Bought by the Boss

by Valentine, Layla

  Now, all I have to do is wait.

  Chapter 24

  Maria

  I don’t bother knocking. Hunter has given me a key, and lately, I’ve been feeling more and more like his place is mine too. He’s told me as much many times.

  “Baby?” I call out as I walk through the lobby. “You ready to go?”

  I expected Hunter to be waiting for me. It took me a little bit longer than it should have to get ready. However, I think the extra twenty minutes that I spent was worth it.

  Earlier in the afternoon I was buffed and polished to perfection at the salon, so I couldn’t rush putting on my makeup. It had to be perfect.

  I’m also wearing a new cocktail dress—one that Hunter got for me, from his designer friend in Florence. It’s beautiful—short, sleek, and peacock green. I’m wearing a royal blue necklace made entirely of sapphires, which Hunter gave me for our three-month anniversary as a couple, and royal blue designer heels to match. I feel like a million bucks.

  It’s the perfect outfit for wearing out to dinner with our friends. Though I’m excited about a meal at the elegant restaurant, I’m even more excited to return to Hunter’s place tonight. He’ll strip this dress right off me. We haven’t had sex yet today, and I’m not used to going so long without.

  I can imagine what it will be like to return to this apartment, after our dinner out, and have Hunter remove my cocktail dress, necklace, and heels. Or maybe, he’ll ask me to leave the heels on. He enjoys that.

  “Babe?” I call out again.

  As I cross the entryway, I almost step on a piece of paper that’s lying on the floor. I bend down, curious, and pick it up. It’s not like Hunter to leave papers lying on the floor. His housekeeper cleans the place every morning, and Hunter likes to keep it clean throughout the day.

  I flip open the folded paper as I stand back up and read it swiftly.

  Maria. I’ve changed our plans for the evening. Do exactly as I instruct if you want to receive your reward.

  “Reward?” I whisper out loud.

  Puzzled, I turn around slowly, taking in the empty apartment. Where in the world is he? And what are my instructions?

  I grin to myself as I contemplate the note. He’s changed our plans. Maybe the sex that I’ve been thinking about is going to come sooner than I expected. My eye catches sight of a second piece of folded paper, this time about ten feet away, on the floor that leads to the living room.

  I walk quickly to it.

  My heels click against the polished marble floor.

  When I lift it, I feel my heart flutter. This is fun! Hunter never ceases to amaze me with his creativity. Every day seems to bring something new, and this sexy treasure hunt may be one of his best games yet.

  Go to the living room and sit down on the couch. You’ll find a treat there for you.

  I walk to the living room. The expansive view spreads before me like a masterpiece. Fluffy white clouds drift across the pink and purple sky. The hazy light of dusk reflects off the shimmering ocean.

  It’s so beautiful. I sigh with happiness as I near the couch. On the glass coffee table in front of it, I see a single glass of champagne. There’s also a bowl of strawberries that have chocolate-covered tips.

  I haven’t eaten in hours because I wanted to save my appetite for the gourmet food at the restaurant. Now, as I see the strawberries, my mouth begins to water. They look delicious. Sweet, juicy, and decadent.

  I watch little bubbles rise through the light amber champagne as I lift the crystal glass to my lips.

  It bubbles on my tongue. Before the sparkling, crisp sensation subsides completely, I pick up a strawberry and take a bite.

  Chocolate melts against my tongue, intensifying the already pleasant taste of the champagne. I sigh again and take a second bite. The strawberry inside the shell of chocolate is perfectly ripe. Its flavors burst through my mouth.

  Delicious.

  When I reach for a second strawberry, I notice a note, folded beneath it. I pick it up and read.

  Slip off your shoes. Lie back on the couch, and look at the pictures on the tablet to your left. You will know when to stop. When the show is over, walk to the kitchen.

  I do as the note says. He’s told me to follow his instructions if I want my reward. I want the reward.

  I know that it will be Hunter. All of him. I’m already feeling turned on, just from the playful nature of this sexy game and the taste of the food and drink on my tongue. At the end of this, I’m going to need Hunter to bring me to the place he always does—unimaginably mind-blowing orgasm.

  So I’d better do what he says.

  Not that it’s hard. I take one last sip of my champagne before reaching for the tablet with curiosity.

  It feels amazing to slip off my heels and then lie back on the leather couch. The tablet’s screen lights up as soon as I swipe my finger across it.

  There’s an image of a couple, naked. Hunter and I watch porn together sometimes, so this doesn’t shock me like it might have months ago. I can see the woman’s breasts, taught and aroused. The man is on top of her, about to enter her. Everything is there for me to take in, like eye-candy.

  I feel myself start to get wet as I scroll through to the next image. Hunter has put together quite a photo album. Images flash before my eyes: gorgeous women and even sexier men. I wish that I could touch myself as I look at the images. My pussy starts throbbing with longing.

  Then, suddenly, the tablet in my hand turns off. It must have been on a timer or something.

  Well, he did say that I would know when the show was over.

  I lick my lips, stand and place the tablet down on the table.

  Mmm. The images have created such a buzzing, heated sensation in my core. I want more. I wonder what the kitchen will bring?

  I waste no time in walking there. The polished floor feels cool against my bare feet. My head is pleasantly buzzed from the champagne.

  There’s a note, folded into a tent, propped on the kitchen counter. It would be hard to miss. I walk right up to it.

  Remove your dress and your bra, I read. Rub this oil over your breasts and nipples. I want you to leave your panties on. NO touching between the legs. Set the timer and do this for five minutes. Then walk to the bedroom.

  This isn’t fair! Hunter is going to make me wait, isn’t he? I search around the note and find a small glass jar of coconut oil and a kitchen timer next to it.

  I slip off my dress and then remove my bra. Soon I’m naked, except for my black lace panties and the sapphire necklace.

  I twist the dial on the timer and then lift the jar of oil and look at it for a moment.

  We’ve been spending so much time out on his sailboat, where I often sunbathe in the nude. I love the sensation when Hunter rubs oil over my body—back, abdomen, breasts—but I’ve never played with my breasts on my own, without him near.

  Will it feel as good?

  I unscrew the jar and dip my fingers into the oil. With a dollop of it on my palm, I begin rubbing it over my breasts. It feels good. My nipples peak almost immediately, and I pull on them lightly, as Hunter does. In my mind, I can still see the images that have just filled my consciousness: couples making love fill my mind’s eye. Will Hunter and I be making love like that?

  Please, let it be soon.

  I squeeze my legs together as I move my hand over my breasts. There’s a pressure building up, and it’s a struggle to keep my hands from straying downward. Every time my fingers move against my nipples, my core tightens with need.

  It feels amazingly good, yet achingly frustrating at the same time.

  Too soon, the timer goes off. It rings shrilly, like an old-fashioned phone until I hit a small button on the top. I let out a frustrated burst of air and brush the hair from my face. How much longer until I will feel him inside of me?

  I move toward the bedroom in a daze. The bedroom door is closed. There’s a note taped to it.

  Go to the master bathroom, remove your p
anties, and step into the shower. I want you to be clean and wet when I take you. Soak yourself in the shower. You can touch yourself now. I’ll tell you when to stop.

  He’ll tell me? I glance left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Is he hiding just out of sight? Is he watching me in some other way? Of course, there must be cameras throughout the house, but where are they?

  I walk to the bathroom, eager to undress fully. I hope that Hunter can see me. I feel a thrill of excitement as I imagine him getting as turned on as I am.

  Once in the bathroom, I peel off the lace panties and then turn on the shower. I love Hunter’s shower. The double heads are perfect for showering together—which we do almost every time I spend the night.

  It feels lonely to step into the expansive shower without him, but soon I see the camera, propped in one corner.

  He’s watching me.

  The camera seems to be a two-way device. The screen is dark, but it must be connected to him, because as soon as I step under the stream of hot water, I hear his voice.

  “Good,” he says. “That’s good. That’s perfect, baby. Get nice and clean for me.”

  “Hunter?” I say.

  He doesn’t answer, but I know that he’s watching me.

  Hot water cascades over my hair, face, and body. I feel every muscle inside of me relax under the hot stream. My core is still tight with desire, however, and without thinking about it, I let my hand begin moving between my legs.

  The instant my fingertips graze my clit, my body responds.

  “Mmm,” I moan, tilting my face toward the stream of hot water. All of the sensations around me—the swirling steam, the hot water, and the feeling of Hunter’s eyes on me—seem to add to my pleasure.

  “Nice and slow, baby,” his voice says, cutting through my bliss. “Slow down.”

  It takes a massive effort to slow the movement of my fingers, but I do so.

  “I want more,” I say, as my fingers move. My voice sounds ragged, desperate.

  “I know you do, baby,” he says. “What do you want? Tell me.”

  “I want you,” I beg. “I need you.”

  I close my eyes as my hand moves. I feel myself losing my grip on reality as the sensation of pleasure begins building inside of me, mounting between my legs. If I keep on touching myself like this, I’m not going to be able to hold back. Not even when Hunter orders it. I feel myself losing control.

  Reality is slipping away.

  All I know is that I’m going to come.

  “Stop,” he says. The word slices through my consciousness. I force my fingers to stop moving. I can barely stand on my two feet. My body is nearly convulsing with need.

  “Mmmm…” I moan with frustration.

  “Come to the door in the bedroom,” Hunter says. “Now.”

  I can’t walk. I can’t move. The pressure between my legs has paralyzed me.

  “Oh,” I moan again.

  “Baby, come to me. I’m going to make you come so hard. I’m right here. Come to me.”

  It feels like torture, but I manage to walk, dripping wet, out of the bathroom and toward the back of the bedroom.

  The door on the back wall of Hunter’s bedroom has always been locked. I assumed it was some sort of closet, but now I’m second guessing this. Why would he be inside of a closet?

  There must be something else back there. But what?

  In my aroused state, I’m having trouble thinking straight. Waves of pleasure pass over me as I walk, threatening to pull me under before I even make it to the door.

  When I near the door, my curiosity about the locked room propels me the last few steps. I reach for the handle and pull it open.

  The room beyond is dimly lit. I can barely make out shapes and forms as I step inside, but in a minute my eyes adjust.

  The most prominent item in the room is a bed. It’s big—even bigger than the king-sized bed in Hunter’s master bedroom. It’s more of a platform, actually, because as I look closer, I see that there are no sheets or covers. The entire mattress is covered in black leather. Hanging down from the ceiling above the bed, I see an assortment of chains. Instead of a headboard, the bed is outfitted with a thick mahogany board studded with metal rings.

  In addition to the main bed, I see several other platforms scattered around the room, in an assortment of heights. There are also several austere chairs and couches, also covered in black leather. Along the walls, I see toys of all shapes and sizes. Whips, paddles, prods, ropes… He has it all.

  I’ve taken a few steps into the room, and I hear the door shut just behind me. I whirl around.

  Hunter is standing in front of the door, fully dressed, with his arms folded in front of his chest.

  My body follows the direction of my gaze, and soon I’m facing him. My hair drips over my bare shoulders. My body feels tender and needy. Already, I’m in submissive mode, ready to fully give myself to him.

  He grins. It’s a devilishly handsome grin. I feel my knees grow weak. Parts of me still can’t believe that he’s my boyfriend, and that this is my life.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks.

  “I think you know,” I say coyly.

  “I asked you a question,” he responds coolly. “I expect an answer. Do you want to be punished?”

  “Please,” I say, slipping willingly into my role as his sub. “Please, no. I followed your instructions.”

  “Yes,” he says, raising a finger to his lips and tapping it there. “You did, didn’t you? Answer me, Maria. How do you feel?”

  “I need you,” I say.

  He walks toward me, and now I see the tent in his pants, outlining his erection.

  “You do?” he asks, placing his strong hands on my bare shoulders. The hard form of his dick presses into my abdomen as he leans down and kisses me, fiercely.

  I can’t wait. My fingers move against the fly of his pants. I eagerly release the button and pull the zipper down. With one yank, they slip down to his ankles.

  Hunter pulls his lips away from mine. “Naughty girl,” he says. “Did I say you could do that?”

  “No,” I say, feigning remorse. “Does that mean you’re going to punish me?”

  I’m so turned on. So ready to play. I want, more than anything else, for Hunter to punish me.

  I step back, away from him, and then lean over one of the shorter black stools. From the corner of my eye, I can see Hunter, in just his briefs and T-shirt now, moving toward an assortment of whips.

  He chooses one and returns to me.

  As pain blossoms across my ass cheeks, my arousal builds. He whips me again and again, and my moans continue to grow higher and louder as the sensation of need and desire grows inside of me.

  “To the bed,” Hunter says in his dominant growl.

  I’m sore and tender, wet with readiness, weak with desire. I move to the bed and climb up on top of it.

  As I position myself, I have the perfect view of Hunter. He’s retrieved two red, flowing silk ties from a hook on the wall and has stripped off his shirt and boxers. Naked, he looks so primal and powerful. His tan body ripples with strength as he moves. My eyes travel down his muscular torso, and then, I can’t help but let my eyes linger on the massive erection that announces his intentions.

  He’s going to fuck me until I scream.

  I can’t wait. This is one of my favorite scenarios. He’s tied me up many times before, and the mix of constraint and pleasure never fails to bring me to earth-shattering orgasm.

  I pretend to fight him off as he places the ties around my wrists. I know he enjoys it too—we wrestle on the bed until he has me pinned. I feel his erection pressing against my abdomen and his hot breath on my cheek. I turn my head to one side as he loops a tie around one wrist.

  “No!” I say. “Please don’t!”

  Of course, he continues to tie me up, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Soon both of my wrists are wrapped in silk, and the ties extend up and out to the rings on the wall.
r />   Without the use of my hands, I’m at Hunter’s mercy.

  “What do you think, baby?” he asks. He adjusts himself until he’s kneeling between my legs, and then rolls a condom over his hard cock. One by one, he moves my legs until they’re spread wide apart.

  “Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks.

  I shake my head, playing along.

  He lowers his head, and then I feel him gently lick me between the legs. His tongue is warm and wet. I writhe up and down.

  “You’re restless tonight,” he says, tilting his head to look up at me. “Try to stay still.”

  Impossible.

  He rests his hand on my abdomen, and as he licks me again, he applies slight pressure, holding me down to the bed. I know I shouldn’t be moving, but I can’t help it. His tongue moves up and down against my pussy. I strain against him, trying to lift my hips.

  “Ohh!” I moan. “Hunter, I need you inside of me. Please. Now, please, Hunter.”

  He continues kissing me between the legs as I beg him for more. As my words dissolve into a helpless, desperate moan, he pulls his face away. He looks up at me. There’s that devilish grin again.

  “Okay,” he says.

  “Yes?” I shriek. “Now? Oh, Hunter, now,” I beg.

  “On one condition,” he says.

  “What?” I ask. I’m so out of my mind now that I’ll do anything for him. Anything to satisfy the need that has built up inside of me to unimaginable proportions.

  Hunter won’t stop grinning. “Marry me,” he says.

  My mind is swirling. I’m already in such a blissful state, it takes a moment for the words to register. I begin pulling against the bonds at my wrists, working the fabric loose.

  I pull one wrist free, and then the other. “Marry you?” I say in disbelief.

  Hunter nods. His emerald eyes are sparkling.

  My hands are now free, and I surge forward on the bed and wrap my arms around him. “Yes!” I gasp, before kissing him.

  I pull away. “Yes, yes, yes!” I say quickly, before kissing him again.