Caught: Punished by Her Boss (5 page)

The camera zoomed in on her pussy, swollen and red beneath the steady spray. “Please, sir! I have to come! Let me come!”

“Hold it,” Maestro shouted.

“Dirty girls who come without permission get beaten,” Sir Stephen added.

The girl began to writhe in her bonds, her whole body trembling, though whether from cold or orgasm, Eric couldn’t tell. She was whimpering and moaning, again begging for permission to come.

What would it be like, to do that for real to some woman? To keep her chained and hidden in his basement, taking her out like a toy when he felt like playing? Imagine his own personal sex slave, without all the hassle and annoyance of an actual relationship. No arguments over what movie to see, or who is spending too much money, or do we really have to go see your parents instead of watching the Super Bowl. No waiting for her to be in the mood for sex, no respecting her limits when it came to his kink. He could just take what he wanted, when he wanted, then put her back into her cage. If she protested too much, well, that was what gags were for.

“Do it, slave. Come for your masters,” Maestro barked. The girl shuddered and screamed, her orgasm interrupted as Sir Stephen pulled the clamps from her nipples. Eric’s cock began to spurt, his dark fantasy fueling his orgasm as much, if not more than the chained, dripping girl being tormented on the screen.

When he’d finished, he leaned back in his chair, staring vacantly for a while as impossible, dark ideas slithered like serpents through his brain. Finally he pulled himself out of it with a shake of his head and reached for his beer.

“Get real, Chapman,” he said aloud.

But the fantasy lingered, whispering in his brain like a devil on his shoulder.

Chapter 3

It was nine o’clock on a muggy Saturday night and Jessie was finally wrapping up the shoot. They’d been at it down there for over seven hours. Eric had been observing, off and on, but he didn’t really get off on watching some sissy boy being put through his paces. Now, if it had been a female down there tied up and whipped, that he would have enjoyed, without question. A little girl-on-girl action could be hot, especially when it was taking place right in his basement. Maybe he’d suggest it to Jessie, maybe even round up a few candidates for her.

It had been bizarre in the extreme, having her in the office playing the part of the good little employee, when they both knew what she would be doing that weekend in his basement. He wasn’t sure how long either of them could sustain the charade, or if it was even smart to keep her on at Chapman Advertising.

Maybe he should make her focus exclusively on the website now that he had control of the situation. It was such a perfect setup down there—why not make the most of it? He’d spent several hours over the course of the week examining all her gear and equipment. Though he knew it was absurd, he found himself increasingly obsessed with the fantasy of keeping his own personal slave girl hidden away down there. All he needed to do was add a bed, or even better, a cage. The fantasy was even better than his long-held slave in a box under the bed. The basement was soundproofed, after all, so even when someone came around, they’d never suspect his secret. No one else would ever have to know what went on behind locked doors…

He heard the basement door open and close, and then the sound of the automatic garage door being raised. Eric sat up and looked at his smart phone, calling up a view of the basement on his security app.

After a moment Jessie came back down into the room. She began to tidy up and put things away. She was still dressed in the outfit she’d donned for the shoot—a sexy little satin gown that slinked along her ample curves like a silky glove.

Hopefully she’d garnered enough useable material to make two new videos. Sales were definitely off. Her site had taken a nosedive in the past week. New memberships spiked on weekends, so maybe there’d been an uptick since he last checked. Opening his laptop, he went to her credit card processing account to check the new memberships.

“Fuck,” he swore softly. “Where are the numbers she had before I came onboard?”

Then it hit him.
Of course
. The little bitch was cheating him. But how? He had access to all the numbers and accounts. Didn’t he?

He decided to try an experiment. Getting out his card, he purchased another membership from her site using a hotmail email address he hardly ever accessed. He got a confirmation receipt, waited a few minutes and then reopened her processing account.

There was no indication of his sale there.

The cunt.

As he thought about it, he realized how she must have done it. She probably opened a second, secret bank account and set up another merchant account with the credit card processors. She was siphoning off the profits so he’d think her business was losing money.

“Goddamn her,” he breathed, letting the anger that pumped through his veins like liquid heat buoy him from his chair. She’d been putting his firm at risk for two years with her secret porn biz in his facilities, while using his cameras to do it. Then she’d cost him the account of a lifetime, and who knew what the ramifications might be if those execs decided to spread news of the gaff around the community—he would become a laughing stock. Now the little bitch had the nerve to hold back on him, and she hadn't even been subtle about it. What kind of an asshole did she take him for?

“You’ve gone one step too far,
Princess Lola
,” he sneered under his breath. He headed toward the basement door, knowing even as he thundered down the stairs that the ideas whirling through his fevered brain had no place in a civilized world.

He burst into the basement. Jessie’s back was to him. Moving quickly, he crossed the room in several strides and grabbed Jessie’s shoulder, jerking her around to face him.

She screamed and raised her arm, striking at him with the single tail whip she held in her hand. A line of red hot pain seared down the side of his neck. Eric grabbed Jessie’s wrist, squeezing hard until she dropped the whip.

“You bitch!” he roared, reaching to touch the rising welt on the side of his neck with his other hand.

Jessie wrenched herself away from his grasp. “Let go of me!” she cried. “It’s your own fucking fault! You scared me half to death!”

He reached for her again, rage and pain dictating his moves. She struggled against him, again pulling out of his grasp.

“You’ve been ripping me off, cunt. I know what you’re doing with the accounts,” Eric grunted as he pushed her toward the wall.

“Fuck you! This is
my
site! You’re nothing but a bully. I bet deep down you’re a pussy boy, a submissive sissy boy who just needs to be taken in hand!” Jessie’s eyes were flashing, the color rising in her cheeks. She bent to retrieve the whip, but Eric kicked it away.

He laughed derisively. “Don’t you just
wish
. I think
you’re
the one who needs to be taken in hand, you lying little bitch.” He reached for her wrists, intent on pinning her against the wall.

“Let go of me!” Again she wrested herself from his grasp and reached out, swiping at his face. She raked his cheek with her nails, ripping the flesh.

“You fucking cunt!” Eric could feel the blood trickling down his face in stinging lines. He hurled himself toward her as she tried to duck around him. Reaching for her, he caught at her silky gown, grabbing hold. As she jerked away, the flimsy fabric tore and fell from her shoulder. Still furious, but also deeply excited by what was happening, Eric pulled it harder, ripping the gown completely from her body.

Beneath it she wore only a black lace thong. Eric’s cock stiffened at the sight of her lush ass and full, rounded breasts. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” Lust and anger pulsed in a primal beat inside his head, more potent than the strongest liquor, more powerful than any drug.

Lunging for her, he caught Jessie around the waist and dropped to the carpet, taking her with him. They wrestled, rolling together along the carpet. Jessie was a little hellcat, pummeling his chest and face, jerking her head from side to side, her dark hair flying. She tried to knee him, nearly catching him in the nuts, but he twisted aside just in time, pinning her down.

Against the soft crush of her breasts he could feel her heart thudding. She was panting as she struggled and twisted beneath his weight. “Let me go! Let me go, you bastard! Get off me!” She began to scream.

The shrill sound pierced Eric’s eardrums. “Shut up!” he yelled. “Shut the fuck up!” But she kept on screaming. Eric put his hand over her mouth and nose, blotting out the sound. Jessie’s eyes were wild with fury and fear. He could feel her body trembling beneath him.

A part of his brain was shouting at him to get off her, to quit before it was too late. But he couldn’t focus on the warnings. He couldn’t hear the message over the roar of his own blood, pulsing through his head like a freight train thundering along its tracks, pumping through his body and hardening his cock to steel.

He moved his hand down so she could breathe through her nose, but he kept it clamped over her mouth. Using one shoulder pressed hard against her chest to keep her pinned, Eric lifted his hips, twisting to reach his fly with his other hand. He pulled down his shorts and underwear, shimmying out of them as his cock sprang free. Jessie was still struggling beneath him, but he didn’t let her squirm away.

Using his knee, he forced Jessie’s thighs apart. He gripped the triangle of silk covering her cunt and jerked it roughly aside. Reaching for her cunt, he pushed his finger inside, feeling the clamp of her muscle against him.

Withdrawing his hand, he grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs, his other hand still firmly over her mouth. He knew what he was going to do. There was no going back now. He had to have it; he had to have her. The part of his brain that could still think told him that the fucking bitch had provoked him one time too many. She deserved what she got. But truly, he was beyond rationale thought. He was operating now on pure, dark instinct.

Jessie was whimpering and jerking beneath him, but he was much stronger than she, and his cock was throbbing. Her cunt was hot and tight as he pressed his way inside. Though the room was air conditioned, both their bodies were slick with sweat. Her skin was silky and slippery beneath him as he held her down. He could smell her fear, as potent as pheromones in his nostrils, making him nearly mad with lust.

He lifted her arms over her head and pressed both her wrists together against the carpet with one hand, his other still covering her mouth. He moved inside her, pushing deep and thrusting hard.

Taking his hand from her mouth, he placed it on her throat. He could feel the rapid patter of her pulse beneath his fingers. He could choke her if he wanted to. Her life was literally in his hands.

Lifting himself on one elbow, he bent over her, flicking her nipple with his tongue and then biting the hardening nubbin, spurred on by her yelping cries. He lifted his head, seeking her mouth with his, intent on claiming her. She spit at him and turned her head away.

With a bark of angry laughter, he wiped the spittle from his face. Letting her wrists go, he slapped her cheek hard with the back of his hand. As she gasped in pain and surprise, he brought his mouth over hers and forced his tongue inside as he fucked her.

Never in his life had he felt so powerful, so fully engaged, so alive!

He wanted to make it last. He wanted to stay here forever, his cock cocooned in her velvet heat, his chest hard against her soft breasts as she trembled beneath him. She was his prisoner. His sex slave. He was a king. He was a god.

He gasped, crying out as a blinding flash of pure pleasure hurtled through his body like a thunder bolt. For a moment he was suspended in time and space, held rigid in the control of the most intense orgasm of his life.

At last he collapsed against the woman beneath him, his heart slamming, his mind drifting in a deep blue sea of utter peace.

Eventually Eric’s heart slowed to something approaching normal and the endorphins ebbed. He became aware of the sting of sweat along the scratches on his cheek and the throb of the welt on his neck.

Jessie was crying quietly, still trapped beneath his bulk. His cock had softened, though it was still nestled inside her warmth. The bloodlust that had fueled his actions and left him momentarily out of his right mind now fully receded, replaced by a sickening panic.

He had just assaulted and raped a woman in his own home.

Oh Jesus, oh Christ. What happens now?

~*~

Jessie was thirsty and she had to pee. Her skin felt itchy with dried sweat and the room was chilly. She shifted, trying to get more comfortable but it was no use. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her ankles bound together with rope and she lay awkwardly on her side on the nubby indoor-outdoor carpet that lined the basement floor. Her shoulder and hip ached, and her pussy felt bruised and torn.

The anger and indignation she’d felt toward Eric before tonight had blossomed into pure hatred. She fervently wished the whip had caught him dead in the face, instead of just grazing his neck when he’d surprised her. She wished she could have gouged out his eyes with her fingernails instead of just scratching his face. She wished she could have cut off his cock and shoved it into his mouth.