Sucker for the Boss

by Blue Sky Books

  Zelda jumped up from the bed when the door opened. Vladimir walked in with his hands raised, as though to calm her. But there was nothing calming about his face. It was stone-cold. It should have frightened her – would have frightened most women, Zelda guessed – but it didn’t. It excited her, to see this man, this huge, muscular, dangerous man, taking control. He wave at the bed.

  “Sit, please,” he said.

  “I can’t just sit here!” she exclaimed, waving her arms. I really do look like a madwoman today, a wry part of her mind thought. I really ought to stop waving my arms like this. But it seemed like the only way to get rid of all this excess energy.“What are you doing?”

  “You will be having your sister back soon,” Vladimir said. She wondered what it would take to make him lose his calm voice. She imagined a volcano erupting next to him and heard him comment on it calmly. He walked across the room and laid his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them lightly, pinning her to the ground. “You should not worry yourself. She will be safe soon.”

  “But Clive? He isn’t capable of this. I tell you he isn’t.”

  “You would be surprised by what men are capable of when they are becoming desperate,” Vladimir commented. “Desperate men have done many bad things. I think all the worst things in this world we are living in were done by desperate men.”

  These words brought her little comfort, but she was learning today that Vladimir Steel Bragin didn’t care about her comforts. He only cared about what he could get from her. He wanted to take her body: wanted to use her. Why doesn’t that disgust you?she asked herself. Why doesn’t that make you sick? Why doesn’t that repulse you? You should run from this man. You should run from him and go to the police! But as she looked at him, she felt the lust from earlier in the day return. It had been a day, a few hours, but the changes in Zelda made it seem a lifetime. Before today she never would have imagined that she could be attracted to a man like this. Now, when she looked at him, she remembered her agreement.

  His pale blue eyes went wide and he looked her up and down. “I bet you have a tight little ass,” he said, calm, composed, like a primordial predator sizing up its prey. “I am going to fuck it now.”

  He pushed her easily onto the bed. Zelda made a show of fight – she patted his chest – but it was only a token effort, and they both knew it. She understood that it was wrong to want this now, under these circumstances, but she also understood that she did want it. She had never been fucked in the ass. She had never wanted to. But she wanted it from Vladimir.

  He moved his hand up her leg, under her skirt, for the second time that day. Zelda’s pussy still ached, but she found there was a reserve of pleasure ready to bloom when he touched her clit. He pressed down on it and rubbed it for a few moments. She closed her eyes, bit down, leaned forward and clamped her hands on his shoulders. “You will come for me again,” he said.

  She was amazed by his ability to tell her to come—and she did. She came harder than she had earlier. Perhaps it was the tension, or the fact that she could escape into it for twenty blissful seconds. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder through the fabric of his suit, but he didn’t even flinch. When the orgasm had passed, he scooped his arm under her and flipped her over as though she was weightless.

  Lying on her front, she couldn’t see him. But she could feel his hands moving up the back of her leg. He grabbed her ass cheek hard, and let out a soft grumble that was full of animal lust. “Are you going to use lube?” she said, her voice meek-sounding to her own ears.

  He didn’t answer her. This was the dirtiest situation Zelda had ever been in. She was about to be fucked in the ass, without lube, by a Russian criminal. She would have thought about how strange it was, about the madness of the situation, but her attention was diverted when he pulled her underwear down and slid two fingers into her asshole.

  She gasped as her asshole opened for him. “Fuck,” she breathed, her words muffled by the bed sheets. “Fuck, fuck.”

  “Tell me you want my cock in your asshole,” he said.

  Zelda lifted her lips from the sheets. “I want it,” she moaned, his fingers moving in and out of her asshole. “I want it, Steel. I want it now.”

  She was surprised by her own insistence, but only for a moment. Lying on her front with his fingers in her asshole, she couldn’t pretend any longer. She did want it, despite the circumstances. She heard him unbuckle his belt, and then felt him lean over her. His hands came down beside her head, one each side, and then one hand disappeared as he moved it down to his cock. “You are a sexy fucking whore, aren’t you?” he said.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Tell me.”

  “I am a sexy fucking whore.”

  “You are a bouncy little slut, aren’t you?”

  “I am a bouncy little slut.”

  He spit on his hand, and then stroked his cock; she heard him doing it. And then she felt the tip of his cock at her asshole. It seemed huge. She didn’t believe it could fit. But then he thrust it into her. There was a pain, horrible pain, but that was part of the pleasure. She never knew that about herself, but she knew it now.

  Zelda Okafor fucking loved being dominated.

  *****

  When it was over, she expected to feel guilty. She should have felt guilty. Her little sister was missing and she was being fucked in the ass by Steel. He rolled to the side when he came in her asshole. She felt it leaking it out of her, squeezing between her cheeks. Maybe that should have disgusted her, but it didn’t. He slumped on the sheets beside her, his muscular body covered with sweat. His clothes lay in a pile on the floor next to the bed. Zelda rolled onto her back.

  Her pussy was aching like crazy. The angle had made it difficult for her to touch herself when they were fucking. “Vladimir,” she whispered.Focus! Focus! But she couldn’t, not yet. He looked up with a raised eyebrow. “I want your tongue.”

  He nodded in a businesslike way and slid from the bed. He knelt beside the bed and then gripped her thighs so hard that she squealed out in pain. He pulled her close to him across the bed. Her pussy was fire-hot, and his breath only made it hotter. He yanked her until his lips were on her pussy, and then began licking. Her moans filled the room, and the orgasm made her squeeze her legs around his head. She was shocked by how fast it came.

  He stood up when it was done and looked down at her. There was a faint smile on his lips. “I will use you again many times in the future,” he said. “And you will love it, as you were loving it just now, eh? Be a good girl and bed over for me. I want to see the come seeping from your asshole.”

  Zelda moved at his command. She liked being commanded by him. He was the kind of man who could really give commands. She moved to her hands and knees and arched her back, showing his her asshole. He rested his hand casually on her ass cheek and looked down at her. “Nice whore,” he commented mildly.

  What world have I entered? What crazy world am I living in? Zelda the office worker, Zelda the little sister, and now Zelda the Submissive! He slid his finger into her ass, and then out again.

  Zelda thought he was going to do more – wanted him to do more – but then a knock sounded from the other end of the room. Zelda moved away as Vladimir removed his hand. She sat up on the bed and found her underwear and slid them on, her whole body aching like she’d just gone to the gym for ten hours straight. But it was a good ache.

  Vladimir walked to the door. The driver/doorman walked in. “We-have-found-the-girl,” he said.

  Zelda jumped to her feet. “Is she safe?” she exclaimed. “Where is she?”

  “The-girl-is-in-the-game-room.”

  Vladimir turned to her. “Go, Zelda,” he said. “We will be talking soon, yes?”

  She walked past Vladimir and followed the driver through the mansion, down winding hallways, past suits of armor and expensive paintings whose frames glinted in the sunlight that poured in through high-set windows, to the a room in which Zelda could hear a little girl laughing.
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br />   She walked through the door and there she was. “Odessa!” Zelda laughed, feeling lightheaded with the thrill of seeing her alive and well. “Come here!”

  Odessa was playing with two teddy bears, and turned with a smile on her face. She jumped up and ran to her older sister, wrapping her arms around her. “Sissy,” she cooed, after a moment. “Why are you crying?”

  Zelda laughed and wiped away her tears. “It’s been a strange day.”

  *****

  Every Saturday, when Odessa was at her friend’s house (where she stayed now until Zelda was back), Zelda waited for the car which would take he to the mansion.

  Sometimes they would fuck all day. Sometimes they would fuck in the morning and then sleep. And sometimes they would talk. These times were rare, at first, but became more and more frequent. Vladimir told her that they had broken Clive’s fingers but then had left him at the police station, tied up, because they knew Zelda wouldn’t like it if they did anything else. In truth, she wouldn’t care, but Clive was up for kidnapping charges now. He told her about his childhood in Russia, about his love of cats – cats! – and how he sometimes liked to paint.

  He was still a tough, brutal man, but he became her tough, brutal man.

  Stay Away from Best Friend's Father

  Eden’s phone buzzed and she rummaged around on her bed to look for it. As always, she hadn’t had time that week to clean up and tidy her room. When she found the phone she answered the call with an exasperated “Hello”.

  “What are you doing?” Becca, her best friend, sounded excited.

  “I just got done serving my brother and sister an early dinner” Eden sat down on the edge of her bed.

  “Is your mom not home again?” Becca’s voice dropped. She was being polite and stopping herself from not being that excited, to show support for her best friend. Eden sighed.

  “Yeah, she has a double shift tonight and won’t be back till two in the morning”

  “That sucks. But I might have some news that’ll cheer you up” Eden could picture Becca’s light blue eyes twinkling as she said the words.

  “What?”

  “My mom’s taking me to New York with her tonight. She’s going on a business trip and she’s finally taking me along” Becca squealed and Eden couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s excitement.

  “That is great news Becca. You’ve always wanted to go. I’m happy for you”, she ran her fingers through her thick black curls and continued smiling.

  “But not just for me, it means you’ll get to make some extra cash” Becca was bursting with excitement while Eden’s brows furrowed.

  “How is that going to happen?”

  “Well, with both my mom and I gone for two nights, it means that we’ll need to hire a babysitter for Lily. My dad is working late both nights”. Eden stood up and started pacing the floor.

  “So you think your parents would want me to babysit?”, she couldn’t keep the enthusiasm out of her voice. Her household could really do with some extra cash for the month.

  “Of course! They’ve already asked me to let you know. Also, you’ll be making double the amount you usually make when you babysit. They want to help you guys out a little, anyway they can”. Eden laughed and thanked Becca before hanging up the phone and confirming that she would be at their house after college in the afternoon.

  As she flung her phone back on to her messy bed, the one thing she could be sure of was that she and her family owed a lot to Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Becca’s parents. Ever since her father disappeared from their lives, simply left for a business trip and never returned, the Andersons had done all they could to help out Eden and her family. Her father still sent them cheques, from time to time, every couple of months. But the money he sent was never enough to cover the expenses of running a household with two teenage kids and Eden, who had recently taken out a huge loan for her college fees. Her father was gone for nearly three years now, since the months when Eden’s college began. Despite the fact that enough time had passed, her mother was still not strong on her feet. She had never had to work a day in her life before and it brought tears to Eden’s eyes to think about how miserable her mother must feel all the time to begin now, as a waitress and a cleaning lady.

  If it hadn’t been for the Andersons, especially the thoughtfulness of Mr. Anderson, Eden was certain that she would have had to drop out of college. He found part-time work for her mother, bought her younger brother and sister clothes and school essentials every month and made sure that he always looked out for Eden herself. Mrs. Anderson, as Eden thought about her, was polite as well, but always seemed to be following her husband’s instructions rather than doing it out of the goodness of her own heart.

  Eden shook her head violently as she walked over to the mirror in her room. She didn’t want to think too much about the bigger picture, but instead wanted to concentrate on the day-to-day affairs of living her life. She studied herself for a few moments in the mirror. Her dark thick curls were manageable for a change this evening as she shook them into position so that they formed a soft halo around her head. Her shining smooth dark skin was glowing, and she ran her fingers over her arms to feel its texture. She didn’t have to turn and look at herself sideways to know that she had recently developed more curves. The way her sweatpants clung to her rounded thighs and the manner in which the thin material of her t-shirt stretched across her chest were a clear indication. She had barely noticed when these changes had taken place. She knew she was a late bloomer, but somewhere along the way in the last few years, she had completely lost track when her body had changed so drastically.

  As her fingers traveled to the top of her arms and then the smooth flesh of her neck, Eden closed her eyes and for a second the image of Mr. Anderson floated in front of her eyes. For a few moments, she felt as though it was his hand caressing her neck and not her own. She burst her eyes open and realized that her mouth was hung open.

  She blushed deeply and turned away from the mirror. She didn’t want to think about Mr. Anderson that way, she had promised herself she wouldn’t any longer. The fact that he was handsome, strong and kind were undeniable. But he was also her best friend’s father, married and twice her age. She shook her head again, to try and get the thoughts out of her brain. She didn’t want to dream about Mr. Anderson that way, especially the night before she was going to spend two days alone in his house with him, babysitting his six year old daughter.

  Eden bit down hard on her lip and walked away from the mirror instead. She didn’t want to look at herself anymore.

  *****

  The next day, Eden was at the Anderson house right after her classes were over. She had to pick up Lily from her next door play-date. Lily was an easy kid to deal with and Eden had always liked babysitting her, even when she did it with Becca when Lily was much younger.

  “I’ve finished my homework!” Lily squealed happily and held up her book where she had written out the three new words she had learned in school that day.

  “You’re a genius” Eden said and gave her a peck on her head.

  “I’m going to get dinner ready for you and then it’s time for your bath”. She left Lily playing with the dolls in her room and walked into the Andersons’ kitchen, which was at least four times the size of theirs.

  Mrs. Anderson had left her a note on what dinner she needed to make for Lily on both nights and she started boiling the potatoes for the mash first. As Eden roamed around the kitchen, picking up utensils and wiping the dampness off the plates, her eyes suddenly fell on a cardigan that was wrapped around the back of a chair.

  Navy in color and bulky, she had no doubts who the piece of clothing belonged to. She walked over to it and ran her fingers over the soft fabric. She could smell him on the cardigan. Eden looked around instinctively and with Lily safely playing in her own room, she picked it up and held it up to her nose. She could smell Marco, Mr. Anderson, on the cardigan. It smelt of fading cologne, traces of whiskey and that scent which
she could only identify as his. She wrapped the cardigan around herself and took in another deep breath.

  She imagined his hands on her skin, instead of the fabric. She felt like she was enveloped by him and his touch. The sensation was heady and almost knocked her off her feet. It was a delicious feeling of being held by a man she could trust, who she believed was the most attractive man she had ever met. With her eyes shut, Eden stood, wrapped in Mr. Anderson’s cardigan for a few moments longer. Till… she heard someone clear their throat.

  Eden whipped around in shock and found him standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Looking at her, with a mild confusion in his deep green eyes, but also a hint of amusement. Eden could feel her cheeks burning and she let the cardigan fall off her shoulders on to the floor. Mr. Anderson’s eyes followed it to the ground and then looked up at her again.

  “I…I thought you were going to be working late” Eden struggled with the words. He was in his formal office clothes. A neatly tailored dark suit and chocolate brown polished shoes. His hands were dug deep into the pockets of his pants. She noticed how the fabric stretched over his broad shoulders and the muscles of his arms. He looked too good to be in his late forties, she thought again.

  “I wanted to drop in and check on Lily and you. Make sure you guys are getting on okay” he took a step towards her, into the kitchen. His voice was calm and the look of confusion had vanished from his eyes by now.

  Eden didn’t know how to react to that, whether she should smile or hang her head in shame. There was no denying that he had caught her sniffing his cardigan, he had seen her wrap it around herself.

  “We’re fine. Thank you Mr. Anderson” she muttered and looked away from him, shyly. She had never felt this uncomfortable in front of him before. He had always been a jovial and light-hearted father-figure to her, but the dynamics had changed now. He had caught her in a very vulnerable moment and she was ashamed to think what he now thought of her.