Bossman's List

by Ashlee Price

  When he pulled away I was left breathing hard and a little shaky on my feet. The man had some kind of hold on me that just intensified the more I was with him and the closer he was to me. When he touched me it sent me over the edge and I would have let him do anything to me. My body was a tool for his pleasure, because I knew that my own would come from that.

  Chapter 28 – Mariah

  “You look so beautiful up there, Mariah. I hope you know that.”

  I was gasping for air and I could have cared less how I looked at the moment. The cuffs held me snug in place and my eyes were open because they had to be. I wanted to close them with each touch and swipe of his whip, but I had been instructed to watch him. If I took my eyes off of him I would be punished. I knew that the punishment would involve him taking away what I needed to come. That was always how he did it. He knew that I liked punishments, so when he was upset because of my actions, it was taking something away that made me really think.

  “Are you ready to come yet, Mariah?”

  I nodded my head and begged him to finish me off. The smacks moved to my core, and although it was already feeling sore and red, I still wanted more. It was never enough, not even close.

  “Yes, please, daddy, I need to come!”

  He chuckled at me and told me that I had to have more patience. He did this as he moved closer and increased the tempo of the short slaps on my core. It was now only his hands touching me, his fingers rubbing slightly on my clit before he would pull back to strike again. I was ready to lose it, but then all of the stimulation stopped and I was left whimpering in frustration.

  “Please, daddy! I need to come.”

  He told me that I was being too vocal. “You’re going to be gagged if you can’t control yourself, Mariah.”

  Sighing to myself, I tried to close my eyes and find my center. It was hard to control myself when I was filled with such needs and desires. I couldn’t hold it together, and instead of focusing on something else, I pulled on my arms like I was trying to free myself.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  I shook my head that I didn’t. I was trying not to get gagged. The ball in my mouth was never something that I wanted. It took what tiny bit of control that I had left, and I wasn’t ready to give it up.

  “Then come for me, Mariah.”

  His fingers moved to my slit and rubbed on the swollen nub that rested above it. It was hard and fast, everything that I needed but the bit of pain to push me over the edge. I needed that to get off, and the longer he rubbed me, the more frustrated I became. Why was he not giving me what I need so badly? All I needed was a hard pinch on my nipples and I would be coming like he desired.

  “Please, daddy?”

  I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but Scott seemed to know what I needed the most. The thing was, he refused to give it to me.

  “You’re going to have to come the old-fashioned way. I don’t want you stuck in this rut all of the time, Mariah. You need to learn to be pleasured in all ways that I see fit.”

  His words may have been right, but they only aggravated me even worse. I didn’t want to learn a new way. The old way was fine. That would do it for me if he would just play along.

  “Please, daddy, I’ve been a naughty girl.”

  “No, you haven’t, but if you are your punishment will not be what you want. I’ll stop touching you altogether if I have to punish you, Mariah.”

  I whined at his answer and tried my best to focus on the pleasure from his touch. It felt good, he always did, but it just wasn’t quite enough. No matter how hard I tried, there was no possible way for him to please me this way. It was a lost cause, but I knew not to argue with him. I was afraid that he would stop touching me and just leave me down here chained up.

  I think Scott got aggravated, because before I could say anything or come, he was moving away.

  “I want to give you something a little different than you’re used to. I usually concentrate on pain because that’s what gets you off, but I want you to see that there are more ways. Not just pain.”

  It sounded good in theory, but I knew myself. It was the only way that I could get off. It had been one of the many contentions between me and Greg. The fact was that I needed the pain far more than I needed him touching me.

  He helped me down and rubbed my shoulders. I didn’t even know they were sore until he moved his hands away and helped me over to the stocks that I had admired so much before. I didn’t know how this was going to help with his plans, but I was thankful for a new position that wouldn’t pull on my arms. I was content to get inside of it, and I only shivered a little when he closed it and locked my captured hands.

  I closed my eyes because I hadn’t been told that I couldn’t. Scott’s hands rubbed on my thighs and pulled my panties down my legs. It was all that he’d left on me, and I could tell I was dripping wet by the way his fingers slid against me.

  As his fingers got bolder, pressing against my innocence, I had to wonder if he was going to take me right then and there, like this. It wasn’t the worst idea, but I wanted more of his hard hands on me, not this. I wiggled my ass, silently begging him to slap me a few more times. The heat was cooling, and I was about to lose my mind. I just needed a little more.

  “Please, daddy. I need to come so bad.”

  He reminded me that I was supposed to be silent, and I bit the bottom lip to silence my whimpers. I was starting to realize that he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted, and it ate me up inside. I wanted pain more than anything else in the world at the moment.

  The rubbing increased, and like before, it would take me to the edge, teeter me there, but never push me over like I needed. I was exhausted from being so close to toppling over for so long. He had to know that he was driving me crazy. I couldn’t see his face behind me, though. I didn’t know what his next touch was going to be. All I could do was feel.

  When I felt something wet and hot on my clit, I knew that it was his mouth. He licked me slowly and I heard the groans coming from his throat. I loved the way he sounded and I closed my eyes again. Now I could feel everything so much more. So close…

  Scott must have known: even though my begging was incoherent, the pushing back against his mouth was easy enough to read. I wanted him to bite me, do something to give me what I needed. His lips locked around my slit and started to suck hard. It was the last straw, and I came so hard I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. It was just too perfect, and I was left gasping as his hungry mouth continued to ravage me. Soon my begging was for him to stop. I couldn’t take it anymore. Only then did he oblige me with a soft slap on my ass.

  “You taste good, Mariah, so sweet. Is that the first time you’ve come without pain?”

  My mind was blurry, but even so I was sure that it was. It had started as a sort of accident, but had quickly become what I needed. All of the endorphins that flooded my brain had become an addiction. Now I knew that there was something more. I had actually thought that it wasn’t possible. It hadn’t been before.

  “Use your words, Mariah.”

  The head shake wasn’t enough. “Yes, daddy. That was the first time.”

  He appeared in front of me, but I couldn’t turn my head upwards enough to really see his face. I was about the same height as his crotch, and I hoped that meant he was giving me a way to show him how good he’d made me feel. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue a little bit. I wanted to taste him for just a moment, maybe pleasure him in the same way that he’d pleasured me.

  “Just for a minute, Mariah. I still have plans for you. This is not the way I want to come the first time.”

  His words were another reminder that there was more to come. In the moments of bliss, I had forgotten that I’d agreed to more. It was the ‘more’ that I’d never felt before, and I still wasn’t sure if I was ready or not.

  My mouth was stuffed with his hard meat, and he pressed in until I felt my gag reflex kick in and Scott pulled back out to let me catch my br
eath. He repeated it several times, holding the sides of my face so that I had to take him all. It was exactly what I wanted, and before long I could feel the need growing in me again. I loved to please him and hear his groans of lust.

  He jerked out of me when I started to feel the salty taste of his need. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was close. I mewled with the absence of him. I was ready to taste him. The salty discharge was like a drug to me.

  “Not yet, Mariah. We’ve got all night.”

  I was able to stand after he unlocked the stocks. I stood up to a bit of an ache in my lower back, and I used the wooden stocks to hold myself up. It wasn’t but a moment before he was lifting me into his arms and carrying me out of the dark room.

  “Did you like it in there?”

  I nodded my head that I had. I was still a little leery of some of the other contraptions and the idea that I would one day see just how functional they were, but I was starting to feel better about it. Scott could take even the scariest place and make it all okay. It was a gift that he had.

  “Where are we going, daddy? Are you done with me?”

  “I’m never going to be done with you, Mariah, never.”

  He held me closer. I loved the safety that I felt in his arms. I didn’t know if he was just saying that, or what he wanted to do with me forever, but oh, I liked the sound of that. I wanted it to be like this moment for the rest of time. I knew it wasn’t going to be possible, but the idea of it was all that I needed to feel. It made it easier to pretend, if nothing else.

  “I hope not, daddy. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

  Chapter 29 – Elie

  The longer I waited for Sasha to call me back, or to hear from Mariah, the more upset I got. I had a feeling that those two women were up to something. After a big payout like the one from the auction, I had a feeling that they were going to try and get out of the business. Sasha had habits that were going to be hard to cover for very long without me, but Mariah was different. She didn’t have anything holding her to me. Not yet.

  I called Bruno into the office and asked him to go find Mariah. I had a feeling that she was still at Scott’s house, and that wasn’t going to do. He had paid for a night, and no matter what happened in that night, she was supposed to come back to me.

  After Bruno went out to look for Mariah I called Lex in to bring me Sasha. I’d told her not to come without her friend, but now I wanted to see her. I would be able to get a reaction and some feel for what was going on if I was around her. Right now I was just guessing, and by the way she’d talked on the phone, it felt like I was losing her too. I needed to pull her back into my web before it was too late. She needed a reminder of what I could do for her – or to her.

  I sat back and watched some of the action that was going on in the rooms, but with so many of the girls missing in action there wasn’t a lot to see. I was going to have to address this issue. It was like the girls thought they were running things. I was going to have to make sure that everyone knew where they stood. I was starting with Mariah and Sasha because they were the ones making me the most money. Those were the two that I couldn’t afford to lose.

  I felt unsettled, and when I got a call from Travis a little while later, the feeling only increased. I knew that he was going to be pissed that he’d lost the chance with Mariah, but even my own interventions hadn’t been enough. I’d thought that Scott wasn’t going to show up because of a comment I overheard Sasha making, but I should have known that he wasn’t going to turn down such a chance. Not many people could have. It had been hard enough for me to not bid myself.

  “It’s all water under the bridge now, Travis. It’s done. The auction is over and there’s nothing more to do about it now.”

  “You need to give me a chance with her. Not a couple of hours or a night, Elie. Let me take her on my business trip to Dubai. That will be about a week, and I’m sure that I’ll get her to see things my way by the end of it.”

  He was trying to make himself sound good, but I didn’t think that he realized that he too was talking about taking Mariah from the club.

  “I don’t know if she would be willing to do that, Travis. Have you talked to her about it?”

  “Why should I have to? She works for you, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, she does, but they have a choice.”

  “Maybe that’s the problem, Elie. You’re too soft on these girls. You give them too many options. Tell her to come with me. I’ve been a good client, and you’ve done this before.”

  “I have, and look what happened with Lisa. You never brought her back. Do you know how long it took me to get the cops to stop sniffing around here? I told you before that there would be no more meet-ups with my girls outside of the club.” Where I could keep an eye on them. Even here there had been times he’d gone too far and I’d had to have one of the security crew intervene. He was a good customer, but I also knew that he had issues.

  “Come on, Elie. I’ll make it worth your while.”

  I wasn’t ready to agree or disagree. I wanted to talk to her first and see what was going on. I couldn’t tell Travis that she was missing, but I did mention that she was off for the night. “I’ll talk to her and get back to you. I’m not going to promise anything, though.”

  “I’ll have her one way or another. You might want it to be the way that makes you some money in the process, but that’s just my opinion.”

  His veiled threat didn’t sit well with me. I knew the man was capable of some pretty bad stuff. I didn’t like dealing with him, but in this line of work, that kind of came with the job. There were many dark and twisted men who visited the club, but Travis was one that I wished I’d turned away after he got too rough the first time. His offer would make me a bit of money, but there was a real danger that I would never see Mariah again. The fact that I might lose her anyway crossed my mind too, though. She was pushing her luck, and maybe there was a scenario in which I gave Travis the go-ahead. He wasn’t worried about my permission, but he was worried about not being able to come back. He needed the Fetish Club as an outlet for his proclivities and as a never-ending source of fresh girls.

  When I got off of the phone with him, Lex was back with Sasha. I have to say that she didn’t exactly look to happy to see me. He hadn’t even given her the chance to get dressed, it looked like.

  “What’s the meaning of this, Elie? You send your men to grab me out of bed like I’m being kidnapped or something.”

  Her voice was louder than it should have been, and I didn’t like the flash of anger in her face. It was obvious that Sasha hadn’t been prepared to come see me tonight. That irked me, and I told Lex that I would take it from here. I knew exactly how to handle Sasha.

  “You’ll do well to remember who you’re talking to, Sasha.”

  She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again like she’d thought better of it. I almost wanted her to start something. Then it would give me all the reason I needed to punish her. I knew just what kind of punishment I wanted to give her, too. Travis had given me ideas. None of the girls liked to spend time with him, but I knew that Sasha hated him more than any of the others. The two of them had a history together.

  “I’m sorry, Elie. I just wasn’t expecting your goon to come and get me. You know that I would have come if you asked me to. I always have before.”

  “Things are different now, though, aren’t they, Sasha?”

  She looked uncomfortable, and I knew then that the feeling that I’d had was right. She was worried about other things, not the club anymore. She was going to leave me. I was sure of it now.

  “No, Elie, they’re not. I just had a long night last night and I wanted to take a bit of time off. I never ask for extra time, and I didn’t think that it would be that big of a deal.”

  “Well, it is, Sasha. I count on you, and if you don’t show up, it just sets a precedent for the rest of the girls. They’ll think that you’re getting special treatment because you’re
mine. I can’t have that, Sasha. You need to work tonight. Travis is coming in for a little while, and I need you to take care of him. He scares the other girls.”

  Sasha had a look of apprehension in her eyes, and since I knew exactly what was in store for her, I liked the look on her face. This would teach her to play games with me.

  “What about the money from the auction?”

  “I’ll have it for you before you leave, minus my fee. I decided that my fee was going to have to be a little higher for this. You understand, don’t you?”

  Her teeth ground together and I knew that she wanted to say something. Most likely her tongue was hurting from how hard she was having to bite on it as she sat there. I didn’t blame her. I had always seen a little of myself in her. I just didn’t like to see that fire towards me.

  “Of course, Elie. I know that you’re always fair with the fees. I’ve done well working for you.”

  The change in her demeanor was just more of a clue that she was going to be gone soon. A less perceptive man might have seen her accommodating reply as a good sign, but I just didn’t. I knew that it meant she was holding it all in and it wasn’t even worth it for her to fight about it. Did that mean that she planned to leave me? I really just wanted to know what was going on with her. After Travis got a hold of her, maybe she would be reminded of how much worse it all could be. I was a saint compared to that man, even if I was the one sending him her way.

  We didn’t say much more to each other. We didn’t have to. Sasha had to get ready for Travis, and I was still trying to find out if there was any word about Mariah. I called Bruno to check, and he said that he was still looking for her. I should have sent him to Scott’s, but I figured that after last night those two wouldn’t see each other again. I had a feeling that I was going to take Travis up on his offer. Maybe Mariah needed to see how much she needed the protection of a guy like me. She had to see that I wasn’t the worst one out there.