PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels)

by Kristal Baird

  The man lifted her breast to his mouth and moaned his delight. He ran his tongue lightly around the turgid tip of first one firm nipple and then the other, alternately flicking and firmly laving until Cally found herself squirming in his lap. She could not hold back a moan of pleasure too.

  Suddenly she felt herself yanked off the man’s lap. ‘That’s enough.’ Jake sounded angry with her. ‘I don’t expect my PA to be acting like a little cock tease.’

  Cally was confused. He’d wanted her to do it, hadn’t he? How could he then blame her when she reacted to the tormenting attention the men gave to her body?

  ‘I’ll see you out, gentlemen,’ Jake announced tersely. ‘I’ll be back to talk to you, Cally, about your behaviour.’

  He really sounded angry. Or frustrated. Why demand she do these things, if he was going to get pissed off about it? Cally knew she was in for trouble but it wasn’t her fault. She grabbed up her blouse and rapidly put it on. The black fabric clung to the wetness of her nipples, where they had been sucked thoroughly.

  Suddenly, she remembered the keys. The few precious minutes while Jake escorted the two men out represented her chance to look in his locked set of desk drawers and she was going to take it. She grabbed up the key and found her hands shaking as she located and turned the correct one in the lock.

  Cally pulled open the top drawer silently. It was empty except for a blue box. Her hand was on it, withdrawing it from the desk, when Jake’s voice rang in her ears. ‘So you have found the little present I had planned for you.’

  ‘Present?’ Cally stood there quaking. Caught in the act. She forgot all about not speaking until spoken to, or addressing him deferentially. He didn’t seem to care right now.

  ‘Yes. I had planned to give you this gift at some time in the near future, but now you have been a naughty, inquisitive girl, looking into things that do not concern you. Betraying the trust I had placed in you.’

  Cally looked down at the keys. Another test? Did Jake leave her alone with them deliberately?

  ‘I’m sorry.’ She attempted appeasement. Her legs were shaking. Jake looked and sounded like a violent mixture of male anger and animal arousal.

  ‘How dare you take pleasure in the touch of another man?’

  So that was what was really riling him. ‘You ordered me to do it.’

  ‘I told you to let him take his pleasure of you, not the other way around.’

  ‘My body just …’ Cally tailed off. She had no idea what she could say to explain the effect his sexually charged demands were having on her. She knew she could not win whatever she said or did. She was aware enough of the unwritten rules to understand the nature of the game she played.

  Jake removed the unopened box from her hand. ‘I have decided to give you the present now,’ he told her. ‘Lie down on my desk.’

  He removed the tray of cold coffee and other items elsewhere and indicated for her to lie full length upon the surface, on her back. So at least he didn’t intend to spank her. And was that worse? Whatever did he plan to do to her now?

  Jake opened the box and withdrew the unusual item within. Cally’s eyes grew wider. She knew what they were.

  Love eggs.

  Oh God, he intended to insert them into her vagina. She already knew his modus operandi. He was going to make her keep them in all day until she was driven wild with the need to orgasm. Keep her on the edge, like yesterday, without being allowed to go over it. And he was a master of that little torment already.

  A heady mixture of blind panic and erotic thrill washed through her as she positioned herself slowly on top of the desk before him.

  ‘Raise your hips,’ Jake demanded when she was lying down. He stretched his hands around her waist and undid the button on her skirt. He shimmied it down over her hips and dropped it onto the chair. Cally lay there in the white panties, black stockings, and suspenders. Her very high stilettos remained on her feet. She had still not buttoned up her blouse and Jake yanked the two sides apart to reveal her naked breasts.

  ‘So, you have let other men touch these?’ Jake did not require her response. He touched them, lightly at first and then more firmly, squeezing and manipulating the tissue beneath his firm fingers. Cally gasped. ‘And you have let men taste them too.’ He leant over and took an erect nipple between his teeth. He rolled it between his lip-covered teeth gently, then scraped more firmly along their length with the lightest touch of his teeth. Cally was ready to cry out when he sucked powerfully at them, as if trying to draw them fully into his mouth.

  ‘You are a horny little slut,’ he murmured, sounding as if that was exactly what he wanted her to be. ‘And I will treat you like the horny little slut that you’ve shown yourself to be.’

  Jake walked to the end of the desk, standing between her bent knees and legs which dangled over the side. He gripped the sides of her panties with each hand, pulled them down to her ankles and flung them away. He was breathing hard as he bent her legs up, placing each stocking-covered foot on the edge of his desk, wide apart, and ran his hand over the shiny, damp flesh of her cunt as it parted beneath his probing caress.

  ‘No doubt you would have let those men fuck you too, if they had still been here now. Wouldn’t you?’

  ‘Yes,’ Cally admitted truthfully.

  ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ Jake ground out.

  ‘Yes. I want you to fuck me.’ Cally’s hips thrust upwards involuntarily. The blood pounded between her legs, engorging her pussy lips and clit, in nature’s age-old response designed to entice the predatory male who stood between her thighs, waiting to take his pleasure of her.

  ‘You are a demanding little bitch, aren’t you? But this isn’t about what you want. You are here for my sexual pleasure, not your own.’

  Jake took hold of the love eggs from the box and placed the first of the two attached objects at the gaping entrance to her muscular tunnel. The cool smoothness of the silver, metallic surface made her recoil a little in anticipation of the intrusion. Jake exerted slight pressure on it, so it parted the tightness guarding her entrance. A muscular spasm revealed Cally’s tension, denying Jake access. He pressed harder upon it, until it breached the barrier minutely. Her slick arousal made the function easily manageable. Cally moaned her unfulfilled satisfaction as sensations rolled through her at this stimulation of her vagina. Her hips tilted upward, attempting to ease the entrance of the object more deeply and quickly to attain the delights she sought.

  ‘I decide how it happens,’ he warned her. ‘I decide how fast, how firmly. You have no control. Accept what I do to you and what I don’t do. Is that clear?’

  Cally could only murmur her assent. It took all her self-control not to reach down and thrust the object inside herself forcefully, to attain the stimulation that its intrusion into her aching pussy would give her. Her fingertips gripped the edges of the desk.

  Jake held it to her entrance without increasing the pressure until her movements subsided. Then he thrust more powerfully until it was halfway in and halfway out. He stopped to soothe her clit with his thumb and Cally began to jerk in response to that gentlest of teasing.

  ‘What is it Cally, my darling? What do you want me to do? You know I won’t fuck you.’

  ‘Push it in me hard, Jake, for God’s sake. Hard.’ She sounded as desperate for fulfilment as she was.

  Jake stilled for a long, tense moment. ‘Like this?’ He rammed it home as her vagina swallowed it, causing tremors of pure pleasure to course through her pussy and up throughout her body until she felt her nipples tingle out an echoing call of shivering delight.

  ‘Yes,’ she yelped, her voice raised in tone. ‘Let me come, Jake,’ she pleaded.

  ‘Oh no, my little houri. You know that is not going to happen just because you want it to.’

  Cally could have wept her frustration but for the soothing, repetitive movement of his fingers through her juicy cunny, keeping her balancing on the edge of madness.

  ‘But I still have the
second one to insert,’ he reminded her. He held her thrusting hips down onto the desk with a firmly placed palm on her soft Venus mound, as he placed the adjoining chilled object at her entrance. She recoiled for a second time. Jake shoved it with powerful fingers as far up into her warm cave as he could with a single thrust, pressing the first object before it. He released her immediately to retrieve her panties.

  ‘Now you will remain stimulated all day. They’re weighted so each time you move, they will shift within you, keeping you at that edge of desire so necessary to make you an obedient slave to your master. That will bring me much pleasure to see.’ Jake pulled her upright and toward him until she sat at the edge of the desk. Already she could feel the subtle effects of the insertion softly whispering inside her.

  Jake watched intense feelings of desire scud across Cally’s gently flushed features. Her hair had escaped its tight constraints and dangled prettily about her face; her eyes were darkened by perpetual arousal. Frankly, Jake could have taken her there and then. But at least he could do something to relieve his own tension. He found himself feeling sorry for the poor frustrated female before him. He wished they could relieve both their tensions together, and to hell with Mathers. But that wasn’t what he was getting paid for.

  ‘Your sexy little performance has caused me to require my own release and my needs cannot be left unattended. I want you to use your pretty little mouth to bring me relief. Now.’ He swapped places with her, leaning back against the edge of the desk, and pushed her to her knees before him.

  His own frantic fingers aided his throbbing cock to leap free, finally, of the confines of his restrictive clothing. He knew this wasn’t going to take long, unfortunately. He placed the sensitised tip carefully against Cally’s full, pouting lips and allowed his hands to rest on the desk beside him as her slender fingers took over, grasping and guiding his hot, pulsing prick, slowly, slowly into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She wanted this, he could tell, almost as much as she wanted to orgasm. The hottest girl he’d ever known.

  The torture of it was intense. Jake had to resist the urge to thrust but was pleased to find she could take a lot of its length into her throat. The friction as it glided over her tightened lips made him groan. When she used her clever little tongue to flick the unsheathed head and tickle moisture from the tip, he found himself urging her on, urging her to continue.

  As her lips kneaded expertly around his swollen ridge, Jake reached across his desk and picked up the remote control that activated the eggs inside her. His grimace was partly the heightened tension as he held himself back, through sheer force of will, from those final ecstatic moments, so eagerly anticipated, and partly from the thrill of what he was about to unleash on Cally’s unsuspecting senses.

  He activated the device. Cally froze, his cock fully in her mouth, the fingers and thumb of one hand circling its base and the palm of the other cupping his tight balls. God, he must like to live dangerously. The moment for Jake was as tense as it was for Cally. He felt the low moan rumble up through her body from the depths of her teased vagina, where the metallic ovals thrummed, building in intensity as it developed, shuddering through her core. It escaped her throat in a harsh whisper of breath that thrilled along the length of his rock-hard prick.

  He slammed off the vibrating action and felt her crumble around him.

  Jake took her head in his hands, urging her to go deeper, as he suddenly shot his load with a groan of pure pleasure. Each thrust wrenched the last drops of pearly liquid from him into her mouth. He held her still until the final waves of ecstasy tore through him and he felt nearly sane again.

  He withdrew slowly as Cally sank back onto her heels, spent with excitement and frustration.

  Jake pulled her gently to her feet before him, where she remained, unmoving, as he tidied himself away. As he caught her glancing at the device on his desk, he laughed. ‘Don’t think for one minute that you will get your hot little hands on that,’ he told her. ‘That is my new toy. And I think I’m going to have a little fun with it. Do you like your present, Cally? The one you found when you were snooping in my desk?’

  He stared appreciatively at her beautiful body as she stood there, in panties, stockings and wide open blouse. Her firmly erect nipples betrayed her hard, continuous state of arousal. Knowing that she had the device inside her and that he controlled it gave him such a high, he felt like whooping. He planned to keep her aroused, so intensely, that she would do anything he asked, beg him just to let her come apart completely.

  The thought that this was leading to him telling Cally she had to let Mathers use her sexually, any way he wanted her, made him suddenly so angry he thrust the remote into his pocket and told her to dress herself, more forcibly than she could probably stand right now. Why he should be feeling this way, he had no idea. This woman was more willing to be trained than any other he had ever worked with.

  He found himself intrigued by how far he could take her. But not on every score.

  He had cut the planned session with his male colleagues short. The idea had been to start to familiarise Cally into accepting the attentions of other men, if he willed it. Yet he found himself getting angry at them touching her. Angry at her for letting them do it. Not that he had given her any choice.

  This job should have been the easiest of them all, but it was proving the most difficult. Not to persuade Cally Hammond to comply, but to make himself feel happy about his success. Or maintain an emotional indifference to her. He was anything but.

  Chapter Five

  A LONE TEAR rolled down Cally’s cheek as she turned aside to recover her clothing. She struck it away with the back of her hand. Why was she feeling so damned sorry for herself? She wanted this. All of it. She wanted that news story. She wanted the promotion. And she wanted Jake Stone. Just once. She had never felt so sexually charged in her life before.

  He was one hot guy. Oh God, she didn’t want to think for one minute that she might be falling for him. It was just sex. And he was a bastard, she told herself. He got off on making her suffer. He got off a lot on it, come to think of it. She was just one of a series of women he’d treated in the same cruel fashion. That much was abundantly clear.

  When she left, he would just do it all over again with some other poor, unsuspecting female. What would she be left with? Nothing. Except revenge. And she would make dammed sure he got everything that was coming to him.

  So much for her plan to control him, to excite him into not being able to resist fucking her. With that damn thing inside her, and him at the controls, he was more in charge of her sexual responses than she was. She could no more refuse to get turned on by him than she could walk away from all this.

  Cally finished adjusting her clothing. Each movement was a torment, reminding her of the way Jake Stone held authority over her body. Each tiny manoeuvre made the weights in the love eggs roll and turn against one another, giving off tiny little shocks to her whole body, centred on her deep vaginal muscles then radiating out to tease her whole pussy, clit, and nipples in the aftershock. It was like a permanently impending, whole body orgasm that never quite arrived.

  She found her limbs trembling and her pulse racing and knew this would last until Jake decided to end it, by removing the objects. She knew that all the time they were inside her, he held all the cards. And he wasn’t going to fuck her either. She felt like throwing herself to her knees before him and pleading with him to use her, abuse her, just as long as he deigned to fuck her good and hard. Two thrusts from Jake Stone’s massive cock and she would come for a week.

  ‘Cally, can you come here?’

  She found herself moving much more cautiously, which Jake Stone obviously approved of, if his curved lips were anything to go by. The limitations of stilettos were nothing to how those vibrating ticklers teased her intimately as she moved. When he watched her, it was as if his fingers were inside her, tormenting her continuously. The thought made her cheeks go warm. She knew her breasts rose and fell and
her lips were parted. She couldn’t control any of it.

  ‘Yes, sir?’

  Take that plant down.’ Jake indicated a basket of plants hanging from a hook in the ceiling.

  ‘Do you want me to water it?’ Cally couldn’t help thinking it would be easier to bring the water to the plant. Perhaps he didn’t want water spilt on his office carpet. It reminded her of last night at his apartment when water from her naked body drenched the carpet beneath her as she stood shackled to his correction frame. She found herself blushing even more furiously.

  ‘Just remove it. Place it out of the way.’

  Suddenly this didn’t look so innocent. Cally found her breath coming shorter and faster. The movement of the love eggs as she stretched for the plant and bent to place it on the floor added to her unease.

  ‘Take your clothes off,’ he ordered as she turned, carefully, to face him.

  ‘I just got dressed.’ She knew she had erred as soon as she complained.

  Jake strode across the room. He had shackles in his hand which he attached to the hook in the ceiling. He turned to see her fiddling with her blouse buttons. Taking the edges in his hand, Jake ripped the blouse asunder, fabric rending, buttons flying off.

  ‘I told you to get undressed.’ His voice held a tense tone of fury. He reached around and undid her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and tossing it aside.

  He clamped both of Cally’s wrists in the shackles and hooked her arms up above her head, raising her breasts high and taut. She shivered. The cold air on her overheated flesh created an exquisitely sensual feeling. That, and the tormentors, as she began to think of the love eggs and Jake as one and the same device, made her feel as if she was being licked all over. Inside and out.