by Lucia Jordan
Maybe that’s the problem, Lacey thought. I’m not a prude, but I’ve always been too cautious to try anything wild, so everyone thinks I am — except Christopher. He thinks I was born to be a submissive. “Let’s just say if I ever did, I’d lock the door first.”
*
Lacey spent the rest of the afternoon finishing up the copying, mailing and filing for the convention center project. Christopher remained in his office.
Thinking about Sarah and what she had said kept Lacey occupied but not so much that she lost track of the time. On the contrary, she seemed to be almost painfully aware of every passing minute as the day wound down.
Why am I fighting this? I want him as much as he wants me.
Fifteen minutes before 5 p.m. Lacey cleared her desk, made notations on her own calendar about her tasks for the next day and shut down her computer. When she finished, she had five minutes left before it was time to clock out.
She left the office to use the bathroom across the hall. She stood staring at herself in the mirror over the sink for two minutes. When she returned to her desk, it was one minute to 5 p.m.
Christopher emerged from his office and glanced at his watch before he smiled at her. “It’s been a good first day. Thank you, Miss Easton.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Wolfe.” She didn’t move from her chair but sat watching him as the seconds seemed to pass as slowly as hours. Her heart, on the other hand, seemed to be frantically trying to hammer its way out of her chest.
At five p.m. he walked over to the door, and opened it. “Time to clock out.” When she didn’t move, he let the door close and engaged the security locks. “In my office, Miss Easton.”
Lacey’s legs felt a little wobbly as she rose and walked into his office, stopping as he followed her and locked them inside. She wanted to ask him questions but guessed the rules would be the same as they had been at the party — she could only speak when spoken to.
Christopher walked a circle around her, inspecting her from all sides before he stopped in front of her. “Take down your hair,.”
Lacey removed the pins holding her twist of hair in place and placed them in the hand Christopher held out to her. She combed through the loose waves with her fingers and watched him pocket the pins.
“You surprise me, Lacey.” He came up behind her and removed her jacket, tossing it aside. “What changed your mind?”
Thinking of Sarah, she smiled a little. “It wasn’t you.”
Christopher wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her back against him. “I’ve had two weeks to think about this,” he said, his voice low and ragged. “I haven’t touched another woman since I fucked you. Lift up your skirt.”
Lacey reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt around her waist.
“I knew you’d have a delectable ass.” Christopher stepped back and caressed her buttocks with his palm before he tugged down her panties and slid his fingers between her thighs. “I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about this. Have you masturbated since that night?”
She swallowed hard. “I have, yes.”
“Remember it fondly,” he said. “From now on you only touch yourself when I tell you to.” He pressed one finger deep inside her sheath, making her gasp. “If you come without my permission, I’ll punish you.”
She felt her panties drop around her ankles and shivered. “Yes, sir.”
He unbuttoned and peeled off her blouse and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms before cupping her breasts. “Your pussy is wet for me. Your nipples are hard for me. I can feel how fast your heart is beating. You need to be fucked right now, don’t you,?”
This is really going to happen — again, Lacey thought, feeling the thrill of giving in to her shameful desires streaking through her veins. “Yes, Mr. Wolfe.”
“I don’t think I can wait.” He spun her around to face him and lifted her off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me.” When she did, he carried her over to his desk, using one arm to sweep everything on it aside before he laid her down on top of it.
Feeling the hard surface of the desk under her buttocks excited Lacey but not as much as watching Christopher step between her thighs and open his trousers.
“Put your hands on your breasts,,” he told her as he pulled out his erect penis and pressed the head against her slick folds. “Stroke those rosy nipples for me while I give that tight little pussy what it’s crying for.”
Lacey rubbed her aching peaks as she watched Christopher grip her thighs, bringing them up around his hips. She could feel the broad silky bulb of his cockhead separating her folds and penetrating her slowly, inch by inch, until it fully lodged inside her body. She clenched around it, moaning a little as the sense of fullness spread through her pelvis and made her clit throb.
“Yes, you like that, I know.” He pushed in, making her take another inch of his thick shaft. “You feel so silky and soft on my cock,. Like your pussy is a hot little mouth, sucking me off.”
As he stroked deeper, Lacey arched her back, trying to take more of the wide, heavy length of him. This was why she’d felt so empty these past weeks. He filled her so completely. He feels so hard, so big — and so good. The throbbing inside her intensified, making her go even wetter.
Christopher groaned as he put his entire cock into her and went still. “God, I thought about this all day. It’s even better than I remember.” He glared down at her. “You made me wait two weeks for it.”
Lacey closed her eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Look at me.” When she did, Christopher slowly drew almost all the way out. “You’re my Anytime slut now, Lacey. Don’t you ever make me wait to fuck you again.”
She gasped as he thrust his entire length back into her pussy. “Mr. Wolfe.”
“You’re mine,.” He pulled out and pushed in a second time, harder and deeper. “Mine to kiss and suck and fuck whenever I please. That’s what you want, that’s you came back, not for the job, but for my cock. Isn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” she whimpered when he clamped his hand over her breast and pinched her nipple. “Yes. Yes, I wanted to be with you again.”
He bent over her, surging deep as he covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked on it before letting it pop from his lips. “This won’t be nice, or safe, or polite. I’m going to fuck you as much as I want.” He began moving in and out of her, his shaft swelling as he forged deep. “You’ll stay after work when I tell you to, and you’ll give me exactly what I need.”
“Yes, sir.” She writhed as the enormous need tightened inside her. “Anything.”
Golden light from the setting sun poured into the office, gilding Christopher’s damp hair and glittering over the fine sheen of sweat on his face. Lacey’s entire body trembled as she tried to hold off her orgasm, her chest heaved and her breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts. Christopher’s eyes burned into hers as he gave it to her harder and faster, his cock almost bruising as it filled her pussy over and over.
“You’re feeling it now aren’t you, sweetheart?” He smiled down at her as he slowed his thrusts, pushing into her deeply as he reached between them and pressed his thumb into her clit. “You want to come so badly.”
Lacey shook as the pleasure threatened to spill over inside her. “Please, Mr. Wolfe, let me, please.”
“I want a kiss first.” He pulled his cock out of her and bent over. Just before his mouth touched hers he slid down and pressed his lips to her sex, parting her folds with his tongue so he could rub it against her clit.
It happened so quickly Lacey almost screamed. She shattered, the climax taking over her body as Christopher licked and sucked at her. He picked her up from the desk and put her on her knees in front of him, his fist wrapped around his penis.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. When she complied, he thrust himself between her lips. “Suck my cock. Just like that.”
Lacey felt his fingers tangle in her hair. He pressed her back and forth, using th
e motion of her head to fuck her mouth with deep strokes. She could feel his thighs tremble under her palms. He groaned and his semen jetted, filling her mouth. She swallowed every pulse of seed until he drew his cock from her lips and knelt before her, taking her into his arms.
Gently, he lowered her onto her side and stretched out beside her as he stroked her hair. “God. I just had you and I want you again.” He touched her swollen lips. “I should have warned you I was going to do that.”
“Why?” She kissed his fingers. “I like surprises.”
“I expected a lot of reactions from you but not this gorgeous generosity. It makes me feel ten feet tall.” He swept his thumb over her mouth. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m a little mixed-up,” she said. “I’ve been with a few guys, but it was wrong somehow. I mean, they were all nice but when I had sex with them I always had to close my eyes and fantasize about something else just to have an orgasm.”
He brushed his lips over hers. “But not with me.”
Lacey chuckled. “If I tell you that you’re better than any of my fantasies, Mr. Wolfe, you’ll become conceited.”
“Not if I admit it was the same for me.” He pushed her over onto her back and mounted her. “Spread your legs for me.” He worked his cockhead between her soaking-wet folds. “I’d like to hear about one of your fantasies,.”
Her eyelids fluttered as she felt him press inside her. “I can’t think, sir.”
“Close your eyes.” As she did, he worked his shaft deeper. “Imagine I’m one of those nice guys who just took you out to dinner and made out with you on your sofa and felt up your pretty tits.”
“But you’re not like them.”
“Shhhh.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Pretend I am. I’ve been waiting all night to get you naked. Now I’ve finally got my cock in your pussy and I’m fucking you. What are you fantasizing?”
“I can’t talk about those things.”
“With me you can I want to know everything that goes on in the beautiful head of yours, sweetheart.”
“Okay. I’m working in the archives, filing things, and someone comes up behind me and tells me not to move.” Could she really tell him her hottest fantasy, when he didn’t know he was the star of it? “He puts his hands on me and starts fondling my breasts… and I don’t stop him.”
“Naughty girl,” Christopher stroked in and out of her slowly. “What else does he do to you?”
“He talks dirty to me as he reaches under my skirt,” she whispered. “He puts his hand in my panties and uses his fingers on me while he tells me all the ways he’s going to molest me. Then he pulls down my panties and makes me spread my legs. I know he’s going to put his penis inside me, and violate me, and… I want it.”
He made a sound of approval. “Who is he?”
“I don’t care. I want him to take me.”
Christopher laughed as she trembled under him. “God, this is turning me on. What happens next?”
“He bends me over and holds my hips as he penetrates me.” Lacey felt her face reddening, and squirmed a little with shame before she added, “As he starts pushing in and out of me other men start coming in to the room, and form a circle around us.” She caught her breath as Christopher lifted her legs over his shoulders. “They masturbate while they watch me being taken.”
“Look at me.” He began thrusting harder and deeper, and pressed two of his fingers against her lips. “Open for me.”
Lacey opened her mouth and took in his fingers, sucking them as he slowly pushed them in and out of her mouth.
“I’ve been standing in front of you, watching you being fucked by that stranger. Now I’m making you suck my cock while he fills you from behind.”
She groaned around his fingers, unbearably excited by his sexy suggestion.
“I’m in your mouth. He’s in your pussy and we’re going to make you come in front of all these other men.” He pounded into her faster. With his free hand, he drew hers down to where their bodies met. “Rub your clit for us, sweetheart. Show us what a slut you are.”
Lacey slid her fingers around his thrusting shaft, squeezing it before she parted her folds and stroked her hard, pulsing pearl. With his fingers fucking her mouth she couldn’t ask to come, and quivered under her own hand.
“You come with me this time.” Christopher drove into her, groaning loudly as his body tensed. “Right now.”
She sucked on his fingers and clenched over his throbbing shaft, bursting with shameful delight as she came with him. The sensation of his come flooding her fluttering tissues brought on another climax, harder than the first, and a rush of heat filled her head as her body writhed helplessly under his.
Christopher withdrew his fingers from her mouth. He kept his penis lodged inside her as he rolled onto his back and cradled her against his chest. They lay there for a long time, their bodies cooling and Lacey still shuddering occasionally with the aftershocks of her orgasms.
“Miss Easton?” When she lifted her head to meet his gaze, he smiled at her. “Exceptionally good work tonight.”
“Thank you, sir.” She snuggled against his chest, feeling utterly content. “I love my work… and my new boss.”
*
After seeing Lacey to her car, Christopher walked back to where his driver was waiting for him. “Take me downtown to Denizens.”
Christopher told his driver to return in an hour before climbing out. The bouncer, an unsmiling behemoth dressed in all black, opened the door for him. “Evening, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Lawrence.” Christopher strode in, stopping for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dark interior before he went to sit at the bar.
“Hey, C.W.,” Tabitha, the sloe-eyed bartender, sauntered over to him. “Haven’t seen you here in ages. What can I get for you?”
“Scotch and soda.” He glanced around the room, occupied by a few dozen members of his inner circle. He nodded to those watching him.
Sarah Tate sat down beside him and held up an empty glass. “Tab, another one, please. You’re an hour late and your shirt is buttoned wrong, I’m guessing your plan worked.”
“Perfectly.” He took a swallow of his Scotch. “Pass my thanks along to your Dom.”
“Jack’s happy to play with me in front anyone but his ex.” She smiled at Tabitha when she placed a fresh martini in front of her. “I’m not so thrilled about it, though, Chris. You should have seen her face. It was like I kicked her in the teeth.”
“Remind me again, how many times have you let Jack fuck you openly at a gathering?”
“That’s different and you know it,” she told him. “Lacey has never been one of us. She’s sweet and understanding and genuinely nice — which, by the way, makes me feel like a complete louse for doing this to her.”
“You’re a submissive, Sarah,” he said. “Shame is your drug.”
“This isn’t about me. It’s on you.” She drank down half of her martini in two swallows. “I’ve never seen you like this. You’re obsessed with her.”
“I don’t do obsession.”
“Really? So who insisted I make friends with a temp so I could find out if she was dating anyone? Who had me shoot her billing rate into the stratosphere so she couldn’t get any new jobs?” she demanded. “And who called this morning and gave the entire Accounting Department the day off, just so a certain personal assistant could catch Jack and me having fake naughty reunion sex in his office?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You faked the sex? And Jack was okay with that?”
“Chris!”
“If Lacey had clocked out at five, nothing would have happened. Everything has been her choice, and always will be.”
“I’m so glad I never slept with you.” Sarah picked up her drink and stalked off.
Christopher finished his drink and considered ordering a second but what Sarah had said still echoed in his thoughts. I’m not obsessed with Lacey Easton. I wanted her, I went after her, and I got her. It’s
what I do. Now she’s mine.
He would have felt smug about his victory, too, except he could still smell her on his skin, and feel her softness caressing his cock, and hear her sweet voice as she murmured against his chest. I love my work … and my new boss.
Christopher slipped a fifty under his empty glass and walked out.
The Interview Book 3
“I think that covers everything, gentlemen.” CEO Christopher Wolfe turned from the convention center conferenced into his wall-size viewing screen and smiled at the men seated in front of his desk. “Miss Easton has already sent out copies of the contract, budget and projected completion dates to your offices. Do you have any questions?”
“Yes. Where did you find such an efficient assistant?” the center director asked. “And how can I steal her away from you?”
“I wouldn’t let her go for a million dollars,” Christopher told him.
That made the other men chuckle. Lacey gave her boss a wry look before she picked up a tray and began collecting coffee cups. A million dollars was one of the reasons she now worked as Christopher Wolfe’s personal assistant, not that she could tell his clients that — or divulge any of the other details involved in her decidedly unorthodox employment.
Two months ago, Lacey had started working at Wolfe International as a temp. When she discovered a scheme by Christopher’s former assistant to blackmail him by secretly filming him at a BDSM party, Lacey had crashed the party to warn Christopher. Thankfully, the photographer was caught before he could make the sex tape. After having mind-blowing bondage sex with Lacey in the back of his limo, Christopher offered her a job as his new assistant — with a catch. After hours he also expected her to serve as his sexual submissive.
At the time Lacey had felt insulted and flatly refused but Christopher wouldn’t let her leave. He bought Anytime Office Temps, the agency that had her under contract for the next year. As the new owner he was able to raise her billing rate to a million dollars a year, ensuring no one would hire her — except him, of course. Lacey was forced to take the job. Rather than demanding Lacey become his sex slave, he allowed her to make a choice.