The Office Slave #2: The Boss (5 page)

She just stared at him for a moment, his blue
eyes locked on hers and for a moment, she thought he was going to
kiss her. But he didn't.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and
squeezed. As soon as she began stroking, he cupped her breasts and
she almost moaned at the feel of his big hands on her. He leaned
forward and puffed air lightly against her ear and she felt faint
with need.

She lifted her body and pressed his cock to
her wet opening He was so big, she had trouble getting him in at
first, but she eased downward slowly, loving how he stretched her
so wide.

"Oh, my God. You are impossibly big," she
said in awe.

He stroked her hair behind her ear, a smile
on his face, and she found herself leaning against this hand.
Loving the gentle stroke of her Master.

"You feel good around me, sweetheart."

She had been having trouble taking him all
the way, but his words excited her so much, she drove downward, his
big cock stretching her beyond belief. Now she sat facing him, her
breathing labored, as they sat staring at each other.

Then it happened. He eased forward and his
lips brushed hers, ever so lightly, but it thrilled her. Then his
tongue ran along the seam of her mouth and she opened immediately.
His tongue glided inside for a brief second, then slipped away. His
hand cupped her head and he pulled her face tight to him, his lips
pressing on hers hard. His tongue drove inside her and she moaned
at the invasion.

She glided up his shaft, his tongue still
claiming her mouth, then down again. Because of the immense size of
his cock, her entire passage felt the stroke of his hard flesh as
he moved within her.

At her frenzied breathing, he released her
mouth and she sucked in air. She glided up and down his cock
again.

"Oh, my God. I can't believe how incredible
that feels." She increased her pace and soon she was riding his
cock with quick, steady strokes.

She cupped his face and leaned forward. "Are
you close?"

She wanted to make him come, but she couldn't
hold out much longer.

"Just go for it, sweetheart."

"But I want you to—"

"Don't worry. I'll keep up."

At that, he reached between their bodies and
she felt his fingertip on her clit. He stroked and the pleasure
ramped up several notches.

Then she burst with incandescent joy, every
nerve in her body flaring to life at the same time. She gasped.

"Oh, yes… Oh, God…" Her head dropped to his
shoulder as the rapidly mounting pleasure exploded into sheer
ecstasy.

She gasped, then wailed her release. His body
arched beneath her and he groaned. A fountain of liquid heat
erupted inside her.

She continued to ride him until the explosive
sensations settled to a sense of euphoria. She rested against him.
A deep sense of contentment filled her when his arms came around
her and he held her close to his hard body.

She reveled in the embrace, which lasted
several moments, then he stirred and she reluctantly drew away.

"Thank you, Sir."

He smiled warmly. "It was truly my
pleasure."

He grasped her waist and helped her to her
feet.

"Why don't you go get dressed and meet me
back here?"

It was a suggestion, not an order. That
definitely signaled the end of their role-playing.

She slipped away and found her things, then
cleaned up and dressed. All neat and tidy in her business suit
again, she went around to each of the partners and gave them a hug
and kiss and thanked them. She went to Slade last and they lingered
over their deep kiss. She didn't ask if it was possible to see him
again, even though she wanted to. He and the others had agreed to
play out her fantasy last time, and before she'd left, the boss had
asked her to return. This time, they were done. She'd probably
never see any of them again.

She entered Mr. Grant's office.

"I've said good-bye to the others."

He nodded.

"Sylvia, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed
today. You were the perfect submissive."

"Well, I made a few mistakes."

"Because of the punishments? On the contrary.
That makes it all the better."

At the gleam in his eye, she remembered the
feel of his hand on her bottom. The stinging of his slap. The sweet
caress when he soothed her skin afterward.

She nodded. Yes, it had definitely enhanced
the experience.

"Thank you again for your invitation," she
said.

But when she reluctantly turned to leave, he
said, "Wait."

She turned around. His face, which had been
warm and friendly since their lovemaking, had turned to that of the
boss again.

"I'll need you on Friday evening. I have some
clients to entertain and you, as my submissive, will be there for
whatever they, and I, might need. Do you understand?"

Clients? She didn't know if he really meant
to give her to strangers for sex, or if it was just a scenario, but
right now, she didn't care. She had to see him again.

To be dominated by him again.

She suppressed the smile trying so hard to
escape, and simply bowed her head.

"Yes, Mr. Grant. Whatever you say."

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THE OFFICE
SLAVE #2: THE BOSS
is the second story in The Office
Slave series (after
THE OFFICE
SLAVE
), which was spun off from the Red Hot Fantasies
series. An excerpt from the first of the Red Hot Fantasies series,
THE MALE
STRIPPER
, is included below.

If you liked
THE OFFICE
SLAVE #2: THE BOSS
, you will almost certainly like
Opal's short story
THREE
,
about a woman, a sexy stranger, and his two brothers.

If you'd like something equally hot, but
novel length, you might also enjoy Opal's erotic romance novel,
HIS TO
COMMAND
(about one woman's surrender to desire at the
hands of a dominant billionaire) or her erotica novella,
DEBT OF
HONOR
(about a woman enslaved by a sheikh for a crime
she did not commit).

Or for something a little less hot, you might
like to try a spicy (but not erotic) contemporary romances by
Opal's alter ego, Amber Carew, called
VIRGIN
WANTED
.

An excerpt of each of the books mentioned
above is included below...

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??

Volume 3 of the Red Hot Fantasies
series.

Excerpt

A big, black motorcycle pulled into a
parking space in front of them and the rider, tall and
broad-shouldered, climbed off. Sylvia watched as he pulled off his
helmet, revealing dark, wavy brown hair, a little long, and a
stunningly handsome face. He unzipped his black, leather jacket,
revealing a black T-shirt stretched across his broad muscular
chest.

Sylvia nudged Becca. "Wow, now I'm wishing
I'd gone with a biker fantasy."

The sexy hunk noticed her staring at him and
smiled, a gleam in his eye. Sylvia returned his smile but glanced
away, a little embarrassed at having been caught ogling him.

Becca grinned. "Sorry, too late. Your office
slave fantasy is already set up. You wouldn't want to disappoint
four hot guys, would you?"

"Man, if they're even half as hot as that
guy, I'll be thrilled."

"Oh, you'll be
thrilled
all
right."

Sylvia watched the hot guy walk toward the
office tower entrance, his black helmet tucked under his arm.

He opened the door and held it for another
man with a bicycle.

"Morning, Slade" said the cyclist, who was
also muscular and very fit looking, and had straight, brown hair,
thick and cut short.

"Hey, Neil."

"Man, have I been looking forward to
today."

The biker, named Slade, shot a quick glance
toward Sylvia, then back to his friend. "Me, too."

The door closed behind them and she could see
them walking across the lobby through the glass doors.

Becca glanced at her watch. "It's almost
time. You want me to go up with you?"

The arrangement was to wait until a little
after nine, to ensure all the men were in the office by the time
she arrived.

Sylvia shook her head. "No,
Mom
. I'm
sure I can find it on my own." She grinned. "Thanks for the
ride."

"No problem. It was on my way to work."

"And thanks for setting this up. Thank Cal,
too."

"Well, my fantasy came true. I think you
deserve the same." Becca grinned again. "Just make sure you call me
later and let me know how it went." She shook her head. "Four guys.
Leave it to you, Sylvia." With that she turned and headed to her
car which was parked a few spaces down. She got in, then waved as
she pulled into the morning traffic.

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.