The Office Slave #2: The Boss

by Opal Carew

  The Office Slave #2: The Boss

  Opal Carew

  They brought her ultimate sexual fantasy to life… Now it gets real.

  Sylvia couldn’t get his deep, domineering voice out of her head. It had only been a one minute phone conversation, but it had elicited the most compelling and intense sex dreams she’d ever known.

  Her friend had arranged for her to live out her sexual fantasy of being office slave to four hot hunky business partners, and at the end, their fifth partner had called to ask if she wanted to be dominated… for real.

  Now she was about to give up total control to the man behind the voice… the Boss.

  Volume 2 of the The Office Slave series.

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  Praise for The Office Slave #1

  5 Stars!

  "Very well written, makes you feel as if you could be one of the characters in this story. I like how they don't cut her any slack and make her fantasy come true with a bang."

  Annette, Amazon reader

  5 Stars!

  Totally HOT and sexy!

  "I loved it. Where were my friends like this when I was single? Holy mother! I hope there's a sequel. I want to see how it works out with the big boss." :)

  Slinkydennis, Amazon reader

  4 Stars!

  "Exciting and intriguing book, as always kept the sizzle throughout the whole novel. I could not put the book down till I finished reading it all."

  Leslie, Amazon reader

  The Office Slave #2: The Boss

  Published by Opal Carew at Smashwords

  Copyright 2013 Opal Carew

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First edition: June 2013

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  The Office Slave #2: The Boss

  Opal Carew

  Dedication

  To my readers.

  Enjoy!

  Sylvia stood in front of the door to Suite 150, wearing her black fitted business suit, and pressed the button to ring the bell. Anxiety quivered through her. When she'd been here last week, it had been to experience her deepest sexual fantasy, to submit to the sexual whims of four hunky business partners.

  It had been the most incredible experience of her life.

  Now, here she was again, but this time was different. Their boss had called afterward and challenged her to put aside the play-acting and submit to him for real. His voice on the phone had been deep and authoritative and she'd found herself yearning to obey him.

  The weekend had been sweet torment as she'd anticipated this encounter. What did this man look like? What would he command her to do?

  Although the mere thought of being under his control excited her, faced with the reality of coming here this morning, she'd almost backed out.

  "Hello," a deep, masculine voice said over the intercom speaker.

  It was him. Tingles danced down her spine. She was finally going to meet him.

  "Hello, Mr. Grant. This is Sylvia Reed."

  "Walk past the main area, turn left, then open the door at the end of the hall. You'll find my office there."

  At the buzzing sound, she pulled open the door and stepped inside. As she walked, she patted the back of her head to ensure her hair was still neatly captured in the barrette.

  The four partners she'd interacted with last week had their offices off the main area. She saw Granger and Mike talking in one of the offices, triggering heated memories of their big naked bodies pressed against her. Her heart-rate accelerated.

  They didn't notice as she passed by. She continued down a hall and turned left, then at the end of the hallway, found a door she hadn't been through before. She opened it and stepped inside a reception area.

  The floor was carpeted and a desk stood in the middle of the room. A couple of comfortable-looking leather chairs stood along the wall facing the large window overlooking the nicely landscaped grounds outside the building.

  She glanced around and saw a large door of deep mahogany. Her stomach fluttered and she drew in a deep, calming breath. This was it. She'd been anticipating this moment ever since she'd first heard his sexy voice. It was time to meet the mysterious man who'd been haunting her dreams.

  She tapped on the door, then opened it and stepped inside.

  A suited man sat behind a huge, mahogany desk, staring at a large, sleek laptop. His glossy hair, black as a raven's wing, was cropped short. His face, with high cheekbones and angular jaw framing full lips, was striking. He glanced at her with piercing steel-blue eyes and her breath caught. He was intensely masculine. And incredibly sexy.

  "Miss Reed."

  "Yes."

  She expected him to tell her to sit down, but he didn't. His gaze took in her face, then drifted down her neck and settled on her chest. Heat washed through her at his intense scrutiny. Her nipples puckered as he blatantly stared at her breasts. Then his gaze drifted downward again, slowing over her stomach, then settling a few inches below her navel. She felt as if he could see right through her skirt to the black lace panties beneath. Her vagina clenched.

  Then his gaze continued down her legs to her high-heeled, black patent pumps.

  Her breath held, and when his gaze slid back to her face, she was elated to see approval in his eyes.

  "Are you ready to submit to me?"

  Her throat suddenly went dry. This was her last chance to change her mind.

  She drew in a deep breath, then nodded.

  God, the man had barely spoken to her, and she had just agreed to do anything he wanted.

  "You will call me Sir, or Mr. Grant."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Good. Now take off your panties."

  Her jaw dropped as she stared at him, frozen to the spot. She had expected him to lead into things a bit. Maybe talk a little, or take her to see the other partners again before they got started.

  "Now." His firm, authoritative tone jolted through her.

  Excitement quivered through her as she reached under the hem of her narrow skirt and shifted it up until she could reach her panties, revealing quite a bit of thigh, then she pulled them down and stepped out of them. Thank heavens she'd worn them over her garter belt and stockings.

  Cool air brushed against her clean-shaven pussy and even though she was still fully clothed, she felt naked.

  He held out his hand and she placed the skimpy black lace garment in his palm, then watched his big fingers curl around it. He slid it into his suit jacket pocket.

  "Go and lean back against the credenza," he said as he stood up from his desk chair.

  She glanced around and walked to the oak credenza against the wall. He stepped from behind his desk as she leaned back against it.

  "Hike up your skirt and open your legs."

  Her heart thudded loudly as she glanced at him. Was he going to take her right here? She shifted her feet further apart as she tugged up her skirt, opening her thighs wider. Did he want her to expose her pussy?

  Wh
en the hem of her skirt was high enough to reveal the tops of her stockings, he said, "That's enough." He leaned back against his desk. "Now reach under your skirt and touch yourself."

  She drew in a breath, then slid her hand under her skirt. She found her warm, soft folds, which were already slick.

  "Stroke back and forth. Pretend it's me touching you."

  Her heart-rate jumped another notch. As she stroked back and forth, she could imagine his big, masculine fingers stroking her slick opening.

  "Are you wet?" he asked.

  Oh, God, was she ever.

  "Yes, Mr. Grant."

  His steel-blue eyes gleamed. "Good. Now slide your fingers inside. Stroke your passage."

  As she obeyed him, she imagined his big fingers sliding into her, triggering a frenzy of desire.

  "Tell me what it feels like."

  "It's warm and slick."

  To her satisfaction, she could see a bulge forming in his pants.

  "Now tease your clit."

  She licked her lips as she found the tiny button in the nest of folds, then glided her fingertip over it.

  "Are you still imagining me touching you?"

  "Yes, Sir. I'm imagining your fingers sliding inside me. Touching my clit."

  "Imagine me stroking it, and licking it, my fingers plunging inside you."

  Oh, God, she wanted to feel him touch her for real. Her finger quivered over her button, and her vagina clenched tightly.

  "Does it feel good?"

  "Yes, Mr. Grant." Her words came out in a breathless murmur.

  "Are you getting close?"

  Heat swelled through her as she flicked over her clitoris.

  "Oh, yes," she said breathlessly.

  "Good." He smiled. "Now stop."

  Oh, God, no! But she withdrew her fingers from her slick flesh. He stepped toward her and she drew in a breath of anticipation. Would he touch her now?

  She shivered as he took her wrist and lifted her hand to his lips, then wrapped them around her index finger and sucked. She moaned at the sensation, knowing he was tasting her.

  Slowly, he drew her finger from his mouth, then licked her fingertip before releasing her wrist. God, she wanted to feel his mouth on other parts of her. Like her breasts… her nipples.

  And, oh, God, her clit.

  As if reading her thoughts, he smiled. "Take off your jacket and blouse."

  She slipped off her suit jacket and placed it on the credenza, then released the top button of her dove grey, silk blouse. She unfastened each button slowly, reveling in the heat of his gaze as she exposed more and more skin. Finally, she drew the garment from her shoulders and tossed it on top of her jacket.

  Now she stood before him in her low cut bra, her dusky nipples clearly showing through the sheer, black lace.

  He smiled appreciatively. "Very nice. Now take off the bra."

  She reached around behind her, excitement quivering through her at the thought of revealing her naked body to him, and released the hooks. She slipped the bra from her body quickly, before she lost her nerve.

  His blue eyes darkened to navy as he stared at her naked breasts. Her nipples tightened to beads at his blatant masculine admiration.

  "Touch them," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

  She cupped her breasts and lifted them, then caressed.

  "That's right."

  Arousal danced through her as she stroked her nipples with her thumbs, mesmerized by the smoldering desire in his eyes.

  "Pluck the nipples. Pull and squeeze them until they're big and hard."

  She rolled one nipple between her index finger and thumb while she tugged on the other one. She squeezed and pulled until they swelled and elongated.

  She longed for him to touch them. To cup his big masculine hand around her breast and tease her nipples. To wrap his lips around her nub and suck it hard.

  But he just watched as she toyed with her nipples, the bulge in his pants growing steadily.

  "Mr. Grant, I'd like you to touch me."

  His gaze shifted from her breasts to her face.

  "You do not make requests," he said sternly. "Take off your skirt and turn around."

  Reluctantly, she released her nipples and unzipped her skirt, then slid it down her hips and dropped it to the floor. Now she wore only her garter belt, stockings, and high-heeled pumps. Embarrassed at her almost total nudity, she turned around quickly.

  "Lean forward. Rest your hands on the credenza."

  As soon as she complied, he stepped toward her. Her heart raced as she felt the heat of his body behind her. The fine wool fabric of his jacket brushed her naked skin.

  Then the flat of his hand smacked against her ass. Sharp and hard. She gasped at the pleasurable sting.

  He smacked again. Then again. Her skin pulsed hotly where his hand had struck her. He skimmed his fingers over her hot skin in a light caress, then moved away.

  "Stand up."

  Still reeling from the flush of excitement at her punishment, she stood up and turned around.

  He held a black leather collar with silver studs and a sturdy steel ring attached, like on a dog collar where one attached a leash. He wrapped it around her neck and fastened it snugly, then handed her a black strip of cloth.

  "Put on this blindfold," he instructed.

  She positioned the fabric over her eyes and tied it behind her head. It was strange standing there in total darkness, knowing that even though she could see nothing, he could see her totally naked body.

  The heat of his body so close by sent a quiver through her. She longed to feel his hands on her.

  "Sir, may I ask what is going to happen next?"

  "Since you asked with deference, I will allow it. I'm going to take you to the conference room."

  She felt his hand on her neck, then his finger hooked through the ring and he urged her forward. Blindly, she walked ahead of him, having to trust him not to allow her to walk into walls or furniture. A tug on the collar and she stopped. She heard the door open and he urged her forward again, then thought another door.

  Oh, God, she was walking along one of the hallways of the office, practically naked. He guided her to the left. That would take them into the main part of the office. Were Granger and Mike still talking in Granger's office? Were they watching her walk by? What about Neil? And big, sexy Slade? She still remembered the wild sex they'd had on his motorcycle in the loading dock. She flushed with excitement as she remembered his big cock gliding into her.

  "We're here," Mr. Grant said. "I'm going to guide you to a chair. Take small steps." He guided her forward, then eased her around to face him. She could feel his breath on her face. "Now sit."

  Slowly, she lowered her body, feeling the leather of an armrest under her fingertips, and settled into the chair. She remembered these comfortable chairs from the last time she'd been in this conference room.

  "Open your legs all the way." From the direction of his voice, he was crouched in front of her.

  She opened her legs until her thighs pressed against the armrests. She felt his fingers at her left ankle, wrapping a cushioned strap around it, then he pressed her calf tight to the chair leg. Next, she felt his hands on her other ankle. When she tried to shift her left leg, it wouldn't move.

  The cool air of the room brushed along her inner thighs, and along her intimate folds, which were totally exposed to his view.

  "I see you're cold," he said as he fastened her wrists to the armrests.

  She could hear the smile in his voice. He must be staring at her hardened nipples. Quivers rushed through her and she wished he would touch her.

  "Not to worry. You'll warm up soon."

  She felt his suit jacket brush against her knee as he stood up, then turned and walked away.

  "Okay, gentlemen, come in," he said from across the room.

  She shifted in the chair. He was inviting the other partners to join them.

  "Well, what a treat."

  She recognized Granger
's voice.

  "Yes, nothing like the sight of a naked woman to wake you up in the morning," Slade said.

  She heard folders land on the conference room table and people settling into chairs. She heard a mug being set on the table and noticed she could smell coffee.

  Just the thought of them all sitting there staring at her naked body was an intense turn on.

  "Are we really going to have a meeting with a beautiful, naked woman distracting us in the corner?" Mike asked.

  "I'm sure you'll manage," said Mr. Grant. "Now, we have some client issues to discuss."

  To her surprise, Mr. Grant proceeded to hold a meeting, with everyone joining in for discussion as if she wasn't even there. Still, her nipples thrust forward in the cool air and she could imagine their eyes drifting over her either in surreptitious glances or full out stares. She drew in deep, calming breaths, longing for their masculine hands to caress and explore her aching body.

  The discussions carried on for about twenty minutes before Mr. Grant finally wrapped it up. By that point, she was quivering with need, and so wet she'd probably left a puddle on the chair.

  "This has been productive, gentlemen."

  She drew in a breath, waiting for his next words. Her insides ached in anticipation and she could hardly wait for one of the men to touch her.

  "Now let's adjourn and meet back here in half an hour."

  What?

  "During the break, feel free to enjoy the company of our guest."

  She heard a chuckle, then shuffling around the table. Then silence. Had they all left?

  "Don't worry, you're not alone."

  She nearly jumped at Slade's deep voice nearby. He was standing in front of her. A finger brushed her cheek and tingles rushed along her spine.

  "Slade." She'd had dreams of his big hands stroking her, his body crushing her to the wall. His big cock slipping inside her.

  His hand ran along her shoulder, then stroked over the swell of her breast.

  "I've missed you." He brushed her nipple and excitement lanced through her. "Ah, but I'm ruining things."

  "What do you mean?" she asked in a breathless voice, heat washing through her as his finger plucked gently at her hard nub.