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  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 realworld. 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.

  Any protest about it not being her fault died on her lips as he grasped her wrist. He knew she couldn’t fulfil the task. He had set her up to fail, so he could punish her some more. God, he really got off on punishing her. His fingers circled her delicate bones easily and he pulled her back toward the centre of the room roughly.

  He grabbed the back of a chair, sat down heavily and heaved her easily, unsteady as she was on her stilettos, face down across his lap. He sat a moment until she had stopped struggling to right herself, and, no doubt, to give her a minute to consider what was coming next, then he smoothed the fabric of her skirt slowly but firmly over her bottom, copping a good, lengthy feel of the curves and valleys at the same time. So different to Mathers.

  Every second or third slow, precise word of his was accompanied by a firm spank. ‘When I order you to do something, you will do it immediately. Exactly the way I say it is to be done.’ On her already heated posterior, the feeling was excruciatingly fraught. Each beat hurt and excited in equal measure. She was already back to her squirming need to orgasm, writhing over his knee to get some relief.

  He ended up with three firm slaps. ‘Is that clear?’ Just so she was in no doubt, he ordered her response. ‘Answer me.’ He dragged her to her knees before him and curled his fingertips round her jaw to force her to look up at him.

  Cally could feel her face glowing to match her rear. From being upside down, from the humiliation of being spanked across a handsome stranger’s knee, and from the excitement that she was certain he could detect, building in her body and her mind.

  ‘Yes, sir. Yes.’ She was breathless. ‘I’m sorry.’

  He leant forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. His firm lips were a soft graze upon her throbbing ones. She longed for the blessing to continue, but he withdrew coldly from her.

  ‘Now it is clear to me,’ he began, ‘that I cannot allow you to return home. You will be retained in my service for 24 hours a day.’

  She opened her lips slightly as if to protest and his fingers bit into her jaw in reminder that she had no say in the matter.

  He continued. ‘At first I thought I could trust you to obey. To go home, still complying with my instructions, but I can see you are a wilful young woman. One who thinks she knows what is best for her. You need further correction and training before I can allow you a little freedom. You may respond.’

  ‘I –’

  He cut her short. ’You see. You have failed to thank me for allowing you a word. Again I am proven correct in my assessment of you. Wilful. This behaviour must be amended. You need to be corrected for your faults until you truly learn obedience to your employer.’ He leant in and rubbed his jaw along hers, inhaling her perfume. ‘Speak.’

  ‘Thank you, sir.’ He couldn’t have been closer to her if they had been copulating. Why could she not stop thinking about having sex with Jake Stone?

  He smiled and raised an eyebrow, signalling for her to continue.

  ‘My flatmate will be expecting me home tonight and I haven’t brought a change of clothing. I’m not ready to stay away from home.’

  ‘It does not matter to mewhether you think you are ready or not. That is what will happen to you. I make all the decisions regarding what you will and will not do. Am I clear now?’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Then thank me.’

  ‘Thank you, sir.’ Cally could not see how that changed anything. Her flatmate would worry. Her family too if they failed to hear from her. She would have to go home, whatever he said, and would do it as soon as she got the chance. Even though she would return the next day to suffer the consequences.

  He wasn’t so easily misled, apparently. He smiled that knowing half-smile, as if she could not possibly know as well as him what was good for her. ‘You will work here for me, during the day. At night you will stay in my apartment. That way you will be able to service all my needs. All the time.’ He kissed her again, more forcibly on the lips, as if he too anticipated with relish the services she would provide for him. He gave her the wordless signal she was coming to know so well already, that he expected her to thank him for his tolerance, his acceptance of her service.

  She obliged. ‘Thank you, sir.’

  ‘And to make certain you understand …’ He reached into his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone. Her phone. The one that had been sitting in her handbag on the floor when she tried to leave to make coffee. ‘You will send a text to your flatmate. To your famil
y. To all the people in your life, that might question your disappearance. I will tell you what to text.’

  He handed her the phone. ‘Take my dictation, Miss Hammond.’

  His tone of voice revealed to her, most clearly, that he wasn’t about to trust her. That he would expect her to do as he commanded but would check her work. And that she would be more than sorry if she failed to obey his wishes. To the letter.

  She complied, biting the inside of her cheek in abject frustration that she had been out-manoeuvred. He seemed to understand her feelings and, if his smile was anything to go by, enjoy himself all the more at her suffering.

  The message he created suggested that she was about to take a little time away, so not to worry. She’d be in touch. It went out to everyone who mattered, including Mathers at the newspaper. It was as if Jake Stone knew more about her life than he possibly could.

  He then retrieved her phone from her fingers and deleted the number of her latest boyfriend, telling her as he did so – and how the hell did he know that anyway? Then put the phone – her phone – back into his pocket. Her isolation was complete.

  Cally began to realise she might possibly have bitten off more than she could chew. She had been playing with fire and everyone knew what happened to girls who played with fire. They got well and truly burned.

  A welter of emotions welled up inside her. Anger, excitement, humiliation, sexual frustration. Everything became too much and tears surged and ran down her face. It wasn’t like her at all.

  Jake Stone appeared to look sympathetic. Then annoyed. ‘Come, come,’ he tutted. ‘You are here to please me, not yourself. Put your own feelings aside. It will be better for you if you only feel what I allow you to feel. Is that not so?’ He wiped his thumbs across her cheekbones, gathering up the droplets, then slowly pushed his thumbs into her mouth, one at a time, so she could taste the bitter saltiness of her own tears.

  She nodded her head as he encouraged her to suckle on his thumbs, one by one. He then clasped her head between his hands and bent to kiss her, entering the warm, dark cavern of her mouth with his tongue. He jerked her head until she got the message that he expected her to suckle his tongue in a similar way to how she had suckled his thumbs.