Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) (5 page)

He was holding nipple clamps with a silver chain connecting them.

I wanted to run away. My breasts were so sensitive.

As he held the clamps toward me, I leaned back, but the chair stopped me.

“Be still,” he said as he fastened them onto my nipples.

The feel of the cold metal sent a shiver down my spine. Twin shocks of pain jarred through me. But once the clamps were on for several seconds, there was more pressure than pain.

This isn’t so bad.

He tugged on the chain.

“Oh!” I exclaimed as pain burst through my body once again. Warm cream rushed to my pussy.

He acted as though he didn’t notice. “Put the chair back where it was.”

I stood, draped my blouse over my arm and carried the chair back to its place against the wall. When I turned he was directly behind me.

“That’s not where it was,” he said as he placed a finger against the clamp chain and twisted until it looped around his digit. “You need to learn to be more deliberate in your actions, Tessa.”

He twisted one more time. The slack left the chain and pain sliced through my nipples. But the sensation somehow turned to pleasure by the time it reached my crotch.

He released it.

“Now put the chair in the correct spot.”

I examined the wall. The chair should be directly underneath the painting, but I’d set it off-center to the right.

What would happen if I misplaced it again? As I lifted the chair a second time, fear and need battled inside me.

Need won. I intentionally overcorrected and set the chair too far to the left.

Before I could release the chair and straighten, Mason’s hand was on my back, pushing me down.

I caught myself with my palms on the rawhide seat.

“Don’t move.” I heard him rustling behind me. He was unbuckling his belt.

My heart raced.

He raised my skirt and the stiff fabric stuck there at my waist. Reaching around with his left hand he wound his finger into the chain again.

My breasts ached.

Whack!

His thick belt burned my thighs. My body shook with need.

“Why are you so incompetent on the simplest tasks?”

Whack!

Pulses bolted from my ass to my fingertips.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

“You
will
learn…”

Whack!

“To follow instructions…”

Whack!

“And complete your work perfectly.”

Whack!

The backs of my thighs seared as though he’d taken a branding iron to them. This was too much.

“Yes, sir.” My legs were so weak I thought I’d collapse.

I needed him to stop this now. And I needed to be fucked, but it wasn’t him I was imagining fucking me.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he said. “Get back to work.”

I picked up my blouse that had fallen on the floor.

“Leave the clamps on. Leave the bra here. I have work to do.”

Tears broke through and hung in the corners of my eyes. I rushed out of the office and into the bathroom.

How could he be so cruel as to humiliate me, get me so needy, and throw me out of his office?

I’d awakened this morning thinking maybe I loved this job and now I hated it. My body was pulsing and stinging and burning.

I was too angry to try to satisfy myself in the bathroom this time. I put my blouse on over the clamps and went to make some copies, allowing the rhythmic hum of the machine to ease the tension away.

By the time five o’clock rolled around, the monotony of copying and filing had calmed me.

As I returned to the reception desk, Mason strode up, apparently ready to go, with his hat on, briefcase in hand.

“Tessa,” he said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Yes?” I tried to sound as though his presence didn’t intimidate and confuse me.

He reached up, grasping the chain through my thin blouse and tugged.

A strange warble sounded in my throat.

“I expect perfection from now on.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

He released the chain, turned on his heel and walked out.

*****

After a few calming breaths, I headed for the bathroom to remove the clamps. I certainly didn’t want the security guard or the parking attendant—or worse, the nice lady from the office next door—to notice them as I left the building.

But just as I reached the bathroom, I heard a voice calling my name.

I turned and noticed Dixon’s office door was open a few inches, although I couldn’t see him.

“Tessa, is that you?”

“Yes,” I said hoarsely. I cleared my throat.

“Come in here, please.”

I took a deep breath and pushed his door open.

He was sitting in the big leather chair behind his desk. The black shirt made him look more dangerous.

God, that turned me on.

I walked toward him, but stopped halfway between the desk and the door, hoping he wouldn’t notice my chest from that distance.

“Closer,” he said. “I won’t bite.” His wicked grin said he was lying.

Trying to keep my upper body as still as possible so the chain wouldn’t sway under my blouse, I stepped closer.

His eyes skimmed me, from the top of my up-done hair to my heels. They darted back to my chest.

Damn.

“What’s going on there?” He waggled a finger back and forth indicating my chest area.

“Hmm? Um…nothing.” Maybe he’d buy it. This situation was too bizarre to reveal to anyone.

“Unbutton your blouse.”

Oh no!
I didn’t want him to know what his brother had done to me. I especially didn’t want him to know that I’d enjoyed it in some perverse way. I really didn’t like Mason when he wasn’t disciplining me.

But his brother was a different story.

Dixon was still staring at me. Waiting. I knew there was no use arguing, so I complied.

“Pull it open.”

I grasped the sides of the blouse and separated them, revealing the nipple clamps. I didn’t have to look down to know my chest was turning splotchy red from embarrassment.

“Where did you get those?” He looked like he already knew.

“Your brother.” I felt the flush crawling up my neck. I couldn’t meet his gaze.

“What happened?” His tone was forced calm. He seemed angrier than he was Friday.

“I misspelled a word on his grocery list.”

“So he punished you.”

“Yes.”

His arms had been resting on the arms of his chair, but he sat forward, putting his weight on them. His look was intense.

“Did he touch you?”

What did that mean? Mason had punished me, but had he actually touched me? What was his brother asking?

“He punished me, but he used the clamps and the belt.”

Dixon relaxed against the back of his chair. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was jealous.

But that couldn’t be. This was just a bizarre game they were playing with their new office girl. Wasn’t it?

“My brother doesn’t know anything about disciplining employees…or women.”

Did he mean his brother didn’t know anything about disciplining women or didn’t know anything about women, period? I decided it didn’t matter.

“Take off your blouse and come here.” Dixon’s voice was gentle, as though he was going to make everything right. Although I wasn’t sure which part he thought was wrong, since my bosses had such weird ideas about appropriate office behavior.

After I laid my blouse on a guest chair, I rounded the desk. He rolled his chair back and patted his thighs.

Seriously?
I stood there for a moment, unsure of how to respond to his offer, but he watched me expectantly.

Tentatively, I settled onto his lap.

His left arm cradled my shoulders. With his right hand, he pulled my legs up so they hung over the armrest of his chair.

As I became aware of all the places my body pressed against his, I noticed how different he smelled than his brother. His scent was so subtle, I couldn’t be sure if I was smelling soap, or shampoo, or just him.

Whatever it was, I liked it. I took a deeper breath to try to get more.

“First, we need to get rid of these,” he said as he removed one clamp, then the other. “My brother is a little medieval in his methods.” He laid the clamps on his desk.

When he brought his hand back, it rested on my breast. My lungs shivered as I breathed.

His thumb skimmed over my flesh, massaging my tortured nub.

I realized that my nipple had numbed during the afternoon. But as he pressed and swirled, it returned to life and began sending waves of sensation down my torso.

He moved to the other breast and worked the feeling into that nipple. His touch was so arousing and so comforting at the same time.

He’d been gazing at my breasts as he worked, seemingly mesmerized. Suddenly he looked into my eyes.

“I almost forgot you weren’t properly punished yet.”

I felt my eyes grow wide as a tingle travelled through my limbs.

What would he do to me?

He bowed his head until his lips made contact with my breast. Opening his mouth, he took the tip into his moist heat. His tongue drew a circle around my nipple in a tantalizing tease, without actually touching it.

Ohhhh! You can punish me like this any time.

As he moved over to the other breast, my body relaxed into him, except for my clit, which was pulsing with hope for more.

Pain exploded through me as I realized he’d bitten me.

The punishment!

I struggled, but he held me tightly. He moved back to the first breast and sucked the nipple so hard, I thought he would tear it from my body.

“Please!” I begged as tears gathered in my eyes.

His lips relaxed on my skin and his tongue comforted my tortured bud.

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. How could anyone be this much more handsome up close than from a distance?