by Lacey Kane
Once she was completely clean and dry, he took another towel and dried himself. Chelsea thought about trying to make a run for it while he was otherwise occupied, about getting out of there while the getting was good, but where the hell would she go? She was naked. Her car was broken down, and God only knew where he’d had it towed…or even if he’d had it towed.
Besides, if she left, when would she have sex like that again in her life?
So she stayed.
When he finished drying himself off, he lifted her chin and kissed her again, like he’d done when she arrived that morning. The kiss was sexy as hell…but somehow also tender. Sweet.
So weird. She was more confused by the moment about what was going on. About what he wanted from her.
They’d already used all of the sex toys that they’d been assigned for the week, and it was only Tuesday. Chelsea couldn’t even begin to imagine what else he expected her to do, but she knew it was far from over.
So she kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his and slipping her arms around his neck for support.
When he pulled back, Jayson took her hand and led her through his house. He didn’t stop until they were back in that first room, the one with the butt sex porn showing on the big screen, where he’d spanked her over his knee in his lazy boy.
Jayson took a seat in his Lazy Boy and then tugged Chelsea onto his lap. She squirmed, trying to reposition herself, so he smacked the inside of her thigh.
That was all it took. She yelped and stilled instantly, allowing him to draw her back against his chest and spread her thighs over the arms of the chair so she was straddling him.
But then he just put an arm around her waist, anchoring her in place while he flipped the TV on. He tuned it to Anal Adventures again. Before she could get too comfortable, he pushed her forward so he’d have clear access to her ass, then grabbed the lube and the smallest butt plug from his toy table.
When he spread some lube on her anus, she whimpered. “Oh, God. Really?”
“Can’t have you closing back up if I’m gonna fuck you there again later, can I?”
Wisely, she didn’t try to respond. He pressed the plug in until the base hit her cheeks, then turned the vibrator on and sat her up again, planting one hand on her cunt and the other on her breast, rubbing her to a slow frenzy.
“My mechanic called while you were sleeping,” he said.
Chelsea tried to turn to look at him, but he forced her head forward. He didn’t want her to miss a second of the action in front of them. The porn star onscreen was bent over a desk, taking a huge cock up her ass.
“He’s not going to get to your car until at least tomorrow,” he continued. Then, almost lazily, he started moving his hands around over Chelsea’s tight, little body. “So I figure you can spend the night here and we’ll go into the office together tomorrow.”
That, in combination with the magic his hands were working on her body, elicited a drawn-out groan, but she didn’t struggle or fight against him.
Jayson chuckled. She was like putty in his hands, taking anything and everything he gave to her like a champ.
For the next several hours, they stayed like that. Occasionally, he’d turn her head back toward him and kiss her, long and languorous and deep. He alternated between using his hands and mouth on her pussy and tits, and then using various toys on her, over and over and over again as she squirmed and writhed and moaned. He never took her over the edge, though…just to the brink, as she watched the porn stars having orgasm after orgasm—all from being fucked in the ass.
He ordered Chinese and let the driver play with Chelsea’s body for a tip before they ate. She was getting better about not fighting him on things like that. This time, he just gently held onto her wrists while the driver pinched and tweaked and stroked—he held her down enough that she’d know he wouldn’t let her do anything to stop it, but that was all. Maybe she was starting to realize that whatever he asked her to do, she eventually got to come.
Once Jayson was sure she wouldn’t do anything stupid with the driver, he left them alone for a few minutes so he could go upstairs and prepare for tonight. When he came back down, the driver said his thanks, licked his sopping wet fingers, and then left.
They ate their meal with Captain Commando’s Booty Boat Party playing in the background. For dessert, Jayson put Chelsea on his Lazy Boy, spread her legs wide, and lapped at her pussy until she was on the verge of another orgasm. But then he stopped himself, no matter how good she tasted and how sweet her sounds were and how swollen and wet she was. She wasn’t going to have another one until he was slamming into her ass.
She was still disoriented when he pulled back and fastened a collar around her neck. Then he dragged her to her feet and led her back upstairs to his bedroom. He didn’t waste any time in letting her take in her surroundings. He put her on the bed on her knees, bent her over the pile of pillows so they propped her hips up to the perfect height, and then drew her shoulders down to the mattress. In seconds, he had her wrists attached to the leather cuffs at the headboard, and then he hooked her collar to the same thing so that she had to keep her head all the way down.
Then Jayson bent to his knees beside the bed, so his head was level with hers. “Do you want me to fuck you again?”
“Yes,” she said, so softly he almost couldn’t hear her. Her breathing was ragged, strained.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
Her eyes widened. “In my pussy.” It was like a whispered prayer.
Jayson just shook his head, never breaking eye contact. “Try again.” When she didn’t immediately respond, he leaned in and nipped her tit between his teeth, suckling and tugging at it.
Chelsea squirmed, but she couldn’t get away from him. “Oh, God. My ass. Fuck me in the ass.”
Still, he kept suckling her and biting her, loving the way she simultaneously tried to get free and tried to move closer to him. Her hips bowed back, her back arched. She was desperate.
He finally let go of her nipple and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Moving up behind her, he settled himself between her knees. When he drew the plug from her ass, she rocked her hips back like she wanted it.
“Tell me again.”
“Fuck my ass,” she begged, trying to move herself back closer to him, but unable to move anywhere because of her restraints. “Fuck me hard in the ass. Please.”
Each word was like music to his ears. Jayson tossed the plug aside and ripped open the condom, then rolled it into place. Then he pressed inside her. Even though she was tight as hell, she took him easily, her anal walls squeezing him like heaven.
She made a sexy little whimpering sound when he was balls deep inside her. When he retreated, she clenched against him, trying to keep him inside. Then he’d thrust into her again and she’d force her hips back, and his sac would slap against her cunt.
As much as he wanted to touch her, to grab hold of those glorious tits or finger-fuck her, or anything else of the sort, Jayson forced himself to hold back. He just took hold of her hips and drove into her, over and over again.
If she was going to have another damn orgasm, it was going to be with his cock buried deep in her ass, and no other stimulation.
Chelsea just couldn’t help herself, though. It didn’t take long with him reaming her ass before those shapely little legs started twitching beside him, and then she exploded, her scream loud enough to wake the dead. When she came, the walls of her anus contracted, like they were trying to milk his cock. It didn’t take much of that before he shot his load deep inside her.
When he finished, he left her just as she was, chained to his bed, ass high in the air, ready for a good fuck whenever he wanted to. Jayson rolled to the other side of the bed and slept.
Every now and then, he’d wake up. If he was hard, he’d slap on a condom and fuck her again. If he wasn’t, he’d just kiss her until he fell back asleep. By the time the sun came up, he’d gone through another
three condoms and she didn’t look like she’d had a lick of sleep.
By the time they got into Jayson’s car to head into the Toyz ‘R Us corporate office, they’d showered (and had slow, easy sex in the shower, at least compared to how their sex had been up to that point), had breakfast (he’d cuffed her wrists and ankles to a chair, shoved a dual-headed dildo inside her pussy and butt, and then painstakingly slowly eaten his breakfast before feeding her a bite at time), and gotten dressed (him in a pinstripe suit, her in a butt plug, vibrator, harness, shelf bra, garter belt and thigh-highs, three-inch heels, and a trench coat).
He clapped a hand over her ass, smacking lightly against the butt plug—just enough that it jostled inside her body and brushed against the vibe—and led her out into the garage. He opened the passenger door to his Jaguar XKR and guided her to sit. Reaching across her, touching her at every opportunity, he pulled the seatbelt into place and fastened it.
When he sat down in the driver’s seat, he put his right hand on her knee and separated her legs. “I want you to be open the whole way there.”
She just nodded. No way could she trust her voice. If he demanded she say something, there was no telling what might come out of her mouth.
It was unreal, the changes that had come over her in the last two days. She’d thought she was a fairly independent woman. Now she knew she was just a slut, willing to do just about anything to get off. She’d fucked strangers. She’d let three men fuck her at once. She’d been tied up and spanked, and gotten off on all of that.
She even liked being butt fucked!
She liked it so much she’d begged for it, on more than just one occasion. With the plug humming in her ass right at the moment, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was begging him to fuck her ass again before too long.
He got on the Tollway and headed for the office, all the while drawing a single finger lightly over the way too sensitive flesh of her upper thighs, her mound, her sex lips.
Chelsea could hardly catch a breath from the heat that encompassed her.
Jayson pushed a few buttons on the steering wheel, never stopping his assault on her tender skin. “We have a meeting this afternoon with Russ to talk about our product testing so far.” He slipped a finger beneath the strap holding her toys in place, guiding it up inside her alongside the vibrator.
She gasped as he altered the angle of the vibe, driving it up into her g-spot.
“Do you want me to tell him about your notice?”
“No.” The single word was more of a moan than anything. What the hell? She didn’t know how she was going to survive a week working with Jayson, let alone the ninety days she had to complete. And now she was retracting her resignation? She’d lost her ever loving mind.
He pressed down with his thumb on the nub over her clit. “Good girl. And can we give him a demonstration of the products?”
Chelsea had already been filmed for ads. For all she knew, Russ Toyer had been watching and jerking off at the sight. What would it hurt? “Yes,” she somehow gasped out.
The rest of the ride to work was a blur, because Jayson tweaked and tugged at the belt and the toys stuffed inside her until she had a screaming, blacking out orgasm in the car.
The same man noticed them in the elevator, and this time, it was just the three of them. Jayson decided to give him a little show. He took Chelsea’s trench coat off and tossed it to the floor at her feet. She groaned, but stood there and let him do as he would.
“Is that holding a dildo in?” the stranger asked. He bent down, looking right at Chelsea’s cunt from only inches away.
“Vibrator,” Jayson answered. “And a butt plug.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” As he rose, his lips landed on one of Chelsea’s available tits and he sucked hard. So hard that Jayson had to put an arm around her waist to hold her upright.
The elevator stopped, and the stranger got off, winking over his shoulder as he headed to work. The doors closed and it was moving again.
“I’m thinking about letting him fuck you in the elevator later this week,” he murmured in Chelsea’s ear.
She didn’t respond, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. They were huge and lust-filled. She wanted that. She wanted to be put on display, to be used by anyone and everyone he saw fit.
Chelsea Landry was becoming an even better assistant than he’d ever imagined. Best of all, she’d already decided to stay on instead of giving her ninety day notice. He knew he could convince her, but he’d done it quicker than he thought he would.
When the elevator stopped on their floor, Jayson picked up her trench coat but didn’t bother putting it on her. She was more than amply dressed for a day’s work at Toyz ‘R Us. He just clamped his hand down on her tight, little ass and guided her through the halls.
They had reports to fill out, so he settled her at her desk and had her start working on those. Meanwhile, he confirmed their appointment with Russ for the afternoon and made plans for lunch.
Then he went about the rest of his day, making an effort to keep her fully stimulated, but not letting her come.
That was for later.
After lunch (Cajun delivery, with another blow job for a tip), Chelsea’s nerves grew by leaps and bounds. She’d agreed to demonstrate their toys for Mr. Toyer, but she’d been in desperate need of an orgasm at the time of her agreement. Now she was starting to regret her decision. It was bad enough having Jayson use them on her all of the time, and then having him offer her body up to his friends or to strangers. But to let him use these butt sex toys on her in front of her boss? She’d rather die first.
He must have known how nervous she was about it, too, because somehow he increased his sexual torment of her all day long. She was wet and hot and horny, and would do just about anything for release—and yet he kept stopping things before she could have any relief.
Finally, he buzzed her into his office.
When she went in, he motioned her over to come stand before him. As soon as she did, he started unhooking things from her—her harness, her bra. He removed the butt plug, which halfway stung on its way out. At the same time, she ached for something to replace it.
God, she was such a slut.
She didn’t have to wait long. Jayson squeezed out a stream of lubricant and smeared it all over the snake, and then bent her over his desk. He started pushing it in, and it felt so good. So hard and hot and wrong and right, all at the same time.
Despite herself, she was moaning and thrusting her hips back to him, forcing the snake inside her faster than she’d intended.
When he had it fully inserted, he stood her up and removed her bra, leaving her in a garter, thigh-highs, and stilettos, with a vibrator in her pussy and a snake up her ass.
“I’d say you’re all set then,” he said. Way too happy. He even smiled as he slapped his hand on her ass cheek and started dragging her forward, out of his office.
Chelsea tried to slow him down, tried to drag her heels. “I don’t think I can do this.”
Jayson just picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her with him. She pinched her eyes closed, not wanting anyone to see what was happening. A minute later, he stopped and knocked on a door.
It opened, and they were inside in a heartbeat. When she heard the door close behind her and Jayson stood her on her feet, she opened her eyes.
Immediately, she wished she hadn’t.
The room was full. It wasn’t just Mr. Toyer who would be seeing the demonstration, but a whole office full of people…men in various states of dress, and women in nothing at all. Well, she imagined one of them wished she was in nothing, because that would probably be a hell of a lot more comfortable than the various clamps and things poking into her naked flesh.
One of the men stood up, a man in a cowboy hat and boots. He grabbed hold of one of her arms while Jayson gripped the other. It took them no time at all to tie her to some crazy sort of table, one where her legs were spread out into a split and her
ass was hanging off the edge and her pussy was on display for the whole room to see.
She couldn’t move her head or arms or torso or legs. Well, not her thighs, at least. Her calves and ankles were free, not that they could reach anything of use to get her out of this situation or cover her up in any way.
She’d never felt so humiliated, so displayed.
Jayson leaned over her and kissed her again, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth like he liked to do with his cock. Then he pulled away, winked, and turned to the audience.
“Are we ready?”
Chelsea tried to say no, because she didn’t think she could do this with so many people sitting there and watching her. But as soon as her lips spread, a ball gag was shoved between her teeth and buckled to the table that was holding her still.
Apparently he wasn’t asking her, she thought dryly. Not that he had since she’d met him.
And, as sick as it was to admit it even to herself, she kind of liked that. He just took what he wanted, and gave freely in return. Well, under his own terms. But still.
Then Jayson turned around and winked at her. That was all the warning she had.
He reached down to the vibe in her pussy and cranked it up to high, which would have sent her shooting off the table if not for all of the various restraints holding her in place. It jostled and jerked in her sex, striking every nerve ending she possessed somehow and sending tingles of awareness out to the tips of her fingers and the soles of her feet and the backs of her shoulders. Every inch of her body felt alive, needy, ready to explode.
Chelsea pressed her eyes closed as she whimpered into her gag, which only served to unleash a trail of saliva to track down her cheek. She couldn’t believe all of these people were going to watch her come. She tried to imagine herself anywhere else, anywhere but having this happen to her. But try as she might, she couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that a roomful of people were staring at her very open, very wet sex, with toys sticking out of her.