What was he going to do to her? Whatever it was, she knew she would have no choice. He pushed a thumb into her mouth to encourage her to widen it. He was going to make her suck off his pulsing cock, from this position. A wide bolt of alarm shot through her. She could do this. Jake wanted it, she told herself.
Luke positioned the tip of his cock at her lips. He rose up above her and arrowed his cock down a little way inside her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of the droplet of precome that oiled his shaft. Luke shifted his angle and she dropped her head back as much as she could, so his prick would have a clear path down her throat.
Luke deepened the penetration, moaning out his enjoyment as he sank in and pulled out. The friction against her tongue and the walls of her throat were clearly very stimulating to him.
Cally knew she was very vulnerable in this position but she trusted Jake to protect her. And she knew she would not come like this. This was purely for Luke’s enjoyment. It took all her powers of concentration just to perform and to breathe. If she panicked, her throat would close off and she would choke on his cock.
They eased into a routine where he lowered the snake down her throat and withdrew repeatedly and she drew and sucked and lapped as much as she was able. His soft balls bounced against her face at the deepest part of his descent. His stimulation must have been intense as his huffs and growls grew steadily to a tremulous roar.
Hereached down and twisted her nipples really hard to hear her bay with the taut stimulus of his savage fingers. Her muffled, throaty cries were the decisive element in bringing forth his climax. Luke groaned as he erupted, a gush of hot, salty semen which had nowhere to go but down the back of her throat. It was either swallow or drown.
As Luke withdrew, he complimented her in his rough way, in the euphoria of the moment. ‘Oh, that was good, babe. Real good.’
Jake stepped forward immediately, as if he couldn’t wait to interrupt a scene that had given him considerable displeasure. ‘But it is Cally who must thank you, Luke, for the indulgences you have bestowed upon her body. Cally?’
She struggled upright, clearing her throat. ‘Thank you, sir.’ It came out as a croak. ‘May I get some water?’ she asked Jake.
‘I want you to go to the bathroom. Clean yourself up, clean your teeth, and clear the moisture from your pussy. I don’t want to find any evidence that you have been aroused by what my friends have taken pleasure in doing to you. I don’t want to detect another man’s scent upon your body when I use it myself. Is that clear?’ He sounded harsh, angry. He dragged her from the desktop.
Cally felt humiliated. She escaped through the office door, tears welling in her eyes. She could see the others looking at Jake as if they hadn’t expected to hear that reaction from him. They almost looked sorry for her.
Jake wouldn’t look at heras she fled.
Behind the closed bathroom door, she could hear raised voices. She thought she heard someone leaving, but she couldn’t be sure who.
Cally spent a long time in the bathroom. She washed herself thoroughly, cleaned Luke’s semen from her mouth, and gargled with mouthwash. She found herself wondering just how many other women had looked at their wavering reflection in the mirror here, through the misty tears of their own ambiguous emotions.
A day ago, she would have used the time alone to bring about her own satisfying climax. Today, she wanted the full experience. She wanted to yearn for it, just as long as Jake required her to. She wanted to be made to wait for her own pleasure, until Jake allowed her to have it. She was getting slick again just thinking about the effect on both of them. If Jake discovered the secretions, he would think it was a result of Thomas and Luke and the way they handled her body. But it was Jake. All Jake. She washed her pussy thoroughly again, taking care not to stimulate herself any more than she was already.
Cally tied the wrap properly around her, enclosing herself fully in the silky fabric. It whispered against her skin. She could not bear the thought of going back into the office exposed, in front of the three men, after what they had just done, and witnessed being done, to her naked body. It was humiliating enough just having to return, but she knew she had no choice. Eventually he would come looking for her. Kick the door down if he had to.
As she opened the door, she caught the end of a conversation Jake was having on the phone.
‘Four o’clock. Then you can come and collect the package …’
It was the nearest thing to real business she had witnessed since she got here. Jake looked up as she entered, and hung up the phone. He stared at her for a moment. She thought he would be angry that she had covered her body up but he didn’t say a word.
Thomas and Luke didn’t appear to be there. Was that who she had heard leaving? But what had they been arguing about?
‘Come here, Cally,’ Jake commanded. His anger seemed to have subsided.
She walked, on bare feet, over to him. He reached up and stroked her cheek, looking over her features like he was trying to commit them to memory. He pushed a length of hair behind her ear.
Moving slowly, he leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. When she reached her arms up to slide around his neck, he pulled them away and placed them back at her sides. He didn’t want her to hang on to him. Why?
He reached behind him and picked up a scarf. ‘Turn around.’ The command was a simple one and she instantly obeyed it. He blindfolded her.
His hands came round her waist and he undid the knot of her sash, drawing the wrap from her shoulders. She felt it fall down her body to the ground. Everything became more intense once she was deprived of sight. She wondered what he was going to do and it excited her responses rapidly.
Jake led her to the centre of the room. ‘Kneel down.’ It was a quietly spoken request.
Cally could hear him move across to his desk, open a drawer, and shut it again. A few moments later, straining her ears to discover what he was doing, she heard a sound she recognised. It was a camera flash. He had taken her photograph, blindfolded. Kneeling. Naked but unbound. Truly submissive.
He had just got his trophy photograph. Of her. The shock hit her and brought her back to reality. It reminded her crushingly of why she was here, and of the fact that Jake Stone wasn’t her sexually experimental lover. He was an arrogant, self-satisfied boss who abused his female employees.
He trusted her compliance enough now to enable her to make her escape, soon. Either from the office, or from his apartment; she would simply walk out the door when his back was turned. Then she would write a report, the likes of which Mathers had never read before. Who would believe the head of any company, in a position of trust and authority, would treat a woman this way?
Leaving from the apartment tonight would be the best thing, she decided. She would be able to pick up clothing to leave in. She didn’t even have any shoes with her right now. And she would escape with that album of photographs as her evidence. The only photo he would have left was the one he had just taken of her. The woman who was going to bring his whole sordid world crashing down around his ears.
Cally realised the next time she would see Jake Stone after tonight would be in court.
Suddenly he was at her elbow, lifting her to her feet. She reached up to remove the blindfold but his voice rang out. ‘Leave it!’
She froze. Was this the start of his next game of dominance, or could he not bear her to look upon his face? Presumably he had taken the photograph both as a trophy of the most recent woman he had managed to get to submit to his will but also as a sign he had had enough of her, and was getting ready to replace her with the next foolishly willing, submissive PA.
Cally felt a surge of real anger rip through her. Her revenge would be sweet and hot. Let him play his final games with her. She would enjoy every last minute. Especially when she saw the exposé in print, coming hot off the presses. She couldn’t wait to see Mathers’ face when he read her copy. Let him deny her the job now. She would be his star employee!
Cally coul
d hear Jake moving again. It sounded like he was undressing. Damn this blindfold. She would have liked to have seen him naked, one last time. The way he was seeing her.
Cally jumped when a warm hand closed around her hip. She hadn’t realised he was standing so close. He seemed able to move around her as silently as a fox. Jake’s hand caressed the curve of her hip, lowering and curving about her to smooth across one buttock cheek. She enjoyed the feeling of warmth and the shiver of pleasure that his firm, gentle touch gave her. It landed with an unexpected, resounding slap upon her buttock. The impact propelled her forward until she landed against him. Naked, as she thought.
The warmth of his chest and stomach flooded through her cool skin.
Jake placed his second hand on her other hip as she pushed away from him. Again he caressed her buttock. Again he lifted his palm and brought it down with a hard slap. It revived the feeling of the spanking Thomas had administered earlier. The force of the second strike expelled the breath from her body.
She tilted her hips forward at the arousal the beating induced in her loins. Whatever she felt about Jake, he knew how to give an erotic spanking. He cupped her pubic mound, using the heel of his hand to massage steadily downward, firmly applying pressure to the area just above her clit, making her murmur her approval.
Jake moved a little to one side, standing closely against her hip, but continued his arousing stimulation. She felt fluid and all her senses were becoming focused on the spot between her legs which was quickening with his invigorating caress. Instantly his palm slapped. The tingle was intense; her whole mind centred on the area. He struck again with speed and accuracy and power. The friction against her swollen clitoris, just enclosed by equally swollen pussy lips, made her buck.
Her knees nearly gave way under the onslaught, but Jake caught her and lowered her to the carpet. He rapidly turned her over onto her stomach and manipulated her position until she was on her hands and knees before him.
She felt something encircle her waist. The unexpected feeling made her draw a sharp intake of breath. He was tying something around her waist. It felt cold, hard, smooth. Cally reached up a hand to feel it. It was a leather belt. The one from his trousers?
‘Take your hand off,’ Jake growled, closely behind her. ‘You submit to whatever I do to you. Do you want me to beat you with it, instead?’
‘No, don’t,’ Cally said. Her heart pounded, from the fear and the heightened anticipation.
‘Then submit.’
She could feel the wide strap attach itself closely to her skin. He pulled it savagely and it cinched and tightened. He repeated the action, fiddling with the buckle to hold it securely in place.
‘I can’t breathe,’ Cally gasped.
‘Just accept it. It’s exciting. To me.’
She could breathe, in a restricted way. She knew she mustn’t panic but do as Jake said and accept it. Her cunt was throbbing strongly.
Jake’s hand slipped down, fingers parting her pussy lips, to discover the slickness within their folds.
‘I told you to get rid of the evidence,’ he barked, even as he slid his fingers forward and back, coating everything in the viscous cream.
‘I did. It was all gone. I swear.’
‘Then this is revealing your excitement about me taking you?’ he demanded to know.
‘Yes, Jake. My cunt wants your cock. It’s letting you know how much.’ It was hard to punch out the words between her rapid, shallow breaths, her waist tightly encircled in the punishing confines of the unforgiving leather.
‘Oh, I want to whip you,’ Jake bit out. His agitation was intense. ‘Your cunt is only there to pleasure my cock, yet it seeks its own pleasure all the time. With anyone available.’
He was referring to Luke and Thomas, she knew it. He wanted to punish her because of their interest in her. And hers in them.
‘Don’t, Jake,’ she begged. Cally just wanted him to fuck her and put her out of this miserably intense situation. She pushed her bottom back into his groin to encourage him.
Jake pressed the head of his solid flesh to her pussy and slipped it back and forth between her pussy lips, coating them in wetness, making her sigh. He pressed the engorged head against her tight arsehole and began the forceful, steady incursion into the unforgiving space.
Her high-pitched, intermittent mewls clearly made the experience more arousing to Jake as he pushed on, parting her muscles around his incursion into their territory, inch by tortured inch.
The long groan of ecstasy he emitted filled Cally’s ears. Don’t come, Jake, she thought. Don’t come. She dare not voice her desires, knowing he would do the complete opposite. But she wanted him to fuck her pussy and make her come too. With him inside her. She didn’t think she could wait another minute. But she knew she had to submit to his will. That was part of the intensity of her thrill too.
Fully inside her arse, Jake took hold of the belt with both his hands. By slipping his fingers beneath it, he tightened it around her waist even more, making her breathing shallower, more intense. He used the belt to get purchase upon her as he commenced a steady pumping action, in and out of her body.
Each pull backwards on the belt was matched with a firm thrust forward into her anus. She had to focus on controlling her breath in, each time he released the tension on the belt a little, so he could withdraw his cock again. They worked together like a well-oiled machine of lust.
The thrusting went on until she became aware of the moment of his release. Jake stiffened and tensed, pulling so tightly on the belt she had to hold her breath as he came. She felt the hot surge fill her back passage like a warm coffee enema. Jake was buried to the hilt in her soft, muscular sheath and gave little, twitchy jerks and unconscious grunts as his orgasm peaked in sexual satisfaction – for him.
As he withdrew steadily, Cally felt exhaustion. Exhaustion from trying to breathe, exhaustion from trying to brace herself against his powerful thrusting inside her anus, exhaustion from trying to attain a climax that just could not, would not, come. She felt as tense as Jake felt relaxed. As unsatisfied as he felt satiated. Her abject need to orgasm hadn’t abated one whit.
Jake kept her pressed to the floor for a while as he recovered. She wasn’t yet allowed to move. Slowly he got to his feet. ‘God you’re a lovely fuck, Cally. A man couldn’t get any better. Any man.’ He stood watching her. She could feel drops of his come dripping from her arse, running into her pussy juices, tickling her with torment in her continuously aroused state. She had to force herself not to react to it.
Jake walked to his office door. ‘I’m going to clean you off my body. I want you to be there, in the same position, when I get back. Understood?’
‘Yes.’ Damn him. He’s had all the pleasure, now he gets to make himself feel comfortable. I get nothing again.
She wasn’t sure, with the blindfold on, whether he had left or not. He could be standing in the doorway right now, watching her. She stayed put, stretching out the tensions in her muscles with gentle movements that left all four limbs attached firmly to the floor.
About 15 minutes later, he returned. It felt longer. He took hold of the leather belt and pulled her to her feet. She stood before him as he undid the blindfold.
‘You’ve learnt well, Cally, to please a man. You’ve pleased me. You’ve pleased my friends. You really only have one more test.’
Cally didn’t like the sound of all this positivity. Was one more test the reason he’d left her unsatisfied?
‘I want to know if you can please any man who is your master the same way you have pleased me. Anyman.’ Jake stroked his fingers idly through her hair. Then, without a further word, he undid the leather belt. Cally’s first thought was to wonder if he was going to whip her. He had said he wanted to. Perhaps he still did.
‘Go and clean yourself up again, Cally. I’m going to fetch something up from my car. When you’re finally allowed to come, it will be the way I say it will.’
Finally?
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bsp; Chapter Twelve
JAKE WASN’T GONE long. When he came back he handed a bag through to Cally, in the bathroom. ‘Put this on, Cally. I want you to dress up for me.’
Kinky clothing? But no, it was the dress. The long, elegant, backless one he had made her order. Why would he want her to dress up in the middle of the day? Another of his mind-fucks? She knew better than to refuse. She remembered the leather belt and him talking about whipping her.
Her own cosmetics were in the bag too. He clearly wanted her to look good. Perhaps this was the way he said goodbye to all his PAs, once he’d grown tired of them. Perhaps, for him, the thrill came from their fear and intimidation. Once they were too compliant, he lost interest. And she had become rather too keen on their little games. She could admit that. Even if it was only to herself.
Cally blushed just thinking about some of the things she had done. Some of the things Jake had done to her.
Or maybe Thomas and Luke had been a test. One she’d failed. It was conceivable that Jake only wanted a PA who would submit to him and refuse other men. That would be just the sort of ego trip a confidently arrogant male like Jake Stone would be on. And watching them enjoy her, the way he had, had been too close to home. She’d liked being dominated by them, just fine. But mostly she’d only done it because Jake had said he wanted her to. God, now she was operating her own mind-fuck. How insidiously sexual domination became a natural part of one’s life. Frankly, the whole sorry episode had left her very confused. It was as well that it was almost over, whatever the reason for ending it.
She wanted to get back into his apartment and steal those photos, though. She would beg him for one more night, if she had to. He couldn’t deny her that, after everything she’d given him. Could he?
Somehow, Cally knew it would make her feel better to leave him than have him give her the shove out the office door. Let him wake up in the morning to find her gone. Album and all. Even if she had to let him mess with her again. One last time.
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