PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (5 page)

He enjoyed watching her lean back against the counter, believing herself to be alone, as he worked more frantically on his own desperate member. It heightened his thrill immensely to see her work her magic on her own body. Needs that he had induced in her, with his firm control. His breathing was laboured now, his need for release hitched and tightening, like his balls, which throbbed in response to the feel of his hands, rubbing over his hot flesh.

Jake speeded up his hand’s pace as it covered the distance from hard root to hot tip. He jerked and yanked as he watched her. He delighted in the uninhibited play of sheer erotic pleasure running across her features, thinking herself unobserved, as she slid her skirt up over her firm, naked thighs and let those fingers slip beneath the crotch of her white panties, her legs parting in desperate invitation.

Her hooded eyelids, panting breaths, and stifled moans of pleasure helped him to imagine it was Cally’s cool, licked fingers playing with his hot, rigid pole. He would punish the cock-teasing little bitch, fucking with his mind as she played with her food. The way he wanted her to play with his own hot meat. It brought him to a swift, explosive climax and he had to suppress a howl as he came, hard. He used a tissue to clean himself up and fixed his trousers.

Jake allowed her busy little hands to delve and dive in the hot, wet delights of her aching pussy for a few moments longer until he observed her hips starting to thrust and writhe in pleasure. He carefully observed her countenance turn from soft and indulgent to tightly seeking, at which point he walked to his office door and shouted at her to come back to the office, immediately.

Jake couldn’t help his lips curving into a wry smile as he saw her jump and start at his sharp tone, on his monitor. She hurriedly righted her clothes and he knew he left her on that frantic edge, where she would soon jump in any direction he asked. Poor little darling. Mathers’ little sex slave.

The tight muscle twitched in Jake’s jaw again.

He would have to find another outlet for all his pent-up energy. For now.

Chapter Three

C
ALLY FELT EMBARRASSED
. She knew Jake Stone could have no idea what she had been doing in the kitchen, but she couldn’t help feeling her flushed face was signalling her embarrassment like a waving flag.

‘You didn’t have to rush,’ he commented, casually.

He could obviously see how pink her cheeks were and that her breathing rate was raised and thought it was because she had been hurrying. Thankfully. She would have been mortified if he’d had any inkling that he had caught her trying a bit of self-help, in his kitchen. And she’d got so damned close. She discreetly checked her clothes were in order as she waited for his instructions.

‘There’s a large paper shredder in the basement. I want you to take the contents of the filing cabinet and shred everything.’

Cally’s eyes widened in amazement. She hesitated and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Jake reacted. ‘Do you have a problem dealing with useless information?’

‘No, sir.’ She started toward the cabinet. She wasn’t ready for another humiliating spanking. She might just come all over his lap and even if she wanted the satisfaction, she wasn’t about to give him any.

‘All that paperwork is nothing to do with my business. It was left by the previous owners. Just a lot of rubbish.’

And she’d wasted time searching through it. That would explain the key left in the lock. Jake Stone didn’t strike her as the kind of man who was careless about important information.

‘I want you to take it one sheet at a time.’

What the hell? One sheet at a time, down to the basement to shred? There were hundreds of them. ‘Yes, sir.’ Cally’s reply came out on a sigh. If they had been worth looking at, she would have jumped at the opportunity to scrutinise each and every page. But she already knew they revealed nothing. And Jake Stone had just confirmed that fact. Perhaps the basement would be more fruitful, but she doubted it. He didn’t trust her yet so she had to be careful.

‘That way you can get a very good look at the papers. Read each one, just in case I’ve overlooked anything of importance.’

Cally could swear she heard a tone of amusement in his voice, but she must be imagining it in her fraught, frustrated state. He couldn’t possibly know she already had.

The work took hours. By the time she had finished, she was sweaty and exhausted and her legs were screaming in agony in those high heels. There was no lift, just two flights of stairs. Down and up and down and up. She had tried, a couple of times, to sneak a few sheets at a time, to speed up the process, but despite his casual neglect, he must have been watching her like a hawk.

‘I think you’ve accidently picked up two there, Cally. Put them back. Do it just the way I said it. One sheet at a time. I wouldn’t want you to miss anything important.’

This was definitely going in her report. What a power trip. It was like some stupid army punishment. And that got her thinking. He’d better not ask her to clean the bathroom with a toothbrush or she was out of here. Job or no stinking newspaper job.

When she was done, she came and stood back in front of his desk. He eventually acknowledged her. ‘Oh, is that you finished already, Cally?’

What a joker.‘Yes, sir.’

‘Well, it’s been a long first day. I expect you’re dying to go home.’

‘Yes, sir.’ She was beginning to feel like a parrot. And she wasn’t sure she was dying to go to his home, but it might be her best chance yet of getting something really juicy on Jake Stone. Something really revealing.

He looked at her hard. ‘You did well for your first day, Cally.’

She could almost believe he meant it. Although she couldn’t see how ordering some clothes and shredding some useless papers was anything to crow about. That only meant he was happy she was so compliant.

If he only knew.

Jake led her back to the basement and through a locked door. She’d tried it earlier. It was an underground car park with a lone Aston Martin resting on the concrete. Black with dark windows. The guy had class. And money. Cars like that didn’t come cheap. What did he do for a living that earned him that sort of money? For the life of her, she had been there a whole day and had no better idea than the moment she’d first arrived. Something that elusive had to be dodgy, if not downright illegal, especially with no paper trail. And all the better for her story, just as soon as she could figure it out.

Jake used a remote control to unlock the door with a click. The sound reminded her of something, but she couldn’t remember what. Just another remote locking device, she figured. She was exhausted.

He opened the car door for her, politely, as if she was his date rather than the PA he’d been abusing all day. It was crazy. She got in the passenger side and fixed her seatbelt. A man like Jake Stone just had to be a recklessly fast driver.

He got in beside her and picked up a silky scarf. ‘Turn around a little. You’re going to wear a blindfold.’

So he didn’t want her knowing where he lived. Well, she could try and work it out through direction changes and sounds on the way.

He turned the engine on and the music up so loud that her second intention was a non-starter. And he drove so fast, just as she thought he would, that after the first few turns she had no idea at all what direction they were heading in. The journey lasted about an hour, by her reckoning, in which he didn’t speak at all. It was kind of unnerving, in the darkness of a blindfold. All her senses were on edge.

By the time he turned off the engine and pulled off her blindfold, she found they were in another underground car park, pretty much like the one she had just left. It was as weird as if he had driven her around for an hour and returned to the same location.

He led the way to an elevator and hit the top floor button. It opened directly into a luxury penthouse apartment. Everything screamed money.

‘There’s a shower through there.’ Jake indicated a door on her right. ‘Go and clean up.’

For a moment she had visions of that toothbrush and being told to sanitise the bathroom. But she realised he was offering her the use of the shower. She felt so grubby she was ready to jump at the opportunity.

He left her alone too, which was a blessing. She stripped off her clothes and stood under the overhead jet, letting warm water cascade pleasantly over her aching muscles. The first truly relaxing thing she had done all day. Her body still thrummed with the frustrations he had made her feel, which flooded to the fore just as soon as she started to run soapy hands over her own skin.

The shower door opened. Jake stepped in beside her. Naked.

Cally tried to cover herself with her arms. Jake ignored the gesture. ‘Wash me,’ he commanded, handing her a bottle of shower gel. ‘All over.’

So she wasn’t off duty yet.

Jake turned his back on her and waited. He was one fit example of male humankind. She could see the definition of the muscles, even in his back. And as she glimpsed furtively downward, she knew how that cliché “buns of steel” came about.

She squeezed a great dollop of gel into her hands and, rubbing them together to distribute it, started on the expanse of his back. Gently at first, her touch got bolder, more definite as he flexed in the warmth under her hands. His muscles were hard and hot beneath her fingers which she ran up his spine, over the back of his neck, and into his hairline. Her hands trailed up and over his taut shoulders and followed down the powerful strength of his upper arms.

Cally was beginning to relax in the steam again, as if she soaped strange naked men every day of the week. She was getting lost in the focus on her task when Jake turned around. He looked into her eyes. ‘Now the front.’

It was very different with him watching her. She couldn’t hide her nakedness from his gaze and obey his orders at the same time. As she ran her hands gently over the bunched hills and valleys of his chest, her breathing grew rapidly shallow. This was one guy who seriously pumped iron. Jake returned the stare, long and hard, running his eyes down over her whole body. They rested for a long time on her full breasts, which were practically touching his naked chest and bounced as she reached. Her consciousness of how her body moved before him made her heated and alert.

She didn’t even have to look any lower to know he was fully erect already. The guy was insatiable.

Jake grabbed the bottle from the shelf. ‘I’ll wash you now.’

‘No. It’s OK,’ she protested.

He gave her a look that clearly said it wasn’t an invitation.

Jake placed his soapy palms straight over her breasts. No leading up to it or anything. This guy knew exactly what he wanted and went for it. Cally’s breath hitched. The sensation of his slippery hands attempting to grasp and knead was a tormenting delight. His fingers tried and deliberately failed to gain purchase on her erect nipples, making her squirm with sensation.

She found herself widening her stance, opening her legs and tempting his hands to work their magic on her frustrated clit.

‘Touch me,’ he demanded, his voice a heated growl.

She knew he was as ready to come as she was, as her willing hand gently sought his erect shaft. It twitched, thick and alive inside her encircling palm. She stroked firmly down to the base with slithering hands which glided over his hot skin. When her fingertips tickled his tight balls, she saw his eyes, beneath their hooded lids, signal raw pleasure.

‘Faster,’ he gasped. He was thrusting firmly into her hand now.

He had her crushed against the wet wall of the shower, grinding her breasts beneath his hands. Cally knew she had to do something or he would be satisfied all over again, leaving her wanting and desperate. She didn’t think she could last another minute without being allowed to come. He’d had her on the brink, all day.

She released her hold abruptly.

Jake planted his hands on the walls either side of her head and looked murderously at her.

‘Me first,’ she pleaded, eyes wide with apprehension.

Jake glared at her for a moment then gave a tight laugh. ‘You clever little bitch,’ he ground out. He turned her effortlessly and thrust her against the wall, pressing her there tightly with one hand planted between her shoulder blades. She tried to pull back, but he held her there as easily as if she was a wet sponge. He grasped his own aching rod and jerked it the few times he needed to bring his tension to a head.

Ramming his body up against hers, he rubbed sinuously against her firm buttocks and back as the hot semen shot from his cock and poured over her skin. He growled out his moan of release.

Jake kept her in the position until his orgasm had fully abated. Then he whispered in her ear. ’So you want to come, do you? Well, you’ll have to please me enough to earn it.’ He breathed deeply for a moment. ‘Please me enough and I’ll have you screaming as you come beneath me. That’s a promise.’

The very idea made Cally’s pussy clench with need.

Jake took more gel and soaped his come from her back and buttocks, letting his fingers explore deeply the chasm between, as he slipped a soapy thumb firmly into her tight anus. She writhed beneath his incursion. He ran hot hands around her hips, over her flat belly, working down to the soft mound at the apex of her thighs.

‘Lovely,’ he murmured, beside her ear, as his fingers trailed through the soft, wet, downy hair and naked pubic flesh, discovering how intimately she waxed, lower and lower until they invaded her slick pink slit. His fingers held her pussy lips apart, denying her the friction of his active fingers on her sensitive clit. ‘I will say when you get to come, Cally. Your body is no longer yours to do what you want with. It belongs to me and anyone else I say you will share it with. Are we clear?’

Cally nodded, her abject frustration heightened to new peaks. What would it take to please this guy?

‘Now you will have to be punished, for thinking you can control what happens. Trying to control me. You understand I have no other choice?’

Cally wanted to tell Jake to fuck off. Game over. She was almost ready to run home and throw herself on the mercy of her wimp of a boyfriend. Or Mathers. He had made it clear enough he wanted to fuck her, countless times. But she found underneath all the frustrations a part of her was still excited by the thrill of a hunk of raw masculinity, like Jake Stone, dominating her totally. The strict rule of a sexually controlling man was a turn-on like none she’d ever known before. And she wasn’t ready to let it end yet.

Nor was she ready to admit to Mathers she wasn’t up to the job. The real one she’d get, after this test.

Jake pinned her wrists together in one hand and, slamming off the water with his free hand, pulled her from the shower cubicle. He dragged her across the hall and into a huge bedroom. In the space stood a large frame with metal rings fixed firmly into it.

Jesus. What was this guy into? ‘Don’t, Jake.’ She was nervous.

‘I had hoped this wouldn’t be necessary,’ he intimated, sounding completely untruthful to Cally’s ears. She just knew he got off on stuff like this. But despite her apprehension at putting herself so fully under Jake’s control, she experienced a moment of thrilling excitement about what was to come.

He shackled one wrist with a leather restraint to the overhead crossbeam at one corner, and the other wrist to the opposite side, then stood back to appreciate his work. Cally rested on the balls of her feet with her arms stretched up to either side, above her. Water ran down her naked body and pooled on the plush carpet beneath her. He didn’t seem to care she was ruining the soft furnishings.

‘What are you going to do to me?’ Mixed with excitement was a growing sense of trepidation. She didn’t know this guy. Had no idea exactly what he was capable of. How far his perversions ran. But that, she admitted, was part of the thrill.

‘If you speak, I’ll gag you.’ Jake wasn’t about to answer her questions. He left her alone in the room, switching off the light and plunging her into complete darkness.

Deprived of light, Cally’s other senses strengthened. She strained her ears and could occasionally hear Jake moving about in another part of the apartment. She could hear faint strains of soft music. Her wet skin started to cool rapidly. It wasn’t cold, but there was a chill running over her previously heated skin which intensified the sensations coursing through her. Over everything rode a driving need to be sexually sated. Squirm as she might, with her hands restrained there was nothing she could do to help herself now.