Executive Assistant

by 12 Author Anthology

  What? Thoughts tripped over one another, and she worked hard to process. Oh. Right. “I’ll follow the dress code.”

  “See that you do.”

  The or else lingered above her, the tiny threat making her pussy clench. This was so wrong, this terribly exciting feeling of being freaking chained to his desk, essentially naked and exposed. The sudden realization that anyone walking in on them would be greeted with the sight of her bottom in the air, and the folds of her pussy also presented for inspection, merely added to the thrill. Because she knew Seth would never allow her to be exhibited and humiliated. Anyone allowed to see her this way would be someone he was comfortable with, and trusted.

  “Deep thoughts, Ms. Webb?” A finger tracing the cleft of her buttocks, tracking down to flirt with the seam of her pussy, pulled her right out of her prurient imaginings.

  “No, sir.” She was all in here. “Just understanding you are in control and anyone who might come in would be of your choosing.”

  Absolute and total silence greeted her assertion, and she could hear only the vague drone of traffic from far below and a distant sound of machinery in the walls. Her heart seized and she wondered what she had done. Then his finger pierced the seam and unerringly found her gate, slipping and sliding on the copious amounts of cream. A second digit joined the first and the breath drove from her lungs as both fingers shoved high inside her, curling to rub a certain fleshy patch of her sheath that made her toes curl in her stilettos.

  “So my prospective employee works well with others. Perhaps a committee? A team player?”

  Her pussy clenched hard around his invading fingers and only a firm hand, placed directly above her ass, kept her from humping them.

  “That would be my boss’s decision, sir.” Maybe he would let her come.

  He withdrew, to her chagrin, and trailed the residual moisture over her thighs. Was he tracing an initial? His?

  “Good answer, Ms. Webb. And now back to addressing your infractions.”

  Five more solid cracks, laid in overlapping lines right across the fullness of her ass. They were followed by another smoothing pass of his hand to heighten that rush of pleasure, and then the press of his lips on either buttock meshed with the pain. It blended into a cacophony of feelings and she welcomed the strange sensations, even as she needed...something more.

  He spoke against her heated flesh. “Those were corrective, Ms. Webb. There are other kinds of discipline, some you may enjoy more, others perhaps less.”

  She thought she’d like to give them all a try if it meant he’d get to fucking her, and thought to beg, when she realized he had freed her legs, although the constriction of the cuffs signalled they were still clasping her ankles. Those clever hands of his rubbed away any minor discomfort and she felt him push air ahead as he came around to release her wrists.

  Straightening with a push of her hands, he was there immediately to support her, and she welcomed it, because her world spun. He held her close, tucking her head beneath his chin, one hand cupping her abused bottom, the other between her shoulder blades.

  “Are you steady, Ms. Webb?”

  Unwilling to move from her position, the smell of his crisp cotton shirt filled her nostrils, combining with the clean, musky scent of him, she inched closer and listened to the steady beat of his heart. His erection nestled against her belly, throbbing behind the fabric of his pants. Her fingers itched to open his fly and seek out that silk-over-steel broad shaft.

  As if he read her mind, he chuckled, and moved his hands to her waist, setting her away from him. She instantly mourned his heat.

  “Come.” He gestured toward the windows.

  Suddenly unnerved to be nearly nude in his office, she hesitated, then at his frown, hustled to join him in front of the broad expanse of glass. The building next to this one loomed, and she wondered how many people were looking into Seth’s. His blue eyed, avid stare of approval put paid to the hint of worry. He’d take care of her.

  “Stand here.”

  Here was a spot on the carpet directly beneath a different colored tile in the ceiling. She watched as he reached one long arm upward and tugged yet another set of chains free from beneath it, lowering them a short distance. Her pussy flooded, and she clamped her legs together to keep the evidence from wetting her thighs.

  “Hands up.” She did as she was told and he clipped her cuffs together, before attaching them to the chains. A little adjustment and she stretched high, with only the soles of her shoes touching the carpet. Her bra hitched upward and she wished she’d removed it—or not worn one at all. Why wasn’t he cutting it off like he’d done her panties? Being uncovered below the waist made her pussy thrum.

  Standing back, he surveyed her taut form with satisfaction and his words reflected it. “You look astonishing, Ms. Webb. So far the perfect addition to my staff.”

  She choked back the words when he left her there and took his place at his desk. She was dying here. Dying for him to take her.

  As she watched, he lifted the phone and punched in a number. God. He was going to conduct business while she hung there quietly and waited his pleasure. Nuts. She studied his wonderful physique and noticed that his thick blond hair had a tendency to curl at his temples. Maybe she made him sweat.

  “Mike? Can you come to my office in five?”

  Holy crap. Careful what you fantasize about. She involuntarily rubbed her thighs together and Seth fixed her with a considering look. He spoke again.

  “Bring a bar. And some clamps.”

  He was inviting a maintenance man to his office? She cast her eyes around, looking for anything that required fixing, aside from her needy pussy. Damn Seth.

  The man in question busied himself in his desk drawers and she tipped her head in a vain effort to see what he was looking at. Things clinked and made soft thudding sounds. Then came a thump on the door, and it opened before Seth said anything. Her stomach filled her throat as a large individual, bigger even than Seth, entered the room, a long silver bar in one hand and a small white bag in the other. The door shut with ominous quiet and she panted. This new guy was hardly suited for the office work place, with his massive shoulders and overly long, dark, curly hair. Dark to Seth’s light.

  Pale eyes set in a craggy, handsome face traversed the length of her body and back up again, and Jana literally felt a flush prickle over her entire body. Mike’s look wasn’t ignorant or lascivious, but a frank expression of approval and interest. Despite her desperate need and heartfelt connection to Seth Braxton, Jana wouldn’t deny a certain sexual reaction to this Mike. But with equal certainty she knew she wouldn’t have noticed him without the man of her desires in the same vicinity.

  “Interesting office ornament, Seth.” The smooth, humorous observation drew a chuckle from Seth.

  “Indeed. Ms. Webb, my head of security, Mike King. Mike, Ms. Webb. She’s interviewing for…a position.”

  “I won’t offer to shake your hand, Ms. Webb.” His sense of humor was beginning to grate, and she glared, feeling at a definite disadvantage.

  Seth came out from behind his desk and Jana’s instincts went to full alert. “I thought I’d invite your expertise for the interview, Mike. Ms. Webb doesn’t appear averse to being interviewed by a panel.”

  “Really. Well, whatever I can do.” A dark, sensuous thread of intent colored his tone.

  “I believe in transparency, Mike, as you know. I expect full disclosure. Ms. Webb is hiding something.”

  The head of security set his two burdens down and accepted a pair of scissors from his boss. As he approached, Jana fought to keep her breathing even and suppress a shiver. He smiled down at her, grey eyes alight with amusement as he stopped a few inches away, seeming to take care not to touch her. The scissors lifted and the point faintly traced a path down the curve of her upper arm to work beneath the left bra strap. The infinitesimal hint of violence caused her heart to pound before a wave of arousal calmed it. The fabric gave way to a decisive snip of th
e blades and drooped to catch on her turgid nipple.

  Mike snipped through the other strap and stood back to survey his handiwork. His face glowed with appreciation and she drew in a shuddering breath. Seth slouched behind him, brooding in his chair, and their eyes locked. She was vaguely aware of the chilly pressure of the shears between her breasts, and the remainder of the garment falling away from her body, but she only had eyes for him.

  The white bag rustled under his hand and a clanking sound filled the sudden silence. Mark backed away, and the enchantment was broken. Jana noted the bulge in the other man’s pants and shifted position slightly as echoing excitement made her thighs wet. Her folds could no longer contain her interest.

  “This position requires focus, Ms. Webb, despite any number of distractions. Are you able to stay on task?” Seth arched a brow quizzically.

  Licking her lips, watching him pull something small and silver from the paper sack, she answered him from a strangely dry mouth. “I believe so, sir.”

  With one smooth move and a few quick strides he was looming over her, the heat in his eyes unmistakable, a hint of cruelty twisting the corners of that chiselled mouth. She craved him desperately. Looking deep into her soul, he lifted one aching mound and squeezed the tender flesh and her nipple beaded so tightly she moaned. He lowered his head, thick, silky hair brushing against the swell of her breast, and took the nub between his lips, sucking it deep, up against his palate. The hit of pain swiftly morphed into blinding pleasure, arrowing straight to her throbbing clit.

  “Please, sir.” She had no idea what she was begging for—more? Less?

  Releasing her nipple, he caught the elongated tip between thumb and forefinger and pinched it to keep the shape, then slipped a silver circlet over the end. It stung like fury and after panting through the pain, she craned her neck down further to examine what he’d done. When he tapped the engorged nub, she nearly came. The telltale tingles in her belly swirled and her back arched before she gained control, gritting her teeth and panting in tiny hisses.

  “Seeing as you asked so nicely.” Seth repeated the process with her other breast, and even knowing what to expect this time, or perhaps because of the anticipation, didn’t make it easier. Not that she wanted it easier. The circlet clamped nastily and a flick of both tips released those tingles to encompass her pussy, and she came with a tiny shudder.

  “Holy fuck.” Mike breathed the words almost reverently as he stared at her from his position beside his boss. Her vision cleared as she took in their pleased faces. “She can come from breast stimulation alone. Jesus, Seth.”

  Seth’s hot breath drifted over her neck before he took her lips in a ferocious kiss, ravaging his way inside to stroke his tongue everywhere, exploring her and duelling with her tongue. Still slightly breathless from the small orgasm, Jana felt lightheaded and sagged against him. He tore his lips away and his arms instantly supported her weight until she could stand again. Again he stepped away and she leaned forward in a vain attempt to thwart his retreat.

  “Your focus is going to take some work, Ms. Webb,” he said solemnly, his blue eyes close enough that she could see the tiny flecks of amber embedded in the iris. “We’ll utilize another test.”

  A barely there tantalizing touch traced over her bottom and she bounced up to her toes. Mike spoke from behind her. “Looks like your little protégée screwed up already. Nice marks.”

  Seth gestured toward the whiteboard and Mike sauntered over to peruse it, snagging the little marker. Jana turned her attention to her prospective Master, comfortably aware that he was the biggest challenge to her future employment. And her biggest fan. He lifted the metal bar Mike had set down, and she tried to identify its use, pondering the carabiners hanging from the ends. Surely he wouldn’t strike her with it, although the idea of being so turned on by an ass paddling with a ruler would have been ludicrous only a few days ago.

  Her nipples pulsated and the weight of her breasts increased with every passing second and this dragging things out—the anticipation—was making her crazy with lust. The small climax was merely a teaser, just as the brief finger fucking over his desk had simply whetted her appetite. She needed to move things along but was smart enough to know Seth would make those decisions, so she bit her lip and tried not to grind her teeth.

  “Mike.” The man quit writing on the board, the little squeaks of the felt tip no longer adding to her awareness. He moved to take the bar, and returned to kneel at her feet. Jana clenched her thighs together in a ridiculous fit of modesty, while Seth moved to adjust the chains at her wrists. The small amount of slack was quickly taken up when Mike shouldered her feet apart, taking her by surprise. There were two distinct snaps, and she couldn’t close her legs, although he backed off, his shoulders no longer an impediment.

  The memory of all those pictures she’d viewed on those sites Seth had suggested filled her forebrain. Spreader bar. It held her in place, and opened her up to their scrutiny, although standing as she was, it wasn’t quite the crotch shot Seth would have had earlier. But it was still fucking hot, and Jana barely managed the urge to tilt her pelvis. Couldn’t he see she was dying here? Of course he did, and that was the whole point of this interview. It was a considered test—to see if she could trust him enough to submit to his sexual interests, surrender her will. She thought she’d done pretty good so far and was determined not to mess up now, especially when everything he’d done was so…pleasurable. Their one vanilla sexual encounter had been wonderful, but she understood he needed more, as she did, although she was just discovering that fact, all those dark fantasies aside.

  “Are you comfortable, Ms. Webb? Nothing straining, no cramping?”

  “I’m fine, sir.” Her arms would probably give her fits when she was released, not to mention her nipples when the blood flow resumed, but she wasn’t in any major discomfort, unless you counted her lack of—penetration.

  “She looks a trifle needy to me, Seth. But then you’d know better than I.” Both men were sporting hard bulges, and she’d be pleased to help them with those. Maybe it was in her duty to at least offer.

  “Do you require…ah, any kind of release, sir?” She widened her eyes and tried to look sweet and demure, or as sweet and demure as a naked woman hanging from the ceiling with her breasts clamped and her legs spread wide could look.

  Seth smiled his crooked smile and stroked his erection through his pants. “That will be one of the tasks you’ll perform in due time, Ms. Webb. But Mike and I have a few things to discuss, so we’ll leave you to your own devices.”

  “Did she bring her own devices?” Mike’s smile was no less thought provoking, but she stared back at Seth.

  “I supply my employees, Mike. You know that.” He reached into a drawer and removed two somethings covered with pieces of gold cloth and a small, clear bottle, handing one of the cloth covered objects to his security chief.

  Mike shook his free, revealing a thick, ridged dildo that he hefted with a thoughtful look in her direction. “This is a monster.”

  “Uh huh. And Ms. Webb is wet enough to accommodate it.”

  She wanted to dance on tiptoe and had to content herself with a little shimmy as Mike approached, Seth close behind him. She darted her glance at the bottle of lube and an interestingly shaped object peeking out from the folds of the cloth Seth held. Butt plug. She’d experienced anal play before, but never with a toy. And anal sex—

  “Let me just check…” Seth shouldered Mike aside and cupped her pussy, drawing back his fingers to trail them over her folds. “Soaked.”

  “Big breath, Ms. Webb.” Mike shoved the plastic phallus deep inside her and the walls of her sheath gave way before the sexy onslaught. It took her breath, but the thing was what she needed, something to fill her until Seth got around to it. His cock was longer and at least as wide but she grudgingly accepted the substitute—for now.

  Mike toyed with the base of the dildo, alternately tapping it and twisting it so she couldn’t actu
ally clench on it and stimulate her G-spot. She noticed how he still avoided touching her intimately with his hands, but forgot to speculate when Seth parted her buttocks and something cool and viscous dripped over her bottom hole. The sensation of pressure, then the foreign feeling being uncomfortably stretched took her focus and she heard little rushing, panting sounds and understood it was her.

  “Shhh. Just a little more.”

  The little more was the invasion of another big finger and the splintering pain swiftly changed to shards of pleasure as he stretched her ever wider. The humiliating anal douche he’d insisted on in his note now made sense and she made herself relax, aware of the big dildo crowding against his scissoring digits. Whimpers and moans chased one another out of her mouth and Mike stopped working the toy.

  Seth pulled his fingers out and a hard object immediately replaced them. As it pressed in, Mike tugged the dildo out in increments to allow the plug more space. She felt every whorl on its surface and closed her eyes against the advancing length.

  “Breathe, sweetheart.” Seth ran his hand down her hip and she drew in air through her nose, but it escaped on another moan. “Too much?”

  Shuddering, she adjusted. “No.”

  “It’s seated.” He grunted with satisfaction and patted her ass, jostling the damn thing.

  When she pried her lids open, Mike was disappearing into what appeared to be an attached bathroom, and Seth was capping the lube. The security head emerged, and the men put their heads together over a blueprint tacked to the wall, leaving her unattended, and seething with lust and annoyance.

  She experimentally squeezed around the unforgiving plastic and shivered at the way her cunt responded to the plug. And then it began to vibrate. “Noooo,” she moaned.

  Seth turned his head to stare at her. “Working here, Ms. Webb. We’d appreciate some quiet.”

  “Sometimes little employees need something to occupy their sweet mouths,” Mike offered.

  She closed her mouth over another moan. She didn’t care to find out what that something might be, probably some sort of gag. Those pictures of women with rubber balls and such in their mouths were an absolute turn off, what with the saliva and all on their faces. She could maybe see the appeal it held for men, but it wasn’t on her list of things to experience.