Just Another Day at the Office (10 page)

When he spread some lube on her anus, she whimpered. “Oh, God. Really?”

“Can’t have you closing back up if I’m gonna fuck you there again later, can I?”

Wisely, she didn’t try to respond. He pressed the plug in until the base hit her cheeks, then turned the vibrator on and sat her up again, planting one hand on her cunt and the other on her breast, rubbing her to a slow frenzy.

“My mechanic called while you were sleeping,” he said.

Chelsea tried to turn to look at him, but he forced her head forward. He didn’t want her to miss a second of the action in front of them. The porn star onscreen was bent over a desk, taking a huge cock up her ass.

“He’s not going to get to your car until at least tomorrow,” he continued. Then, almost lazily, he started moving his hands around over Chelsea’s tight, little body. “So I figure you can spend the night here and we’ll go into the office together tomorrow.”

That, in combination with the magic his hands were working on her body, elicited a drawn-out groan, but she didn’t struggle or fight against him.

Jayson chuckled. She was like putty in his hands, taking anything and everything he gave to her like a champ.

For the next several hours, they stayed like that. Occasionally, he’d turn her head back toward him and kiss her, long and languorous and deep. He alternated between using his hands and mouth on her pussy and tits, and then using various toys on her, over and over and over again as she squirmed and writhed and moaned. He never took her over the edge, though…just to the brink, as she watched the porn stars having orgasm after orgasm—all from being fucked in the ass.

He ordered Chinese and let the driver play with Chelsea’s body for a tip before they ate. She was getting better about not fighting him on things like that. This time, he just gently held onto her wrists while the driver pinched and tweaked and stroked—he held her down enough that she’d know he wouldn’t let her do anything to stop it, but that was all. Maybe she was starting to realize that whatever he asked her to do, she eventually got to come.

Once Jayson was sure she wouldn’t do anything stupid with the driver, he left them alone for a few minutes so he could go upstairs and prepare for tonight. When he came back down, the driver said his thanks, licked his sopping wet fingers, and then left.

They ate their meal with Captain Commando’s Booty Boat Party playing in the background. For dessert, Jayson put Chelsea on his Lazy Boy, spread her legs wide, and lapped at her pussy until she was on the verge of another orgasm. But then he stopped himself, no matter how good she tasted and how sweet her sounds were and how swollen and wet she was. She wasn’t going to have another one until he was slamming into her ass.

She was still disoriented when he pulled back and fastened a collar around her neck. Then he dragged her to her feet and led her back upstairs to his bedroom. He didn’t waste any time in letting her take in her surroundings. He put her on the bed on her knees, bent her over the pile of pillows so they propped her hips up to the perfect height, and then drew her shoulders down to the mattress. In seconds, he had her wrists attached to the leather cuffs at the headboard, and then he hooked her collar to the same thing so that she had to keep her head all the way down.

Then Jayson bent to his knees beside the bed, so his head was level with hers. “Do you want me to fuck you again?”

“Yes,” she said, so softly he almost couldn’t hear her. Her breathing was ragged, strained.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

Her eyes widened. “In my pussy.” It was like a whispered prayer.

Jayson just shook his head, never breaking eye contact. “Try again.” When she didn’t immediately respond, he leaned in and nipped her tit between his teeth, suckling and tugging at it.

Chelsea squirmed, but she couldn’t get away from him. “Oh, God. My ass. Fuck me in the ass.”

Still, he kept suckling her and biting her, loving the way she simultaneously tried to get free and tried to move closer to him. Her hips bowed back, her back arched. She was desperate.

He finally let go of her nipple and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Moving up behind her, he settled himself between her knees. When he drew the plug from her ass, she rocked her hips back like she wanted it.

“Tell me again.”

“Fuck my ass,” she begged, trying to move herself back closer to him, but unable to move anywhere because of her restraints. “Fuck me hard in the ass. Please.”

Each word was like music to his ears. Jayson tossed the plug aside and ripped open the condom, then rolled it into place. Then he pressed inside her. Even though she was tight as hell, she took him easily, her anal walls squeezing him like heaven.

She made a sexy little whimpering sound when he was balls deep inside her. When he retreated, she clenched against him, trying to keep him inside. Then he’d thrust into her again and she’d force her hips back, and his sac would slap against her cunt.

As much as he wanted to touch her, to grab hold of those glorious tits or finger-fuck her, or anything else of the sort, Jayson forced himself to hold back. He just took hold of her hips and drove into her, over and over again.

If she was going to have another damn orgasm, it was going to be with his cock buried deep in her ass, and no other stimulation.

Chelsea just couldn’t help herself, though. It didn’t take long with him reaming her ass before those shapely little legs started twitching beside him, and then she exploded, her scream loud enough to wake the dead. When she came, the walls of her anus contracted, like they were trying to milk his cock. It didn’t take much of that before he shot his load deep inside her.

When he finished, he left her just as she was, chained to his bed, ass high in the air, ready for a good fuck whenever he wanted to. Jayson rolled to the other side of the bed and slept.

Every now and then, he’d wake up. If he was hard, he’d slap on a condom and fuck her again. If he wasn’t, he’d just kiss her until he fell back asleep. By the time the sun came up, he’d gone through another three condoms and she didn’t look like she’d had a lick of sleep.

By the time they got into Jayson’s car to head into the Toyz ‘R Us corporate office, they’d showered (and had slow, easy sex in the shower, at least compared to how their sex had been up to that point), had breakfast (he’d cuffed her wrists and ankles to a chair, shoved a dual-headed dildo inside her pussy and butt, and then painstakingly slowly eaten his breakfast before feeding her a bite at  time), and gotten dressed (him in a pinstripe suit, her in a butt plug, vibrator, harness, shelf bra, garter belt and thigh-highs, three-inch heels, and a trench coat).

He clapped a hand over her ass, smacking lightly against the butt plug—just enough that it jostled inside her body and brushed against the vibe—and led her out into the garage. He opened the passenger door to his Jaguar XKR and guided her to sit. Reaching across her, touching her at every opportunity, he pulled the seatbelt into place and fastened it.

When he sat down in the driver’s seat, he put his right hand on her knee and separated her legs. “I want you to be open the whole way there.”

She just nodded. No way could she trust her voice. If he demanded she say something, there was no telling what might come out of her mouth.

It was unreal, the changes that had come over her in the last two days. She’d thought she was a fairly independent woman. Now she knew she was just a slut, willing to do just about anything to get off. She’d fucked strangers. She’d let three men fuck her at once. She’d been tied up and spanked, and gotten off on all of that.

She even liked being butt fucked!

She liked it so much she’d begged for it, on more than just one occasion. With the plug humming in her ass right at the moment, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was begging him to fuck her ass again before too long.

He got on the Tollway and headed for the office, all the while drawing a single finger lightly over the way too sensitive flesh of her upper thighs, her mound, her sex lips.

Chelsea could hardly catch a breath from the heat that encompassed her.

Jayson pushed a few buttons on the steering wheel, never stopping his assault on her tender skin. “We have a meeting this afternoon with Russ to talk about our product testing so far.” He slipped a finger beneath the strap holding her toys in place, guiding it up inside her alongside the vibrator.

She gasped as he altered the angle of the vibe, driving it up into her g-spot.

“Do you want me to tell him about your notice?”

“No.” The single word was more of a moan than anything. What the hell? She didn’t know how she was going to survive a week working with Jayson, let alone the ninety days she had to complete. And now she was retracting her resignation? She’d lost her ever loving mind.

He pressed down with his thumb on the nub over her clit. “Good girl. And can we give him a demonstration of the products?”

Chelsea had already been filmed for ads. For all she knew, Russ Toyer had been watching and jerking off at the sight. What would it hurt? “Yes,” she somehow gasped out.

The rest of the ride to work was a blur, because Jayson tweaked and tugged at the belt and the toys stuffed inside her until she had a screaming, blacking out orgasm in the car.

The same man noticed them in the elevator, and this time, it was just the three of them. Jayson decided to give him a little show. He took Chelsea’s trench coat off and tossed it to the floor at her feet. She groaned, but stood there and let him do as he would.

“Is that holding a dildo in?” the stranger asked. He bent down, looking right at Chelsea’s cunt from only inches away.

“Vibrator,” Jayson answered. “And a butt plug.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” As he rose, his lips landed on one of Chelsea’s available tits and he sucked hard. So hard that Jayson had to put an arm around her waist to hold her upright.

The elevator stopped, and the stranger got off, winking over his shoulder as he headed to work. The doors closed and it was moving again.

“I’m thinking about letting him fuck you in the elevator later this week,” he murmured in Chelsea’s ear.

She didn’t respond, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. They were huge and lust-filled. She wanted that. She wanted to be put on display, to be used by anyone and everyone he saw fit.

Chelsea Landry was becoming an even better assistant than he’d ever imagined. Best of all, she’d already decided to stay on instead of giving her ninety day notice. He knew he could convince her, but he’d done it quicker than he thought he would.

When the elevator stopped on their floor, Jayson picked up her trench coat but didn’t bother putting it on her. She was more than amply dressed for a day’s work at Toyz ‘R Us. He just clamped his hand down on her tight, little ass and guided her through the halls.

They had reports to fill out, so he settled her at her desk and had her start working on those. Meanwhile, he confirmed their appointment with Russ for the afternoon and made plans for lunch.

Then he went about the rest of his day, making an effort to keep her fully stimulated, but not letting her come.

That was for later.