PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (2 page)

Already, it seemed, Jake Stone had the ability to make her want to fulfil his every desire. She did not wish to disappoint his expectations of her.

He was pleased. ‘Good girl.’

The praise was minimal and patronising but she cherished it nonetheless and felt immediately foolish for wanting it. She was here to expose the bastard, yet here she was exposing herself. To him. What the hell was going on?

‘You will see I reward good behaviour.’

Hopeful that the reward would be in the realms of a pity fuck, in which he would drag her to the floor and tease her quivering pussy with his big, hard cock, she allowed herself to breathe. She could see the huge erection bulging out of his expensive suit. He needed relief as much as she did. And she was already prepared to give him anything he asked for. Any way he wanted it. As long as he rammed that huge pole right up to the hilt in her warm, wet cunt. Repeatedly.

‘But then again …,’ he advised. He allowed himself the luxury of addressing his own urgent cravings with a large palm rubbing slowly up and down over the swelling pinstripe fabric. It just made her knees want to buckle.

Damn him, she thought, her hopes fading. She was going to move. She just had to. She couldn’t control herself much longer. Couldn’t go on without giving herself similar stimulation, as she watched him relishing his own touch.

Maybe he will enjoy watching me masturbate, she hoped, desperately. So far she hadn’t dared take the action required, but it was only a matter of seconds before she had to. In front of a stranger. She was shocked at how quickly the situation had got out of control. How quickly all sense of decorum had fled.

‘Then again,’ he repeated. His voice took on the urgency of a man working himself toward climax. He unzipped his fly and brought the straining beast out into daylight. Her eyes fixed on it.

Finally, she thought. Her pussy was aching to be pleasured by his arrogant cock. She didn’t care if he abused his PAs. She wanted to be abused good and proper, right now. She knew the beast would barely have to enter her before she was screaming and coming deliriously. With her elevated sex drive, it never took long to climax any time.

‘You disappointed me.’ He commenced in picking up on her crimes, his voice growling in his urgent need for release. ‘You entered my office without permission. You spoke without my consent.’ He approached her slowly, his hand working rhythmically up and down the long length of his swollen cock. ‘And you dared to wear pantyhose in my presence.’

He stood directly in front of her, the grimace on his face a challenge to her, to dare to move or speak, as much as a signal of his imminent explosion. His balls were tight and hitched on the point of release. ‘So you must be punished.’

Her hopes faded, unlike her desperation to be given her own release. She bit back the tears that threatened to gather in frustration.

He pushed her, with a hand on her shoulder, to her knees. ‘Kneel,’ he ordered.

He placed the tip of his cock gently against her arid lips. ‘Or perhaps this is how I will permit you to moisten your lips,’ he groaned, just at the point his come shot out of his cock. He roared his satisfaction, pumping hard to eject the last few drops from the tip with one hand as he held her head steady with his other. He rubbed the hot gush into her lips with the tip of his sensitive flesh.

His domination of her was complete. Interview over.

‘I think you will make a perfectly submissive PA, suitable for my needs,’ he told her, as he cleaned himself up before tucking his slowly subsiding penis back into his trousers.

She’d got the job. And Mathers had been right. This was like no interview she had ever known.

He continued, ‘Although you must be punished for your misdemeanours.’

Cally thought she had been, by having to watch him orgasm without benefit of her own. But it seemed he had other ideas.

‘It would not do for any PA of mine to get the mistaken idea that she had any choice in what happens to her while she is in my employ.’

Already he had gone back to reading those damn papers. Papers that must be more important to him than her needs. She was writhing with frustration. Or she would have been if he had allowed her to move. Damn it. Damn him.

She knew she could get up and leave any time she wanted. Let him try to stop her. Who was the one really in control here? It was like having a safeword. The one you use when your adult
playtime
gets just a little too hot to handle.

Except she could handle a lot. Most of her boyfriends had run for cover, long before she was ready to abandon her fantasies. They’d scrambled off into the sunset, screaming that she was weird. That she ought to see someone. Ought to get herself
seen to
.

Well maybe she could get seen to, right here. With a real man. Like Jake Stone.

She found herself ready to comply with anything he demanded at this precise moment, in the hopes he would allow her satisfaction ultimately. Perhaps, finally, she had met a man who understood her more unusual needs and wasn’t afraid to fulfil them. Although talking about her needs …

Jake Stone rose from his desk finally. She had been left kneeling there with his creamy come smeared all over her lips, dripping down her chin onto her achingly tight breasts. Not allowed to move, to wipe it away. The urgency of her mounting desires had hardly subsided and she was only left itching more strongly to bring her body’s pleasure to its rightful conclusion. She was so close to a raging orgasm she could scream.

He dragged a tissue from a box on his desk and approached her.

As he wiped his salty emissions from her, he spoke. ‘You see, I am not an unreasonable man. If you learn to please me, then things will be easier for you. You may even find I am prepared to reward you. Because you are mine now. I have decided to keep you.’

Now, she thought. Finally. He was going to let her come too.

He reached his fingers into the lace edges of her bra and found her nipple within. It was swollen and aching and so sensitive to the slightest touch that when he twisted it between his fingers and thumb she let out a moan.

So fast that she hardly knew what was happening, he had grasped her by the elbows and dragged her to her feet.

‘It would seem that I need to be firmer in my instruction. I thought I had told you not to speak without my permission.’ He pulled her over to his desk and forced her across it, face down. ‘Did I give you permission? Did I?’

She could not reply. He hadn’t allowed it. She lay over his desk and he stroked her back, lower and lower. His words sounded angry but his touch was gentle. His hands found their way to the rounded globes of her buttocks, kneading and squeezing.

Suddenly he yanked her panties down a little, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. He left them round the tops of her thighs creating another level of restraint, while exposing her crack and the bulging wet pussy between her legs to his gaze. Cally burned with shame. She had only met the man minutes ago.

‘I give you permission to reply to my question,’ he informed her. ‘What do you have to say to me about moaning when I clearly said you were to be silent?’

Hesitantly, she replied, knowing without any doubt that his permission to speak was simply code for the fact he required her to. ‘I couldn’t help it.’ She gasped the lame reply.

‘Wrong answer,’ he told her.

His hand lifted and landed on her fleshy buttocks in a single, stinging slap. Her breath hitched higher as the warmth built and spread outwards from the site of impact down between the slit of her pussy, making her already aroused clit glow.

‘Now apologise to mefor not being obedient.’ His open palm caressed the pain away, his fingers dipping lower and lower until they glided in a whisper across her moist, silken folds.

‘I’m … sorry.’ God, he must be able to feel how wet she was. How ready to come for him. Her answer was hesitant as she both dreaded and desired his touch. Her hips moved of their own volition as her clit sought his soothing touch.

The result was three forcefully slow, open-handed smacks upon her bottom cheeks.

‘That is no way to address me. How dare you be so familiar?’

Familiar? He was a total stranger. And she was lying across his desk as naked as a whore. With his long fingers roaming her cunt. And it made her horny. His punishing control made her horny. His disapproving comments shocked her intimate places into clenching and dripping with moisture as his strong fingers once more glided over her slick clit. Cally bit back a whimper of delight and waited for him to speak again, beyond speech in her ecstasy of pain and pleasure.

‘When you address me, here, you will remember to call me “sir”. You are my personal assistant and I decide everything that happens to you from now on. That makes me your superior, does it not?’ Jake reinforced his message with another slap, hard enough to drive her forward across the desk.

‘Yes, sir.’

He seemed pleased with her capacity to learn and obey and rewarded her suitably. He plunged two long fingers inside her gaping hole, which stretched to accommodate them, drawing the juice to flow as he plunged firmly in and out, several times.

Cally clasped her hands on the far edge of the desk to keep herself from pushing back into his hand, in case he thought she was trying to take control for her pleasure away from him and stopped. Her head was thrown back and she exhaled with a series of satisfied sighs. Her legs were so weak with need that if she wasn’t draped across the desk, they would not have been able to hold her at all.

Then his touch ended. She felt bereft, betrayed. Disappointed that still he was unwilling to allow her to come to fulfilment.

‘That is enough for now. You will only learn to satisfy me fully through denial.’

He gave her bottom a couple of firm slaps that, in her needy state, fell somewhere between torture and reward, ringing a peal of awareness straight through her humming clit. Wanting to die with frustration, she was ready to beg him to finish her off, any way he wanted. A few more spanks would be enough stimulation to make her come. And, God knows, she had waited long enough to find a man willing to excite her body that way.

‘You see, I haven’t forgotten your punishment, have I?’

‘No, sir,’ she ground out, her body trembling all over.

Jake walked away from her. ‘Put your clothes on. Tidy the mess you have made of my desk and then go and make me a coffee. Black, no sugar.’

That’s it?
‘Yes, sir.’

He gave her a half-smile. Jake sat back down at his desk and watched her intently through hooded eyes as she rose, hooked her fingers through the elastic of her panties and pulled the soaking bit of lace between her legs again. He appeared to enjoy her tortured reaction as the fabric rubbed relentlessly against her sensitive, moist cunt. He seemed to enjoy the fact that she was still quivering with a need he had steadfastly denied her.

He watched silently as she buttoned her blouse, pulled up her skirt and made herself look to all intents and purposes like a PA again, rather than his sex slave.

‘The kitchen is outside on the left. Throw the pantyhose in the bin on your way.’ He waved his hand in the general direction of the door. ‘Shut my door behind you and don’t allow it to make a noise.’

He opened his folder and went back to reading the papers on his desk.

This was her opportunity to head out that door and run for her life and Jake Stone was giving it to her. They both knew by now she wasn’t going to take it.

Cally told herselfshe was going to see this assignment through. Then she would make Jake Stone pay for everything he did to her. And everything he didn’t do. She would write the most thrilling, damaging exposé of Jake Stone’s life that he could ever imagine. She would make him sorry for everything. Put him in her power.

Meanwhile, although she could barely admit it to herself, right now she could get herself a bit of kinky pleasure, of a kind she liked and found hard to get out there in the
real
world. Short of joining a fetish club. And with a really sexy, dominant male.

Cally took a long time closing Jake’s office door, remembering what his specific instruction had been. Although everything took a lot longer this way, rather than her normal slam and run. It gave her plenty of time to think about what had happened, and sense every last inch of her reactive body. She began to realise that was part of the whole excitement in being submissive. She would have no control over anything. Even the time everything took. Everything happened at another person’s whim. Jake Stone’s.

She thought about him, even though she didn’t dare turn around and look. He was big and really well built. Most definitely worked out. The force of his hand when he spanked her was testimony to that, even though she was sure he was holding back. She wouldn’t want to see what he could do if she made him genuinely angry. Her bottom felt warm still and her pussy and nipples twinged in unison. He’d made her feel feminine and vulnerable. She knew she would have no chance standing up to him physically, no matter what he decided to do to her. She was really placing her safety in his hands.

What Cally remembered most were his eyes. Dark and penetrating. As if he could see right through her. Read her desires as if they were etched on her very soul. Although her body did a pretty good job of betraying her feelings to him too. He was the type of man she would have said yes to, if he’d picked her up in a nightclub. It gave her a thrill of anticipation about what was to come. Put a whole new spin on the term
office job.

Cally was silently congratulating herself on a job well done, when the door catch clicked quietly into place. She froze on the far side of the door. There was nothing she could have done to prevent the mechanism working. Had he heard?

Her heart sank as she heard Jake jump up so fast his chair nearly turned over. He pounded toward her, yanking open the door that had taken her several minutes to shut, in two seconds flat.

‘I told you to close the door silently. I thought we were getting somewhere. That you had understood. I give the instructions and you follow them. To the letter.’ He was raising his voice.