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Mastered By The Boss

Opal Carew

Mastered By The Boss

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Copyright 2015 Opal Carew

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Mastered By The
Boss

Opal
Carew

“I can’t go out like this!” Kali stared at her
reflection in the mirror.

Embarrassment washed through her at the sight of
herself in the sexy leather bra and panties, with criss-crossing
bands of studded leather across her torso, and a black collar
studded with spikes around her neck. The six inch stiletto heels
she wore made her legs look incredibly long and sexy.

She felt so brazen.

“Of course you can,” Serena said to her.

Serena wore a one piece latex bodysuit that showed
every curve. With a riding crop in her hand and handcuffs attached
to a loop at her waist, she looked like the perfect Dominatrix. She
seemed totally nonplussed by how blatantly sexy their outfits
were.

Kali pulled at the low cut bra, trying to cover more
of her breasts, with no success. She turned away from the mirror,
viewing her back over her shoulder. Way too much of her ass was on
display.

“But it’s so… revealing.”

“It’s a costume party. It’s a great excuse to dress
sexy.”

“Says you. I’d be happier in the princess
costume.”

Serena laughed and waved away Kali’s comment. “Come
on. You’re much more likely to get laid if you wear this.”

“Who said I want to get laid?”

“It’s been eight months. We both know you want to
get laid!”

Kali compressed her lips. “Yeah, you’re right, it
has been a while, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to throw myself
at some stranger at a party.”

Serena arched an eyebrow. “You might want to be open
to the idea. It’ll ease the tension.”

“Not going to happen,” Kali insisted.

But Serena was right about the tension. And being
around her boss, Ryan Blair, everyday didn’t make it any easier.
The man was an Adonis. Sexy. Masculine. Authoritative. God, she
melted every time he was near.

But he was her boss so nothing could ever come of
it.

“Okay, if you insist you could put this on.” Serena
held up a tiny leather skirt.

Kali took it and wrapped it around her hips. It
fastened with two snaps on the top band. It was extremely short,
barely covering her panties, and it was slit to the hip, leaving an
opening over one thigh. It did cover her nearly naked behind,
though.

Serena handed her a lipstick. Deep crimson red. Kali
applied it.

“Okay, now we’re ready to go.” Serena grinned. “You
look fabulous.”

“Serena, I really don’t think…”

“If it helps, you can wear a mask the whole night.
Then no one will know it’s you. You can pretend to be someone else
entirely.”

Serena held up a leather mask that looked like a
blindfold, but with eyeholes. She tied it around Kali’s head. As
Kali stared at the masked woman in the mirror, she could almost
believe she
was
someone else. Serena pulled on a mask of her
own.

“Now let’s go.”

Serena grabbed Kali’s hand and dragged her from the
bedroom. At the front door, she pulled Kali’s coat from the closet
and handed it to her. When they stepped out into the cool, fall
night, Kali pulled her coat close around her, negotiating the
walkway carefully in her spike-heeled shoes.

In the driveway, a long black car sat waiting.

“A limousine?” Kali stared at Serena as her friend
pulled her toward the car.

The driver opened the door and Serena urged her
inside, then climbed in after her.

“Yeah, Mr. Jameson sent it.”

Kali glanced nervously at the glass panel between
the driver and them.

“You two are being pretty blatant about your
relationship,” Kali said.

“It’s not a relationship,” Serena said. “It’s just
sex.”

“But he’s your boss.”

“Yeah, and he loves that he bosses me around at work
and I boss him around in the bedroom.”

“You really do that?” Kali’s gaze dropped to the
handcuffs at Serena’s waist.

“Yup. Handcuffs and all. And he really does love it,
believe me.”

The driver turned onto the highway and the limo
glided into high speed.

“Where is this party?” Kali asked.

“It’s at a lovely inn just outside the city.”

Kali’s eyes narrowed. “If you and Mr. Jameson are
going to wind up in a room for the night, then I’m stuck.”

“No, I thought of that. I told Spence he has until
midnight. Then just like in Cinderella, I disappear into the
night.” She grinned. “It teaches him discipline. So we meet at the
front door at midnight. Okay?”

* * *

The party was in full swing when they stepped in the
front door. Music blaring, people dancing. A waitress walked by
with a tray of champagne flutes and Serena grabbed two and handed
one to Kali. Serena downed hers.

Many of the costumed people had masks on, but even
more didn’t. Still, she and Serena didn’t stand out. But as Kali
perused the crowd, she realized she recognized many of the faces.
Mr. Horner, head of accounting. Mr. James, VP of Marketing.

Her chest tightened and she grabbed Serena’s arm.
“What the hell, Serena? This is a party for the executives of
NewGen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because if I’d told you, you wouldn’t have
come.”

“Of course I wouldn’t have. What if Mr. Blair is
here?”

Serena grinned. “Yes, what if he is?” Her grin
broadened. “Then maybe you and he can sneak away for a little
tryst, and you’ll finally get what you’ve been longing for all
these months.”

Kali squeezed Serena’s arm, anxiety flaring inside
her.

“Not going to happen,” Kali insisted in a hoarse
whisper.

“You can say that, but it seems you’ve caught his
eye.”

Kali glanced in the direction Serena was looking.
The sight of Ryan Blair watching her from the railing on the second
floor froze her to the spot. His gaze glided over her body, sending
heat fluttering through her.

He oozed sexuality standing there in his tailored
suit, his dark, wavy hair combed back from his face, his square jaw
lightly shadowed with whisker stubble.

“If you want to seal the deal,” Serena said with a
wink, “just slip off the skirt. He won’t be able to keep it in his
pants.”

A part of Kali wanted to do just that—slip off the
leather skirt and turn away from him, then walk away with a sway to
her hips. But she would never… could never…

* * *

Ryan sipped his drink as he glanced around the room.
He had to make an appearance at this party, since it was a special
event for the executives, but that didn’t mean he liked it. He
hated costumes and refused to wear one. His expensive, tailored
suit would do just fine.

His gaze fell on two women who had just arrived and
heat rushed through him at the sight of the woman dressed in the
skimpy leather costume, the bra cut low in front revealing the
swell of her luscious breasts, straps around her torso, and a
spectacularly short skirt that revealed every long inch of her
shapely legs. The collar around her next sent his hormones into a
spin.

He immediately developed a rising appreciation for
the costume aspect. As did his cock.

A woman dressed as a submissive would excite him no
matter what, but this woman… With her long, dark hair flowing over
her soft, creamy shoulders, and her tall shapely body… She looked
so much like his secretary. Kali had been with him for six months,
and he could swear that he hadn’t been without an erection at work
that whole time.

She was a distraction and he’d thought several times
that he should let her go, but she was an excellent secretary. And
he liked her. It wasn’t fair to get rid of her for something that
was his own damn issue.

As he gazed at this sexy woman, he wondered if
having sex with her could relieve him of the tension that had built
up from being around Kali. He would pretend she was Kali, have hot,
hard sex with her, and then he could finally get his cock under
control at work. And if that didn’t work, maybe he could start a
casual fling with this woman, providing him with a regular Kali
fix, keeping him satisfied, and therefore free of distraction.

A man approached the woman and they chatted. Ryan
watched as he led her to the dance floor. From his vantage on the
second floor, he had an excellent view of her sexy, scantily clad
body. Her shapely legs were so long they seemed never-ending, and
he could imagine them wrapped around his waist. The slit on the
skirt flashed creamy thigh as she danced. And her breasts—lifted
high and pushed forward in the leather bra—sent his cock
twitching.

God, he had to have this woman.

* * *

Kali followed the man she’d been dancing with off
the floor. She had never met him, but recognized him as Mr.
Lawrence, director of the research department. He’d introduced
himself as Rene. When he’d asked her name, she’d lied, saying it
was Cindy, because she didn’t want anyone figuring out who she
really was. She was sure she wasn’t supposed to be at this party.
It was the first name that had popped into her head, probably
because of Serena’s earlier remark about Cinderella.

“Would you like a drink?” Mr. Lawrence asked with a
smile.

“Um… yes, a daiquiri please.”

He moved through the crowd toward the bar. She stood
awkwardly, glancing around. Serena had gone off to find Mr.
Jameson. Kali had seen them on the dance floor for a bit, but then
they’d disappeared.

She hated standing here alone, feeling conspicuous.
Then she felt a presence behind her. Good, Mr. Lawrence was back
with her drink.

She turned around with a smile on her face, but then
her eyes widened when she saw that it wasn’t him, but Ryan Blair
who stood before her.

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked.

She nodded, not wanting to speak. Her voice would
surely give her away.

“Are you here with someone?”

She shook her head. That’s when Mr. Lawrence
appeared with her drink.

“Oh, Ryan. Do you know Cindy?” he said as he handed
her the frosty glass.

She took a long sip, trying to quell her
nervousness.

“No.” Mr. Blair took her hand and pressed it to his
lips, sending heated tremors through her entire body. “My
pleasure.”

Then his gaze shifted to Mr. Lawrence and the man
nearly stepped back at the possessive this-one’s-mine glint in Mr.
Blair’s eyes.

“I think Turner was looking for you,” he said to Mr.
Lawrence.

“Really? If you’ll excuse me, I should go find
him.”

“Of course,” Mr. Blair said.

Mr. Lawrence glanced apologetically at Kali and she
nodded. He turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving her alone
with Mr. Blair. She took another sip of her drink, eyeing him
nervously. Did he know who she was? If he did, he gave no
indication.

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