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The Office Slave

by Opal Carew

Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…

Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners.  Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen.  Now she's about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she's never even met.  But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??

Excerpt

Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.  She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105.  A sign said to ring the bell, which she did.   Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games.  This office was where they developed the games.  Also, Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking.  All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn't doubt it.

The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back.  He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.

"Are you Sylvia?"

She nodded.

He pulled the door open.  "Please come in."

She stepped into the office.  There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it.  There was a hallway off to the side.  The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.

"I'm Mike Bairn.  Come on into my office."

She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office.  One man was working in the far right office, but he didn't glance up.

"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.

"No, not at all.  The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."

She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous.  Would her fantasy begin in the conference room?  Would they order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things.  She'd been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some of Cal's ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.

This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set her hormones humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy.  Along his three partners, too?

Don't freak out now.  This is your fantasy!

Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk.  "So Cal told us what you were looking for.  As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."

Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded.  In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well, maybe a little slutty.  And… maybe she was being… uh…brash.  But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty wild.  Why shouldn't she?

And when she'd become enamored of the fantasy, she'd never,
ever
dreamed she'd live it out.  What woman did?  But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn't want to walk away.

"So, don't get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother."  At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn't making fun of her, but he
was
teasing her.

"Well, he did do you wrong."

"True.  But then we're distracted by a beautiful woman."

Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment.  "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."

He chuckled and stood up.  "Okay, I think we're ready to proceed.  The others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word is Tiger.  The minute we step out of this office, we're into our roles.  Okay?"

"Okay."  Her stomach quivered as she stood up.

They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it.  Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.

"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy."  Then he winked and opened the door.

She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down.  He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.

"The others will be here in a few moments."  His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.

The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike's and sat down, glancing at her speculatively.  He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes.  He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt.  A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia's breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she'd seen entering the building earlier.  Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute.  And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd spoken with at the door.

The cyclist's short, straight hair was a little damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders.  Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his muscular body sent a quiver through her.  Her gaze shifted to Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt.  Clearly, he was the rebel of the bunch.

They sat down and she glanced around the table at these four men, who used to be male strippers.  They were all gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them all.

"This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few days ago.  She's here because of the arrangement to compensate for her brother's debt," Mike said.  "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith, Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."

She nodded as she gazed at their serious expressions. Tension curled inside her.

"So, she's going to be our office slave, right?" Slade said.

"Yes, that's the arrangement," Mike answered.

"Good, then I think we should start right off with seeing what's underneath those clothes she's wearing.

Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes glittered as a slow smile spread across his face.  Heat washed through her.

"Excellent idea."  Mike said.

# # #

Breaking Free

Cathryn Fox

Spring Break at college is supposed to be a time of fun and parties, but Alaska Rossi, AKA Janey Smith, is on lockdown thanks to her father’s mafia dealings. She wants only to party down with the rest of her classmates. At least her hot, darkly mysterious bodyguard— deep undercover as her dorm’s resident assistant—gives her something to fantasize about during her boring nights in confinement.

Copyright 2015 Cathryn Fox

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

About The Author

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Chapter One

First week of college.

Alaska Rossi, aka, Janey Smith to all those who knew her at her upstate campus, leaned back in her chair and looked over the five cards in her hand. She tried to concentrate, but it was damn hard to focus on the jacks and aces, considering there were three half-dressed guys and three half-dressed girls—one of those being her—all sitting around the common room table.

Wearing only in his jeans, Jordan, one of the buff football players, finished off his beer and pushed to his feet. “I need another brew.” He walked to the mini-fridge and pulled the door open. “Anyone else?”

Everyone at the table nodded except Alaska. Glancing at her nearly empty bottle, she shook her head. She wasn’t much of a drinker and was feeling the effects of the two beers she’d had already.

“Ah, come on, Janey,” Melanie, the pretty blonde sitting across from her said, her voice slurring slightly. “It’s our first year of college. We’re finally out from under our parents’ thumbs, so why not loosen up and have another drink?”

A tremble moved through Alaska. If they only knew. Even though she was thousands of miles away from home, as the daughter of a powerful mob boss, she’d never be out from under her father’s thumb. No, even though she rarely saw him, he still had full control over her every moment. Of course, she couldn’t tell Melanie that. Here on campus, she was going under an alias, and after a near kidnapping when she was a child—her father’s rival wanting to use her to get to him—she knew better than to let anyone get too close.

Trevor sidled closer to her, his eyes zeroing in on the cleavage spilling out from her lacey pink bra. “Yeah, come on, have another one with me,” he urged, like he too was interested in loosening her up.

Colin, one of the other football players, cracked his beer open, chugged it, and reached for another. He let loose a loud burp, and Emery giggled, obviously drunk if she found his crudeness attractive.

Alaska shrugged. “All right. Why not? Give me another.” Truthfully, she was sick and tired of always being watched over and just wanted to have some fun. Which was exactly why she was barely dressed and playing strip poker with five virtual strangers during her first week on campus.

Jordan handed her a bottle. She twisted off the cap and took a long drink, then laid her cards out. Groans echoed around the table when they saw her full house. Melanie laid her cards down, and when the boys saw that she’d lost, they started chanting, “Take it off, take it off.”

Grinning, Melanie peeled her bra off, and the guys practically drooled when her breasts fell free. She jiggled them, and her glance caught Jordan’s.

“Eat your hearts out boys,” she cooed.

“I plan on eating something out,” Jordan mumbled. As he shifted uncomfortably and adjusted his pants, Melanie bit her lip in a playful, seductive manner. Clearly, those two would be hooking up tonight.

Alaska pushed back a twinge of envy for the two of them. How wonderful to be free, to throw caution to the wind, casually pick out a guy, and hook up with him. She peeked up at the other guys in the game and considered which one she’d like to take back to her room. But as she looked at them, she couldn’t help but think about Jesse Cavanaugh, the dorm’s hot resident assistant. She’d met him last week when she moved in, and since he lived two doors down, she’d had the good fortune to run into him on a daily basis. Hot, hard, and rough around the edges, everything about Jesse screamed sex and had her body reacting with need whenever he was around—and even when he wasn’t. There was just something about him that held her attention and, quite frankly, fascinated her.

Jordan leaned back in his chair, and the legs teetered. “Whoa,” he yelled and damn near fell over. As the guys all laughed, Alaska picked up the cards, shuffled, and dealt another round. She cringed when she saw the mish mash in her hand.

“Great poker face you got there, Janey,” Trevor said, his leg rubbing up against hers under the table.

She grabbed her beer and took a big drink, her brain growing fuzzier around the edges. She tossed four cards away and dealt a second round. If she didn’t get something decent this time around, she’d be the next one going topless. As she envisioned herself removing her bra in front of all these people, a strange new tingling zipped through her blood.

Honestly, she’d never done anything quite so naughty before, but had to admit, it secretly thrilled her. God, who knew she had exhibition tendencies? Certainly not her, since she’d been kept sheltered her entire life. Then again, she did love reading about it.

Colin adjusted his cards. “Hell yeah!” he said, fisting one hand in triumph. “Looks like I’m about to see me some more titties.”

To Alaska’s left, Emery put her finger to her lips and giggled. “Quiet you guys, or Jesse will hear us and shut down this game.”

“Fuck Jesse,” Trevor said.

Fuck Jesse, indeed.

Warmth grew between Alaska’s legs, and she squirmed as that delicious scenario played out in her mind’s eye.

Everyone laid their cards out, and Trevor looked at hers. He grinned, pointed to her bra, and said, “Take it off, baby.”

Feeling a bubble of excitement well up inside her, Alaska slipped the straps off her shoulder and slowly drew them down before unhooking it from the back. She let it drop to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Jordan whistled and leaned back further in his chair, but this time, the legs did give out. He toppled over, his beer spilling all over the tile floor. As he let loose a loud curse, laughter broke out again.

Melanie jumped up to help him, but her feet went out from underneath her on the wet surface. She rocked the table, and everyone’s bottles toppled over. Alaska pushed back in her chair, but not before the cold beer spilled into her lap. In all the commotion, Melanie landed on Jordan with a thump, and his curse turned into a moan when her breasts settled over his face.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Collective gasps could be heard in the room as all eyes turned toward the door.

The second Alaska saw Jesse standing there, his eyes dropping to her near naked body, desire slammed into her like a sonic boom. She took a breath but could barely fill her lungs as those piercing blue eyes moved over her, leaving her feeling breathless, hot…so needy for his touch.

In a blur of activity, Colin grabbed Emery’s hand, and Jordan grabbed Melanie’s. They bolted from the room, leaving her there with Trevor and Jesse.

Jesse turned to Trevor and took a combat stance as Trevor climbed from his seat and squared off against him.

“Beat it,” Jesse said, jerking his thumb toward the door behind him.

As Trevor stood there sizing up his opponent, he had a moment of hesitation. While Trevor was built and buff, his body and muscles lacked Jesse’s sinewy definition. Couple that with the scars on his face, and anyone with half a brain knew Jesse wasn’t a guy to mess with.

Trevor backed down and mumbled something about his football scholarship as he slinked past Jesse. When Jesse turned back to Alaska, taking in her near nakedness a second time, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy grow moist.

She listened to his throat work as he swallowed and knew this was her chance to seduce the guy she’d been fantasizing about all week. She blinked, working to clear her foggy head while she kicked herself for having that third drink.

“Let’s go,” Jesse said, scrubbing his chin.

She stood up, her heavy breasts on full display. “Where?”

“You…uh…” He exhaled slowly and pointed to the heap on the floor. “Your clothes.”

“I can get them tomorrow.”

The muscles along his jaw rippled, and he rooted his feet. “Or you can get them now.”

“Fine.” She bent down to get them, but a wave of dizziness overcame her. The next thing she knew, she was in Jesse’s arms. As his warm scent washed over her, her body moistened and she wondered if he could smell her excitement.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more hoarse then before.

“I am now.” She wrapped her hands around his neck, her nipples so hard, so desperate for attention, a moan caught in her throat.

“I think I need to get you to bed.”

She smiled. Yes! After a week of fantasizing about him, Jesse was finally going to give her what she wanted. Her mind traveled an erotic path as he carried her down the hall. She writhed slightly as she pictured him touching her body, his tongue licking the nub that was swelling painfully between her legs.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she put her mouth on his neck, stealing a taste of his skin.

He shifted her in his arms and turned her doorknob, then he used his shoulder to nudge it open. With nothing but the moonlight shining in from the slant in her curtains, he carried her to her bed. Her insides shook and her body pulsed, so eager to feel his naked skin nest to hers. He lowered her onto her mattress, his fingers skimming over her flesh as he covered her with a blanket.

“Jesse...” she murmured, swiping her tongue over her bottom lip. She reached for him, but he backed up. Wait, what? What was going on?

“You need sleep.”

She shook her head. “No, I need you,” she murmured.

He raked his hand through his disheveled hair. “I gotta go.”

What the hell? Here she was, all but naked, her entire body beckoning his touch, and he was just going to walk away. What kind of guy walked away from a sure thing?

She blinked, her fuzzy mind trying to sort through matters.

“Get some sleep, Ala…uh…Janey.”

With that, he disappeared through her door. As it clicked shut behind him, and she tried to part the fog clouding her thoughts, she suddenly jackknifed in her bed.

Wait, was he just about to call her Alaska?

* * *

Jesse paced his room, his cock so goddamn hard he was about to shoot off in his pants. How he was going to watch over Alaska—or rather Janey Smith—for the next year without helping himself to a taste was beyond him.

From the pictures he saw at her father’s place, he knew she was gorgeous, but seeing her up close and personal was another matter altogether.

And those breasts…fuck.

When she writhed in his arms, her body so hot and needy, it took every ounce of strength he had not to take her up on her invitation. But it wasn’t just her sexy body that caught his attention. Oh no, not at all. After watching her steadily for a week now and seeing the quiet reflective side to her when she was alone, not to mention the untamed spirit in her when she danced, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. There was a real sweetness about her, a kindness and honesty that he rarely saw in others. He also saw a loneliness that he could relate to. It made him want to take her into his arms and tell her everything would be okay.

He threw himself on his unmade sheets and stared at his clock. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, he rolled out of bed, deciding a cold shower was in order. He opened his door, and as night settled over the dorm, he was greeted with quiet. Without bothering to turn on the hallway lights, he made his way down the corridor.

When he reached the common bathroom—the boys and girls shower area separated only by a bank of shared sinks—he heard a strange noise. His footsteps slowed, and he listened. The noise, a mix between a moan and a strangled cry, sounded again, and this time he could tell it was coming from the female shower area.

When it grew louder, unease moved through him. Was someone hurt? Since it was his job to oversee the floor, he quietly walked around the tall partition wall.

“Hello,” he called out, but his words were met with more cries.

Moving a little quicker, he hurried toward the commotion, and what he saw next stole the breath from his lung.

Alaska…

He took in the look on her face, the honesty and openness she displayed as she aimed the nozzle head between her legs. She touched herself, her fingers slicking over her hot button, one his mouth was watering to taste.

Her full lips parted, and she made a sexy bedroom noise as she brought herself to orgasm. His cock instantly hardened, and there was nothing he could do to stifle the moan crawling out of his throat. The sound gained her attention. Startled, her lids flicked open, but when she saw it was him, heat moved into her eyes.

Walk away, Jesse. Just walk away.

He took a distancing step back, knowing better than to cross that line. She was sweet and sexy, and not only would her bastard father kill him if he so much as touched her, everything in his gut warned that he could get in deep with a girl like her. And the truth was, Alaska deserved someone better than him in her life. He took another step back, but when he saw the disappointment on her face, the need in her eyes, it felt like a physical blow to the gut.

He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about her that made him want to take care of her, to protect her, to give her everything she’d ever wanted. The one thing he did know, however, was that it had nothing to do with being her hired bodyguard.