Seduced by the CEO (2 page)

“With legal. Sign it, have someone notarize it, and
bring it up to me. You can leave your stuff here.”

She nodded and sat her calculator on his desk. “I’ll
be right back.”

Micah watched her go, taking in the round swell of her
ass and the silky smoothness of her bare legs. She wore a pair of black fuck-me
heels and he wanted to feel those legs wrapped around him, the heels biting into
his ass as he pumped inside her. His imagination ran rampant while he waited
for her to return. Maybe he’d even tie her to the bed. She looked all buttoned
up and sophisticated at work but he was willing to bet he could bring out the
wild side in her with a little effort. And make her come like crazy in the
process. He shook himself from his fantasy and glanced down at the calculator
she’d left on his desk. He had told her to bring her stuff to his office so
that she’d be comfortable, but all she brought was her fucking calculator. His
buttoned-up beauty definitely needed some excitement in her life, but he had to
get his money troubles out of the way first.

The last time he’d checked the statements, his
accountant assured him it was just a mistake in numbers. He’d been too stupid
to question it. Molly had just broken up with him, took damn near everything he
had in his house, trashed the rest, and he’d simply been too trusting of his
staff to question anything. He realized what a mistake that had been now.

This is why you don’t
allow emotions to be involved. This is why you require a contract before you
enter a scene.

He and Molly had dated for nearly five months before he’d
introduced her to that part of his life. And while it was great in the
beginning—she was so eager to learn—she met another Dom and decided he suited
her better. She’d worn
his
collar yet
fucked another guy every chance she got. Then she decided one day, before he
found out about her dirty little secret, to pack her bags and leave. She’d all
but burned his house down in the process.

There’s no such thing
as “being in love”. Definitely not the way it’s done in the movies. It doesn’t
fucking exist.

“Okay,” Kristin said, entering his office again
without bothering to knock. She slapped the paper on his desk. “Signed, sealed,
and delivered. I’m yours.”

He fucking wished. He glanced up at her, starting with
the purple nail polish on the tips of her fingers, working his way up to her blue
eyes. Her arms were settled against each side of her breasts which pushed them
together for a tantalizing view of her cleavage. He licked his lips.

“Here is the file.” He handed it to her. “I own a
night club downtown, The Black Rose, and I think my accountant is embezzling
money from me. I can’t figure out where and I need you to audit the accounts.”
He folded his hands before him. “If there is something you need that isn’t in
that file, let me know and I’ll get it for you.”

She stared at him a moment. “You own a night club?”

“Is that a problem?”

She shook her head. “No. You just don’t look like the
club type.”

She opened the file and stared at the information. He
waited for it to sink in. Her eyes met his.

“It’s a fetish club,” he explained. “We cater to all
aspects of the BDSM world.”

Her eyes widened and her voice dropped. “BDSM? Like
leather and whips? That kind of stuff?”

He snorted. “It’s a bit more than that.”

She leaned back in the chair as she studied the
reports. “I can tell by reading these figures something isn’t right. The year
prior was extensively better than this past year and there’s no reason for the
excessive loss when the expenses remain the same and the revenue has increased.
I’ll check into it.” She looked up. “When do you need this back?”

“I need it by the end of this week, preferably sooner
if you can get it done.” He pointed to the desk in the far corner of his
office. “That file doesn’t leave this room.”

It’d probably damn near kill him to have her so close
while they worked, but he couldn’t risk anyone finding those financials and
screwing him out of more money. Or maybe he simply wanted an excuse to spend
more time with her. Either way, it was going to be a fucking long afternoon.

Chapter
Two

By the time Kristin made it home, her feet were
aching. She’d spent nearly all day in a pair of new shoes that she now wanted
to throw in the garbage. But they cost too much, so she refrained.

Mr. Bosk is into
kink.
The thought had
crept through her mind at the oddest times of the day ever since finding out he
owned The Black Rose. She would have never pictured him as a Master—or whatever
they called the dominant character in their role playing games. She shook her
head.
Wow.

The phone rang and she picked it up. It was Jamie.
“Rumor has it, you spent all day in Mr. Bosk’s office. Did you do him?”

“No.” She went into the kitchen and grabbed a can of
soda. “I was working, thank you.”

“Sure you were.”

Kristin popped the top of the soda can and sipped from
it. “Have you ever heard of a night club called The Black Rose?”

“Sure. It’s
the
hottest kinky club in town.” Her friend paused. “Why?”

“I thought about checking it out.”

Jamie snorted. “You want to check out a kinky club? Is
there something I’m missing? Since when are you into kink?”

Truthfully, she wasn’t into anything. Pregnant at
sixteen, she’d married the only man she’d ever had sex with and ended up
divorcing him twelve years later. Why it took her so long, she didn’t know. He’d
cheated on her left and right yet she stayed with him for the sake of their
son. Big mistake. She’d been divorced from Rick for nearly six years now and
spent most of her time raising their son, who was currently in his first year
of college. It was past time that she let loose and had a little fun.

“I didn’t say I was into kink. I just wanted to check
it out.”
And I want to see if Mr. Bosk
looks as sexy in leather as I’ve pictured him all day in my head.

“Okay. I’ll go with you. I’ve been a few times before
with some of my other friends. I’ll show you the ropes, no pun intended.” Jamie
paused. “Should we invite Sable and Lyn?”

Kristin laughed. “They wouldn’t go. Plus, can you see
Lyn in a fetish club? Her OCD would shoot off the Richter scale. I think we
should keep this between us. When do you want to go?”

“Tomorrow?” Jamie suggested. “I’ll get my friend Roger
to hook me up with clothes. He owns the leather place on Broadway. He has some
of the cutest boots in there that will simply make every red-blooded male
drool.”

Kristin loved Jamie. “Okay. I’ll meet you around
seven?”

“Make it eight.”

They disconnected. She didn’t know what to think about
that, but if there was anyone she could visit a fetish nightclub with it, it
was Jamie. Kristin glanced at the clock on the far wall. Hayden, her son,
should be in his dorm if he wasn’t out fooling around on campus. She dialed his
cell number and waited.

“Hello.”

“So you are still alive.” Kristin sipped from her
soda. “You haven’t called me all week. What have you been doing?”

“Studying, believe it or not. I thought the classes I
picked would be simple but I got this shitty professor that likes to torment
his students. I have paper after paper due and have had no time to even enjoy
being in college.”

Welcome to the real world. “Well, I’m glad to hear
you’re taking this seriously.”

She didn’t mean to sound so bitter about it. She was
extremely proud of her son for getting into an Ivy League school and actually
working toward getting a degree to better his future. When she’d been his age,
Rick was the one who had gone to college. He goofed off nearly the entire time
he was there, failed three classes, and finally ended up getting a business
degree, while she’d stayed at home taking care of their son. It wasn’t until
Hayden grew older and she divorced her husband before she finally went to
school and achieved her degree in accounting. It’d been anything but easy.

“What? You think I’d be like Dad?”

“I wasn’t sure, to be honest.”

“Mom.” He groaned. “I’m not like him. Everyone has
said since my birth that I’m like you.”

Because he was never
around and I was the only one who took care of you.
She expelled a breath and decided
to change the subject. “Regardless, you’re still my baby and I haven’t talked
to you in a while.”

“Mom, relax. I’m told the really good parties don’t
happen until next semester so you don’t have to worry about me until then.”

She smiled. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Me too.” She heard his chair squeak. “I’m
planning on coming home for Spring break. Dad said he wanted me to stay with
him. Is that okay with you?”

She clenched her jaw. “Sure. As long as you promise to
see me while you’re here.”

“Like I could get away without?” He sighed. “I didn’t
want to, just so you know. He wants me to meet his new girlfriend. From what I
hear, he’s already knocked her up.”

“What?” She felt her eyes widen. “Your father is
having a baby?”

“Pretty sure his girlfriend will actually be the one
having it, but yeah.”

Kristin closed her eyes. Her ex-husband was having a
child with a woman he barely knew. Sounded like déjà vu.

“Mom, you’re not mad, are you?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because, well, you hate Dad.”

She sighed. “I don’t hate your father, Hayden.”

He snorted. “Could have fooled me and the rest of the
billion people on this earth. I can’t say I blame you though. Dad was an ass
back then.”

“That’s putting it mildly.” She
had
to change the subject now. “Just make sure to call when you get
into town.”

“I will.”

She was about to hang up when Hayden said her name.
“Yes, sweetie?”

“Are you happy with the life you have now?”

Kristin smiled sadly. “Of course. I miss having you
around, but work keeps me busy.”

“Why don’t you date? You need to go out and live a
little instead of burying yourself in work.”

Her son was too smart for his own good.
Maybe he is more like me than his father.
She smiled. “I’ll be fine. Call me when you come home.”

They disconnected. Kristin thought about her son’s
words and realized how true they were. She was thirty-four. Hardly an old maid
and she definitely deserved to have a little fun. And she would at The Black
Rose, come tomorrow night.

****

Micah entered the club under the impression that he’d
have Scotty pour him one drink, then he’d leave. How he ended up in room three
with a new sub … he didn’t know.

“Raise your hips.” His low demand was met with
immediate obedience. He shoved a thick pillow beneath her.

He’d tied the new sub face down on the bondage bed and
studied her. Fake tanner covered her otherwise cream-colored skin. She’d worn a
sleazy outfit that barely covered her essentials and brought to life all the
dicks of the horny guys in the club. Her strawberry blonde hair was long enough
to grip while fucking and he liked that. He should have liked everything about
her, but something was off.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had held and
reached out to trail a finger between the sub’s ass cheeks. He’d spent nearly
all day with Kristin in his office and ever since he told her about the club,
he’d wondered what she thought about it. Micah went to the far wall and chose a
cane. Kristin was always put together, prim, and proper. The look on her face—shock
mixed with a little horror—when she realized what The Black Rose was all about,
made him cringe inside.

Micah swatted the sub’s ass with the cane. He wanted
to rip Kristin’s clothes off and see if she was as prim and proper between the
sheets as she acted in public. His dick ached to be inside her, to feel her
tight cunt grip him like a vise. The sub grunted with each slap and Micah
thought about taping her mouth. Instead, he tossed the cane and reached for a
thick dildo to insert into her drenched pussy.

The woman groaned and dropped her head forward to the
bed. Kristin seemed like a wild spirit trapped in the responsible world. He’d
admit he knew nothing about her, but after talking with a few trusted
employees, she couldn’t have been praised any higher. She was a problem solver,
he was told, and the person he determined would suit his needs best. So why the
hell was it her face, her
body, that
he pictured tied
to the bed? Damn, he wanted her lips surrounding him, driving him mad with the
sweet torture.

The sub came on cue. Micah pulled the dildo out and
tapped her clit with the thick head. She cried out.

“I thought I told you to remain quiet.”

At this point, he figured the sub really didn’t care.
She wasn’t trained, didn’t have a Master, and only came to The Black Rose to get
her rocks off with any willing Dom that would have her. And she’d had her
sights on him for a while.

“Sorry, sir,” she mumbled.

He slapped her ass with his bare hand. “Don’t speak
until I’m through with you.”

He moved away from the sub and went to the metal
closet beside the door. Room three was known for its most hardcore items. He
didn’t frequent the room often but when he did, one item always came into play.
Molly had been the first to introduce him to the electric wand when she begged
him to try it.

Why he thought of her every time he used it, he didn’t
know. He reached for the gadget and closed the metal cabinet. The rooms were
rented by the hour and he still had thirty minutes left. He walked around the
front of the bed and brought the wand into view. Her eyes widened slightly.

“Relax.” He lifted the wand and adjusted it to the
lowest frequency. Touching the tip of the electric wand to his hand, he
received the shock. “It feels like rubber bands popping against your skin.”

He watched her take a deep breath before nodding her
head in consent. He stood at the end of the bed and lightly stroked the bottom
of her foot with the wand. She jerked against her bounds as the first blast of
current hit her. Molly had always wanted more. She liked to push the boundaries
and had made it as high as frequency five, out of six, before they broke up.

He set the wand down and waited for the sub to relax,
noting the slickness of her exposed pussy. Changing his mind, he stepped
between her legs and parted her labia with his fingers. Her pink pussy begged
to be fucked. He lowered his head and swiped his tongue through her folds. She
jerked against the bounds but he didn’t dare stop. Her cream coated his tongue
as he stabbed inside her, flicking and stroking her opening.

He withdrew from her seconds before her orgasm and
reached for the wand. With the frequency on the lowest level, Micah held the
sub’s labia open and brushed each of her pussy lips. Her restraints kept her
body in place as her pussy started to spasm. A small cry came from her lips as
she struggled. Molly had told him once that the orgasms she had due to electro
stimulation didn’t even begin to compare to the ones she had without. With the
sub’s reaction, he believed her.

He pulled out a condom and undid his pants. The sub’s
moisture slithered down her crease and dripped onto the PVC sheets beneath her
body. He moved in behind her and plunged inside, groaning at the feel of her
pussy squeezing his cock. He felt her burning heat even through the condom he
wore.

Micah pulled back and rammed in, taking her hard, just
the way he liked. His mind ached from all the thinking, from all the delusions
he’d created when he fantasized about Kristin. He gripped the sub’s hips and
pounded into her, balls slapping against her clit. The room felt a hundred
degrees, muggy and hot, with the scent of sex surrounding him. He closed his
eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the sensations. His balls tightened,
needing the release. His brain turned off and his body took over, delving into
the sweet bliss of hedonistic pleasure. He pumped his hips against her and
welcomed the rush. His whole body shuddered as the first blast of cum poured
into the condom, a long low growl ripping from his chest.

Sweat dripped from his temples and slicked his chest
and back. After the last spasm ended, he pulled out just in time to hear the
timer for the room go off. The sub lay helpless on the bed, exhausted. He
adjusted his pants, tossed the condom in the trash, and moved to undo her
binds.

“I had a nice time,” he said releasing her arms.

She gave him a sultry smile. “It was more than a nice
time. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.” She watched as he undid her ankles.
“What was that thing?”

“Electro wand.” He didn’t bother to look up at her as
he went about cleaning up the room. He hired people to come in and sterilize
the equipment so he didn’t replace the wand he’d used.

“I’ve been doing scenes for nearly a year. How come
I’ve never seen that thing before?”

“Probably because only certain people can use it.” He
tossed the condom wrapper in the trash and glanced over the room. “Get dressed
and get out of here.”