by Ashlee Price
My step was not so light. I felt like other people’s eyes were on me. Did everyone know? My face went red with the idea, and I stuck to the small kitchen for the rest of the day. I didn’t want to run into Connie again. She had made me so nervous I actually took the stairs instead of risking another moment alone with the woman. Did the two of them have something that I was intruding upon?
Going out was the only thing that helped me forget the trouble at work and the issues with my family. I was sure that Jamie had made his way back to California, but then he popped up in the bar. I wondered if it was just bad luck or he was following me. Everywhere I turned he was there. I didn’t need the drama, and I told him so.
“I am not trying to stress you out, Nicola. I just want to see you. It has been a long time, and when I got the call from your mom, it was like everything started to make sense. Can you really say that you feel nothing for me?”
I couldn’t say that, and I was even less apt to lie, so I just kind of shook my head in agreement. He had been everything to me at one time, and I had liked the way he looked and the way I had felt in his arms. But now it was hard to forget what he’d done to me. It was hard to pretend that he hadn’t broke my heart a year ago and then ran off to the West Coast to leave me alone after two years together.
“You know that I felt a lot for you, Jamie, but this is too much. You can’t just pop up out of nowhere.”
“It wouldn’t bother you if there was nothing still between us.”
I finally looked over at him and sighed. It wasn’t like that anymore. The man was still just as attractive as ever, but I would never be able to trust him again. If he would do it once, I knew he would do it again. He was that type of man. I didn’t want my heart to be crushed again.
“There is nothing else between us, Jamie, just a lot of memories that can’t be forgotten and an outcome that can’t be changed. Anything beyond that is just your imagination. I am sorry my mom called you, but she misread everything.”
“I don’t think she did, and I find it hard to believe that you don’t want anything to do with me.”
I couldn’t believe it, either. As I took a drink of the wine in front of me, I hoped that the liquid would settle my nerves. It didn’t seem to help much, but at least it was something to do other than look at my ex sitting on the leather stool next to me at the bar. There really was no getting away from my past. It was the first time that I had actually thought about leaving Brewer and being done with it.
“We can be friends, Jamie. We were always good friends.”
He didn’t like the answer, but I was not bothered either way. I finished the wine before he said anything else. “I don’t want to be just friends. I will stay here as long as it takes to get you back, Nicola. Since seeing you again, I know that I’m never going to find what I need in California, because what I need is you.”
That seemed to be my cue to leave. I said my goodbyes and when he stood up to walk me out, I asked him not to. I didn’t want to talk to him anymore, and I certainly didn’t want to be in the dark parking lot with him. If it wasn’t for my friend Jamene coming up when I got to the door, I don’t know what would have happened next.
I dropped her off a few blocks from my apartment and made my way home. It had been a long day and I was still trying to process half of it. Between Connie threatening me and Jamie not going away, I was rattled. If I added in what I’d served up the boss for lunch, there was no way that I couldn’t respond with reddened cheeks.
Happy to be home, I was fishing the keys out of my purse when I saw a package on my steps. My neighborhood was not the type of place that the postman would leave anything outside, and I wondered why it was out there. It made me nervous, and only when I saw the writing on the small attached note did I realize that it was from the same man who had dined on me earlier in the day. The thought made me shiver and I shook the box like it was Christmastime. There was no denying my apprehension about the present, but I was determined not to let him bother me.
***
The next morning I opened the small package before I left for work. I had ignored it the night before, hoping that it wouldn’t drive me crazy. It had, though, so the first thing I did before turning on the coffee was go look at it. The wrapping paper was pretty, and the scrawled words were very much Jerold.
Opening it, I couldn’t imagine what it would be. I was surprised to see that it was another small box, but I was sure that my face turned bright red when I saw the sketch on the side of the box. Yesterday he’d wanted me to opt out of undergarments altogether, but now it seemed that he had bought me a pair to wear.
The box had already been opened, and there was something missing. I pulled out the panties, not really impressed. They were cute, of course, but there was nothing that spectacular about them at all. I had seen nicer pairs of panties before. There was something different about them, though. They felt heavier in some places than in others.
When I started to read the back of the box, the flame in my cheeks intensified. The piece that was missing was a remote control for the vibrating panties that I was holding in my hand. I sat down at the table and tried to get over the shock of it all. I knew that he was a man who liked to push the envelope, but I was starting to think that he was just too much for me.
I didn’t put the panties on. Instead I didn’t put any on, though I did put a bra on to hide the sway of my large breasts. I didn’t know if he was going to be upset or not, but I had to draw the line somewhere. When I got into work, I was not met by a crazy woman in the elevator or by Jerold. I was starting to relax – until I got into the kitchen and Jerold was waiting for me. He had something in his hand, and I saw then that it was the remote.
He flicked it on and waited for a reaction from me. He wasn’t going to get one, though, because I hadn’t worn the panties. Jerold frowned and I could tell he was disappointed. “Didn’t you get my package?”
I nodded my head that I had gotten it, and he moved towards me. “Show me.”
His voice was harsh. I was finally questioning my decision not to wear the panties that he had given me. It was clear that he was not happy with me, and it made me upset at myself. But there was no hesitation this time, and I pulled the skirt up quickly so that he could see that I had not listened to him. When I released the fabric and let it fall back down, his grey eyes were still on where my bare mound had been. He may have still been mad at me, but I was rather confident that he wouldn’t be mad at me for too long.
“Here I was thinking you were learning, but now I see that you need a punishment to keep you motivated.”
I swallowed hard and took a step back as he advanced. All of a sudden I was doing more than regretting my decision. I was regretting even coming into work that day at all.
To be continued…
Billionaire’s Domination Book 3: Taken
By: Ashlee Price
Prologue
Nicola’s time with Jerold is getting more intimate. She’s falling for her billionaire boss, and the more control he takes, the more she freely gives. He’s hard to say no to, and with her matchmaking mother now on his side, Nicola is spending more and more time with him. He makes her want to beg, and Nicola feels no shame when she finally does. She would have done anything to be in his arms, even though it isn’t quite how she thought it would be. Nothing ever is with Jerold.
Then, after a night that she will never forget, Nicola comes back to work Monday morning only to be humiliated and fired by Jerold’s assistant. Nicola is crushed, and she’s sure it’s related to them being together. Everything that she was so sure of is slipping away from her, and Nicola finds herself wondering if she was wrong about everything. How could Jerold send her away after such a night together? Did it really mean nothing to him?
Chapter 1 – Jerold
Her eyes were nervous and her hand shook a little bit when I mentioned punishment. Seeing her bare and naked had been my undoing, and now there was nothing I could do but swallow hard a
nd shake my head at her question. She wanted to know what I meant by punishment.
“Give me your hands.”
She was not quick to respond. I urged her over to the counter of the kitchen. I opened the small refrigerator, looked through the shelves on the door, and found some Dijon mustard. She was shocked when I put a little dot on each of her palms. I put the jar back and turned around to meet the questioning look in her eyes.
“Now bend over, Nicola, and make sure that you don’t mess up the dots. None of it should get on the counter, do you understand?”
Nicola nodded and turned around like I’d told her to. I waited to see what she did with her hands. I could see the care that she used to make sure that she abided by the rules. I liked that fact more than the roundness of her backside as she leaned down. I was going to have fun with the punishment. I almost hoped that she would break the rules so that I could punish her some more. To see Nicola in such a submissive position was working on my brain, and I couldn’t help the naughty thoughts that were going through my head.
My hand moved to the curve of her ass and I felt her jerk at the touch. She wasn’t sure what I was going to do, and more than that, she didn’t know how far it was going to go. While I wanted all of her, I knew that wasn’t right for right now. I was supposed to be punishing her for her disobedience, so losing what little control I had left didn’t seem like a wise choice.
She trembled as my hand made its way to cup her fully in my palm. I heard her moan and her hips moved upwards to give me a better grip. She wanted it as much as I did, and it made me change my mind on the method of punishment that I would give her. It wasn’t a spanking that she needed, but to get what she wanted and then to have it taken away.
My other hand moved to her waist and I pulled her against me hard. Nicola scrambled to find a grip and then her hips just pushed back against me. It was hard to deny how badly she wanted it. I wanted it just as badly, and I had to move away and stop grinding on her because I wasn’t going to be able to stop once I really got started.
Moving down to cup her ass and to give us a little space in between our bodies, I started to pull the bottom of her skirt up the back of her thighs. I could feel the goose bumps shooting across her skin, and I couldn’t help but move a little faster. When I could clearly see all of her I dragged my short nails across the skin and down her backside. She jerked underneath me, and I checked her palms to see that they were still high above the counter. If she broke the rules, I could take her. I wanted her to fail so badly.
I smacked her cheek a couple of times, very lightly. I wasn’t trying to spank her; I was just interested in the way her ass jiggled every time I slapped it. It was mesmerizing, and I was finding it hard to stop myself. When I finally did stop, she was panting slightly. The sound was driving me mad.
“Are you wet, Nicola?”
I knew she was; I could see a small line of fluid dripping down her inner thigh. Before I could stop myself, I was opening her legs more and moving down to my knees behind her. From that angle I could see all of her. Just a slight breath made her quiver. My tongue moved forward and tasted her before I could do anything else. I could still taste her on my tongue and the new taste was just as sweet.
Nicola started to moan, and it was enough to remind me that she was supposed to be getting punished. She wasn’t there to be pleasured. Standing up, I rubbed her some more and watched her body tense as I listened to her whimpers of pleasure. She was getting close, I could tell by the renewed flow of need down her leg. She was practically gyrating where she was bent over, and I was lost in the moment.
Watching her hands and fingers curl, I stopped suddenly and watched her body slump down from the lack of touch. It was several moments before she looked back at me with those dark eyes. I could see the need in them. She was on edge, and I was surprised that she hadn’t already begged me for more. Her whimper was hard to deal with, though. I closed my eyes to the sound.
Rock-hard in my pants, I had to adjust myself before I left the kitchen with instructions for her not to touch herself. “If you would like me to finish you off, I want you to go home at lunch and wear what I bought for you. I don’t take kindly to your disobedience, Nicola. But you did well with your hands – not a mark smeared.” The last bit didn’t really make me very happy at all.
She didn’t say much of anything. I could see her trying to come to grips with the fact that I was not going to touch her anymore. I heard the same whine as before, but it was a little louder. She wanted me to know that she was disappointed, and I couldn’t deny how much I liked the pouty look on her mouth. Not once did she argue, and by the time I left, there was nothing that I wanted to do more than go back in there and give her what her dark eyes begged me for. How could I say no to such a face?
My will was stronger than my desire, though, and I moved into the hallway and then to the elevator. There was no one in it when I got there, but Connie seemed to appear out of nowhere. She had a look on her face that was hard to fathom, but I had a feeling I was going to get a tongue lashing from her. I had apparently done something that she didn’t approve of. I thought of the wet chef down the corridor and I had to smile to myself. I was sure that if she knew about that, I would never hear the end of it.
“Good morning, Connie.”
“Good morning, sir. Did you go get your breakfast already?”
There was something in the way that she said it that made me take a second look at her. Did she know? If she did she wasn’t letting on, but there was obviously something that was bothering her.
“Yeah, I just got something made real quick.”
“It’s strange to see you so interested in breakfast, Jerold. I don’t think you’ve eaten it but three times in all of the years that I’ve worked for you.”
She was probably right, but there was more to it than that. The reason was clear to me, and I was sure it wasn’t lost on her either. I didn’t know how to respond to her skeptical tone. I was saved by the elevator beeping to let us know that we had arrived.
“Well, my doctor told me that I need to start taking better care of myself. You know what they say about it being the most important meal of the day.”
I walked towards my office, but it was apparent that I wasn’t going to get away from her that easily.
“I just think you should be more careful how you’re projecting yourself. The rest of the employees can see it, and it’s going to create all kinds of problems.”
Opening the door to the office, I looked back at her once I was seated. Connie was standing there gripping some documents in her hand. She was the very definition of uptight. Her blonde hair was severely cut at the chin and the look on her face made it hard to see her as a woman. The clothes that she wore could have easily been for a child. She was short and so waif-thin. Even though she was so tiny, she was kind of scary, and I wanted to put her mind at ease about breakfast and the insinuations she was making about Nicola. They were right, but I didn’t want her even getting a hint of that. The last thing I needed was an argument with Connie about Nicola.
“It’s not like that, Connie. Really. When have you known me to go over the line with any of my employees? You know that’s one of my rules.”
She didn’t seem all that convinced.
Chapter 2 – Nicola
Lunch time rolled around, and though I tried to tell myself that I didn’t need him, I did. Every minute and every step that I took reminded me of what I couldn’t have. I was never one to want to touch myself while I was at work, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered to myself if he would even know if I did. I could go into the bathroom and be done in minutes.
The idea made me blush, but there was something stopping me. Maybe it was the thought that he would somehow know and I would be even worse off than I was right then that made me not do what I desperately wanted to do. It was hard to concentrate with the throbbing at my core that was taking away all other thoughts.
I snuck back to my
apartment and put on the panties that he had sent me. I touched myself a little while I was putting them on. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him. I don’t think I had ever been so needy in all of my life. I just wanted more of Jerold’s touch.
When I got back, I didn’t go up to the fifth floor, but to the sixth instead. I was expecting to find Jerold in another meeting, or hopefully alone in his office. I figured it was the latter when I saw him sitting at his desk through the slightly open door. It was only when I pushed the door open and saw the other two men sitting there that I realized he wasn’t alone.
My whole demeanor changed, and I tried to stand up a little straighter.
“Sorry to bother you, sir. I was just up here to get your lunch order.” I looked from the two men who were now eying me to Jerold, who had a smile on his face. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I was not wearing a bra. I wished then that I was. I was nervous that the other men would know the games that the boss and I were playing.
“Gentleman, would you like something for lunch? I had something yesterday that was perfect. There is no way to describe the taste.”
I blanched when he talked about what he’d had for lunch. I knew what he was talking about, and for a moment I wondered if he would really do such a thing. He had a smile on his lips, but I didn’t find it all that funny. I didn’t want to think about that.
The two men agreed, and I shot him a look. “Just bring us what you made yesterday.”
I had brought something for him, but I didn’t even remember what it was. It was hard to think about anything else but me on the desk with him between my legs.
“Of course, sir.”