive bulge.

  Her breath came a tad faster, and her nipples peaked beneath the camisole. He looked, he saw, and he moved closer. “I’m sure you’d fit in very well here.” He shifted to her other side so that he could see the peak of her nipples better. “And we have so many amenities for you to enjoy.” His voice was low, seductive, his intent obvious.

  All she had to do was turn into him. She could put her hand over his cock, cup his balls, undo his zipper, take him, suck him. That’s why Holt had sent he
r here. He’d found her a delicious cock. All she had to do was touch it...

  Except that it wasn’t Holt’s cock, and he wasn’t here to watch or direct. He wasn’t here to take her himself after the moment of ecstasy, to bring her to greater heights.

  He hadn’t given her permission. Maybe James was a test. Ruby didn’t want to fail.

  She stepped back from James, leaving through the bathroom door, talking over her shoulder as she went. “I like the apartment. The location is perfect so I don’t need to see the other one. I’ll take this one. I’m assuming since it’s empty, I can move in right away.”

  James was a temptation she wasn’t willing to risk. Unless Holt explicitly told her to.

  Chapter Ten

  Ruby called at seven thirty. Holt was naked on his bed. “Where are you?”

  “In the tub with bubbles, lots of steam, and a glass of wine.”

  He stroked himself idly, imagining her body all slick and hot. “What did you think of the place?”

  “I took it.” Her voice was low, languid, seductive. “I almost came just standing in that closet.”

  He laughed. “I knew you would.”

  “What about James?”

  “James?” For a moment, he couldn’t think who or what she was talking about.

  “The young man who showed me the apartment.”

  Shit. The blond kid. He hadn’t paid much attention; he’d been thinking how much Ruby would love that closet and bathroom. She loved clothes and shoes and purses, coming in with something new every week or two, waiting to see if he reacted. He’d always avoided giving his opinion. And he couldn’t begin to count the number of times she’d waved her goodnight, saying she was off to soak the long day away with a good glass of wine and lots of bubbles in the tub. He knew what was important to her. “So what about James?”

  “You wanted me to fuck him the bathroom. Didn’t you?” she added almost hesitantly. “Or the closet?”

  The thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “Did you?” He imagined the blond kid bending her over the bathroom counter, taking her from behind, and Ruby watching in the mirror. His cock was harder now, and he stroked faster, yet his blood was up with the edge of anger as well. She was really going to need punishing if she’d done it.

  “He had a nice cock,” she whispered over the phone. “And you did say you were going to find me a cock.”

  So he did, though he hadn’t thought she was aware of anything when he’d made that promise. “Did you suck him, Ruby?” he asked softly.

  “That big young cock,” she said, not answering. He heard a hitch in her breath.

  “Are you touching yourself?”

  “No,” she said. “Give me permission, Holt. Let me do it with you.”

  He pumped his cock, a drop of pre-come sliding out. “You want phone sex?”

  “What I wanted was you there in that bathroom watching me go down on my knees as I took him in my mouth.”

  Christ, she had him. He wanted it, too. “Touch yourself, Ruby. Do it for me now.”

  Her sigh tied his guts in knots. He’d shared a lot of women in his time, but with Ruby, it was different. He wanted to watch, then he wanted to conquer. He wanted to give her away, then reel her back in and prove she couldn’t find better.

  “Did you fuck him, Ruby?” His balls ached, both with need and the anxiety that she’d done to him exactly what she’d done to Clay—cheated and broken the rules.

  “He wanted me, Holt. He eyed my breasts and my ass.”

  He should have beaten the whelp before he’d sent Ruby there. But her words still made him hard.

  “He stood very close, breathing me in. I’m sure he smelled the sex on me from what you did at lunch.”

  She was making him crazy. The climax built in him.

  “I wanted to fuck him, Holt,” she whispered. “I wanted to come by your house so you’d smell him on me. Then you’d have to punish me, spank me like you did during lunch. Or worse, maybe you’d have to fuck me. Tie me up to your little table again and fuck me hard to show me who’s boss.”

  “Fuck.” It was the only word he could manage. Because it was exactly what he wanted, to fuck her, show her who was boss, make her scream his name. He stroked faster, harder, his breath harsh in his throat.

  “I want to make you come, Holt. I want to taste you. I want to take you.”

  He knew she was as seduced by her own words as he was. “Did you fuck him, Ruby?” He had to know, had to hear.

  “I would have if you’d given me permission ahead of time.”

  “Bitch,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “But you didn’t do it.” Triumph flashed through his veins, tightening his balls. She hadn’t broken any of his rules. He was her master. One more second and he’d be over the edge with her.

  “I’ll do it when you tell me to, whenever you tell me to, however. Then you’ll have to fuck me, too.” She cried out, her orgasm shivering through her voice. “Oh God, Holt, fuck me, please, you have to.”

  He would, in a way she’d never forget and never get enough of. He’d waited such a damn long time for her. He came, like a teenager having sex over the phone with his girlfriend. And it was so damn good.

  * * * * *

  Ruby was on sexual overload all week. She’d begun arriving a few minutes early, and first thing every morning, Holt would lock his office door, close the blinds, then check that she was wearing thigh-highs and a thong—or no panties at all. He looked, touched, left her crazy with desire. At lunch, he’d lock the door again. Sometimes he spanked her, sometimes he made her jerk him off, and once he let her suck him. But he never let her leave the office without making her come cataclysmically.

  She’d figured out that he hadn’t tried to set her up with James, the apartment agent. Thank God she hadn’t done anything. Ruby was no longer willing to risk pissing off Holt. He was predictable at work, meaning he didn’t let a day go by without showing her who was in charge of her orgasms, her body, her emotions. And Ruby loved it. But when was he going to take it the whole way? He hadn’t even gone down on her. Everything was foreplay. She was crazy for the real thing.

  Maybe it would finally happen on Saturday night, after they took Mr. Gorton out on the town.

  “Wear a cocktail dress,” Holt told her on Friday.

  He’d taken her on customer junkets before, especially if the wife was attending, though this time, Mr. Gorton was coming alone. Ruby was there to take notes, and if there were any details that needed attending to, she did that, too. Holt always introduced her as his secretary and was completely professional, never looking, never touching. But it didn’t hurt to have a little eye candy around. Ruby knew she made good eye candy.

  The limo would pick her up at a quarter to seven. Though the distance to San Francisco was relatively short, the traffic into the City on a Saturday night could be brutal, hence, when booking the limousine, she’d allowed a full hour rather than half an hour.

  She’d had everything brought over from storage, and Ruby spent Saturday arranging her furniture in the apartment and unpacking some boxes. Then she took a long bath, making sure her skin was silky smooth and sweetly scented.

  Thong or no thong? In the end, she chose the sexiness of going without panties, just the thigh-high stockings. She paired those with an elegant black cocktail dress that didn’t plunge too low or ride too high. She would be his perfect little hostess. And his dirty little mistress under the dress.

  The limo was on time, picking her up first, and they made it to Holt’s house by seven. He gave her a perfunctory kiss after he’d climbed in beside her. He wore his business face and a black tux. He looked so yummy her mouth watered.

  “Would you like a drink?” he asked as the limo hit freeway speed on Highway 101.

  “Yes, please.”

  The car had two big bench seats facing each other, plenty of leg room, a privacy partition between them and the driver, and a bar hidden in a console on one side. Holt popped the champagne cork.<
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  “Nice.” She raised an eyebrow. “Did you call and arrange for that?” Because she hadn’t.

  “The idea came to me today.” He handed her a glass, then saluted her.

  It was very good champagne. “So are you going to debauch me before we pick up Mr. Gorton?”

  Holt laughed. “No.”

  Ruby pouted. “But I wore thigh-high stockings, and I didn’t put on panties.”

  He was on her in a flash, without spilling a drop of wine, his hand up her skirt, finding the sexual dew between her legs. “Slut, you’re already wet.”

  “Then you better take advantage of me.”

  He withdrew, sat back. “No.”

  Ruby sighed. “When?”

  “When what?” He raised a brow as if he were completely innocent.

  “When are you”—she leaned in to run a finger down his chest—“going to do me?”

  “You’re not ready.”

  “God, Holt, I’m so ready. If I get any more ready, I’ll burst.”

  “I’ll tell you when you’re ready.” He sipped his champagne.

  He didn’t touch her for the remainder of the agonizing drive. He was all business, telling her the game plan for Gorton’s Monday visit to the plant, the tour and presentations. She knew it all; she’d arranged it, for heaven’s sake. Holt seemed to use the discussion to hold her at bay. The champagne, however, made her feel very sexual, and his scent in the car drove her insane. He could do something to her. Maybe she should take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and stroke his cock...

  Ruby lost track of what he was saying, her mind wandering to erotic fantasies.

  Then the limo was pulling to a stop at the Westin. Their driver got out, the back door opened, and a man climbed in, taking the seat opposite, his back to the privacy partition.

  Holt held out his hand as the driver closed the door once more, shutting out the city noise. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

  Mr. Gorton smiled as they shook hands. “I appreciate the special attention.” Then he glanced at Ruby.