The Taking of Clara (2 page)

Clara,
being the fuller woman, knew what it meant to have a man who could take her.
All of her dates ended in disappointment as none of them wanted to date the
‘fat’ girl. That continued to be her label—the fat friend to the skinny girl.
She knew her friend, Tara, meant well. She just wished blind dating would bring
her something more than disappointment.

By
lunch time her nerves were frayed. She checked the clock constantly waiting for
the time when she could leave to go to her meeting. The moment her lunch hour
came she ran to the café, wrapping the red scarf around her neck. She ordered a
coffee with another bagel, and then took a seat where the man on the phone had
told her to.

With
her back to the door, she tried not to keep glancing around. She knew the
chance of the stranger staying would be a long shot after he saw her. Luckily,
the coffee tasted delicious. She lifted her bagel to her mouth when he sat down.
Her boss stared at her, waved to the waitress then removed his jacket.

For
several moments she stared at him, not knowing what to do. His piercing brown
eyes studied her.

“Mr.
Johnson, I’m supposed to meet someone here,” she said, trying not to stammer.
How could anyone tell their boss to go away?

“I
know who you’re supposed to meet, Clara. You’re sitting right in front of him.”
His voice made her freeze. The article in the paper requested a paid
physical
companion. She placed her bagel
on the plate, her appetite gone. Reading the advert in the paper left her with
no illusions. A paid physical companion pretty much asked for a woman willing
to have sex. She wasn’t stupid.

“I
think I made a mistake.” She reached for her bag with the intention to stand
when he stopped her, his hand on her wrist.

“Sit
down.” He didn’t ask but ordered.

She
followed through with his order. She had to obey him. Matthew was her boss. She
needed her job more than she needed to leave the café. When had her life become
all about money?

“You
applied for the position of my companion.”

Each
of his words made her cringe. “I’m sorry,” she said. What else could she say?

“Don’t
be sorry. I’m intrigued by you, Clara.”

She
gazed around the room. Is this all a set up?

“There
is no need to be. I’m boring.”

“No,
you’re not.” Silence fell on their table while he took a sip of his coffee. “Do
you have any idea what you applied for?”

“Yes.
You want a physical companion, which I can only deduce as a person you want to
have sex with.” Her palms were sweaty. She felt she would pass out from the
heat at any moment. Why did she think she could go through with this?

Matthew
reached over and removed her scarf. “We’ve got the rest of lunch to talk. Calm
down. Relax. I don’t want you fainting on me. I want to get all the business
out of the way before we get down to the pleasure.”

“I
had no idea you were the person who placed the ad in the paper.” She rubbed the
perspiration from her brow. Would she have answered the ad if she’d known?

“Are
you not relieved to know that the person is someone you’re acquainted with?”

Clara
shook her head. “You’re my boss. I can’t apply for this. Why are you
advertising for a woman? Don’t you have plenty of women to keep you occupied?”
Her mouth always ran off when her nerves got the better of her. His next words
left her speechless.

“I
want you.”

Chapter Two

Matthew
gazed at the woman staring across from him. He knew her nerves were getting the
better of her. Her nerves didn’t stop her looking any less than gorgeous. Since
he’d seen her working in his offices he had worked to try to get her closer to
him. Clara had become an obsession to him. The moment he saw her, he’d known he
had to have her. She wore her innocence like a coat. He wanted to show her how
to lose it.

For
the last few months he’d been testing the waters with her. Her reactions to him
spurred him into action to place the ad in the paper. He knew far more about
her than he let on. Her father’s gambling habits being one of them. The need
she had for money. He’d placed an advert in the paper, and waited. Every woman
who applied he rejected. Everyone until he heard the sound of her voice over
the line. He had anticipated her call. Each time another woman answered he’d
been filled with disappointment. Matthew refused to give up. He wanted Clara.
His hopes and plans hadn’t been for nothing.

Clara
didn’t need to know he controlled her father’s debt. She didn’t need to know
her father had given her to him. He never requested anyone’s permission but he
held the contract binding her to him as payment for his debt. Her fingers
trembled as she picked her bagel up again. He watched her lift the food to her
lips then placed it back on the plate. Her movement’s jerky.

“I
don’t know if I can do this,” she said.

“I’m
your boss, Clara. You have no choice. This morning you accepted the job.”

“I
didn’t know who you were. This changes everything.”

“Do
you really think knowing the man you’re going to be servicing is a bad thing? Were
you hoping for a complete stranger?” he asked.

She
stopped fighting like he knew she would. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. The
submission inside her would be clear to any Dom who saw her. Matthew had seen
her submissive nature the instant he saw her. Her submission was the sweetest
thing he’d witnessed in a long time. He looked forward to teaching her what
true submission meant. He couldn’t wait to get started. Every minute he wasted
turned into a minute less of pleasure.

“Are
you going to fire me?”
Her voice a mere whisper.

“I’m
not going to fire you. I like keeping an eye on you.” Matthew sipped his coffee
while watching her eat. Her curves were one of the first things to grab his
attention. She possessed full high tits with a small waist, which curved out
into glorious hips. He’d masturbated imagining his hands on her hips as he
fucked her from behind. The desire intensified every day for him. Her job on
the top floor had come courtesy of him. He saw the way the other women looked
at her. They knew the reason behind her transfer. Only the owner of the company
could allow her transfer. Matthew didn’t give a fuck what others thought. He
took what he wanted. “What I’m offering is a contract where you become mine, heart,
mind, body and soul.”

“That’s
not what the advert said.” She argued with him even though her eyes were
downcast. Didn’t she realize her submissive nature? No matter how many times
she tried to argue, he’d always win.

“The
advert holds a lot of restraint. The newspaper required a quick, simple but
brief description. Don’t mistake me, Clara. I will fuck you.” He caught her
attention. She stared at him. The shock on her face evident in the way her lips
parted. There were other signs. He saw the budding of her nipples. The
unmistakable dilation of her eyes showing her arousal. He noted the flush of her
cheeks as well. Each
were
a sign he recognized for her
arousal.

He
knew she’d be wet. Her body responded to him in ways she didn’t understand. Her
body knew what he wanted more than her mind. In time she’d understand what he
wanted completely. Until then, he’d find great pleasure in teaching her what he
desired. He’d spend all the time with her to show her how great they’d be together.

“Are
you a virgin?” he asked.

“Why
do you need to know?”

“You’ve
entered into an agreement with me, Clara. I want to know everything about you
including who you fucked.”

She
gazed round the café for several moments before shaking her head. “I’m not a
virgin.”

“I
want the date of your last sexual encounter?”

“The night I lost my virginity at eighteen.”
Her response
came quick without hesitation. He reached over the table to grasp her hand. She
went to pull away but he stopped her by holding onto her hand tighter. “Let
go.”

“No.”
Her resistance lasted a few seconds before she went limp in his hand.
“Why haven’t you had any another sexual experience?”

“After
the first bad experience, I never wanted to relive another,” she said. Her
attitude came up like a force field that protected her. Clara hadn’t
experienced much pleasure in her short life. He couldn’t wait to get her to submit
to him completely.

“Yet,
you apply for a job where you’re expected to fuck at will?”

“I
need the money. This is the easiest way for me to get it.”

Matthew
smiled. “I’ll make that first time become nothing more than a bitter memory.”

“How
do you know?” she asked.

“Because
I know what I’m capable of. I’ll have you screaming and begging for my cock
before the end of the day.”

She
licked her lips. Her breathing changed as he caressed her. The pulse in her
wrist pounded against his fingers. His touch affected Clara deeply. He knew his
effect on her and intended to exploit it. The way he felt for her had taken him
by surprise but he wouldn’t stop until he possessed her.

“You
want me, Clara.”

“I
know,” she whispered. The fight left her as she submitted to him.

“Tonight,
after work, I want you to come to me in my office. We’ll spend some time
together. If you don’t want to be my companion by then, you’ll walk away with
some cash for your troubles. There will be no hard feelings. You’ll keep your
job as well.” He wouldn’t let her walk away. This opportunity he provided gave
him time to tease her. Matthew intended to tempt her with the true pleasure of
the flesh. The more she thought about him, the more she would want him. He
guaranteed she’d be as addicted to him as he felt towards her “Will you do
that?” he asked her.

She nodded
her head. They finished lunch together in silence. He escorted her back to the
building.

Chapter
Three

For
the remainder of the day Clara couldn’t think of anything else but Matthew. The
words he’d spoken at lunch plagued her. Her mind filled with images of them
together. She couldn’t go through with it. Clara felt hot all over. Her nipples
ached when they rubbed across the fabric of her shirt. The pulse between her
legs distracted her. Matthew brought notes out to her constantly. His presence
made her stumble over the words she typed. When he touched her shoulder or
brushed an arm across her, she found it hard to concentrate on breathing, let
alone work. How could she work if they were sleeping together? The command he
held over her body startled her.

No
man ever made her feel like this. Her nerves were on edge while her body felt
like an inferno. She couldn’t even think about what would happen after hours.

People
began to leave the moment the clock struck five in the afternoon. When she made
to leave, Matthew stopped by her desk. He handed her more letters, giving her
no chance to escape. “You can’t leave until I say.” Then he disappeared,
leaving the door to his office wide open. The other female colleagues sniggered
at her then left. Did they have any idea what he wanted from her? Four hours
went by as the final staff member left. Her pussy felt wet while her nerves
were ready to snap.

The
main lights went out. Only the light from their desk lamps provided visibility
in the room. Matthew came to the door of his office. She felt his gaze on her.
He signaled for her to come to him. How could she deny him? Tucking some stray
curls behind her ear she shut down her computer then moved to his office. He
stood waiting for her. His thick arms folded over his chest. The sleeves of his
shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

“Come
here,” he said.

Without
question she went to him. Did she go to him for the money? Or the attraction
she’d felt toward him when they first met? Clara could not answer the question.
All she knew was that with every step she took closer to him, the calmer her
body felt. What did her body know that her mind did not? She felt out of sorts
with the conflicting emotions inside her.

She
stopped in front of him. Her hands fisted at her sides.

He
reached out, cupping her cheek. The action felt sweet as he stroked her skin,
which shocked her. He curved his other arm around her back bringing her closer
to his touch. She moaned when her body connected with his. His muscles were
hard compared to her soft ones. Clara felt the strength and power within his
body. His strength would rival
her own
.

She
wasn’t afraid. Deep down she knew he would never hurt her. In the next instant
she couldn’t think. His lips smashed down on hers, consuming her in the
hardness of his kiss.

There
had been many kisses over the years. Not one of them held a candle to Matthew’s.
His experience showed in the way he took control. He tilted her head back as he
plunged his tongue between her lips. She moaned, unable to keep her pleasure
inside. He turned her around then lifted her onto his desk. Matthew pushed her
skirt up to the waist. Within moments he stood between her legs.

Clara
tightened her grip on his shirt. Instead of pushing him away she pulled him
closer. She didn’t want the pleasure to stop. Her body felt alive with his
kisses. The hardness of him between her legs scolded her wanton behavior.

“Open
for me.” He pulled away to trail kisses down her cheek to her neck. His words
made her moan. He made her want to open to him. The command of his voice made
her wet between her thighs. She’d do anything he asked to feel this way again.
“Do you feel the passion between us?”