PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (6 page)

She was truly at Jake Stone’s mercy in every sense of the word. She had never felt so much need to please a man, so that he might acquiesce to pleasure her. Right now, she wasn’t above begging. And when he finally agreed to fuck her, she’d fuck him right back. The way any investigative journalist would. One pleasure rivalled the other for dominance in her mind.

Cally had no real idea how long he left her there. It felt like a very long time. Time she was alone with her thoughts. Time she was alone with her intense bodily sensations. Time to admit she was every bit as perverse as previous boyfriends had suggested when she wanted to play these wicked, dangerous games. Only Jake Stone seemed man enough to handle them. Handle her. Was she woman enough to handle him and whatever it was he wanted to do to her? She didn’t think she had much choice in the matter.

If she could have any wish in the world right now, she wanted Jake to take her, like this, hard and fast and full on. She doubted she would get her wish.

When the door was flung open suddenly, Cally started in alarm. He walked up behind her in silence and tied a soft silk cloth around her eyes. He wanted her to remain in darkness.

She heard the light switch on and knew she was exposed to his unadulterated view. Naked. Without any way to hide herself from his sight. Her skin prickled in anticipation.

Something touched her and it wasn’t skin. She drew in a sharp breath as Jake trailed something cool and long and flexible across her back, up her spine, sending shivers following it.

He had a whip. He was going to whip her.

She felt it trail over her stomach, around each breast and across each peaked, sensitive nipple. When it touched the inside of her thigh, she jumped and started to shake as it slid upwards and through the wet folds between her legs. He worked it gently backwards and forwards across her clit until Cally started to relax into the pleasurable sensation as she rode the ridged leather.

She moaned. It was instantly withdrawn and she felt a sting as it lashed her buttocks. And again. It caressed then, where it had previously stung. Jake slid it up her back, over her shoulder, and across her cheek. She flinched, scared he would strike her on the face.

She heard the whoosh of air as it flew, and the next exquisite smart landed squarely on her nipple. Cally cried out. She twisted in a blend of pain and pleasure that melded into one. A soft mouth and tongue lathed the hurt away, then withdrew. A second lash, harder even than the first, tingled through her other nipple, and the pain rose warm and sharp through her breast, forcing an echoing response from her cunny. It flooded with her juices and she wanted more than anything to feel a hard cock rammed into her cunt, to bring it some relief.

His tongue teased the hurt away from her breast as she struggled and moaned to make him see her pussy’s aching need for pleasure.

Jake responded by punishing her nipples again, stinging each one twice in rapid succession, his aim on their most sensitive centres truly deadly. Cally cried out as he suckled at the sharpness with firm intent, his fingers biting into the surrounding flesh, which he manipulated roughly. She found herself squirming and moaning her frustrated desires. Who thought pain could heighten such pleasure?

He walked around her. She could hear the sound of his shallow breathing and knew he got off on this as much as she did.

Cally felt Jake press his body up close behind her. He was fully clothed now. He started to tease the sensitive skin behind her ear with his breath and tongue, lifting the long, wet strands of her hair aside with one hand. He nibbled her earlobe, making her gasp as his teeth bit softly into her flesh. He seemed to lean over her and she felt the lash of the whip land on her pussy. Once, twice, three times. The firm stimulation made her cry out again as her vagina clenched around the invisible cock that her imagination sought desperately for.

He walked around her again.

She sensed him kneel before her. He lifted her left thigh to one side, his strong arm supporting the weight of her leg. Her sharp intake of breath acknowledged his mouth and questing tongue that tipped her clit then lathed firmly the full length of her pussy slit, circling the swollen bud, before leaving her bereft again.

She stood for aching moments wondering where he was, and what he would do next. He was so silent she could not be certain, until the whip descended once more on her buttocks.

‘Count,’ he demanded in a growl, after the first lash.

‘One.’

It fell again. ‘Count each of them,’ he reminded. ‘I will not stop until you do.’

‘Two.’

The third stroke was even harder than the first two.

‘Three.’ She could barely speak between held breaths and the rapid exhalations that registered the smart of the whip.

The next three came swiftly in succession.

‘Four, five, six – please …’

‘Do you have something you wish to say to me?’ he asked in a whisper.

‘I’m sorry.’ She’d never apologised so much in her life.

His warm hand caressed the stinging of her buttocks.

‘What are you sorry for, Cally?’

‘That I tried to make you touch me, in the shower.’

‘Who is in control?’ He trailed the whip languorously over her skin again, as a little reminder.

She shivered. ‘You are, sir.’

‘Good, Cally. It is goodthat you know it. And when will you be allowed to attain your orgasm?’

‘When you tell me I may.’

‘And when will that be?’

‘When I please you enough.’

Jake reached around her and suddenly plunged two fingers deeply into Cally’s dripping cunt. He agitated the fingers strongly, using his thumb to flick at her clit until she was gasping. His other hand tweaked her hard nipples, raising the sensations in a mighty crescendo.

‘Do you want to say anything to me, Cally?’

She could barely gasp out the words. ‘Thank you, sir.’

Cally instantly came so violently she screamed and her knees buckled. Her vaginal muscles clamped down strongly on his questing fingers.

‘You have pleased me, Cally,’ Jake whispered in her ear, pulling away the blindfold. Her eyes remained shut against the sudden light.

He held her firmly upright against him with an arm clamped about her waist as he undid the restraints. The aftershocks of the long-delayed ecstasy surged through her so strongly she could hardly stand unaided. Jake lifted her, gently placing his arm beneath her knees, and carried her across to the bed. He placed her on it and pulled a cover over her exhausted, naked form, leaving her to sleep.

At some time in the depths of the night, a sleepless Jake Stone returned to the bedroom where Cally lay. He turned back the cover and offered her his hand. On being awoken, she took it and allowed him to lead her, naked, from the room. Cally was too exhausted, physically and emotionally, to do anything else but follow where he led. He took her through to his own bedroom and settled her down between his warm covers. He climbed in bed beside her and stroked her hair until she slept again.

Jake lay awake, on his side, for a long time, watching Cally sleep. He had never invited a woman undergoing training into his bed before and it disturbed him. But what disturbed him more was the way he had lain awake thinking about her all alone in her bed, while he was all alone in his.

It wasn’t as if he’d even brought her through to fuck her either. Although, right now, he wanted to do that too. He’d fetched her because it made him feel better, having her beside him. And that was the very reason why he wouldn’t allow himself to touch her. He had to maintain some control over himself too.

Jake watched her softly breathing and stroked the inner wrist of the arm she left sprawled outside the covers with his thumb. A thumb that would do all sorts of dangerous things to her body and her mind tomorrow.

He lay for a long time just looking at her. His mind was filled with the reasons why he was behaving so differently this time. He concluded that it was because she was reacting very differently to the other women he had trained.

He liked being dominant. Always had. Enjoyed the challenge of the women who fought it. But Cally didn’t fight it. And it was more than just the deception she believed she was working under.

Deep inside, she liked the role of being submissive to him. He would stake his job on it. Every fibre of his gut instinct told him she got off on it. It turned her on quicker than any woman he had ever known. And that turned him on too.

Jake knew he had to keep a mental distance.

He laughed softly, realising that taking her, naked and vulnerable, to sleep in his bed, wasn’t a very good start to the resolution. But he just couldn’t leave her lying there all alone after the punishing day they’d both had. He’d covered three days’ training in one and it had pushed them both to the limit.

Quite frankly he was concerned he had enough control to know when to stop.

Jake brushed the blonde hair back from her forehead. He wished he could sleep as peacefully as Cally. He bent over and softly grazed her lips with his, then jumped back. What the hell did he think he was doing?

Jake got up and went through to pour himself a slug of brandy. Downed it in one. Then he spent an hour on his treadmill, driving the devil out of him, showered and went to sleep in the spare room he had rescued Cally from. He was struck by the irony.

The sooner her training was finished and he returned her, fully compliant and totally submissive to Mathers’ sexual demands – job completed – the better. Then he could get back to his life as normal.

Chapter Four

C
ALLY AWOKE ALONE
in the bed. Jake’s bed. As she came to, she recalled him coming and leading her there.

She’d thought he wanted her, finally. But she couldn’t recall him touching her at all. Except in a dream, where he’d kissed her.

Cally put her fingers to her lips. Only in her dreams.

She heard muted sounds off in the distance. Jake was moving around up the hall somewhere. Her clothes had been left in the bathroom last night and she had nothing in here to wear. Last night came back to her in powerful images. Being in the shower with Jake, the bondage and correction, and him stimulating her, at long last, to a grinding orgasm.

She could feel her cheeks burning. Especially with the growing knowledge that, far from feeling sated, she was as frustrated as before. Jake Stone had kept her at such a pitch of excitement for so long that it was going to take nothing less than a whole football team fucking her to make her feel satisfied. Or one man. But he didn’t seem to want to take her, that way. Even when he had her naked in his bed.

It was clearly the torture he got off on.

Cally looked around for something to cover up in. She saw the white shirt Jake had been wearing yesterday hanging over the edge of the laundry basket and, checking he wasn’t about to enter the room, slipped out of bed and quickly put it on. It smelled of him. She already recognised his scent and reacted to it.

What she really needed was a quick morning orgasm, to take the edge off her nervous sensitivity. Jake was never going to oblige. In fact, he would most likely leave her feeling more desperate than ever.

She thought about a rapid self-help job while he was busy elsewhere, and her hand strayed to one breast and started the process with a little friction on one willingly responsive nipple. It felt oh so tender from the sting of the whip he had expertly administered the previous night. Not enough to really hurt but excruciating enough to make her cry out and want to come. He’d done it before, she just knew. No one got that expert without a lot of practice. On his PAs?

She halted. She knew she should really take the opportunity to search his bedroom. It might not present itself to her so easily again. Cally released her yearning body and sighed as she started a quiet search of a chest of drawers. Mathers better be really grateful to her for going through all of this.

She found clothes. Neatly stacked, all clean and pressed. Edges perfectly aligned. This guy must have been in the army. Or had a strictly dominant mama. The thought of that amused her no end. She had visions of tying Jake to that restraint frame herself and giving him a taste of what he had given her last night. The picture of his strong buttocks quivering under the sting of a fully realised lashing made the pulse in her pussy start ticking all over again. The fantasy of the tingle of the whip punishing his horny, throbbing cock, until he agreed to use it to fuck her as hard as she wanted, found her naughty fingers straying between her damp pussy lips.

Damn it. She couldn’t get her mind off sex. This wouldn’t get the room searched. She reluctantly went back to the task.

In the bottom drawer, buried beneath a heap of stuff, she found a photograph album. Now that was more interesting. Shocking. Each page held the photograph of a different woman. Naked, blindfolded. Bound. Was this the string of previous PAs he had employed? Had the bastard kept a record to remind him of their humiliation? Did he lie in bed at night and masturbate as he looked at these photographs, remembering what he had done to each one?

The album was pretty full. So many women. And there were still empty pages. Did he plan to put her picture amongst them? The thought both shocked and excited her. Maybe she was as weird as her boyfriends had made out.

Cally became conscious of noises in the distance and rapidly thrust the evidence back. She would try to remove one of the photographs later. The whole thing, if she could smuggle it out. It made her realise she would have to endure another day and night. Her heart beat rapidly at the thought.

She had barely straightened up when Jake pushed his head through the door. He looked at her standing in his shirt as if he liked what he saw. She swallowed.

‘I’ve made breakfast. Come through and have some. We’ve got a hard day ahead.’

Hard. Even the stupid word gave her a thrill.

Jake led her to the kitchen. He piled scrambled eggs onto wholewheat toast and indicated she should sit and eat.

‘Pour yourself juice. You didn’t eat last night and it’s important to keep your strength up.’

Cally found herself wondering what he had in store for her with those words, but she was hungry and tucked straight in. She noticed he served himself bacon too, the bastard. She would have loved a couple of greasy great rashers right now, but she remembered he’d said she wasn’t getting to eat meat, and kept quiet about it.

‘There’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom and your clothes have been delivered. I’ve put out the ones I want you to wear today, in the spare room. I’ve got people coming in and want you appropriately dressed.’ Jake tossed back about a pint of juice and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as it slipped down.

His words had Cally worried. What did he mean by appropriate? She supposed he just meant looking like an efficient PA. But she couldn’t help recalling the type of clothes she had been asked to order yesterday. Of the distracting kind.

‘Do you want me to clean up first?’ she asked him, indicating the breakfast dishes.

‘No need. I have someone who comes in every day to do that.’

Cally wondered if he abused his daily help too. Wondered if that woman’s picture joined the ranks of naked victims portrayed in his album. It was another potential source of information for her report, she realised. And perhaps the reason why his clothes were so perfect. The staff got beaten if they weren’t organised to the master’s satisfaction. God, what a monster. Yet she felt her body yearning to feel that firm control herself again, already.

‘Put your hair up tightly,’ he ordered.

She went off to shower and dress. He had left her cosmetic bag, removed from her handbag, by the wash basin. He was certainly a planner. Cally supposed he couldn’t behave in the controlling way he did if he wasn’t.

She stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. The reflection of the restraint frame behind her outlined her body in faint mockery of the woman who stared back. It wasn’t her. She didn’t dress like this.

The change was only temporary, she told herself.

She was wearing stockings and suspenders that made her feel very sexy. Like she was going out to a club. Hunting for some fun. The faint bulges of the fasteners revealed themselves on her thighs, through the shortest little skirt she’d ever worn. She could hardly move without the darkened tops of the black stockings revealing themselves below the hem of her grey skirt. Slutty. Didn’t he say he had people coming in?

At least the black blouse was roomy enough to cover her fully. She could hardly tuck it in the waistband of her skirt, though, which was so tight there was no room to breathe. The heels of these black shoes were higher than her own, if that was possible. For a moment she thought she might swap them, thinking he would never notice, but decided to forgo the pleasure of a beating for disobedience before she had even set out for the office. The clothes he’d selected for her to wear made her feel chastised enough already.

The journey to the office was a repeat of last night’s, in reverse. It made her feel very uncomfortable, though. She knew, no matter how still she sat, that the little skirt rode up her thighs exposing not just the tops of her stockings, but her bare flesh above them. Cally just knew he would be staring at her body.

‘My visitors will be here first thing, so make coffee for three,’ Jake demanded, as soon as they arrived.

‘Yes, sir.’

Jake smiled at her. How quickly he believed she had fallen into the role of his demure little PA, she thought scornfully. Today, she would watch like a hawk to see where he kept the keys to his desk. The sooner she got everything she wanted, the sooner she could be out of here.

A thought flew unbidden into her mind that one of the things she wanted was to be well and truly serviced by Jake Stone, before she left. He owed her that much. She would tease him so badly he wouldn’t be able to help himself.

She heard the visitors arrive. Jake went to greet them. He called to her to serve the coffee straight away, as he passed with them along the corridor to the main office.

Cally gave the loaded tray a quick once-over to satisfy herself that all was as it should be. Not a biscuit in sight. She carried it carefully through. It wasn’t easy balancing in the height of her catwalk heels and she was embarrassed enough to be aware that the skirt was still riding up as she moved and must be revealing her stocking tops and thighs with every step she took.

They were all watching. She didn’t have to look at any one of them to realise that. The intense silence said it all.

She stood by Jake’s desk, waiting for him to give a command. She didn’t want to be trapped in an awkward situation in front of these strangers for doing wrong.

Two men, about the same age as Jake Stone, sat in the room. The stares of all three were disconcerting. There was an air of tension in the room as if they were all waiting for something to begin.

Cally didn’t like it. She didn’t like it one little bit. Nerves prickled along her spine, remembering yesterday. He wouldn’t. Would he?

‘Ah, here’s Cally with the coffee. Thank you. Put it here on the desk.’

Jake indicated a place where she would have to lean across to place the tray, making her skirt ride up even further. She put it down closer to her side of the desk than that and slid it along with a hand. That foiled his little nonsense, she thought smugly.

‘Biscuits!’ Jake exclaimedloudly, making Cally jump. ‘You didn’t bring my guests any biscuits.’ He stared at her with an almost imperceptible smirk on his face. ‘You would like a biscuit or two with your coffee, I’m sure?’ He addressed the two men, who both agreed without taking their hooded eyes from Cally once.

She began to burn, seeing where this was going. Jake Stone was determined to embarrass her in front of these men. She turned on her heel and left, hearing them pass fake pleasantries about the state of the congested roads in the city into which she could read all sorts of innuendo. She piled up a plate with biscuits and took a deep breath before returning. Remember those desk keys, she kept reminding herself.

Cally placed the plate beside the tray and saw that the bunch of keys was on the desktop beside Jake. She couldn’t get them just yet, but as soon as his back was turned …

‘My new PA, Cally, is very pretty,’ Jake announced. ‘Don’t you agree?’

‘Very pretty,’ one of the visitors replied. Cally was disturbed by the growly tone of arousal in his voice. This wasn’t normal. But she couldn’t pretend that any of this was. She stared straight ahead, hoping Jake would dismiss her.

‘She has beautiful breasts.’

Cally couldn’t believe what Jake had just said about her in front of the others. Her face warmed in humiliation and she had to force herself not to turn and flee. The alluded-to part of her anatomy was heaving in abject alarm.

‘Take off your blouse, Cally,’ Jake ordered. ‘Show my guests your beautiful breasts.’

Cally’s eyes flew pleadingly to Jake’s. It was one thing to do this in front of him. Quite another to have an avid audience.

The look he gave her chilled her. She knew immediately what his raised eyebrow signalled. Punishment. God, don’t let him spank me in front of them, she pleaded silently. Her fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse.

She stared at the wall as she slowly undid the buttons from top to bottom.

Jake gave another instruction. ‘Remove the blouse completely, so they can see your breasts properly.’

Cally swallowed down the lump in her throat. There was no way out of this. Running would only bring down a whole heap of Jake’s wrath upon her. He wasn’t the type of man who liked to be crossed. She pulled the material from her shoulders and let it slide down to the floor. She could smell their potent male interest, as three pairs of eyes riveted themselves to her full breasts, clad only in the sheer, white lacy little bra Jake had selected for her this morning. Her heart pounded and she could hear the shallow, erratic breathing of the three men who watched her.

‘Is she not lovely?’ Jake whispered.

‘Beautiful.’

‘Oh yes.’

Their testosterone pounded. Cally wanted to flee, yet somewhere inside she discovered a thrilling sensation burgeoning. Jake might be in control of her, but she was most definitely in control of all three of them. She could practically hear their male appendages twitching in their trousers. One of them shifted in his discomfort.

‘Now, Cally.’ Jake’s voice was the most controlled of the three. ‘How can my guests fully appreciate your charms when you refuse to reveal them?’

Her eyes fixed on his again. Surely he didn’t want her to …? He nodded his assent and although his eyes were on hers, she knew his visitors’ eyes were angled much lower down. She reached back and unhooked the fastening, letting the lace cups drop away from her fullness, exposing herself completely for their hot appreciation. She wished she could slow her breathing, so aware was she of the fall and rise of her breasts.

She was mortified to realise her nipples were hard and pebbled, revealing her excitement to the spectators. Thank God they couldn’t tell how wet she was becoming between her thighs.

Suddenly one of the men spoke. ‘I would like to touch them.’ He addressed this request to Jake, acknowledging his ownership of the woman standing displayed before them.

Cally’s panic grew, which made her breasts heave more than ever as her rate of breathing increased. She knew her alarm excited all of them even more.

Jake spoke sharply to her. ‘You heard my guest. He wants to touch you and you will allow it.’ He indicated that she should walk up to the man and make her body available to him.