The Sexretary's Next Big Assignment (5 page)

Fuck me. “Yes, God!”

Then his fingers were inside my pussy, which was still wet and swollen, and oh so insanely achy. He picked up the dildo and worked it into place in no time, then started working on putting the butt plug into my ass. Once both toys were wedged inside my body and not going anywhere, he yanked on a fistful of my hair and pulled me down onto his lap.

“Are you right handed or left handed?” he asked, pulling the stack of papers over closer to us and taking a pen from his inside coat pocket.

“Right handed, God.”

His hands went to work releasing the wrist of my right hand, but not the other. If I contorted my body and twisted at a crazy angle, I’d be able to use my hand to sign documents.

“Read and sign, fuck bunny.”

I started to read through the contract, full of legalese and crazy terminology. The first thing that stuck out to me was my salary, which was more than four times (I double checked that, because the figure was insane) what I’d been making at Cooper Anderson. When I flipped to the second page of the contract, Jackson reached into another coat pocket and pulled out alligator clamps, then started to connect them to my nipples.

I read through what I could on the second page, but it was getting more and more difficult to concentrate. My job title was to be officially “Fuck Bunny,” and my job responsibilities were to do anything “God” (and yes, it had him listed as that in the contract) told me to do, especially and specifically if it was something sexual in nature. There was nothing whatsoever about work days, days off, or what sort of office responsibilities I might have.

By the time I was on page three, the clamps were biting into my tits and he’d placed weights on each of them, and he was rubbing my clit…and I was getting hot. Again. Good lord, how many times could I get aroused in a day, and how many times could they make me come? Page three stated the term of the contract as being five full years, and that should I elect to break the contract before that time, I’d owe the full value immediately upon termination.

I flipped to the final page, and he had one hand rubbing my clit and the other tugging on the chain connecting my clamps. That was making it difficult enough to concentrate, but then he bit into the nape of my neck. Hard. And I was close. So close. It was just the right amount of pain and stimulation, just the perfect amount to get me off.

I tried to ignore him and all he was doing to me so I could read the final details of the contract. It had some mumbo jumbo about servicing the board of directors upon orders to do so. Since I’d already sucked them off this morning, and since I was used to having the construction workers take part in things occasionally, that didn’t bother me.

But then I got to the last section, and I froze. “What does this mean, I’ll live with you at your residence and serve as your sex slave during non-business hours?” I squirmed, trying to get myself free, to no avail.

He rubbed harder on my clit, faster, and drove his leg up between my legs to press the dildo and butt plug higher into me. “It means exactly what it says. You’re my fuck bunny at work, and my sex slave at home. At all times you belong to me and service me.” With the hand that had been torturing my tits, he picked up the electrified wand.

“No, God, please!” I couldn’t take much more of that, no matter where he wanted to use it on me.

“Fuck bunnies don’t decide what they need,” he whispered. Then he pressed it up against my pussy lips again, and my body rocked in his lap. “You’ll live with me. You’ll make an excellent salary. And you’ll come more than you’ve ever come in your life.”

Like I was again right that very moment.

I didn’t want to sign…but I couldn’t imagine what I’d do if I didn’t. For that matter, I had no idea what these six huge men sitting and staring at me would do if I didn’t.

Fuck me. I picked up the pen, twisted my body to the side, and signed my name on the line.

As soon as I did, he pinched my clit and pulled it, and I crested into another crazy orgasm where the world seemed to be spinning so fast, and I felt like I was going to fall off of it. But I honestly didn’t care.

After we took care of a few more things at Cooper Anderson Construction, God took me, just as I was (still with the dildo and butt plug buried inside me) and set me down in the back seat of his personal limo.

A limo that was outfitted with hooks and chains and all sorts of weird and wacky sex toys, mind you.

He chained me in and the limo took off. By the time we arrived at his house, he’d made me come three more times.

I had no idea what I was in for…but I couldn’t wait to find out.

Dear readers:

I hope you have enjoyed this jaunt into my fantasy world. If you have, would you please consider leaving a positive review at the site where you purchased this e-book? Thank you so much.

Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,

Lacey Kane

I do not write romance!
Let me rephrase: there is nothing even remotely romantic about my stories. What you will find in the pages of my work is BDSM, smut, often consists of dubious consent, and is sometimes rather harsh.
My stories have been compared to those of JJ Argus. This is a much closer comparison, by far, than romance.
Do not purchase one of my books, hoping it will be even remotely romantic. You will be disappointed. You might be offended.
Additionally, the BDSM found within my stories is of a fantasy nature. In other words, my characters do not conform to the BDSM community's edict of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Please do not attempt any act described in one of my books without first consulting an experienced BDSM practitioner as to its safety, feasibility, and/or legality.
All that said, if you're here for smut, I hope you try me out.

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