Submitting to the Boss: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 2

by Jasmine Haynes

  The vibrator stopped, and she thought she’d scream. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes until she opened them to look at him. He had the scissors out again.

  Bent over her, he turned his head, his gaze licking across her face. “I hate to cut them off,” he said, “but we’ll get you another pair.”

  Ruby was too far gone to care as he snipped and tossed aside the miniscule bit of fabric.

  “Jesus, you’re gorgeous.” The awe in his voice made her heart swell.

  Men didn’t usually admire a woman’s pussy, but Holt made her want to preen. “Lick me,” she ordered.

  She half expected him to do it, but Holt pulled back. “Not yet. You’re not ready.”

  “How will you even know whether I’m ready or not?”

  “I’ll know.” Then he slipped the vibrator into her cleft.

  Her body rocked against the pressure. He didn’t push too hard or try to get inside her. She loved the tip right where it was, just below her clitoris. Her hips rolled with his movements, like a dance. The chains of her manacles were long enough for her to raise her hands above her head and grip the edge of the table.

  Holt pushed her legs farther apart. “I want to see all of you.”

  She felt his touch on her pussy lips, exposing her clitoris. He dipped the vibrator down into her moisture, then slid back up to circle and tease. Around, above, below, then right on, his movements were ceaseless. And his voice was ever present. “Christ, you’re wet. You’re so plump.” She was pretty, gorgeous, delicious, delectable, luscious, perfect, beautiful. He teased her with words and that damn vibrator until she was crazy. Then the very moment before climax, he backed off to trace her mound with the buzzing device.

  “Oh God, please.” He’d said he’d make her beg, hadn’t he? And Ruby begged. “Please, Holt. I need it.”

  With her blood pressure high, creating a hum in her ears, his voice sounded almost as if it were a separate entity, echoing inside her. “You don’t know what you need. I know what you need.”

  “Why are you doing this? Why don’t you just fuck me, get it over with?” She tossed her head on the table, wanting, needing.

  “That’s too easy,” he whispered. “Too fast. You have to need the orgasms I give you, dream about them, want them, only from me, only the way I can give them to you. You have to be mine.”

  Ruby didn’t know what that meant, but she stopped thinking, could no longer speak, and the only sounds were her breath, her moans, groans, the buzz of the vibrator.

  And his voice. “Only I know what you crave,” he seduced her. “Only I can give it to you. You need cock, lots of it, but only when and where I say, only with whom I choose, only when I grant you permission. You crave my permission.”

  Words. She wanted to scream out Yes, yes, yes. She’d agree to anything he wanted. She needed what he wanted. Her body writhed beneath his ministrations and the relentless vibrator, on again, off again.

  “Tell me you’ll do whatever I say,” the voice commanded.

  Tears dribbled down her temples into her hair.

  “Say yes.”

  Holt’s voice, she had to obey. “Yes. God, yes.”

  Then he laid the vibrator on her clit, held it steady, and whispered against her lips. “Come.”

  Ruby’s body burst into flames, and she came until she no longer knew her name, until she no longer cared about anything but what Holt could do for her.

  * * * * *

  Ruby was in the office at the dot of seven thirty on Monday, which was early for her. She had Holt’s coffee made, The Wall Street Journal on his desk, and his calendar up on his computer. She’d chosen the wraparound skirt that tied at the waist, and had pulled her hair back into a severe bun. Her appearance shouted professional elegance.

  Holt had claimed her on Saturday night. He hadn’t fucked her. He hadn’t even come. But he owned her. After making her climax gloriously another three times, he’d unfastened the restraints and pulled her to her feet. Her knees had threatened to buckle, but he’d held her until she was steady. Then he sent her off with a pat on the ass as if she were a little girl. Though she wanted so much more, she’d felt oddly cherished. She’d actually beamed all the way home.

  And somewhere in there, he’d told her to get out of that damn hotel room. So, with no more hesitation, she’d spent Sunday searching for apartments. She had furniture in storage, and it would be a simple matter to have a moving company load it all up and transfer it as soon as she found something. It didn’t matter what kind of place she got or where it was—within reason, of course—because she didn’t plan on being there much. She just needed to get out of that hotel and cut her last tie to Clay. She belonged to Holt now.

  Unfortunately, the apartment pickings had been incredibly slim.

  Holt hadn’t arrived yet, and she was answering emails when a horrible thought struck her. What if Holt was doing this just to get her hooked, and when she was wriggling on his line, he’d simply throw her back in the water? What if dumping her was his real punishment for what she’d done to Clay?

  No. Ruby shook her head as if he were standing right in front of her. Holt wouldn’t do that. He had his own agenda, sure, but he wouldn’t do that.

  Ruby had never been hooked on any man—well, not since she was a teenager. It had been so long, she wasn’t sure if she was hooked now, or if it was simply that Holt had hypnotized her. He’d ordered her to find an apartment, but he hadn’t mentioned a thing about moving in with him.

  Her desk phone rang. Ruby scooped up the receiver. “Holt Montgomery’s office. This is Ruby speaking.”

  “I’ve got a breakfast appointment.”

  Her body hummed with Holt’s voice in her ear, just the way it had hummed with pleasure on Saturday night. “It’s not on your calendar,” she told him.

  “I forgot about it.” Holt never forgot anything. “I won’t be in until noon. Move my meetings, would you?”

  Her teeth started to chatter after he hung up. This wasn’t like him. Was he with another woman?

  Ruby put a hand over her mouth. She was getting hysterical. About a man. It was insane. Last week Holt had been only her boss. Now she was terrified he was meeting some unknown woman on a Monday morning. Which is something he would never do. Holt was all business. He wouldn’t blow off meetings for a sexual assignation. Even when he was punishing her, it was during lunch or off hours. Ruby had lost her mind for even letting the thought enter her head.

  But all those rational thoughts couldn’t stop the runaway train. She made mistakes all morning. She forgot to cancel his ten o’clock meeting. She didn’t ask for return phone numbers. She even failed to write down names. Get hold of yourself. It didn’t matter how often she said it, her brain wouldn’t listen.

  Was this how a woman felt when the guy she’d had a really hot date with last weekend never called back? Ruby hadn’t cared in so long, she’d forgotten what it was like, but now she recalled the total insanity. Thank God she’d left all that behind long ago. But she couldn’t seem to stop it with Holt.

  He stalked in five minutes before noon. Passing her desk without even looking at her, he barked his usual order. “Ruby, in my office, now.”

  She couldn’t catch her breath, and she moved so fast to follow his instruction that she almost tripped over her chair. God, she had it bad; but right now Ruby didn’t care. He’d started her motor revving in two seconds flat.

  Holt scowled at her from his desk. “Close the door.”

  She did, then waited, her heart like a jackhammer in her chest.

  “Did you rent an apartment?”

  “No. I looked—”

  He slashed a hand through the air, cutting her off. “Close the blinds.”

  She was burning up by the time she got them closed, and her hands were shaking. She knew exactly what was coming. Having her adjust the blinds was his signal. No man had ever gotten to her like this, making her breathless, stealing her sanity. When she turned, he’d c
ome out from behind the desk, and she could see the erection filling his suit pants.

  “You need to be punished for not doing what I told you to,” he said. “Now bend over my desk.”

  Despite the heat between her legs, Ruby didn’t move. She had to put up at least a token resistance, especially since last week she’d told him she’d never let him spank her again. “I looked all day yesterday and couldn’t find anything decent.”

  “I don’t want to hear excuses.” He shot out an arm and pointed to his desk. “Bend”—his voice held a sharp edge—“over.”

  Ruby swallowed. She hadn’t figured on wanting another spanking, but the desire rushed up on her, took over. Her skin burned for his touch. Still, she couldn’t let him know that. “I wore what you told me to. I should get points for that.”

  Her blood sizzled as his gaze raked her body, from the blouse and camisole to the wraparound skirt to the stockings and high heels. “You don’t get points for doing what you’re supposed to,” he said. “You only get punished for screwing it up. And if I have to tell you one more time, you won’t sit down for a week.”

  Ruby pursed her lips primly, a bit like Jessica Muffet, if she did say so herself. “Well, I think it’s grossly unfair.”

  “Bend over my desk,” he said again, his voice stern. “Or I’ll bind your wrists with rubber bands.”

  Rubber bands? It was probably all he had handy with which to threaten her. “Rubber bands will hurt.” They’d pull on the tiny hairs.

  Holt raised an eyebrow, his look devilish. “Then bend over.”

  “Fine, whatever.” She groused a little, but her pulse was racing. She heard the rush of it in her ears as she did what he ordered, pushing aside the pencil holder and leaning her elbows on the desk.

  She felt him lean over her. “I love the skirt,” he said into her hair.

  “You picked it out,” she answered, with the hint of a duh in it.

  “Take it off, or just lift it over your ass?” he mused.

  “Are you asking me?”

  He laughed softly, a puff of air against the sensitive skin of her ear. Ruby suppressed a shiver.

  He uttered the punch line: “What you want doesn’t count.”

  What he didn’t know was that she’d take anything he gave. Everything he gave. It didn’t matter. She hadn’t even bothered to ask him where he’d been this morning, or who he was with. She’d told him he’d never spank her again, then at the snap of his fingers, she reversed herself. Oh Ruby, you are so far gone.

  He stroked her ass. She closed her eyes. Then she felt the press of his hand beneath her stomach, and he tugged on the skirt’s tie. He released it, tugged, and the material fluttered to the carpet. Cool air-conditioning caressed her heated flesh.

  He straightened away from her, and for a moment there was only the sound of his breath, a little fast, harsh. Needy.

  “Very good girl,” he praised. “Stockings and no panties,” he added softly. “Perfect choice.”

  Holt smacked her ass hard before she had a chance to prepare, and Ruby couldn’t think fast enough to hold back the deep moan of pleasure.

  Chapter Nine

  Ruby had a magnificent ass. The imprint of his hand blossomed against her creamy skin. Her sweetness coated his palm. Holt licked it off.

  She was delicious, her come the sweetest ambrosia. “Once isn’t enough,” he said softly. “You just don’t learn your lesson.” He swatted her again, and Ruby writhed on his desk.

  He took her ass over and over, lingering with each slap, letting his fingers wander across the lips of her sex, testing, wanting. Ruby started moaning with the first whack, and she hadn’t stopped. He could make her come this way. He would make her come like this.

  Saturday night he’d barely been able to let her go without fucking her, but they weren’t ready for their big climax yet. He had so much more to do first, so many delectable things leading up to it. After she’d gone, he’d stood in the workout room and steeped himself in her sexual scent, mesmerized himself by replaying the images, teased himself with what was still to come. Until finally he’d succumbed to her lure, stroking his cock for relief.

  She would love to know he’d jerked off to thoughts of her. Like a teenage boy.

  She’d love knowing, too, that even as he punished her, it was only with an iron will that he kept himself from taking her.

  “You need this,” he told her. “You need a man to tell you what to do.” She moaned for him as he pushed his fingers inside her. Then he swatted her ass again, making sure he included her pussy. “Say it.”

  She cried out, and the beginnings of her orgasm shimmied through her. “I need it. God, I need it so bad.”

  “Not it, a man.”

  “I need a man.” She was close to wailing now, her body in full quiver.

  “You need this man.”

  “Yes, yes, I need you to tell me what to do. Tell me, Holt, make me do it. Make me do anything.”

  Leaning over her, his lips next to her ear, he whispered everything he wanted. “I will find cock for you. I’ll choose. I’ll watch. I’ll direct and demand. You’ll never forget I’m there. Then I’ll take you, taste you, show you how you always have to come back to me. And when you need it, I’ll punish you. Because you will need it, Ruby, you always do.” His cock raged with all the things he would have Ruby do for him. She was born to do a man’s bidding, to be led, to please.

  “Yes, Holt, please, Holt.”

  He wasn’t sure she even realized what she was agreeing to. She simply wanted the orgasm, and with the next touch of his hand, she went into meltdown, her sweet cream all over his palm, her scent rising, making him almost as crazy as she was. His body pressed along hers, he took in the quake of her limbs and the rasp of her breath. Then she sobbed in delirium. Her lips were ruby red where she’d bitten them, her face flushed, her hair falling from the knot she’d secured it in. She looked gloriously debauched on his desk.

  He couldn’t say how long they stayed that way, a least a minute, but probably more like five, then she opened her eyes. “Oh God, Holt.”

  He saw clearly in the depths of her gaze that there was no one else for her now. Clay no longer existed. Bradley Palmer was just a footnote. Ruby was his. It was time to set the rest of his plan in motion.

  * * * * *

  Holt tied the skirt around her waist. Ruby’s legs wobbled, and her mind still felt dazed, but oh, that orgasm had been marvelous.

  As Holt bent to the task, she breathed him in, soap, shampoo, a subtle aftershave, and his own unique male scent. Late at night, she could still smell him on her. He made her giddy. Or perhaps that was the aftereffect of what he’d done to her on his desk.

  But why wouldn’t he fuck her? She wanted him to, needed him to, yet, with the exception of the one time he’d made her suck him during lunch, everything had been about her.

  As if he wanted her addicted to the orgasms he gave her.

  “I forget what you were punishing me for.” She’d forgotten everything but how good he felt against her, his touch on her pussy, even if it was the swat of his hand. Her butt cheeks burned pleasantly, and her skin felt warm. She’d never have thought she’d go in for the bondage and submission stuff, but now she was dying for more.

  He gave her a raised eyebrow. “Because you didn’t get an apartment.”

  But she’d looked. Then she remembered the rest of the morning, that he’d been late. And all the possibilities for what he’d been doing. She didn’t like feeling so needy. She didn’t like feeling disposable. She didn’t want Holt to be able to turn to another woman as easily as Clay had turned to Jessica.

  “And because I knew you wouldn’t follow instructions,” Holt went on, “I found a place for you.”

  She couldn’t do much more than stare at him and ask, “When?”

  He furrowed his brow. “This morning. Why the hell else would I cancel all my meetings?” He stuck a finger in her face. “You weren’t getting the job done.”
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  Ruby felt faint with relief. He hadn’t been with another woman. He’d been looking for an apartment for her. Why? Because after Saturday night, he wanted her last tie to Clay broken?

  Could that be why he hadn’t fucked her yet? Yes, because Clay was still paying her bills. She wondered if Holt intended to pay for the apartment. She wouldn’t ask that, but the idea was thrilling, like something out of an old forties movie where a powerful man kept his secretary as his mistress and came to her every night before he went home to his wife. Ruby imagined herself in sexy lounging pajamas, offering him his slippers. Then she almost laughed; she’d never been the domestic type.

  As she was mulling over the ramifications, Holt was writing on a piece of notepaper. “Here’s the address. Go see it tonight after work.”

  She recognized the street. It was fairly close to the office, but farther from Holt’s home than the hotel. “I suppose you picked it,” she drawled, “so you can take me there for a quickie at lunch.”

  His eyes suddenly smoked, and he was on her in a second, imprisoning her chin between his fingers. “I prefer doing filthy things to you right here in my office.” He bit her lip just short of pain, and something sexy and delectable slid through her. “I like the risk,” he murmured.

  So did she. It was incredibly exciting to think that anyone could knock on his door at any time. Someone might even have heard her today. What if one day she accidentally forgot to lock the door?

  He dropped his hold on her and stepped back. “It’s a one-bedroom,” he told her. “You don’t need more.”

  Because she’d be spending most of her time at his house? Ruby liked the idea, though she wondered if she was turning milquetoast by allowing him to be so dictatorial. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  “Ruby, sweet, I’m the judge of everything where you’re concerned. Don’t forget it.” Then he put on his professional face. “Now, don’t you have some work to do?”