Owned: The Secretary (Bare Body Lust Book 1)

by Nadia Nightside

  She always thought it would be more metaphorical—a man with money or property or fame—but a man with straight-up comic-book powers was fine by her.

  Robert’s natural disposition seemed to make him something of a hero, maybe an anti-hero. That was no fun at all. Villains were the sexy ones...and they had all the sexy costumes too. Maria knew indubitably that she was born bad, and she’d had to hide her nature her whole life. But with Robert...

  ...with Robert, she could let it all come out.

  “Maria, please, I don’t understand.” Fernando looked terrified, as if she were holding a gun to his head. “I’ve...I’ve done everything for you. I paid for this place...I’m in debt because of this place. I bought your car. I...I even...I mean, Jesus, Maria, I just—”

  “Hush.”

  Right away, he did as told. Maria felt a spike of pleasure, her lips wet, her breath hot.

  Control. Power. All she wanted in the world.

  She was going to destroy Fernando completely. She wanted to watch him cry. His eyes were wet already—what a loser.

  Later, she’d report to Robert...and then she would stroke and suck him until he was as turned on by it as she was.

  There was nothing in her power she wouldn’t do to make this marvel of a man as bad as she was. Power like his was made for exulting, for triumphing, for reveling, for rubbing it in the faces of every last person who dared to defy him.

  And if she asked, really sweetly, smiling just so and stroking his cock so, so right, Maria was almost certain that he would make her into a slave just like Natalie.

  Well, just like Natalie, except better. She deserved to be better.

  And so, smiling, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a little more of her irresistible flesh—just to really twist the knife in—she began to say the words that ruined Fernando’s life forever.

  * * * * *

  Business as usual.

  That was the hope. When Robert woke and his bed was empty, no sign of Natalie or Maria or anything insane like that, he let out a sigh of relief.

  Business as usual—he could go back to his regular life. What he had suffered was some kind of intense daydream/nightmare combination, tapping into every fear and desire that he’d ever had in his life.

  He still had the same, boring, small studio apartment, barely more than a closet with a bathroom. He’d go back to work today. The women would ignore him. Hopefully, no one would find out about his stay at the mental hospital. When he came home, he’d make dinner, watch some TV, jerk off thinking about Maria and drift to sleep, and start the process again the next day.

  Then Natalie stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing his shirt, a delicious sprite with her ass just barely visible. All the smooth expanses of her skin tanned and sleek, her hair a deep chocolate color that stretched halfway down her back in an amazing blanket of thick locks, designed entirely for his pleasure.

  He knew that because that was what he had done to her last night, with Maria urging him on.

  “Master!” she chirped brightly. “Would you like me to suck you off before we get to work?”

  She really did look like Maria’s sister now. All she needed was bigger breasts and a few alterations to her face...

  Robert shook his head, gathering up the blankets around him and standing up.

  “No.” He shook his head again. “No, no. Nothing like that. What I want now is...”

  More of the same intense fuck-session we had last night.

  The memories were clear now. Clear and unerringly inviting. All night long, he’d rode her perfect young body, hardening again and again as she moaned and called him her Master, her God, her Everything. In her eyes now was a sparkle of doubt as he backed away.

  “Have I displeased you, Sire? Have I angered you somehow?” She bent over on the bed, raising her perfect, eighteen year-old ass high in the air. “Shall I require punishment?”

  Robert’s cock stirred at the sight of those twin ass cheeks, so perfectly formed. Some weeks ago, Natalie had been a promising student in the business college at Northern. Now, he didn’t even know if she could still do math.

  He hoped so. He hadn’t wanted to make her stupid from wiping her mind. Just obedient.

  And even that...so much of that had been Maria’s idea. But it had felt so...so right...and the things she said, fuck! It was like she had been reading some unwritten diary of his deepest desires.

  “What I want you to do, right now, is to go home and get changed.” He felt weak, but his voice was strong. “Dress into work attire. Something appropriate. And when you’re done, get yourself to work. Can you do that?”

  “I’ll take the bus, Master.” She smiled. “And I won’t suffer any man looking at me twice.”

  Oh god, that order. Maria had encouraged it last night over and over again—her libido was exponentiated by the thought of Natalie’s adamant exclusivity to Robert.

  “Just...act natural, okay? We can’t...” He shook his head. “Don’t start any trouble, all right? Be at work on time. I don’t want you fired.”

  It was just forty-five minutes until work, and their boss Joslyn hated tardiness. Robert’s parents had died while he was in the asylum and they left him a substantial inheritance, which allowed him to have his own apartment and car. He was a frugal man, though, and did not want to rely solely on the mostly static wealth reserve for long. Thus, he took the job seriously.

  Robert looked at Natalie for a moment. She was obviously different than yesterday. Longer hair, longer legs, her lips slightly more rounded. That would be problem.

  “You know I changed you, right?”

  She nodded happily. “Yes, Master. You did ever such a good job. Would you like to do more?”

  He stepped back, ignoring the urge to grab her and do just that. “No. No, no. Just...hide it, as best you can. Cut your hair or something.”

  In thirty minutes time, Robert was showered and in his car, pulling into a drive-through window at a coffee shop.

  The clerk there was a substantially gorgeous Latina named Yolanda. She made a special effort the last times he was there to show him how her name tag was so easily visible on the heavy swell of her breasts. She leaned over the window, her large tits almost swinging into his car.

  “Large black coffee, two sugars on the side. I brewed it just for you, Robert.”

  “Thanks.” He pulled out his card.

  “No charge, honey.” She winked at him. “Just check your receipt.”

  The crumpled piece of paper had her number on it, written with hearts in the place of zeroes. He gave her an encouraging smile and then drove off, knowing already he had visited that coffee house for the last time.

  It was a shame, too. They made great coffee.

  He had some kind of effect on women, over time. It had taken about six weeks for the situation to progress this far with Yolanda. Maybe he had touched her once, accidentally, despite all efforts to never touch women—maybe when paying with a card or taking the coffee.

  The effect he had on the opposite sex made it hard, very hard as he found out with Natalie, to not touch them at all. After so many days or weeks of contact, they all ended up attracted to him—which meant they wanted to touch, which meant that, inevitably, he would change them. There was no way to build up his self-control when he viewed even the slightest mismanagement of his power as a colossal error.

  Were he a less noble man, the combination of his abilities would be a license to fuck and enslave anyone he wanted.

  Though, Robert noted with some sourness, it wasn’t as if he were that noble. He told Natalie to act natural this morning, but he certainly didn’t change her to ensure that she was natural, did he?

  Something to work on.

  At nine o’clock sharp, he arrived in the office and was ready to lose himself in some honest work. Maria was there already, at her own desk, barely looking up as he walked past. Natalie was nowhere to be found.

  His and Natalie’s desks were in the back of th
e office. Usually, the two of them were left to their own devices until midday, when all the calls began rolling in. So long as they kept themselves busy with pertinent work, there was no real limit to what they could do. Slowly, he took out all his work accouterments—a book for when he was taking a break, a few pens, his smart phone, and his coffee. The second he sat down, two things happened.

  The first was that Estelle Worthington entered the Sunshine Insurance office. She headed the rival organization to Sunshine Insurance in Rosington—Maximum Insurance.

  She strutted in slowly, rubbing a finger through the dust on the water cooler, walking easily in designer heels, her tailored pantsuit fitting snugly across her fit form. “Hello, losers.”

  She was that kind of person. Past forty and still looking quite fine, in Robert’s estimation, Estelle took her business acumen as an excuse to lambaste Sunshine Insurance every chance she got.

  Robert’s boss—the manager of this branch of Sunshine Insurance—was Joslyn. But the manager, from several years back up until some few months ago, used to be Joslyn’s husband, Kyle. But Kyle had fallen ill, and left Joslyn in charge. She did her best, but the daily maintenance of her husband’s condition and the business was too much for her.

  Over the past several weeks, Robert had picked up the office scuttlebutt, largely from Quinn.

  Quinn was a cheery, cute blonde, a bit overweight, but still very affable. She apparently delighted in gossiping, and made it a point to let Robert in on the office politics. She talked to Robert quite a bit, actually. Were she not so firmly attached to Caleb—her boyfriend and fellow salesperson—Robert might have been afraid his influence was affecting her.

  A long time ago, apparently, Joslyn’s husband and Estelle were a serious couple. Joslyn stole him away, though, or Kyle left Estelle for Joslyn, or some variation of that—and Estelle had never quite lived it down.

  Then there was the second thing that happened.

  Beneath him, under his small desk, Natalie waited on her knees. The second he sat down, her hands went to his zipper, expert and delicate. She had cut her hair, like he asked, but the cut was exactly like Maria’s.

  She really loved being thought of Maria’s lookalike, her sister—if only because Robert really loved that thought.

  “Maria said you would want a nice blowjob to start your day, Master,” she whispered. “Is that right?”

  There was no time to respond properly. Estelle’s presence had made Joslyn emerge from her office.

  Joslyn was younger than Estelle, older than Robert or Maria, in her mid-thirties. She was blonde, slender, busty, and somewhere in the grief-stricken, over-stressed form she possessed a person might be able to see a lovely woman there somewhere. But the many pulls in her life had left her under-eating and under-sleeping, and her once-pale skin had become sallow and her face skull-like. She strode out to meet Estelle, anger already forming in her at the intruder’s presence.

  As a result, Robert could hardly start whispering under his desk, in full view of Joslyn and Estelle. And as a result of that, Natalie took his silence as permission, and slipped her eager mouth forward over his rod. She was wearing a barely-there skirt with a sexy, made-for-clubbing halter top covering her slender torso. He supposed this was acting natural for her newly enslaved mind.

  Warmth, hot and loving, slipped over his half-hard cock and quickly brought it to a full erection as he watched the scene unfold between Joslyn and Estelle.

  “What the fuck do you want, Estelle?”

  Estelle had been admiring her nails, barely cognizant of Joslyn’s presence. “Oh. Hello, dear. I just love what you’ve done with this place. It’s very...trash art, isn’t it?”

  Joslyn’s eyeball twitched. “We have a lot to do. Unlike some people. If you’ve nothing to say, please leave.”

  “’Unlike some people!’ That’s rich. I do more business in a month than you do in a quarter. And that’s a fact.” She let out a long fake laugh, putting a hand on Joslyn’s shoulder.

  Joslyn rubbed the hand off with some disgust. “You’re here to gloat? Okay. Now you’ve gloated. Will you leave?”

  Natalie’s tongue was magical. It was if she was made to suck his cock.

  Or re-made, at any rate. Robert gripped his desk, face flushing.

  “Gloat?” Estelle laughed again. “Oh no, dear. I’ve come to rub it in. You see, last night, Mister Gary Pritchard made a proposal to me, and I said yes. And as you are probably just now realizing, yes, I mean that Gary Pritchard. The COO of Sunshine Insurance. You do know him, right? Or have you forgotten who kept you in business? He wants to merge our offices because of the under-performance of yours. And he said that I would be placed in full control of staffing.”

  Across the office, Robert saw Maria straighten at this news.

  Her outfit was a wonder. At first glance, it seemed demure and business-like—a pencil skirt and a gentle green sweater. But it was on Maria’s form, and so the pencil skirt’s tightness around her legs became a kind of pornography for ass and leg lovers. The green sweater’s material was lace thin, barely opaque, and he could see that she had foregone a bra that morning. Her hair had been arranged in a thick, delicious pile down one side of her head, draped down past her shoulders and over her billowing breasts.

  She had worn it for him, he realized—and knew that he was watching her, right now, as Natalie sucked his cock. Slowly, she winked at him, and pointed to his desk.

  There was a note there from her.

  “In full control of...” Joslyn shook her head. “This doesn’t make sense. He would have notified me if something like this was in the works.”

  “Call him and find out, sweetling.” Estelle tapped the blonde’s cheek. Her cell phone buzzed. “Ah, I’ve got to run. You see how that works? Someone calls, and you do business? Try it some time.”

  Estelle stopped as she began to exit, looking straight at Robert. He was more flushed than before, his grip tight on the sides of his desk. Natalie was bringing him so close, her tongue sliding over his shaft like a whirlwind. Her soft, gentle suckling noises were almost as hot as the sensations themselves.

  “What are you so worked up about, handsome?” she asked. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you keep your job. I can always use a strong man around.”

  She winked at him and strutted out, pulling out her phone and immediately beginning to yell at whoever was on the other line. Joslyn looked defeated, sighing. Everyone in the office had heard the exchange. It wasn’t an especially large place. There were rumors that Estelle’s three floor exchange had an LCD TV and a game console in the break room.

  “I’ll get to the bottom of this,” Joslyn said loudly. “Your jobs are in no trouble. I’ll take care of everything.”

  Her door banged loudly as she retreated back into her office. Caleb and Quinn, directly in front of the whole exchange, leaned into one another and started speaking in whispers.

  Meanwhile, Maria gestured again for Robert to open the note she had left him. It was written in red marker on a folded note card with his name on top, surrounded by little hearts.

  Does it turn you on that she’s starting to look like my sister? It makes me really hot. Can you make her believe that she’s related to me? Can you make me believe that? Wouldn’t that be sexy...both of us sisters serving your cock?

  Robert lost control, emptying himself into Natalie’s mouth in a long, steady, heavy stream of white spray. And the whole time, he watched Maria, her luscious smile, her inviting gaze, and all the temptations she represented.

  * * * * *

  Maria took Robert to lunch. It was the first meal she had paid for in over a year, and in the two years since graduating college she could count the total number of paid meals on one hand. Men loved to take her out to lunch, or to dinner, or simply to hand her cash so she could go enjoy herself. Everyone was waiting for an excuse to see her smile.

  And yet all Maria wanted, really, was to make Robert smile. To make him understand how desperat
ely important she found him, how her beauty meant nothing at all if it wasn’t serving him entirely.

  They ate at a small, intimate bistro that served a kind of Italian-Ethiopian fusion. Normally, there was a waiting list, but between Maria’s charm and Robert’s fresh-fuck pheromones working heavy wonders on the hostess, they were seated well before anyone else in line. Their table was inside of a booth at the corner of the restaurant.

  Immediately, Maria slid her tight booted legs up Robert’s thighs and pressed the edge of her toes into his cock.

  He was hard. Good.

  As a bit of theater, she had brought along a pair of brown leather gloves. The weather was cold outside—it was late Autumn—and there was nothing untoward about a delicately beautiful woman such as herself wearing gloves around. She took his hands in hers and rubbed them slowly.

  “Did you like my gift this morning?”

  He nodded. “Very much. Natalie had a hard time getting out of there with no one noticing.”

  “I saw,” Maria smiled. “But I don’t think anyone else did.”

  “About that. I don’t know...I don’t know where this is going,” he said. “But I don’t think it should extend to the office. I’m going to fix Natalie later tonight, after work. She won’t remember a thing.”

  That would hardly be Maria’s definition of “fixing” her. Her breasts were too small, and not quite ripe enough for Robert to enjoy totally. The darling girl was lovely, but not quite sexy enough to be seen as Maria’s sister. Maria had a reputation to maintain, after all, and when she was properly Robert’s favorite slave, that reputation would be very important again.

  She slid a gloved finger up and down his hand, tugging gently on the other. “After we put in all that delicious work? Why?”

  “Because...” he shook his head. “Because it’s wrong.”

  She was prepared for this. She had been aching over the words her entire life, fingering her cunt as she imagined someone delivering them to her...or her delivering them to someone who merely needed a little convincing.

  “Morality is a silly thing for weak people, Robert. People who aren’t beautiful like me, or strong like you. It’s a word they use to guard themselves against the power we have.”