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Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

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by Caitlin Sharratt

“I insist.” even his voice was controlling, I liked a little.

  “Who are you and what have you done with my boss?” I said, giving him a blank look before feeling his warm coat over my shoulder, suddenly I began to fidget nervously as his cologne hit me full force. Fuck! He smelled delicious. A picture of him laying below me, my tongue licking and sucking off whipped cream and chocolate fudge off of his tanned skin. Would he be as tasty as the food tasted?

  “Your boss is right here, but guessing that I’m a man of experts, being a total dick to you at your mother's grave would be a bad idea.” he grinned, holding me by his side again. Why is he touching me all of sudden? even when I’m wearing his coat, would he have to hold me like this? But I ignored myself questioning him, looking down at my tombstone with his hand around my arm.

  “...I'm sorry.” I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me.

  “For what?”

  “For acting like a brat at the office, I had no right talking to you like that, even if was a bad day for me. you’re not going to fire me are you? because that would suck.” he frowned down at me before laughing, his pearly white teeth shining as he does.

  “No I’m not going to fire you.” thank fuck!

  “But I am going to give you work for you to take home and do research.” Damn it.

  “really?” I whined, looking up at the sky, feeling like I was being scolded by my teacher in high school.

  “Yes, do you have internet access at home?” I nod as I watch him pull out a memory stick from his pocket and handing it to me. it was thick, grey and heavy. Just like his gaze.

  “I want you to look up on your research on the bondage set. see what it is all about, but please make notes. I would personally like to hear your thoughts on them.” his soft lips turned up, a grin like a Cheshire cat would do when it has a secret plan.

  “Okay.” I breathed before taking the stick from him, his thick fingers brushed against mine, making me gasp. His gaze was trained on my lips, and as a habit of mine, I lick them. ever. so. slowly.

  He cleared his throat, stepping back a little. “You want a ride?”

  “Sure.” I smiled before he offered me his arm for me to hook through. I accept and walked with him, ignoring my heated cheeks and the soaking wet clothes that clung to me like a second skin.

  * * *

  I soaked deeply into the bath, feeling the hot water and thick bubbles calm my mind. lavender filled the air as I scrubbed against my skin, relishing the pure bliss of the French bathtub. A bathtub that was the only thing that was nice about my apartment and something I could easily enjoy every night. I glance at the clock beside the sink, reading seven PM. My father should of been back by now, maybe he has rung the house phone and I did not here it go off?

  I drain the bath and wrap a towel around me as I head to the bedroom, a cold chill washed over me as draw my curtains shut and sit at the edge of my single bed. My clothes already set out as I moisturize my skin head to toe. I glance at my door, locking it before pulling out the memory stick henry gave me, I stick it into my ancient computer, pulling my chair to the dressing table which was currently acting as my desk. I fire up the old beast and wrap a comforter over my naked body and pull my hair into a wet, messy bun. A few clicks here and there and a few files opened up. A large folder with the heading ‘Kink’ made me frown. I click on it before blanching. dozens of documents and pictures made me sit back in my chair and gape at the screen. I click on each picture, looking at the ‘sets’ of objects that made me shiver and gulp all at once.

  “What the fuck?” I whispered to myself.

  Clicking onto a small video as a women was presented half clothed, a smile on her face and her hands bound on a bedpost. She wore a white vest, but her hard nipples poked easily against the fabric. her hair was short and a deep burgundy, most probably dyed but she still looked good. I sat straight when i saw movement in the corner. A man, fully clothed but sporting a very hard erection joined her, but his hands were occupied. A large flogger twirled in his hand, his fingers caressing the ends as if it was treasure. each part of the tail was sewed perfectly. the leather looking soft and delicate.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  I frown at his voice, hearing the soft speaker make the noise before i turned it down, the women nodded vigorously, her lips parted before licking them. His hands gripped her legs apart, and I gasped as I saw her naked, shaved mound.

  “I said are you ready?” he repeated before nipping at her hip bone.

  “Yes sir.”

  Heat flushed in my cheeks as I heard her moan and all too quickly I click the video off and move back, letting the blanket fall to the ground. Why the fuck would henry give me this!?

  I breathed heavily, wishing that my boss was not a sex pervert and tried not to think about the fact that he gave me...porn. why would he do that? was he trying to play some sort of game or joke? because I sure was not laughing. Quickly putting on some pyjamas and switching off the lights, I climb into bed, hoping to take a little nap before Dad comes back for I cook dinner. I wrap the covers over me, keeping the warm inside my belly at bay before drifting into a light sleep.

  I cried out from the bite against my skin, the flogger hitting it in just the right spots. My hips thrust forward, wanting more of the sting as he began to flick his wrist again. The tips just barely brushed my hip bone, making me cry out again.

  “You want more?” His voice was hoarse, heavy and deep.

  “Please…” I trembled as the building of the desire grew inside of me. My skin was hot, flushed and wanting more of the pain.

  “Please what?” he flicked his wrist again, the flogger landing against my thigh and I squirm at the impact. Sweat began to build as I breathed heavily, the only noises in the dark room was his, mine and the flogger.

  “Please, sir. I want more.” I whimpered, my legs began to tremble as I saw the grin on his face, his beard was thick but trimmed perfectly. Stormy grey eyes piercing me through the darkness. I was struck again, his aiming perfect as it landed against my clit.

  “Fuck!” I screamed, my blood boiled with pleasure, the pain mixed within my veins, heightening my senses. I tucked against the leather binding my wrists and ankles, loving the feel of it against me.

  “Good girl.” He growled before flicking it again, trailing up all the way to my navel before it landed against my hard pebbled nipples. My core throbbed with anticipation.

  “Your impatient.” he said before joining my side, his breath against my naked breast and without thinking, he blew a cool breath against it, beckoning me towards his mouth. He sealed his hot tongue over my nipple, making me jolt at the sudden touch.

  “I like your eagerness baby, god you taste divine.” He nipped between my breast, leaving a trail in his wake before he lightly bit into my neck, a growl escaped his throat as I turned my neck for more access to him.

  “Please...i want to taste you.” he grinned at my response, licking my lips as he began to kiss me. His tongue thrust into my mouth, battling with my own as my body singed for him. His hands cupped me, spreading me wide for his fingers to thrust deeply into me.

  “Your pussy is always ready for me; god Emily you're enticing!” His fingers began to move like they had a mind of its own, making me become wet and slick.

  “I can't control it.” I moaned at his quickened his pace.

  “Let go Emily, come for me.” He growled against my lips as I began to quiver with pleasure.

  “Henry!” I scream- I sat up with alert in bed. My heart pounding and my eyes roaming around the bedroom but all I was met with was darkness. sweat covered my body and I pull back the covers, finding a rather large damp patch against my cream coloured shorts.

  “What the...” I couldn't even finish, my body still coming high from the accelerated orgasm. One that I haven't had for a while.

  I leave my bed, searching my light switch, I flick it on but no lights came on. Grasping my dressing gown from the door, I search my way through the darkness,
finding the apartment silent and cold. Signing, I fiddle with the draws in the kitchen, lighting candles around the house before I could see again. By the time I lit my eighteenth candle, my father walks in, his eyes tired and heavy.

  “Hi cupcake.” he said before looking around.

  “They cut us off again?” he signed, placing his bag beside the door and joining me in the living room. He slumps into the small couch and I sit in the opposite end, the candles had given us enough lights for a soft glow around the room.

  “I didn't think they would cut us off again so soon. Did you send out the check the other week?”

  “Yeah, it was the first thing I did.”

  “The check must of bounced. Shit...I cannot ask my boss for another raise, he would end up firing me if I did.” He rubbed his face.

  “I could ask Mr Clinton for a pay rise in advance, maybe that could help?” I asked, pulling my dressing gown closer to me as I felt a chill creep in.

  “Could you do that hunnie? I think we really need it.” He smiled sheepishly, almost ashamed to ask his daughter for money.

  “Sure Dad.” I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

  “Why don't you head out to bed, I’m not that hungry.” he waved off as he removed his coat.

  “I’m not hungry either. I will see you in the morning Dad. Love you.” I stood and kissed his forehead before heading to bed. Leaving my door open as I took off my dressing gown.

  “All of this candle mood lighting and you would of had an open book in your lap…” I heard my father whisper. Glancing at the doorway, my father stood at the frame of the kitchen archway, a picture of my mother smiling up at the camera with me in her arms.

  “our little girl is all grown up now...she is just like you, including your stubbornness...but god I just hope she will be careful...I don't want her work telling all of the rumours about that place.” My father rolled his neck, relieving some of the tension that had built up throughout a hard day of work.

  “Night Juliet.” he whispered before heading to his own bedroom. I smiled a little, knowing that my father, after all these years, still talks about my mother as she was still here. But he was not the only one who wished she was still alive and my Dad was right about the candles, she would of been curled up on the couch, her legs to her chest and a book in her hands and would read throughout the night until she would pass out. My bed was calling to me, and I would need as much rest as I could before I give henry a piece of my mind.

  “Night mama.” I whispered before climbing into bed and drifting off to sleep.

  Henry.

  Fucked. I was totally fucked. My eyes wandered over at Emily, a red pencil skirt with a black blouse was doing wonders to my cock. But her clothes looked a few years old, and worn regularly. Her legs were covered by black tights, but each time she parted her legs or crossed them over, I saw a lining of pink flesh against her thighs. Fuck! She was wearing stockings. Miss Cooper sure knows how to pull them off for sure but was she wearing them for me? or somebody else? I clench my fists, enraged at the idea of someone else between her thighs, touching her delicate skin as they enjoy her pleasure. Her fingers played with her pen, drumming against her puckered lips before she jotted down in her notes. I kept on glancing at her legs, seeing the black wedges make her cute little feet look perfect.

  “You look good today Miss Cooper, wanting to impress the workers?” Fuck, what the hell did I just blurt out? Could I be any more obvious?

  “No Mr Clinton. This is me every day.” She glanced up, her green eyes shining bright and a little heavier makeup than usual. She suits it. Her hair was slicked back into a tight Bun, soft brown hair looking beautiful. I wonder if she pampers herself with bath salts and expensive moisturizers.

  “…But it's nice to hear it now and then from someone else.” She whispered, glancing at me from her gaze. She nervously licked her lips before returning back to work.

  “Don’t you have a boyfriend to tell you things like that?” I pondered her as I stood to watch the view from the window.

  “No boyfriend. No one is interested.” She simply put while watching me.

  “Really?” I raised a brow at her, stepping closer as she sat straight in her chair.

  “Yes. It was being hard to believe sir but I don't get that much attention from men.”

  “Yes, that would be hard to believe.” I laughed while watching her laugh with me. A noise I was hoping to get used to.

  My phone began to rang, killing the mood as I reached for it. The caller I.D made me tense.

  Mr Philips.

  I answered, hearing the other end silent before a deep voice spoke to me, too deep to be his real voice, he would be protecting his Identity like any other criminal would do.

  “Mr Clinton. Glad you could take the call.”

  “What can I do for you?” I kept my tone calm, not wanting to alarm Emily or piss off Mr Phillips on the other end.

  “Well a little bird told me that the shipments have not been going through. I'm a man of my word Henry, I don't stall my agreements or my profits to other sellers. So why is this little bird telling me that I fucked up!?” Eric, the greasy old bastard. I never liked the man, even when he couldn't keep his eyes off Emily, He looked at her like a piece of meat.

  “Well you know what he is like, he would rather be up someone's arse than admit he had done wrong. You are a man of your word, as am I. I will handle Him and his...Intentions.” I breathed, averting Emily’s questioning gaze as I spoke to the madman.

  “Oh I know you will. That is why you are going to take your pressed suited arse over here and sort out this shit. I have enough work to do as it is.” Fuck. That would mean I would have to meet the crazy man.

  “Yes, Mr Philips.” I was seething, my hand itching to grab the man by the collar and shake him until he breaks.

  “If it makes it any easier for you, there is a bottle of scotch aged by twenty years, a little welcome present into the country when you get here.” He laughed, before I could a soft female groan.

  “You got Company?”

  “Oh you bet I do, picked up the blonde a couple of days ago, perfect pair of tits and everything, but the best part of her is her mouth, fuck she can suck like a pro. Haven't fucked her yet, just hoping she can take it when a real man does.” I heard rustling before a slight suckling noise, knowing that they were getting down and dirty while I spoke to him.

  “I will see you in a week or so.”

  “No! I want you here by tonight. see you then.” He cut the line, making the anger in my veins heighten as i looked down at the phone.

  “...Mr Clinton? Anything you need?” Emily’s soft voice distracted me, her eyes wide with anticipation.

  “Yes, I need you to call Samuel for me to pack my bags at home, a week worth of clothes the most. Use my spare cell phone if you must.” I passed her my other phone, watching her make the call as i booked my flights on my own.

  “A vacation Sir?”

  “No, work business. It needs to be handled by my own hands and also call the receptionist for me, my office is off premises while I’m gone. The only person allowed in here is myself and you.”

  “Yes sir. Will I still be working while you’re gone?”

  “Most definitely. I need to keep you on your feet.” I calmed my mood, hoping she could see the joke and to my relief, she does.

  “There would be no other way.” She did as she was told, jotting information down and all too soon, I was handing my office keys to her.

  “When I get back, you will be paid double this week while I was gone. That is if you do all of the documents in my top draw. I want it typed, printed and copied from my laptop. It’s Password free.” I opened my laptop, showing her the works before taking my longer coat with me, knowing the weather here is drizzling like yesterday.

  “If you have any problems, you can call me on the spare phone and please do try to eat something. I don't want you fading away while I’m gone.” Could I be anymore cheesy!? She smiled bef
ore a soft blush came across her cheeks, she glanced away, avoiding my gaze as I carried on staring at her. Jeez...I sound like teenager falling in love.

  “Good luck, Mr Clinton.” She pushed her hand to me, and this would be the first time I would touch her hands. Her nails were trimmed perfectly, and all too quickly, I shake her hand, feeling the soft surface against mine. Fuck… I Imagine her hands against my bare chest, her chestnut hair cascading down her back as she would rest her cheek against my neck. Sound asleep.

  “Thank you, Miss Cooper. See you next week.” I head down stairs, hearing the ping of an elevator wait for me to step through, I don't look back, knowing that my desire for her would be too consuming to walk away from. She is going to be the death of me.

  * * *

  The flight was quick, and all too soon, the sky began to darken. I undo my tie, wanting to get off this stupid plane so I could rest my head against a pillow. The flight attendant came beside me, her shirt unbuttoned too many times to be professional, but this was a private plane so she could walk around naked for all she cares. I would be excited at the idea but as I thought about it, my cock softened.

  “Refill?” I nod at her, ignoring her breasts that could practically fall out of her shirt. She walks away, taking the hint before going to the cockpit.

  The seatbelt sign shined above me, and before I know it, we were landing on the ground. The double doors open, my suitcase taken from me and the hot air blasted across my face. At the end of the stairs connecting to the plane stood a driver and a limousine.

  “Mr Philips directed me to take you to your hotel, along with a few company friends.” He stated before I could open my mouth.

  “Very well.” I signed before I take my seat inside. I was not shocked to find Eric, the greasy old bastard sitting there with a smug grin on his face.

  “Ah henry, glad you could join us.” Us?

  “Mr Phillips is on the line.” I heard a slight shuffle and static and a deep voice.

 

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