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  He pulled the gag from my mouth and slipped my panties into his pocket. “I spanked you because you have been distracted lately. Distraction leads to mistakes. I cannot afford to have you making mistakes, Carrie.” He lingered over my name. It instantly brought back the sensation of his fingers slipping in and out of my body. It made my knees tremble and for a moment I was certain they would buckle beneath me. How did he do that?

  “I’ll have someone messenger over the outfit I want you to wear tonight. I’ll pick you up promptly at seven. I expect you to be ready...” His eyes raked over my body once more lingering on my breasts and pussy. He licked his lips slowly and stood up. He towered over me and I shivered softly.

  Part of me wanted to rebel, to fight against what he was doing. But a much larger part of me wanted it. I wanted everything he could give me. Every touch of his hand on me sent shivers down my spine. If he could do this much to me in his office, then what would he do to me once he had me alone somewhere secluded?

  “Am I making myself clear?” I nodded and swallowed hard. There was no way I could disobey this man. He held power over me and I wasn’t sure why but I wanted to get to the bottom of it.

  “You should go home then. I can’t have you here making any more mistakes. I want you to be fully prepared for tonight.”

  I nodded once more and walked towards the door. Ashcroft grabbed me as I passed him and pulled my body back against his chest. He pushed my hair aside and carefully nibbled down the side of my neck. “Don’t wear any perfume. I want to smell you. I want to know the moment you are aroused. I want nothing between us. Understand?”

  “Yes...” I whispered the words. Ashcroft kissed my neck in response and then released me as abruptly as he had grabbed me. I stumbled slightly and flushed a rosy red. Ashcroft’s chuckle followed me from the room as I fumbled with the lock and escaped out of there.

  Reaching my desk I picked up my purse and tried to look important. Grabbing my coat I strode from the room my head held high. I needed to pretend that I was in control. If anyone knew what I had just done with the boss... they would never take me seriously again.

  The lift pinged open and I practically ran through the lobby and out into the fresh air. My emotions were in turmoil as I began to make my way home. Someone familiar caught my eye in a coffee shop window opposite my work. Richard sat inside the window, his hand draped across the hand of a slim, pretty blonde. The woman was laughing and her long hair flowed around her shoulders.

  A stab of hurt lanced through my stomach. Richard had been an asshole, but to see him laughing and flirting with another woman—a much slimmer, prettier woman—made me want to cry. The excitement I had felt as David had teased me in the office faded away. Why bother? I wasn’t attractive enough to keep anyone. David might be flirting with me now, but give him a few days and he would soon see sense. A man as attractive as he was would never want a frump like me.

  Tears stung my eyes as I ran down the sidewalk. Flagging a cab, I jumped into the backseat. Directions to my apartment were the only thing that stopped me from bursting into tears then and there.

  Flinging the money into the front seat I jumped out of the car, the hem of my dress ripping up the back in my haste. Mortification ate at me as I struggled to keep my modesty intact in front of the driver. He leered at me as I fought to hold the skirt in place. David still had my panties. If I flashed the driver he would get a full and complete view of my ass.

  Draping my coat around my lower half, I shuffled into the building and up the stairs to my apartment. Making it inside the door I collapsed in a heap on the floor and began to cry. My sobs were loud and pitiful. Tears ran down my face and dripped onto my blouse. If I hadn’t seen Richard I might have felt a little differently.

  He had only just left, so how could he have moved on so quickly? Did he really care so little for me that he would do that? Brushing my hand across my eyes it came away wet. How was I supposed to go to dinner with Ashcroft? He aroused me so much and I wanted him. But there was no way that he wanted me in the same way. Yes, I had felt his erection but every man would have an erection faced with a wet and willing woman bent over their desk.

  Shame burned my face as I thought back on my behaviour. How could I have embarrassed myself so much? I should have controlled myself better. And then to give David my panties. What must he think of me?

  I held my face in my hands. The sound of my intercom buzzing made me jump. Standing, I scrubbed the tears from my face and answered the insistent buzz.

  “Package for a Miss C. Grant.” The man’s voice sounded fuzzy through the technology. I swallowed. It seemed Ashcroft wasn’t kidding when he said he would have my clothes messengered over.

  “Come in.” My voice was brusque as I checked my face in the mirror. My skin was blotchy and flushed from my tears. I didn’t have time to think about it though. A knock on the door told me that the messenger was outside.

  Opening the door I signed for the package and took it inside. The man didn’t give me a second glance. The moment he had my signature he was bounding down the stairs once more.

  I carried the package into the bedroom and set it down. It was quite heavy, which surprised me. Opening the ribbons and lifting the lid from the black box I stared down in bewilderment at the contents. There was no way I would wear this. It wasn’t in the least bit suitable.

  A red lace corset sat on the top of the box. A smaller box contained a pair of black boots in my size. How did he know? Beneath it I discovered a long leather skirt in black. The skirt had the longest slit I had ever seen running up the length of it. It would leave nothing to the imagination I realised. A note lay at the bottom of the box. It was scrawled neatly in Ashcroft’s handwriting and I recognised it immediately.

  “No panties.”

  I blushed as I realised just what the skirt would reveal if I didn’t wear any knickers. Shaking my head I undressed and headed into the shower. I would need all the hours between now and seven to prepare.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Ten to seven and I sat on the edge of my bed in a silk robe. I couldn’t go through with it. I had tried to get the corset on but I couldn’t reach the lacing on the back to tie it up. It was pointless, I wasn’t cut out for this type of thing. Anyway, the corset had no sleeves and there was no way that I was going out with my arms exposed.

  I hugged myself with one arm as I picked up the wine glass and gulped down the remnants of the alcohol. My first glass had turned into a second and now I was feeling a little unsteady.

  The intercom buzzed and panic started to flutter around in my tummy. How could it be time already? It wasn’t possible. I carried the glass with me out into the hall and pressed the intercom button.

  “Let me in.” Ashcroft’s voice was sex personified. It whispered over my skin and caused my nipples to harden. My sex grew wet at the command in his voice and I was unable to disobey him.

  Without a word I pressed the button and unlocked the door. A few moments passed and my nerves grew to an almost unbearable level. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room. His face was unreadable as he took in my state of undress. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on seemed to rise from his skin.

  “You’re not ready...”

  The question hung in the air between us. The alcohol burned in my blood and it made me bold.

  “I’m not going.” I lifted my chin defiantly and stared him straight in the eye.

  “You’re not coming or you couldn’t do up the corset?” His lips quirked almost imperceptibly.

  “I couldn’t close it. But that’s not the point... I’m not that type of woman.”

  He moved towards me and crushed me against the wall, his body holding me easily in place. He pushed one knee between my legs and pressed my hands above my head. The glass I was holding dropped to the floor and shattered. He held my wrists with one hand whilst the other loosened the robe.

  Excitement curled in my stomach as his blue eyes drank in the sight of
my half naked body. He dipped his head to my neck and bit me softly.

  “You’re not what sort of woman?”

  My only response was a moan. His lips nibbled upwards to the edge of my earlobe. His tongue flicked against the sensitive little piece of skin before he moved back down the column of my neck once more. Reaching the tops of my bra-covered breasts he ran his tongue along the edge of the lace.

  Releasing my arms he used his hands to rip the lace bra apart. My breasts spilled out into his hands and he squeezed and pinched the nipples to life. I moaned and wrapped my hands around his neck.

  David’s mouth dipped down to suckle and lap at each nipple in turn. I arched up towards him, allowing him better access to my sensitive body. I burned with desire for him. My core dripped with need and I wanted to feel him bury his cock inside me.

  “Tell me, Carrie, tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not that sort of woman.” His words sent shivers of desire trembling across my body. I wanted this, I wanted him.

  He released me and tugged me down the hall to my bedroom. He pulled the robe from my shoulders and left it discarded on the hall floor. My mind whirled as he pushed the items of clothing from the bed before throwing me down on top of the covers. He unbuckled his trousers and slid them off in one fluid motion. I watched as he pulled off his jacket and threw it onto the pile of clothes that covered the floor. His shirt quickly followed.

  I attempted to cover my body with my hands. A growl dribbled out from between Ashcroft’s lips as he towered over me. His cock stood tall and proud away from his body. I had never slept with a man who had such a large cock before. My sex became slick as I thought of what it would feel like to have that enter me.

  Ashcroft climbed onto the bed and knelt over me. He gripped my hands and pinned them above my head.

  “Most Doms need to tie down their submissives. But I don’t need to tie you down, do I, Carrie?” He released my hands and I kept them where he had placed them.

  “What did I say about panties?” he said and tutted as he pulled the lace briefs down over my hips and dumped them over the edge of the bed.

  “Are you sure you’re not that kind of woman, Carrie?” Each time he used my name, pleasure rolled through my body.

  “I know what kind of woman you are. I know what you want and what you need.” He lowered his body down over mine and drove his cock up into my body.

  I cried out as its thickness penetrated me. He pinned me down, his hands holding mine in place as he began to move inside me. He punctuated each thrust with his words.

  “You need this, Carrie. You want me to own you. I’m going to make you my bitch. My little submissive slut. You’ll do everything I ask of you. You’ll belong to me and no one else.”

  It hit me then. Ashcroft was fucking me but he wasn’t wearing a condom. It had always been my biggest fantasy to have a man take me and just cum inside me. Pleasure tore through my body as his thrusts grew deeper and he worked his cock further inside me.

  I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deeper into my body. He growled against my ear and bit down on my neck. With a cry, I came, my body erupting in the most intense orgasm of my life. It rippled through my core. My pussy clenched and tightened around Ashcroft’s cock, milking him.

  “I’m going to cum in you, Carrie. I’m going to flood your cunt with my seed. Mark you inside as mine.”

  He groaned and threw back his head, his body tensing as his cock spasmed and jerked. Warm, thick cum squirted into my pussy, soaking it. Ashcroft jerked and spurted, his thrusts ragged as he came. With one final pulse he filled me with his cream.

  His breathing was heavy as he slid from my body and lay on the bed beside me. I stared up at the ceiling. I could feel his cum trickling down from my slit and soaking onto the covers beneath. I had never been taken like that before. My muscles ached and my neck was tender where Ashcroft had bitten me.

  Leaning up on one elbow, he looked down at my naked body beside his. He trailed his hand across the span of my rounded tummy.

  “You are that sort of woman. My sort of woman, Carrie. I’m going to introduce you to a world you never even knew existed. I need to know that no matter what I ask of you, you’ll trust me and do it. Be mine. My submissive. You’ll never want for anything ever again. I promise you.”

  Tears clouded my eyes as I nodded my consent. No man had ever wanted to claim me before. Now here was a gorgeous man, one who was way out of my league offering me a place in his bed.

  “Good girl.”

  Ashcroft slipped from the bed and I sat up. “What... what am I supposed to call you?”

  He turned to me with a smile. “In bed and when we’re playing, you will call me Master. When it is just the two of us, you can call me David.”

  I nodded and smiled tentatively. “I’m sorry I ruined your dinner plans.”

  An evil grin spread across David’s face. “Ruined them? Not at all. In fact, having you full of my cum at the club will be even better.”

  “Club?”

  “Yes. Private, members only. It’s where some of the richest men go to indulge their fantasies and check out each other’s submissives. You will be the jewel in the crown.”

  David extended his hand towards me and helped me up from the bed. “I’ll help you with your corset.” He pulled me in against his hard body. “Trust me, Carrie.” He whispered the words against my ear making my knees weak.

  “I do.” The words trembled out between my lips. I wasn’t sure why but I did trust him. I was the one I didn’t trust. I had let him seduce me so easily. What else was I capable of? The thought of that both thrilled and terrified me. What would I allow at the club? How far would I allow David to go?

  CHAPTER THREE

  David’s fingers deftly pulled the ribbons tighter on the corset. I could feel the air in my lungs being pushed up and out of my chest. If he tightened it much more I wasn’t going to be able to breathe at all.

  “It’s very tight.” My voice had gone up a few octaves.

  He tugged the ribbons again as though to show me he was in control.

  “It’s supposed to be tight. We wouldn’t want you spilling out of it, now would we?” He pressed his lips against my ear as he spoke and my knees grew weak. What was it about this man that caused me to have such a visceral reaction?

  One last tug on the ribbons and he was done. When he released them, my knees threatened to buckle beneath me. Why was I doing this? Was I really this desperate for affection that I was willing to let my boss take me to some strange club dressed like... I glanced in the mirror and all of my negative questioning fled my mind.

  My breasts heaved against the red corset making my pale skin shimmer. My legs, encased in the leather boots, looked longer than I had ever seen them. There was something different about me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. David moved closer to me and pressed his hands against my naked hips pulling the lower half of my body closer to his. His breath whispered against my neck and I let my eyes flutter shut.

  “You are beautiful, Carrie. Don’t ever doubt it.”

  He moved away from me and pulled his tie off the edge of the chair and began to carefully re-knot it. His hands were so strong and they moved with such precision. I remembered the feel of them against my body and it brought a flush to my cheeks.

  “Finish getting dressed.” His voice had lost all of its warmth and it was back to the commanding, dominant tone I was used to.

  With hands that shook I gathered up the leather skirt and tugged it up over my hips. The material clung to my skin, moulding against my ass. Every curve was visible and emphasised. I may as well have been naked. The slit exposed every inch of my thigh and each time I moved it opened, exposing me a little further.

  “I won’t let anything happen to you, Carrie. Trust me. You will be wearing far more clothes than some of the others there.”

  “Why are you taking me to this place?” I asked, finally finding my confidence. David lo
oked confused for a moment. Clearly no one had ever questioned him in the past.

  “If I am going to own you, if I am going to take you completely as my submissive, then I need to introduce you to my world. You need to know your place.”

  Uncertainty made my blood pump through my body faster. What if I didn’t want to enter into his world? What if I just didn’t fit in and I did something wrong? It wasn’t just my pride at stake but my job and the strange attraction I felt towards David. If I messed up then my whole life was at risk.

  As though he could read my mind he lifted his hand and reached out towards me. “Carrie, stop worrying. You will do just fine.”

  I moved to him and let him take my hand. His grip was firm and it made me feel safe. If I was going to do this with anyone, he really was the only one who could make me feel as secure as I did.

  He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialled a number. “I’m ready for the car now.” His voice was business-like as he spoke into the phone. He ended the call and pushed it back into his pocket.

  “We should go.”

  I nodded and gathered up my keys and purse. Nerves swam in my stomach. After tonight how would I face him in the office? I followed him out of the apartment and locked the door. I stumbled once on the stairs and it was his strong arm around my waist that prevented me from tumbling down the steps.

  All of my liquid courage from earlier had fled and I was left with a slight headache. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be doing this or not. My legs seemed to have the answer and they carried me forwards and into the large, black car that waited at the curb. When I was settled into the back seat David sat beside me, his hand idly skimming in underneath the leather skirt I wore. He traced patterns across my skin, simultaneously arousing me and making my nerves worse.