Hired! ~17~

“Ahah! Found you, you little cunt!”

Alex Kimbrell wrote down the address of  Jackson, LTD. She’d moved all the way to New York City, the whore. So, she was scared, a little, and needed some attention. So he would give it to her. He knew she wanted him to find her, to take her back home, by force if necessary. She was into that whole kidnap/beating scene, apparently. He wasn’t sure if this Lance Jackson had actually hired her after their conversation, but it would be a good starting place to find her. As head of his division, he was entitled to 6 weeks of vacation time. He’d use all of it, if need be, to get his little slut back. Tapping the paper with the precious address on it with one long finger, he turned back to his computer and logged in the appropriate request for time off.

“Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty,” he muttered, shoving the address into his breast pocket. It was time to make some plans.


Her pulse was hammering, but not just in the heart beating hard between her tits. The small bud between her thighs was throbbing, matching the achy feeling of her tits and ass where he’d beaten on her yesterday. She could feel the wetness, feel the intense need building. It had begun when he’d snapped the collar around her throat, and intensified when he’d added the leash, tugging her along to the play room. But rather than taking her into the large public room, he had pulled her to a stop in front of a door.He exchanged a nod with the Watcher there, who buzzed the door open.

“Ladies–and I do use the term loosely–first.”

He gestured for her to precede him up the stairs that stretched up into another level. His fingers pinched at her calves as she climbed, causing her to stumble and yip.

“So clumsy, slut!”

Pausing, she shot him a fulminating glare before continuing up to the top. He poked her in the bum just for fun, then pushed her to the right where a door stood open.

“In there, slut.”

Stepping inside, she saw a plastic covered mattress, a built in cabinet with sheets and implements, and a variety of rings and hooks on the wall, ceiling, and the floor around the bed. She swallowed hard. The door shut with a quiet snick, and she glanced behind her. His expression had changed. He looked–feral. Fierce. His gaze, always direct, now had an intensity to it that made her feel like prey. Her belly felt quivery, a mix of fear and stark need. What this man stirred in her!

“Take off the coat, slut.”

Slowly, teasingly, she untied the knot of the tied belt, then eased it off of one shoulder. A thin black strap appeared as she shrugged the coat lower, then shook the other shoulder, allowing it to catch on her bent forearms. Cocking her head, she smiled at him.

He continued to look at her, not saying anything. After a long, silent minute, she rolled her eyes, and let the coat slip from her. Under it she wore a demi bra, which left her girls supported under the bust, but naked from the nipple upwards. The panties were black lace, and disdained to be called granny-pants. They covered the hated chastity belt, and much of her soft, round belly, and soft, round ass, but hinted at what lay between. A matching lace garter belt snugly held her hose. The stiletto’s that he’d surmised earlier, and seen going up the stairs, enhanced her softly curved thighs her shapely calves.

“Very nice. Aren’t you lucky I didn’t demand you shed the coat down in the main room?”

“Well, I would have explained…”

“And yet, I still would have demanded the coat be removed.”

Here he was, the full-Dom. Face to face with him, she wondered how she’d ever thought that Alex was? This man didn’t make her fearful, but rather, a nervous, turned-on agitation.  That he would hurt her, she had no doubt. Wasn’t she even now wearing bruises from yesterdays attack of the spatula and spoon? But he made her yearn.

“Remove the panties, leave the garter belt.”

She pouted, but slipped the panties off.

“You want that off too, don’t you?” He pointed at the chastity belt.

She nodded, eagerly anticipating the freedom. And the orgasms.

“You’ll need to earn this.”

He pulled the key up from under his shirt, let it dangle in the light. Her eyes followed the gleaming silver key. He saw the lust burn in her eyes as she leaned ever so slightly towards the shining key dangling from his neck.


“So impatient.”

“I’ve been in this thing forEVER!”

“Not yet, no.”

“It feels like it.”

“Poor little slut. Horny as fuck and unable to touch or play with herself.”

“Yes. And … you haven’t…”


“You know.”

“I know many things.”

She rolled her eyes. She hated when he played the obtuse game.

“You haven’t…sealed the deal. You know. Stop! I hate that when you put on that stupid face!”

“The Jerkface Jackson face, you mean?”

He pulled a long face, bugged out his eyes. She giggled, thought about slapping at him, but didn’t quite dare.

“Yes, that one. That…jerkface face.”

He stepped closer, into her personal space. She could feel the heat from him now, his breath on her forehead.

“Hands behind your back, slut.”

They went behind, promptly. He stepped around her, then bound her hands, of course with a tie. She could feel the slippery silk, but also felt him weaving it over and around her tightly.

“So tell me, slut, what haven’t I done?”

“The..ga-donk-a-donk. The crazy monkey dance. Belly bumping.”

“Ah. I see.”

She warmed to the topic.

“Boinking! Buttering the biscuit! Checking the oil…”

“Fucking. You forgot that one.”

He reached around, pinched her left nipple.

“Say it.”


He twisted the nipple.


He let go of her nipple, flicking it gently with a fingertip. She sighed.

“Now I’m all embarrassed.”

“But it’s true. I haven’t fucked your cunt yet. Your lovely mouth, yes, but not your weeping, needy cunt.”

He paused and she leaned back against him. He filled his hands with her tits, molding and squashing them between his fingers. She sighed as he released her, and pushed away.

“Now slut, let me tell you how this works.”

“Oh, please do,” she said, her tone teetering on the edge of sarcastic.

“That wasn’t very submissive, now was it?”

“I’m not a doormat. I have a voice. I can follow orders and directions, but I’m going to speak my mind.”

Stepping in front of her, he grasped her nipples, twisting lightly. She rose to her toes, until her mouth, open and gasping, was close to his.

“Good girl,” he said, surprising her. “Doormats are boring. I like your spunk.”

“I like yours too,” she replied archly.

He laughed, then twisted her nipples, hard.


Hired! ~14~

His hand, still fisted within her hair, held her. Gods, she thought somewhere in the sane place in her mind,  he kissed the horny up so many notches. In the clash of lips and tongues, his had done battle and conquered hers. He nipped -delightfully – up her chin to her ear. That dangerous tongue of his swirled along her outer shell, sometimes the faintest flutter of a touch, sometimes a full-on lick, before sucking and biting on her lobe. She shivered, moaning, as he whispered dirty things in her ear; how it would feel when his tongue slid over her clit, how it would feel when his fingers explored her asshole. When she was a quaking, shivering mess of unbelievable need, he stopped.

“Good slut,” he said absently, patting her head, and releasing her. Sitting slumped between his legs, she barely noticed him rising and stepping over her. The kitchen light flashed on; she heard the sound of him rummaging in her fridge.

The red-hot haze of lust began to fade, and she shivered. Cold now, she wondered what the hell he was doing. Hearing the snick of drawers opening and closing she frowned. He was going through her drawers. And not the panty kind, either.  Just about to call out to him, she was forestalled by his grinning reappearance.

“You have a treasure trove in your whatzinit drawer!” His expression was boyishly gleeful.

“My what?”

“What-zin-it,” he enunciated. “You don’t always know ‘what is in it”…but it’s usually something you’ll need at some point.”

“Normal people call that a junk drawer.”

“Yeah? That’s just weird. WE always called it a whatzinit drawer at our house. It’s not junk, Kat. It’s useful and helpful things. Take these for instance.”

He held out his hand, holding two chip clips out for her to see.

“You’re excited about…chip…clips.”

“I’m excited because of all the fun I’m going to have with them.”

“They have almost no spring. They are not…for gawds sake…nipple clamps. I bet I’ll barely even feel a pinch.”

“I know,” he said, his tone filled with humor. “Which is why it was great to find these!”

In his palm lay two thick elastic bands, the kind that holds thick vegetable stalks together at the grocery store.

“So what I do it, I put on a clamp and…well, you know, I think it would be better to show you.”

He knelt down, and lifted her left breast. A quick pinch made her nipple rise, and he quickly fastened on the chip clip. The slightly pointed tip grabbed up her nipple, and left her with a mild sensation.

“Mhmm, see, just a little nip for your nip. Nothing much at all. But now we add this guy.”

First he removed the clip. He folded the elastic twice, then slid it over the front of the clip. Her eyes widened.

“See? We’ve just tightened the clamping ability by about 100%.”

He squeezed the open end of the clip hard, making the tip open, then guided it to her nipple. This time when he released the tabs, she squealed loudly. He smiled, flicking the pinchy device.

“Now,” he continued, “we mustn’t let your other nipple feel neglected.” With a grin he prepared the second clip and fastened that onto her. Her eyes closed as she whimpered again.

“Hurts, yes?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Then yelped as his hand grabbed her hair, and began lifting her.

“Up, slut,” he urged, as if the hand tugging tendrils from her scalp wasn’t enough to make her move.

“Ow ouuuw…” she muttered. She stood, swaying just a bit. The clips wiggled and wobbled but did not fall off, despite her ungraceful rise to standing. Already she was feeling that burn that she craved.

“Open,” he said, smacking her leg. Obediently she opened her legs, standing in front of him, her tits jiggling, her pussy shiny with the silver chastity belt.

“Be right back,” he said, before heading back to the kitchen. A silver spatula appeared in the doorway. “Do you know how much this thing hurts?” he called out, waving it in the air.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Okay, good,” he said. More drawers opened, closed. She could feel the need building, burning.  “Are you going to take this thing off of me soon?”

“Soon…ish,” came his muffled voice.

“Soonish?” she muttered. “What does that mean, soonish?” Realizing that she wasn’t being very submissive, and definitely not feeling so, she wanted to yell right back at him. But maybe that wasn’t the best of plans, she decided, as she heard a triumphant “yes!” from the the other room. It only took a moment for him to appear, with whatever he’d found, securely wrapped in a towel.

“Don’t you have a toybag?”

“Of course,” he replied, taking her by the arm and leading her forward. “Perfect. Stop.” Once more he tapped at her thighs, before walking behind her. “You have a lovely ass, slut,” he said, but she couldn’t reply as he’d also struck the back of her left thigh with the spatula. The sound it made was a dull *ting*, but she couldn’t speak, could only draw in the breath, her toes curling in the rug. When she came down, she let out a long hissed breath and a muttered ‘fuuuuck’ .

“I love the curve of it,”

*smack*  on the other thigh

“and the bounciness of your skin,”

*smack* on the first thigh, 

“and the blushy color from my spanking,”




“and I’m sure going to love the adorable bruises from this pancake turner thingy.”


“it’s…aaaaaah! FUCKFUCKFUCK…a spatula, you know?”


“Did you say something slut? No?”


“Can’t speak? I love those sexy whimpers and gasps,”


“it really gets me hard, you know.”


The tremors came, making it hard to stand. There were tears, and panting breath.  Her thighs throbbed, her ass where he’d worked his way up and over all the curvy bits. He tugged her head back by her hair, again, and looked at her face.

“aww, poor little slut. Hurts, hmm?”

“yesss,” she whispered.

“I found a lovely wooden spoon. One of the heavy, thick kind. Wanna see?”

“No. I know which one you …”

*smack* between her thighs, hitting metal and skin. She jolted, the shockwaves of the blow awakening her clit, making her even more aroused.


“I smell you.”

His fingers felt all along her, the inner thighs, and the edges of her pussy.

“Pretty hot and moist down here, little girl.”*smack*

She moaned. *smack*

“Who woulda thunk you’d get that turned on by my hitting your metal casing? Hmmm?”


She jumped as he struck her already tender bum.

“One would think that hurt you?” *smack**smack*




“Ppplease take this off and fuck me, Sir, please.”



“What do you mean *smack* OWWWW!”

“What do I mean oww? That means we’re both enjoying this, my dear.”

He spun her around, making her dizzy, and slapped both tits quickly. He hit flesh and the clamps, making her eyes widen as she rose to tiptoes, yelping.

“Your eyes are pleading…are you asking for more?” He slapped again, each tit receiving several fast blows. Her head fell back, her eyes closed as she moaned deep in her throat. His hand grabbed her throat, feeling the vibrations of her pain, then tightened. Striking her again, he drew the pain sounds through his skin, relishing them, feeling his cock stiffen.

He pushed her to her knees then, and unzipped his jeans.

“Good girls get a reward,” he said, as he press her face to where his cock strained for freedom. He grunted as the heat of her mouth closed around him, and slowly pressed himself across her velvet tongue.




Hired! ~13~

thanks for your patience, pervie peeps. The flu hit my kiddo and I hard and fast. Finally back to  normal…whatever THAT is. And…back to writing… ~n~

He was standing outside of her door. Her feet were tangled in her sheets, and her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her mouth was dry, her hands trembled as she tried to untangle herself.

She finally kicked herself free and stood for a moment, adjusting the hard metal belt that nestled snugly between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed, mimicking her racing heart.

He was standing outside her door.

Her phone chimed and she reached back to her pillow for it.

Well, are you going to let me in, or should I be making other plans for the day?” She grinned. Even his texts sounded impatient.

“Imcumg”  she replied.

“That has yet to be determined…”

She shook her head, smiling. Equilibrium returned with the laughter. Pausing in the living room, she realized that she was only wearing the belt. Had she ever answered the door naked before?, she wondered, before unlatching the lock and opening the door a crack.

“Hi,” she said, feeling shy suddenly,  all but hiding behind the portal.

“May I enter?”

His eyeball peered through the crack, his tone dry, but edged with his typical impatience.

“Yes, yes, sure. Sorry.”

She pulled the door open, still standing behind it. The awkward feeling, mixed with embarrassment.

“Are you coming out from there, or should I go?”

For a moment, just a second, she wanted to say ‘go’. The door was tugged away from her hand, closed softly. A finger lifted her chin.

“Cold….feet?” he said, one finger flicking her nipple.




“Look at me.”


“Won’t, more to the point. Up here, girl.”

His finger now tapped her nose, and rather firmly at that. Her eyes popped up to meet his. Though she wanted to melt into the carpet, he held her just there, just with those steely blue-gray eyes of his.

“Tell me what’s running through that head of yours.”

It was not a request and she recognized that instantly. It was full-Dom voice, and coupled with that look, she found herself stammering a reply.

“I..well, it’s…I’m..”

Taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled her across the floor. It was move quickly or have it torn from her breast; she moved. Little squealing sounds came from her, but he ignored them. Sitting on her sofa, he pulled her down, hard and fast, across his lap.

She squealed one final time as his fingers snapped off her now tender nip.  A hand pressed against the back of her head, another across the small of her back, and somehow she was laying ass up while the metal band of the chastity belt she still wore ground into her waist.

The hand on her head remained, the other hand began attacking her ass. Blow after blow, varying in intensity, keeping her wiggly on his legs.  She yelped. She yelled. She squirmed, and moaned, and gasped. The pain was burning through her, not just her ass, but burning through embarrassment, and tension. Finally  everything simply drained from her. Limply she lay over him, her body trembling, her ass hot and throbby.

The hand on her head gathered a fistful of hair, pulled her up and off with it. Her mouth opened in a low moan as she knelt at his feet, his hair-wrapped hand  holding her close, keeping her steady. Her breathing was deeper now, no longer the fitful gasps of near-panic as had been the case only moments before when she’d opened the door to him.


He looked at her intently, his eyes just burning into hers. Her head moved fractionally, until he nodded it more vigorously with that hank of hair.

“Say thank you Sir”

“T-thank you….Sir,” she whispered.  He pulled her closer, until she was nestled between his thighs.

“No more shyness?”

“no, Sir.”

“You’re a very silly slut.”

“Well…I am…uh…well….you know…”

Her eyes fell again, then lifted when the fist in her hair tightened.

“Am…what, precisely?”


“What? I didn’t seem to hear that teeny tiny voice of yours. Which is especially shocking coming from you. For even the short time of our acquaintance, I’ve never known you to be so faint of heart nor voice.”

He could feel that switch again, as she moved from bashful to irked. Good. She needed pushing. He continued, aiming his words like tiny darts. They were meant to get her dander up.

“Always so sure of yourself, and here you are, all wimpy and mewling at my feet. I must say, I’m surprised. So much for all that blustery bravado.”

Her eyes shot up.

“I was NOT blustering. I’m brave, damn you! But right now, I’m naked”.

“N A K E D.”

She was not quite shouting when she repeated herself.  But her dander was up, and the shyness was gone. How dare he call her a…a wimp. 

“And …you’re not.”

She pointed at him, plucking at his jeans.

“And…and…well, I was just feeling a bit of NORMAL nervousness. Which SOME Doms would be gentle and caring about.”

“I am always gentle and caring. Didn’t you feel  tenderness as I slapped your ass?”

“That was NOT tender. Tender-izing, maybe. But tender? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Well, I suppose I could have started with the cane. Perhaps you should be shown the difference between tender and…not so tender?”

His smile, those eyes. She shuddered as a fresh gush of lust surged through her. He was a bastard, because she knew that he knew what he was doing to her. Making her not feel shy.

And turning her on.

“Are you going to take this archaic thing off me?” She plucked at the belt around her waist.


“Now wait…you didn’t even stop to think about your answer…it just…just spurted out of your mouth! That’s just really ….bastardy… of you.”

“I do believe you’re changing the subject. And we’ve already discussed that I’m a bastard.”

“What subject was that?”

“Pick one. There have been several already.  The “should I use the cane” subject perhaps? or better yet, the naked subject. That oh-so-pitiful ‘i’m naked and you’re not‘ subject. Tsk. Really?”

He let a fair amount of derision flow through his voice. She was nearly there. Nearly.

“Well, ah, do correct me if I’m wrong but I AM naked. And you are NOT naked. So we’re on totally unequal footing here.”

His head cocked, his eyes danced, even as the tiny upward quirk of his lips foretold some awful damn Dom comment. Damn him for looking so fucking sexy while doing his best Bastard act. Then again, it likely wasn’t an act at all.

“Little girl, did you ever even remotely assume that there would be equal footing here?”

He threw back his head and laughed.  She punched him. Not too hard. But right there in his guffawing belly, oh yes, she planted one on him. He stopped laughing. He looked at her in something akin to shock.

“You so totally deserved that.”

“In East Bumfuck, do submissives routinely beat on their Doms?” His tone was bland, deceptively so.

“Well, no. But…we’ve yet to determine if you are my Dom. I know,” she held up a hand to forestall him, even though she was still sitting at his feet, his hand still tight in her tresses.

“I know you’re a Dom…that’s more than a little evident. Last night notwithstanding, and this fucking thing,” she said, her fingers tapping the metal band. “I said I wanted to fuck you…but now I’m wearing this and you’re acting all Dommish, and, well, I don’t know the rules. You don’t know my limits. And I’m confused.”

She paused, then placed her hands on his thighs, rising up on her knees to put her face closer to his.

“And horny. You’ve made me incredibly, unbelievably horny. And I didn’t think I’d ever want to be this way with a Dominant man again. Yet here I am. And if you don’t fuck me soon, I could die of the wanting.”

“There you are. Was that so hard, little one?”

She looked at him.

“You confuse me! Was what so hard?”

“To admit to yourself that you want me. To understand fully that I do want you. And to understand that I won’t fuck you until we come to an understanding. Ergo, your belt. It stops temptation in both of us, you know.”

“Oh. I guess I didn’t…I mean…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. She was so confused! And gods, so horny too!

“I told you last night I wanted you…”

“You weren’t ready. That was lust. Hormones. Not a thinking reaction. Yes. We played. And play can be fun and stimulating…and non-sexual. You can be turned on, and I can be turned on, and still not have sex. For some, that is the fun. The denial, the wanting, but not the getting. You needed time to think through this, and not just let lust carry you away.”

“Your spanking turned me on.”

“The spanking was to settle you. To stop your panic. To give you a different sort of release.”

“Yeah, but I really need the other kind of release, too!”

Hearing the almost-whine in her voice, he smiled.

“And I don’t mind that, not at all. Your delayed gratification is very…gratifying to me.”

She actually growled. Then, unexpectedly, arched up on her arms, hands braced on his thighs, and planted a kiss on him, one that could have melted concrete. He was really glad he’d left the key at home on his dresser. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he told her. Eventually.





Hired! ~12~

“Where r u?”

“Really. Where r u?”

“I’m getting pissed here. It’s almost 10!! I have to pee so bad!”

“I haven’t had my coffee yet, it’s barely 10 and it’s Saturday. Sleep. zzzz”

“BTW…it’s “badly”

“You said….wait…wtf? badly?? what the hell? are you talking about?”

“You said quote: I need to pee so bad.”


“It’s bad English. It should be badly. It’s an adverb.”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Yeah, so?”

“I’m not correting grmmr orspelling on saturday, specilly with textingwhen I gots to peeeeee…”

“There’s never a bad time for good grammar.”

“OMFG are you even kidding me now? NOW??”

“You said you’d be over early. Yes you did. Where the FUCK are you?”

“It isn’t on my calendar. Oh, wait, I don’t have a life manager anymore. Sorry.”

“R U even kidding? I NEED TO PEE!!”

“You said that already. Better grammar the first time, though.”




“The belt has holes in it. Go pee.”

“Eeeeewwww…That’s so gross. It’s going to be all against me and…and…brb…”



“You did NOT just fall back to sleep. I was barely gone 10 minutes. I figured it out.”


“zzzzzzz was too sleeping”


“figured what out?”





“WTF….? wut?”

“what is WUT?”


“WUT means eyeroll? That doesn’t make any sense at all.”

“Say it out loud.”


“Still means nothing.”




“I can hear you giggling.”

“Real doms don’t giggle.”

“Real doms don’t let their subs suffer needing to…oh. Wait.”


“funny. not funny.”

“I dunno K, it seems rather hilarious to me.”

“Was your bladder throbbing?”

“Duh. YES!”

“I DID need to pee desperately.”

“I like that word. Desperately.”

“Are you really still in bed? Aren’t you lonely?”

“Nah. I have the phone with you texting me like every 12 seconds.”

“No time to be lonely.”

“Or sleep”

“I’m still horny.”

“Oh, I should hope so. Just stay in bed and imagine all the wicked things I plan to do with you. Or maybe not.”

“Wait…maybe…not? WTF?”

“Well, I was thinking on the drive home last night.”

“Oh, is *that* why I heard fire trucks? Set your hair on fire thinking, did you?”

“cute. Remember I have weapons of ass destruction and know how to use them, little girl.”

“smug smile…promises promises”

“Right, well, that was my point. I need a manager in my office…and you’re the best I’ve had in a long time.”

“I want to rehire you. Pizza tie notwithstanding, you’re damn good”

“at your job. When you can control your temper.”

” **!**”

“What was that?”

“My middle finger.”


“So, as I said, I want you back. But there’s a significant issue.”

“I went on the date with you. The tie is paid off.”

“oh, not the tie.”

“geeze. WHAT? I can’t even…”

“You said no sex with your boss. I’d be your boss.”

“I did say that. I say many things.”

“Right, and it would be terribly cruel of me to put that kind of pressure on you.”

“You’re a sadist. You said so.”

“You thrive on cruel, remember?”

“True, very much so. But to make you so uncomfortable…it seems unkind, even for me.”

“So…if I take the job offer, you’re not coming over to…”


“To finshis what yuo srtated.”

“Are you agitated, little girl? I see your spelling is an issue when you are..”

“Agitated? I’M PISSED! And horny!”

“Well, that’s why the belt is so good…you can keep wearing it and I can..”



“can what?”

“where are you now? geeze I hate when you just bloop off…”

“I’m going to lay here and make up dirty songs with you in them. And make fun of you.”


“sing that to the ‘scooby doo’ themesong…”

“Hey…don’t bust scooby do… what’s the matter?”

“when you go it’s cutsomary to say brb or something.”

“oh. I don’t text often. My fingers are tired.”

“poor baby. NOT! Geeze, so go on…”

“I had to pee. Go on with what?”

“our conversation? scroll back to remind yourself. The belt?”

“which one..I have several..”

“MY BELT. the one you stuck on me!”

“oh, that belt. Right. Well, if you keep wearing it, I can give the key”

“to someone else. ask them to hold it. Maybe even my safe deposit box.”

“in Baltimore.”

“Wait just aminte. youwanna lock me up and put the fucking key in BALTIMORE???WTF??”

“Well, it was a suggestion. I could leave it with the valet.”

“And tell him what? ‘here’s my key for my sluts cunt?”

“Oh, I like that. He would, too, I suspect.”

“BTW, your spelling is terrible!”

“No. No no noononononon.”

“Just no.”

“Well, okay. It was a suggestion. We can keep it here at my place.”


“I rescind my words that I won’t ever fuck my boss again. I take it back.”



“I didn’t get that last one.”

“jeezuz furking crisco”

“My eyes are fucking rolling in my  head and r gona pop OUT”

“Dint you ever play hide n seek as a kid? Were you ever a kid?”



“So…let me clarify.”

“You don’t care if I’m your boss.”

“Because you’ll fuck me anyway.”

“Good so far?”

“Y E S”

“And we’ll be play.partners and I can torture you.”

” Y E S”

“And that will kind of make you my “sexretary”…?”



“No. Fucking. Way”


“Frist, not a secretary. Manager. second. It’s sounds so totally STUPID.”

“so? I like the sound of it. It trips off my tongue.”

“Grumble. Stupid. Grumple. I’ll trip your tongue.”

“Is that the business manager talking? Not my submissive, surely?”

“My name’s Kat. Don’t call me Shirley.”

“That joke is older than dirt.”

“still funny tho”

“ha.  ha.  no.”



“are you coming over?”

“I’m standing outside your door. Let me in, Kat.”






Hired! ~11~

Time moved, she was certain of it. Yet she couldn’t say if 5 minutes had passed, or 50. She felt the warm leather of his crop between her thighs, and wished he were there to use it on her. She was needy, uncomfortable, and half naked for crissakes! Facing the rustic wooden wall, her tits and ass exposed, she was flushed with embarrassment. Eventually even that faded during those interminable, unknown minutes. Behind her she could hear people moving around the cavernous room. She could hear those who were otherwise engaged in play. There were slaps and *tings* of implements striking flesh, closely followed by shockingly loud screams as the recipient responded. There were moans and whimpers and the sounds of those in deepest ecstasy.

What she didn’t hear was his footfall. No sound of those beautifully polished shoes coming towards her. How was this even a date, she wondered, feeling suddenly angry. It happened that way sometimes, the submission and the annoyance jockeying for position in her emotions. Her hands felt numb, and her back was tiring when she felt the warmth of hands on her back…and ass.

“Ohh, poor kitten…he left you here all alone and unattended,” crooned a sexy and female voice. “So pretty, this round ass of yours..” the voice trailed off as a long fingernail scratched lightly down her crack and circled her anus. There was a slight tug around her throat as the ends of the tie were pulled taut for a moment, before more fingernails scrabbled down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was the lack of his attention, or just that those sharp fingernails hit the line between pleasure and pain. The voice continued, the owner clearly knowing that she was having an affect on the tied submissive. One nail trailed up and over her left ass cheek, scratching just hard enough to leave a thin, red line there. Goosebumps rose along her shoulders, her arms, and her nipples crinkled tightly.

“I–I’m waiting for him, t-to…” she stopped on a gasp as the fingernails pinched a piece of flesh where her ass and thighs met.

“I know, that hurts so much, doesn’t it honey?” The voice was husky now, clearly lapping up the subtle signs of pain;  Kat’s arching back, her in-drawn breath, the short pants as she released it against the hurting.

The pinch seemed to last an hour. The relief when the nails released her was nearly as intense as the pain had been, as was the sudden surge of moisture between her thighs.

“Mona,” a deep voice said, the tone admonishing. “Didn’t MamaLa have a conversation with you about poaching?”

There was a pouty “mmm” of sullen agreement.  “But Dirk…! You weren’t here. She looked so lonely, the poor thing. And there was that very pretty ass just begging to be touched..how could I resist?

“Resist,” he replied drolly.

“I’m resisting… authority…” she said with a husky chuckle.”Okay, fine, have it your way, you big greedy bastard.”

The soft sound of her feet moving off gave some measure of peace to Kat.

“You left me,” she accused. Her hair had fallen forward, obscuring her vision.

“Yeah, so?”

He moved beside her, then freed her arms from the iron ring on the wall. Though she tried to hold back the gasp, the blood flowing back to her hands and cramped shoulders made being silent impossible.

“Oh, owww,” she whimpered.

“Poor little kitty cat,” he mocked, all falsely sympathetic as he brushed the hair from her face. He leaned close, kissed her top lip, nipped at her eyebrow. She moaned again. damn him. The last semblance of her snark was fading fast, under a hot and heavy need. She wondered if she’d ever been so horny. Feeling his hands on her breasts, she tried to move closer, but was surprised to feel the fabric of her dress being tugged back up to cover her. In moments he had slid the crop from between her thighs, then pulled down the hem of her dress, covering her bottom. She blinked at him, not comprehending his game.

Taking the tie from around her neck, he bound her wrists, then led her by the trailing length of his tie across the room. They paused for a moment to watch a submissive. Her face was a portrait of beautiful agony as her master nailed her tits to a rough wooden board. Katherine shuddered at the thought of it, but the woman was obviously far gone in subspace. She could see the puddle forming on the floor between her legs; it was obviously a kink that worked for them.

“Interested?” he asked, pulling her attention from the scene.

“No,” she replied. His grin was devilish, managing to be both mocking and humorous. Only a Dom would find that sort of thing funny, she mused. By damn he was one sexy bastard when he smiled. And when he didn’t. 


She was hooked.

He tugged her “leash” and she was obliged to follow him. He slowed to watch a leather-clad woman bullwhip a burly man. His cock was locked in a cage, his nipples cruelly pegged. As he shuddered beneath a snapping blow, she clearly saw the back end of a plug up his bum. It made her wet, which surprised her. His cock twitched with every whip-stroke, and she felt an answering tingle in her clit.

“You seem very…interested,” he said in a low voice.

“He’s…amazing. So is she,” she replied, equally quiet.

“Mistress Dominica is a master of the whip. Shall I sign you up for one of her classes?”

She couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or not, so she shook her head.

“If you’re sure…” his voice trailed off as the sub roared out a yell when the tip of the whip hit just near his balls. “Well, that had to hurt,” he said, cupping a hand over his groin and making her almost giggle out loud.

“Stop,” she hissed, but she grinned as he made a faux scared face at her, still cupping himself. He tugged her onward.

She frowned as they left the play room, entering the bar. What the hell was he up to now?


Not only had he ushered her through the bar and outside, but he’d led her to his car, all but shoved her in, hands still tied, and belted her safety belt. He’d driven her home with no conversation whatsoever, which made her curious. Her tits were tender from his earlier slap-fest, but her clit pounded like it was a gong.

She needed to be fucked. She needed to cum. She wanted.


Damn him for stirring her up like this. She fidgeted in her seat. She caught just the faintest hint of a grin on his mouth; no, not even a grin, just the sexy upturn on one corner.

“Where are we going?”

The smile deepened. Thank gods above and below, she thought. He’s taking me home to fuck me there. 

He pulled into her driveway, parked, then came around to let her out. Releasing her hands, he slipped the tie loosely around her neck. Arm around her back, he led her upstairs, took her key and opened her door. Stepping inside, she all but threw herself at him, pulling his head down and kissing him fervently.

He tugged her dress down, then off. Helping her step free of it, he held up his hand to forestall her.

“Go to the bathroom.”

“Now?” she all but moaned.

“No, tomorrow. Yes, of course now. Do you  need me to assist you? Watch you?”

“Oh hell no!” 

She scurried to the bathroom, used the toilet quickly. Looking at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands, she noted the bruises already blushing along her breasts.  She felt weak in the knees. Oh gods, she so needed this.

He was leaning against the dining room wall, pulling the tie absently through his fingers. Shyly she walked towards him, she naked as the day she was born, he, so well dressed in his suit. Straightening, he gestured to her to come.

“Here,” he said, pointing to the floor in front of him. “Good girl, now turn.”

She presented her back to him as instructed. What was coming? Her heart was all fluttery in her chest, her nipples grew taut. When he tapped her inner thigh, she spread her feet wider. She felt something between her thighs…the cool silk of his tie. He pulled it forward and back, teasing her clit for a moment.

“Hold the ends,” he said, and she took them, one in front, one behind, holding them. It took all her willpower to not rub it against her clit, but he hadn’t indicated to do so, and she didn’t want to push it.

“I picked this up at the club, while watching your delightful ass from across the room. Several of my friends were hoping that I’d share you, you know. You made such a pretty picture there, vulnerable, yet wanting.”

The shiver of need ran up and down her spine. A fresh drool from her pussy was soaked up by his tie.

“But I declined. After all, you and I hardly know one another. 13 working days, and one evening run-in hardly qualifies as getting to know you, right?”

She nodded, glad he hadn’t shared her. So wrapped up in the thoughts of that, that she didn’t notice at first, the heavy metal belt he fastened around her waist.

“Open wider, slut.”

Her legs spread, and a thick metal spine was pressed against her pussy. She jolted at the chill of it. There was a click at her backside. His fingers slid under the front of the band.

“Your pussy is so fucking hot,” he murmured. “Wet, juicy, I’ll bet you need to cum, don’t you?”

“oh, yesss,” she moaned, pressing against his probing fingers. Then they were gone, and a second click sealed the band firmly between her legs.

“No cumming tonight, I’m afraid.”

He lifted his fingers to her mouth.

“Taste that. Taste that needy cunt juice. Yours, little girl. Your needy cunt is going to leak all night, I’m afraid. I’ll be back in the morning to release you so that you can pee.”

He slid the tie from under the crotch band as she stared in shock at him.

“Wait…what? What?? YOU….you…you can’t… ” she yelped. “I…I need….”

“..to wait until I decide it’s time for you to come. Just…be careful what you wish for, little girl. I am a sadist, after all.”

He tied her wrists quickly with the tie, binding them firmly but not so tight that it would be harmful.

“Tonight you will sleep, smelling your arousal all night long. Your pussy will ache and weep and …eventually, you will sleep, and dream of all the wonderful, awful, delightful torments I will do to you.”

He kissed her on her nose, then pushed her into her room, closed the door. Quietly, he let himself out of the apartment, heaving a deep sigh. His cock throbbed. He patted his crotch as he jogged down the steps.

“Soon, my raging friend. Soon.”

His cock knew it would not be soon enough for either of them.

Hired! ~10~

y’all have stuck with this for 9 chapters without ANY sex. That’s over 10,000 words, you guys!  I’m so happy that you’re reading, and commenting and loving this tale. You’re wait is about to be over…. ~n~ oh…and today is my birthday…but I’m giving you all the gift! Enjoy!


The room was designed to look like the interior of an old barn, all wood beams, studs, and rustic boards. Around the room were alcoves, formed by thicker beams. They weren’t private, but they were intimate, she thought. Eyeing the heavy iron rings, nails, and hooks, she licked her lips. He watched her take in the great space, feeling himself harden when that wily tongue slipped over her shapely mouth. He could see the need within her, feel her fascination with the variety of straps and chains which hung near each station. He led her to one niche, pushing her against the wall. The heat of his body settled against her ass. She wiggled against him, smiling to herself. His hand, still holding her tie-wrapped wrists, pulled them up over her head. Hanging in this particular space were a pair of heavy cuffs, hung on a length of chain. Pausing a moment, he felt her bum press hard into his groin and wiggled.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered into her hair, slapping her bum.

“Me?” she said, her voice a husky tease as she looked over her shoulder at him. “I was just warming up.”

“Indeed,” he said wryly. She had certainly warmed up parts of his anatomy. Now it was time to return the favor. He slipped each wrist into a cuff, sliding away his tie. He looped it around her throat, the ends trailing down her back.  Pressing forward, he squashed her against the roughness of the wall, centering his shaft on her buttcrack, and moved suggestively along that welcoming valley.  When she moaned, he took a step back. Time to dance, he thought.

He lifted her chin, serious now.

“Yes? Or no?”

She gazed at him a moment, looking into his eyes, then at his mouth, before returning to his eyes. Smiling slightly, her lips parted.


He nodded, accepting her acquiescence.


She’d pondered that, actually. She couldn’t use “red”…that had been her safeword with Alex, and it conjured up too many hard memories.

“Ouch?” she said at last, grinning cheekily.

“Oh, I think you’ll be saying that far to often for that to be a good choice. Besides, with that “ouch” comes the pleasure. Would you deny yourself that?”

He made a good point, damn him. It was interesting seeing the Dom-mode begin to suffuse him. There’d been flashes, to be sure, but this was way more intense. He wasn’t scary-Dom, but he was…


More primal, perhaps. Eyes sharp and keen. It was body language and a way he had of engaging visually.

“I see the wheels turning again, Ms. Bobblehead.”

“Oh, right, safe-word. Uhm…” she paused, and he wondered what was coming out of that cheeky mouth next. Her eyes were dancing.

“What about asshole?”

He grinned, shook his head.

“You’re a smartass to the core, aren’t you? No. A word you’ll remember.”

“Oh, I have no problem remembering to call you an asshole,” she said sweetly. “I already have, many times.”

“You may want to remember your position here, little girl. You’re rather…vulnerable… just now, yes?”

She thought he might smack her ass then, give her a taste of what she needed. Her mouth formed into a round () of surprise at his next move.

He reached out then, and firmly tugged down the top of her dress. Her tits popped free, bobbing back and forth as if to entice his touch. He gave a quick slap to the top of each, making her gasp. He slapped at the sides, but couldn’t get a good angle. She was too close to the wall for him to get a good swing going. Moving behind her, he tugged her hips back, forcing her to bend. Her tits swung in the air. He reached for something, she couldn’t see from the angle, but the slap of a crop against the underside of her breast was familiar, and painful. There was no sound for some minutes as he beat her tits, top, sides, bottom. When he paused, she was breathing heavily.

“Was there a word, miss?”

She shuddered a deep breath into her lungs, her tits blazing fire. For a long moment she couldn’t even remember her name let alone a word. A word. A safe-word. Right. She thought she might cum right then and there. A quick slap of the crop on her nipple made her gasp.

“Mercy!.” She yelped out the word.

“Good choice,” he said, then returned to slapping at her tits. He alternated using the crop and his hands in equal measure. She thought she would scream with the hurt, but the pleasure of it held her silent other than moans and gasps. Finally, when she thought she was going to have to cry her safe-word, he stopped. How these Tops knew the breaking point was a mystery to her.

“Good girl,” he crooned, rubbing her aching breasts, his crotch coming to rest hard against her ass. And she could feel him. Feel the rock hard jut of his cock against her rear. She was salivating at the thought of that hardness sliding between her thighs and soothing the fire he’d managed to light in her pussy.

His hands slid down her sides, then hooked into the hem of the bandage dress. Lifting it slowly, she wanted to scream ‘hurry, please, touch me’, but held onto herself. Gawd, but he was taking his time, his fingers sliding over her round belly, trailing along the curve of her hips, the tops of her thighs.

“Please,” she moaned, pressing herself back against him.

“You know,” he said conversationally,  “I think this is the most pleasant you’ve ever been to me! Even saying ‘please’. It’s very out of character, you know.”

A long moan escaped as his hands teased up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she most needed to be touched.

“Are you becoming a greedy slut?” he asked, his tone deepening. He could smell her arousal, feel the heat in her groin. His fingers moved an inch closer. She was quivering, her ass pushing out hard against him.

“Oh, please,” she whimpered.

His hands lifted, cupping her tits and flicking the nipples with his thumbs. He was holding her hard against him, his fingers kneading the tender flesh, constantly fluttering over her erect nips.

“Be right back,” he said cheerily, and stepped away.

He could hear her groan from across the room, and he smiled broadly. She heard him approach, hope blooming.

“Oh, by the way,  could you hold this for me until I come back?”

He slid the crop handle between her thighs, lifting it tight against her pussy. She ground down on it, rubbing her clit, moaning as he snugged it close. OH gawd, so close,she thought, trying to move to the best position.

He lowered the crop to mid-thigh.

“That’s better. Don’t want you leaking all over that,” he said. And he laughed. The asshole.

“Oh, and KittyCat? Don’t drop it. You won’t want to find out what happens if you do.”

The sound of his footsteps moving away made her want to scream. She wanted to shift position, to rub herself on something, anything. But if she moved, she’d drop the crop.  And his warning had been delivered in full-on Dom voice. Which made dropping the damn thing all the more tempting. The devious bastard!






Hired! ~9~

He wondered, very briefly, which of them was in control at this moment. She was a mash up of shy/bubbly, bossy/submissive.

And she was being a massive cock tease.

It would be a lie to himself to not admit that she had grabbed him by the short and curlies with that one, naughty whisper,

“I’m not wearing any”

when he’d asked her to remove her panties. So much for her prim and proper act, he mused as he slid into the drivers seat.

“So, dancing?” she said, her eyes twinkling as she snigged her seatbelt into the lock.

“Oh indeed,” he replied as he buckled his own. For just a heartbeat they were facing each other. His fingers snagged her chin and he pulled her closer still, then kissed her mouth. It was firm, but brief. He felt her yielding, leaning just a bit further into his space. He shrugged mentally, then deepened the press of his mouth to hers, spearing his tongue into her mouth and tasting her.

His other hand wanted to rise, wanted to take her breast and pinch and tug it, wanted to mimic what his mouth was doing to her lips. But he broke the kiss off, and started the car.

“Dancing, coming right up,” he said.


It was ridiculous. His kiss had her all stirred up. She was horny, and needy, and that was on her, but that didn’t mean she needed to roll out the red carpet to her pussy just because his lips were magical.

Not magical, for geeze sake.


Just….she paused in her thinking attempting to tamp down her suddenly raging desire.  He gave a fucking damn good kiss. She could live with that. But boy, she had wanted him to yank her out of her seat, maul her tits, make her sit on his lap and ride him until they were both a messy pile of sweat and…

She broke off that thought, too. Clenching her thighs, she gave herself a stern talking-to.

You are not going to get involved here.

This guy fired you,  for fucks sake!

Okay, maybe he didn’t actually fire you, but he started it.

She rolled her eyes at herself.
“I’m beginning to see that when you go through all these head gestures, that you’re carrying on some sort of internal dialogue. Am I featured in it?”

His voice jolted her back to awareness. Where were they, anyway? She wasn’t that familiar with town, and in the darkness it was hard to say where, exactly, they were.

“What?” she said, realizing that he was awaiting her reply.

“Oh, no,” she said immediately. “No, you weren’t in the conversation.”

“I’m aware. Since I was silent and you were bobbling your head like…one of those bobble-head dolls.”

Her shoulders straightened. This, this was the thing he did that so got under her skin! He compared her to the stupidest things! She would not even dignify that with a reply, just turned a steely glare at him.

He laughed, of course.

“You’re a child,” she said.

“We’re here.”

She looked out the window. He’d driven her to the club. Her mouth opened, closed. If she said anything, he’d know that she …what she…

She could almost hear Savannah in her head saying ‘so what if he knows? why not enjoy the ride?’

Well. She breathed deeply as he exited the car, coming to her door like a gentleman. Which he wasn’t.  The door opened, and his hand appeared.

“You’re not a gentleman.”

“Sure I am. Here.”

He knew. He knew that she knew what this place was. And was warning her that this nice guy stuff ended at the door. A flush of nerves ran down her spine, fast as heat-lightning dashing across a summer sky.

In for a penny… she breathed, and took his hand.


They weren’t even stopped at the door. One head nod to himself and the bouncer just pressed the damn buzzer to allow them entry. When she’d come in, there’d been a barrage of questions. Which she totally understood. But the head nod, that indicated that he wasn’t just a casual visitor. He was known here. He gave her no more time to ponder; sliding his arm around her lower back, he guided her inside.

They walked into a wall of noise. Conversations pitched to be heard over a thumping beat.  He guided her to the bar, leaned over.

“Mamma,” he yelled to the woman who had counseled Kat earlier in the week.

“My prince has arrived,” she crowed, hustling down the length of the bar with a welcoming grin. “Oh, and look who you have with you. Hello again, my little friend! You’re in good hands with this one,” she winked, gesturing with a finger bedecked with a series of thin gold rings to her knuckle. “Just exactly who I would have picked for you, little one.”

“MammaLa,” Kat said, taking her hand and squeezing it. “I thought he was taking me dancing.”

“There are all kinds of dancing, yes?” Mamma laughed loudly as Kat threw a quick glance behind her shoulder.

“Mamma,” He chided. “Don’t scare her off…that’s my job.”

“I am not scared of you, not one bit,” she said, her back stiffening.

“Not yet, he said, his voice faux-foreboding.

“That’s the worst Vincent Price impression I’ve ever heard,” she said.

“You attempt to deflate my ego yet again. C’mon, let us dance.”

He tugged her arm and twirled her in a fast spin.

“But not here, I think.”

With another of those nods to yet another Watcher, they passed through a door marked PRIVATE, leaving the main bar behind. Neither saw MammaLa’s wide grin as she watched.

“There’s gonna be some fun there. Those two were tossing sparks off of each other like a summer meadow of fireflies!”


“You know.”

They were sitting in a corner of a large room. A room filled with a wide-ranging group of people, and a huge assortment of toys and equipment. Toys mean for pain, for pleasure.

“Of course.”

They locked gazes until a particularly loud shriek from across the room caused her to drop her eyes first. Damn him,  she thought.

“How? I mean…Alex?”

“Of course not. Do you think I listened to anything he said about you? I knew after a few very short minutes that he and you had been intimately involved, and that it didn’t end well. And here you are, a thousand plus miles from him, which speaks volumes, Katherine.”

She guessed she hadn’t thought of that, really.

“I wanted a change.”

His thumb caressed that sliver of skin between her thumb and forefinger. She hadn’t even realized he was still holding her hand. When she would have tugged it free, he would not relinquish it.

“Mine. For now. Don’t fight me. Just be, Kat. Remember, NO is always an option.”

The pause was to allow her time to say it, but she couldn’t. The groundswell of need was rushing through her, flooding her with feelings and sensations she’d thought she’d put away.

“So you came here a few days ago. I was driving in as you were driving out. You didn’t see me, but I did see you. And it clicked for me.”

“Well….” What could she possibly say to that. “I’m probably going back home.”

“Really? When you have such a great job, with a delightful boss?”

“You are not a delight.”

Now she did tug her hand free.

“You’re dictatorial, unorganized, refuse to relinquish control of anything to anyone.”

“Which is why I need you.”

“You say that now, when we’re here…” she waved her hand around the room. “I’ve done that dance before, mister, and it didn’t work so well for me.”

“It is hard to fuck the boss.”

She blinked.

“Well…when you put it that way, yes. It’s nearly impossible to have a relationship…a working relationship…and a sexual relationship with the same person.”

“I rather think that depends on the people involved. Your last lover was an asshole. As a boss? Totally an asshole. What I do here is not the same as out there in the real world. There has to be a distinction, Katherine. I can’t go around asking for you to work on your hands and knees and still run my company professionally. For all I teased you before, I simply can’t be your sexual partner at work. We’d have to turn all that off. But here? Or at home? Oh, that’s where the fun begins.”

“So, you’re saying there’s no fun at work?”

“Blowjobs under the desk? Your panties in my pocket,  fucking over my desk? Not likely! There’s always so much work that needs doing, as you may recall.”

“That’s exactly why you needed me. You need to trust me, and delegate…not just to me but to others on the staff. We’re there to help you, you jerk.”

“Did you just call your boss a jerk?”

“Mr. Jerkface Jackson, right? If the name fits…”

“You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?”

She smirked at him. He mimicked her expression. She broke first, again, and dissolved into giggles.

“Your face,” she said between laughs. “OMG, you’re such a nutjob! I wish I didn’t like that about you.”

“You’re a smartass. I wish I didn’t like that about you.”

He rose from the table, and took her, not by the hands, but by the wrists.

“Now, my dear, I think it’s time we dance.” 

“You’re going to play all suited up like that?” she queried, in part to tamp down the mix of nerves and lust.

“No, I’m going to the men’s room to go don my leather pants and bare my chest.” He puffed out his pec’s and she giggled again.

“You are not!” she laughed.

“What, you think I can be a Dom without my skintight leather pants?” She laughed harder.

“I doubt you need to play dress up, but if it’s what you need, far be it from me to stop you.”

He tugged her hard so that she fell against him. His mouth brushed her ear as he whispered

“that is not what I need, little girl.”

His mouth moved down the column of her neck to the tender place where neck and shoulder met. His lips traced a tickley line there, making her shiver and giggle at the teasing sensation.

When his teeth closed on the damp flesh, she moaned, then squealed as the ache built. His hands had let her arms go, but they came to her shoulders, holding her close as he nipped his way back to her ear. A hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and baring her throat to his mouth. Kisses and bites moved slowly across the soft flesh, around and up to her jaw, before he found her mouth again.

He took. He ravaged. He pillaged. She moaned.

When he stepped back, she stood, swaying, trying to get her bearings. The bites gave a gentle throb, matching the one that was growing between her thighs. OH, this was a bad idea, she thought, but there was no way she was stopping now.

Her hand touched her bottom lip, swollen from his savage mouth. She felt the hard nubs of her nipples, yearning for his touch. He had her, she knew it. She would be mad at him later, for certain. Her eyes followed his hands as they slipped of his suit coat, laying it carefully over the chair, as he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, as he slipped the tie from around his neck and advanced towards her. Those hands! How she wanted them on her.

“Let me?” he asked, holding the tie out.

Without a trace of reluctance, she placed her wrists upon it. He tugged a slip knot around  them, pulled her close for a moment and kissed her nose, then led her across the floor.


Hired! ~8~

If she thought that he was going to haul her up off of the floor and onto the bed, she was delusional, he thought, straightening his tie in her bedroom mirror. She’d slipped into the bathroom to ‘freshen up’, girlspeak for pissing, he guessed.

Looking around at the explosion of clothing in her room, he eyeballed the bed. OH, yeah, he definitely thought about fucking her brains out, but in this room? Though he was not a neat freak, he was afraid someone would quite possibly put an eye out on some of the garments strewn about. He gave her points for her bed being made.

His eyes narrowed. Her bed was made. The only clothing thrown higgley piggly about the room was sexy clothing. A wide smile broke like dawn across his face. Sexy clothing. Everywhere. She wasn’t just nervous about dating her boss, she wanted to look sexy for him.

As he’d jokingly ordered her.

Well now, wasn’t that a kick in the arse? The smile slid away as he heard the toilet flush. There was no point in rubbing it in her face. Yet. All things in good time, as was said. Sliding his hands in his pockets, he moved to the living room to wait for her.

“I suppose your reservations are ruined. Sorry.”

yeah right, sorry not sorry,  she thought as she stepped into view.

“No indeed. I called ahead to bump up our time. We’re good.”

“Oh, great,” she said with patently false enthusiasm.

“Let’s go then, shall we?”

“shall we” she muttered under her breath, but of course he was all eagle-eared and heard it.

“Tsk tsk. Mocking your boyfriend isn’t nice.”

“You are NOT my boyfriend. This is a debt to be paid.”

“Ah, So…you won’t get any enjoyment out of the evening then. Shall I take you to a burger joint and get you fries and a shake instead of steak and caviar?”

“I don’t like caviar. Too salty.” In truth, she’d never had any.

“Uh huh,” he replied, taking her arm. “Let’s go, Kat, and stop stalling.”

As if to emphasize the point, his stomach rumbled and she laughed. “Even your stomach has to add its two cents?” she laughed, poking his belly with her elbow as she slipped into her shoes.

“Hmm,” was his only reply as he watched her body move in interesting ways under the dress. “Nice shoes.”

“Hmm,” she mocked him.

“This could be a long evening.”

“Or a short one,” she retorted. “You could get sick of me and take me home early.”

He just smiled that smirky-face smile and held the door for her.


The restaurant was quiet and elegant. Subtle wait staff, fine wine, snowy linens. There was some soft music playing at the edges of her hearing, but she was drawn again and again to his face. He laughed. He teased. He gestured with his silverware. He stole her food, and plopped some of his on her plate, then laughed when her eyes rolled at him.

The waiter removed their dishes, and he ordered ice cream for dessert.

“What, no chocolate cake?”

“Don’t want you weighed down with all that in your belly when we go dancing.”

“Dancing?!” Her voice squeaked. “You never said a thing about that?”

“How neglectful of me.”

In truth, he didn’t look apologetic at all. Then again, it wasn’t really an apology. Her brows furrowed as she stared at him. He looked back at her, eyes dancing, chin resting in his palm. Daring her. He was silently needling her and she was not going to fall for it. Letting her breath out slowly, she smiled at him.


If she’d hoped to fuddle him, she failed. He just smiled and leaned back as their ice cream was served. When the waiter left, he gestured with his spoon.


Dom voice.

She ate.


She stood beside him as they waited for their coats. Her back straightened, shoulders back, and shot him a look when his hand slid over the curve of her ass.

“What. Was. That.”

“My hand.”

Gritting her teeth, she looked up at him.

“I know it was your hand.”

“Why did you ask? Did you think it was my foot?”

There was that deep breath again, in, out, in, out. She was not going to let him goad her. Pizza and temper had gotten her into this mess, and calm was going to get her home in her bed alone in a little bit. She was not going to let him poke her into flaring at him.

“I was sure it wasn’t your foot, because that is firmly planted…”


That smirk, again. So help her god, she was going to…breathe, breathe…

“on the floor.  Why was your hand on my butt?”



“Well, sometimes hands have a mind of their own. It’s a very curvy ass.”

“You’re calling me …fat?”

“Curvy. In all the right places. I’m not into stick figure women, Kat.”

“Oh, so all I need to do to get you to leave me alone is go on a diet?”

He laughed. He was so fucking outrageously sexy when he laughed like that. All-in, that was how he expressed his joy. Head back, lips smiling, the total abandon of his guffaws made her smile.

Except, she wasn’t going to smile and encourage him.

He flicked a finger down her cheek.

“So serious. Yet, a lovely ass. I doubt if anything you did could discourage me…other than saying ‘no’. No is acceptable…if you are truly uncomfortable with me.”

Considering the current climate, it was a decent thing for him to say. And truthfully, he wasn’t forcing  her to do any of this. He may have tweaked her into it, but she was honest enough to admit that she was…kind of…sort of…maybe enjoying his company.

At least he wasn’t her boss, so that bridge was gone downriver.

She leaned close.

“I could fart.”

“One assumes so, yes. Amazingly enough, so do I.”

“I could have spinach between my teeth.”

“Nope, clear.”

“You didn’t even look.”

“You didn’t have spinach at dinner.”

“Well, I didn’t have it today.”

“Oh.” That gave him pause.

“Well, that might preclude me kissing you…but since I already have, I can confidently say that you do not, nor did you earlier, have spinach between your teeth.”

She laughed. He loved the way her entire face lit up when she really let herself go. This was becoming a very enjoyable evening, and yet the best was yet to come. No pun intended.

He leaned close again.

“How about, before the coats come, you jot into that restroom and remove your panties for me?”

Her mouth fell open, and she looked up at him, wide-eyed, before leaning up to his ear. Coming towards them was the hostess with their jackets in hand. She held his arm to brace herself as she rose to tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

“I can’t do that!”

He looked down at her, and grinned that heart-melting, devilish grin.

“Sure you can,” he said, normal voiced.

On tiptoe again, she tugged him down lower to her mouth by his tie.

“I can’t,” she whispered, sounding breathless. He had to admit that the sound of her voice, and the wisp of her warm breath against his ear was a two-pronged turn on.

“You can.”

“But I can’t,” she said again, then swirled her tongue around his ear, the cheeky witch!

“I’m not wearing any.”



Hired! ~7~

She opened her mouth to speak, but his finger pressed against her lips, quieting her.

“Don’t argue just for the sake of arguing,” he cautioned. “We both know how much you’d hate eating your own words.”

He didn’t just remove his finger. Oh, that would have been far too simple, she thought. She felt pissy thinking it, and tried to figure out where that was coming from. Self-examination before going out with Mr. Dangerous? Weird, but likely necessary. It seemed silly, okay, stupid to be holding onto a work-grudge. And yet he had  figuratively tied her hands there, holding her back from doing all but the most mundane and trivial work that even a gopher could have accomplished.  Still, the curl of lust in her belly could not be denied as that finger slipped down her chin, then raised it. His eyes practically ate her, she thought, her heart fluttering nervously. He moved closer still, then his lips brushed lightly across hers.

“Okay,” he said, a smile on his face, “let’s be off, shall we?” and he lightly smacked her bottom. She jumped, the spell he’d woven around her broken.

No. Not broken. Enhanced.

Still, she wasn’t ready to get into a sexual haze with her boss, version 2.0. Been there, done that, ripped up the tee-shirt,  she thought.

“You’re frowning already.”

Shaking herself, she tried to find a snappy retort, but she found herself unable to find one that seemed appropriate.

“I’m trying to decide what to wear. As a jacket.”

“Well, choose quickly, as our reservation time is approaching.”

Quickly, she opened the coat closet, where order ruled, and grabbed her short leather jacket. It would pair nicely with her outfit.

“Ready,” she said.

“I think you’ve forgotten something.”

“I have my purse here, my jacket…you’re here, so….” she looked at him like he was mentally deficient, he thought.

“Is going out barefoot the new thing?” he mused.

“Oh HELL!” she said, then giggled. “Okay, you win. I’ll go get shoes.”

She dashing into her bedroom and paused. Shit, she’d almost forgotten the unholy mess in here.

“Dear. God.”

She turned to find a look of shock and perhaps horror on his face.

“Katherine…” he said, his voice trailing away as he took in the enormity of the mess.

“No. No, go away. You didn’t see this. It never happened. I mean, never. It’s one date, and you’ll never have to witness this ever again.”

She pushed him back, but he was like a brick wall.

“Well, we’ll debate that later, but what the hell happened in here? It looks like you threw your very own panty party in here. Or a rave. Or whatever the hell they call it these days. This…from my tidy, organized, everything-in-it’s-place  Katherine? I…it…” he ran a hand over his hair, then looked at her, and laughed. “You’re a fucking slob at home, Ms. TidyPants.”

“I am NOT,” she retorted, her cheeks flushing. She shoved at him again.

“Oh, only all this evidence to the contrary,” he guffawed, his hand swinging around to take in the entirety of the room.

“Shut. Up. Mr. Jerkface Jackson.” Teeth gritted she began pushing him in earnest. “Out. Shoes. Go.”

She darted to the open closet door, and grabbed the first pair of black shoes in there. She knew they were the right ones because those had not been affected by the Attack of  First Date Syndrome. Darting back to the door, her foot caught in a bra strap, the other caught in a cup. When she tried to shake it off, she stepped on the boning of the her corset, and yelped. Hopping on one foot, she immediately slid across a silk teddy, and wound up flailing along the side of her bed, until she fell. She landed face first. Burying  her face deeper into the pile of crap on her bed, she moaned.

His footfalls moved across the room. Carefully and slowly, she noted, so he wouldn’t step on her shit. She didn’t want him to get any closer so she tried to shoo him away.

“I’m not ever getting up from here. I’m not ever going to look at you, or remember that you exist in the world. Go away and leave me to die in my embarrassment.”

Her hands made flopping motions at him, as if to wave goodbye.  Her voice, muffled by the pile of clothing and blankets on the bed, came out as a wail. His laughter clearly carried to her, however.

Damn him.

He kept laughing. He laughed so hard that he tried to sit on the edge of the bed beside her, but he slipped on a silk charmeuse robe, rolling right down the side of the bed to land on his butt on the floor beside her legs.

And still he laughed, the dumb ass.

“ohmygawd,” she moaned, but a giggle escaped.

He gulped air, coughed, as he laughed even harder, then tugged on her leg until she fell down beside him.  He had tears in his eyes from laughing, the rotten cur!

“Stop laughing,” she laughed.

“Can’t,” he laughed.

Later, she was never sure how long they sat there in the destruction of her room, but they were both exhausted, sides aching, when they finally ran out of giggles.



Hired! ~6~

Staring around her bedroom, she could hardly believe that a cyclone hadn’t blown through it. She ran a hand through her already tangled hair.

“I won’t,” she said staring at one outfit on the bed.

“No. Just. No.” Her gaze had fallen on the curtain hook where yet another outfit hung dejected…and rejected.

“I will not dress ‘sexy’for him,” she snarled out loud, using her hands to describe the :sexy: in air quotes. She stalked around her bed, stepping over piles of bra’s and panties, cami’s and one very sexy corset.

“No, no, NO!”

Pausing, chest heaving, she slid to the floor.

“What the fuckity fuck have I gotten myself into?” She moaned, her back to the destruction of what had been a tidy and organized closet.


He made the arrangements himself, since he didn’t have an assistant today. He’d correct that shortly, but he could make do for one day.  He glanced over at the tie he’d draped over the back of the chair from yesterday’s…discussion. It was as good a word as any, he reasoned.  He doubted he’d smiled so much in such a short time since he was a kid and got a bike for Christmas. Every time he looked at that tie, he felt ebullient. Christ, he might just have it framed.

Tearing his eyes from the pizza-soiled strip of silk, he turned back to the pile of papers on his desk, resisting the urge to glance at his wristwatch again. Had a Friday ever lasted so long?  He opened his drawer, and withdrew a pen. Then opened the drawer again to marvel at its contents, all so neatly organized. It made him think of her. Not just the amazing ways she made his days easier, though she had. But the look of her, her curvy figure and sweet face. And the sound of her voice, from that slightly snippy tone she took when she was annoyed with him, to the sweet sound of her giggles when he managed to amuse her. The way she poked and prodded him to do things she felt he needed to do. She was funny, too. She made great coffee, and she put people at ease, even if she was not going to let them see him.  She was strict, and demanding in her own right, but when he used his Boss Voice, she was also sweetly subservient. Such a dichotomy of a woman. By damn he wanted  her back in his office.

And by damn he wanted her in his bed.


“I don’t know,”  she moaned into the phone.

“Kat.” There was the no-nonsense voice she needed. “You just need to choose an outfit. One. Fucking. Outfit. Why are you making such a thing out of this?”

“It’s a revenge date! Not a date-date. It’s a “you fucked up my tie and now I’m going to mess with your head” date. For gosh sake, Savannah, he TOLD me to dress sexy for him. Why on Earth would I obey?”

“Uh, gee, I dunno,” her friend replied in her best brain-dead voice. “Maybe because you’re a submissive? Maybe because you like to dress sexy?”

“Well, yeah I get that, but I don’t want him to know that!”

“No, you don’t want him to win!  her friend retorted quickly.

“Fuck you!” Kat growled into the phone.

“You wish,” Savannah giggled.

The two erupted in laughter.

“Wear the sexah dress,” Savannah intoned in her funeral parlor mortician voice.

“I DOAN WANNA…” Kat moaned. “Doan waaaaannnnnnaaaa….”, though she walked over and picked up the sexy thing.

“Put that on right now and take a picture to prove to me that you did.” Her friend switched to Domme voice.

“Not. Fair.”

“I’m always fair. Just sometimes unkind. Do it.”

Her friend knew how to make Katherine respond, and just  now she needed a push.

“I’ve got my black boots, on,” Savannah said firmly. Her friend moaned.

“Damn you. Fine. Just…you’re not the boss of me.”

“No, I’m not the boss of you. But I am a boss. Be ready…soon. It’s nearly 8 where you are, you know.”

There was a sound of rustling fabric.

“Okay, I’ll send the fucking picture to you soon. Like 5 minutes.” She clicked off, and all but leapt into the dress. It looked like bandages wrapped around her, silky black fabric covering the important bits, with sheer black lace inserted in interesting places. A hint of side boob, a flash of hip, the curve of her bottom. Oh, it hid everything it needed to, but it alluded to so much more.

This might just kill him, she mused to herself, posing in the mirror. Quickly she snapped the pic, and sent it to her BFF. The reply text came back just as the doorbell chimed. She looked at it quickly, then gave a quick cheep of alarm.

I sure hope he takes you someplace to fuck you, because he might faint from the shock of  seeing how you keep your bedroom…!

Looking again at the pic she’d sent, she realized just what she’d captured in the background. Turning, hands on hips, she looked around at the disaster she dubbed “First Date Dressing Syndrome”. Surely there was a chapter or two allotted to this problem in the Psychological Journal, right?  Because this whole first date thing was definitely fucking with her psyche. Shaking her head, she heard the chime again. It sounded impatient, just like him.

“Keep yer pants on” she yelled at the door, certain he couldn’t hear her.

She opened the door, to find him leaning negligently against the jamb, fingers busy at his belt.

“Oh, hi Katherine, I was getting impatient about you not answering your door so I thought I’d take my pants off and try again.”

She rolled her eyes at him, and he laughed.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re beautiful.” She shook her head, gestured him inside her apartment, praying that she’d remembered to shut her bedroom door.

He took her arm, swinging her around as she closed the apartment door.

“Oh!” she said, before his mouth came down on hers, kissing her firmly. His mouth was not gentle, but exploring. Lips pressing hers, then moving to the corner of her mouth, the top lip, the bottom lip, before parting hers. His tongue slipped between them, and when she would have pulled away, his hand came up and cupped her head, holding her steady as he plundered her mouth.

When he broke from her, she was panting, head swimming, lips trembling.

“I wanted to get that out of the way so you wouldn’t be worrying about it all night. Now you only need to wonder if it’s going to happen again.”

He leaned towards her, then whispered in her ear.

“It will.”