EROTICA:HIS SLAVE FOR THE NIGHT (Extreme Domination with Strangers, Bitch Romance Erotic Sex Short Stories Box Set): Bound MMF Menage Bundle (Rough Discipline Adult S&M Series Book 2)

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by Amanda Gray


  “I can offer her a stable relationship based on love. We’ve known each other since high school, she’s known him what, two years? I think I’d have the better chance at getting her to come back to me.” Derek said with alcohol fuelled confidence.

  “Well, good luck to you bro, I hope you get your old lady back.” Tank said, patting him solidly on the back and making him spill his drink for the second time that day.

  “You owe me another beer.” Derek said to a chuckling Tank.

  ###

  “He wasn’t supposed to be out for at least another three to four years Tessa!” Rhonda said into the phone as she looked over the final guest list for the wedding.

  “Well, maybe he was a good little convict and wanted to see you so bad that he managed to dig his way out of a bad situation.” Tessa said. The sound of a hair dryer in the background cut through the line as Tessa got ready for a hot date that evening.

  “He didn’t escape, I had all that checked out, company policy and all that.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know all that. I wasn’t talking literally Rhon.”

  “I just don’t know what to do, I told Derek I’d wait for him when he got out, he told me he didn’t want me to see him in prison, so I stayed away, then I met Alexander…” She sighed.

  “You got lonely and scared without your man by your side, hell girl I’d probably do the same.”

  “Yeah, but now he’s back, he’s out. He seriously wasn’t expecting to see me when he came by the house. He was so drunk, he’d obviously been celebrating his release, I’m just glad he wasn’t riding his Harley.”

  “Oooh, he’s a bad-ass biker? Damn girl you sure can pick them.”

  “Yeah, he went away when he assaulted someone, I don’t know the details but I think his MC was involved.”

  “Shit, Rhon, do you think he’s going to get his brothers to come after you and drag your pretty ass back to him?” Tessa asked, Rhonda laughed.

  “No, no, he wouldn’t do that, he’s a big soft teddy bear. Besides I don’t think his Pres would allow that, waste of MC resources or something.” Rhonda put the list down and rifled through some of the other invitations that had been RSVP’d but had no ‘And Guest’ the final seating arrangements had been decided, but there were a few delicate seatings that had to be fixed, due to relationship breakdowns or some sort of business issue.

  “I just don’t know what to do about him, maybe I was a fool to give him a job with the company, but I couldn’t just leave him without nothing, I owed it to him since I left him without so much as a proper face-to-face explanation, I took the coward’s way out with a ‘Dear John’ letter.”

  “Ouch, that must have sucked for him.” Tess said.

  “Yeah, well…” Rhonda sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her made her turn, Alexander stood there with a smirk on his face, and wearing black satin pants, his sculpted chest was bare.

  There was a considerable bulge in his pants that could only be one thing.

  “Tess, I have to go. Alexander needs me for something.” Rhonda hung up the phone and slipped from the couch to her knees, assuming the position that she had been taught.

  She sat in the middle of the living room, her knees sinking into the plush rug as Alexander walked around her like a predator who had stalked and cornered his prey.

  He gently ran the back of his knuckles along his fiancée’s jawline, smiling as she softly leaned into his caress. “You have been a little stressed my love, let me take your mind off a few things…” he said, pulling a length of satin material from his pocket and taking each of her wrists and binding them before her.

  “Lay back.” He said, placing a hand on her back and helping her to lie flat on the rug. Her arms, he stretched above her head, wrists bound. Rhonda inhaled deeply, loving the feeling of being bound and controlled by Alexander, who himself relished the control she gave to him. In everything he felt he needed to be in command, of his business, his home, his sex-life.

  In Rhonda, he had found one whom, in her naivety, he could control completely, and he wasn’t about to let her go.

  When she had settled down on the floor, Alexander knelt beside her. He slipped his hands around the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down over her hips, stretching the elastic waistband and guiding the material over her curves and down her legs, his fingers trailing softly against her flesh. Rhonda heard him groan as he watched the rise and fall of her blouse-covered chest.

  “Such a gorgeous creature that lays before me, and you are all mine, mine to devour and enjoy.” He pulled her yoga pants off with a sharp tug. “Aren’t you, Rhonda?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.” She said, a little breathless.

  Alexander moved forward, up over her body. He straddled her stomach, his hands going to the collar of her blouse. “No one else can lay claim to what is mine, isn’t that right, Rhonda?” he said, running his fingers over her collarbone, knowing that it was one of her erogenous zones, he felt her responsive shiver course through her body, a soft little moan escaping her lips.

  “Answer me…” He said, his voice soft and hinting at danger.

  “Yes, sir.” She yelped in fright when he gripped the collar of her blouse and tore it open, exposing her bra-covered chest.

  “These are mine,” he said, running his hands over her chest, caressing her breasts through the material of her bra. He unclasped the front, her generous bust freed from the confines of her bra. He buried his head between the soft pillows, his mouth open and his tongue tasting the sweat that dampened her skin. Her taste made him harder for her.

  Rhonda writhed a little beneath him as he tongued her cleavage, slowly moving towards the left nipple while his hand groped at her right breast, sending electric jolts of pleasure down to her core.

  “No other man… Rhonda, you will know no other man but me…” Alexander said, as he moved his mouth lower to her panties. Using his teeth he pulled them down, Rhonda assisting him by lifting her hips.

  With her hands bound and his instructions clear on where they should stay, she felt helpless as he removed the remaining underclothes, both hers and his.

  He stood above her, his cock jutting out, erect and hard for her.

  “On your Stomach.” He said. Rhonda rolled over, the soft rug caressing her body. She felt his hands gripping her hips and he pulled her into position. She moaned as she felt his hard cock grinding against her wet entrance, his own moan reaching her ears as the hard head of his cock breached her pussy.

  “No other can fuck you, no other can taste you. You are mine, do you hear me… mine!” he said as he began to pound hard and fast into her. She jolted forward, her breasts swinging with each hard thrust. Her fiancé was asserting his true dominance over her. He ground out a roar as he climaxed quickly, leaving her unsatisfied and still needy as he pulled out. He pushed her down to the rug as he got to his feet.

  “You will not be seeing Derek at work. I will have him assigned to another part of the company, if only to please you, but you will have no contact with him.” he said, pulling his pants on. “I’m leaving for a business meeting in New York tomorrow, I’ll be home in a week.”

  He left Rhonda naked in the living room, her clothes scattered around and she began to wonder if Alexander truly was the man she loved. She awoke the next morning to an expensively large bunch of white and red roses and a new dress. The card was from Alexander.

  “With all my heart, I love you. I will see you in a week but call you tonight, when I get back, we are going out for dinner at Le Coeur Rouge. – Alexander.” Rhonda smiled, knowing that he was somewhat stressed about the upcoming business deal he had going, and seeing that she had been stressed about the whole Derek situation, his reaction to her own stress was perfectly understandable, at least that was what she told herself.

  Chapter Two

  Alexander sat behind his desk, he knew that the upstart Derek had a past history, he could use that to his adv
antage. He had quite a bit to do with the prison work-release system, and also the workers-behind-bard program that he had designed. Both programs had made him quite a bit of money and he had detailed information on every inmate that ‘worked’ for him.

  Because his company was providing ‘rehabilitation’ services for inmates, he had a huge tax exemption for any and all work that the prisoners did for his company, plus he was able to underpay them as the prison system would supplement the pitiful wages he paid them. It was less than a dollar an hour for most jobs, which were considered to be the lowest of the low.

  Work like highway clean-ups, graffiti clean-up, needle removal from parklands and playgrounds, nappy washing (both adult and babies), and work in his recycling plants where the cons had to sort the recyclables from the trash were all part of the work-release program.

  He had quite a bit of ‘dirt’ on Derek and his Devil’s Brood gang of thugs. His intercom on his desk phone buzzed.

  “Derek Trainor here to see you, Mr Fawkner.” Chrissy, his blonde, big-titted and very fuckable secretary called over the speaker. He would have to bang her over his desk before he flew out later tonight,

  Rhonda was busy at home, and thought that heh ad already flown out, but he still had a few little things to do before he went out to the airport. He knew that Rhonda would be busy having herself pampered and finalising a few of the last minute wedding things, as today was her day off.

  “Send him in.” Alexander said, pressing the intercom button on the desk phone. A few seconds later, the bearded and tattooed ex of his fiancée walked in, looing gruff and tough. Alexander gestured to the empty seat in front of his desk.

  “Mr. Trainor, Thank you for coming to see me, how are you settling in?”

  “I’m getting there, it’s not a job I saw myself doing.”

  “Oh, really?” Alex said, coming around the front of his desk and leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. “And what exactly did you envision doing here when you came up onto my front lawn and drunkenly demanded a position in my company?”

  “To be honest, I wasn’t thinking, nor did I expect to see my ex-fiancée stepping out of your front door.” Derek said, his eyes meeting those of Alexander.

  “Well, my fiancée is currently living with me, and I would suggest that you stay away from her. She left you for a reason, that reason was me. I can provide everything for her, make her happy, give her whatever she wants, whatever she asks for.” Alexander leaned in and sneered at Derek. “Can you say the same?”

  “I know I can give her an honest and loving relationship, Money isn’t everything, nor does it buy you a clear conscience.”

  “I have nothing in my life that requires my conscience to be clear, do you?” Alexander leaned back and eyed the man before him. “You know nothing about me… but I, I know a lot about you, Mr Trainor. “Tell me, does Rhonda know about your activities while in prison?” Alexander smirked when he noticed Derek’s silence.

  “I didn’t think so.” Alexander said a hint of victory in his voice. “I have an offer that will keep you out of prison, and my hair for the foreseeable future. You’ll finish up the work here and be gone to another company that I run in another town by the time I am back from New York. It is an Office Manager’s position, pretty cushy job more pay than the pittance you’re earning here. Basically just keep the place running, I’ll even throw in training and some new clothes for you so you can pick up some office sluts to wet your dick and keep your thoughts form my fiancée.” Alexander said with a wink.

  “I suggest that you accept my offer, Mr Trainor, or I’ll be more than happy to let your parole office know that you’ve been caught drunk on my property, threatening my fiancée’s and my lives and damaging my property.”

  Derek glared at Alexander, knowing that the bastard had his nuts in a vice, and that he only had a week to get Rhonda back and get the hell out of town with her, with or without help from his Brothers at the MC.

  “Are we at an understanding, Mr Trainor?” Alexander said. Derek nodded.

  “Yeah, sure. I got it.” Derek said.

  “Good.” Alexander nodded. “You can go now.” He said, leaning back and pressing the intercom button. “Chrissy, get your sweet ass in here.” Derek stood and left, opening the door for Chrissy. As he left the small reception area, he heard Alexander’s voice drift through his office.

  “Lock the door and get on your knees…” Derek didn’t bother turning around ant looking at the arrogant fuck and the whore of a secretary as the woman locked the office door behind her.

  Derek was pissed, well, more than pissed. Now he knew that he had to get Rhonda away from the dick. He pulled his phone out from his pocket and called Tank.

  “Hey, Tank, what do we know about Fawkner Inc.? I need some dirt, really good dirt, especially about their boss, Alexander Fawkner.”

  “I’ll get Jizz-Bang on it.” Tank said, knowing that Derek was up to something big, and if he was a Demon’s Brood boy enough to bring the club in on it, it had to be big and worthy of a bit of blackmail here and there for the benefit of the club.

  “Who the fuck comes up with the new nicknames for the prospects anyway? ‘Jizz-Bang’ ‘Greaser’ ‘Pony-boy’? I man come on dude where’s the bad-assery in ‘Pony-boy’? What, is the dick one of those fucking ‘brony-fucks’?” Derek said as he got into the lift and pressed the button for his floor. “What kind of grown man watches and enjoys a little girl’s TV series unless he’s watching it with his five-year old daughter?”

  “Don’t know buddy, but that Sparkle is one cute ass pony, I’d ride her and make that bitch whinny all night long.”

  “Dude, you’re a sick fuck.” Derek said with a smirk.

  “Yeah but you love me. I’ll get what I can, but it might help if you can use your ‘resourcefulness’ to good measure on your end, seeing as you are an ‘inside man’.” Tank said.

  “Yeah yeah…” Derek said as the elevator doors opened and let him out into his floor, it was bustling with activity. One of the office workers waved his hand to get his attention. “I’m onto it, gotta go.” Derek said, ending the call and heading over to the monkey in the suit.

  “Hey, Mailroom guy, can you get these files down to the filing room, they need to go into the third cabinet under G for Grosser Account.” You know that letter, right? ‘G’?”

  “Yeah, G for Gonads, which is where I’ll cut you if you keep up that asshole attitude around me. And my name is Derek, not Mailroom Guy, Dick.” Derek took the folder, almost snatching it from the dick’s hand. He turned and strode purposefully back to the lift where he descended to the floor that held the archives and the filing rooms.

  He filed the folder and input the information on the computer before he furtively looked around for other office workers and the security cameras that he’d spotted. He had a plan, hoping to hack into Fawkner’s personal files on the system. He sent Tank a message, asking him if he knew of any good hackers, and his phone dinged back that Pony-boy of all people was an IT guy when he wasn’t wearing his cut. Tank sent Derek his number and he made a quiet call.

  He watched as somehow the Prospect remote accessed the computer, easily finding the hidden files on the computer. Derek’s face took on a grim countenance as he looked over the files as they came up, he told Pony-boy where to send the files, the printer beside him whirring as he took some hard copies for himself. There was some very interesting information contained in them, Alexander wasn’t a fool, but the evidence of his actions could land him in some very deep, very hot water with the law.

  He checked his watch and cursed, it was almost 5pm, he had to finish up here and get back out before anyone noticed his extended absence. He grabbed the files and thanked Pony-Boy for his work, watching as the Prospect logged out after deleting all the evidence of his illegal hacking. He would have to discuss all the information he had gathered with Tank and the boys at the club, but he knew he had some very juicy shit on Alexander.

  Cha
pter Three

  Derek walked in to the office the next morning wanting to find Rhonda and tell her about her cheating asshole fiancé. But it wasn’t until lunchtime when everyone else had gone on their lunch breaks that he finally had a chance to see her.

  He spotted her walking in to the supplies closet and followed her in.

  When he entered the room, he closed the door behind him and approached her. She was standing atop a step ladder, her neat pinstripe skirt raised up just above the knee as she reached for something on the top shelf. She wasn’t quite tall enough and she stood on her tiptoes, overbalancing the stepladder. It rocked over and she fell.

  Derek rushed in, catching her just as she fell with a shriek of panic, landing safely in his muscled arms. She reflexively put her arms around Derek’s neck and then looked into the eyes of her saviour.

  “Derek…” she breathed, her heart pounding, but no longer with the adrenaline from the fall. The scent of him drove her hormones into overdrive, her body trembled with instant arousal as the memory of his distinctive aroma came shoving its way back to her mind.

  “Rhonda…” he breathed, his voice husky. Holding her in his arms he couldn’t help himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, the soft bristles of his full beard brushing against the softness of her skin.

  The taste of her brought him undone. He slowly moved her to a table, pushing aside the boxes of paper and pens to drop to the floor. His mouth worked as his tongue slipped between her lips, she tensed for a second then relaxed in his arms, her own mouth opening and seeking out his tongue, hungry for the passion that they had both missed in his time in prison.

  Her moan spurred him on, he swiftly removed his shirt, undoing the buttons carefully and peeling the shirt away from his body. He looked up furtively to the closed door of the supplies closet and took the two steps to the door and locked it before he returned to Rhonda who had sat up, her legs dangling over the table.

  He took her in his arms again and claimed her mouth, his tongue fighting hers, writhing, dancing and playing in her mouth. Her hands went over his inked chest and shoulders, her body reacting again to his touch as he caressed her body through her suddenly cumbersome clothes. She pushed him away to quickly remove her jacket, blouse and bra. Derek panted while he watched her undress before him.

 

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