The Office Slave #2: The Boss

by Opal Carew

  "Don't worry. I'll keep up."

  At that, he reached between their bodies and she felt his fingertip on her clit. He stroked and the pleasure ramped up several notches.

  Then she burst with incandescent joy, every nerve in her body flaring to life at the same time. She gasped.

  "Oh, yes… Oh, God…" Her head dropped to his shoulder as the rapidly mounting pleasure exploded into sheer ecstasy.

  She gasped, then wailed her release. His body arched beneath her and he groaned. A fountain of liquid heat erupted inside her.

  She continued to ride him until the explosive sensations settled to a sense of euphoria. She rested against him. A deep sense of contentment filled her when his arms came around her and he held her close to his hard body.

  She reveled in the embrace, which lasted several moments, then he stirred and she reluctantly drew away.

  "Thank you, Sir."

  He smiled warmly. "It was truly my pleasure."

  He grasped her waist and helped her to her feet.

  "Why don't you go get dressed and meet me back here?"

  It was a suggestion, not an order. That definitely signaled the end of their role-playing.

  She slipped away and found her things, then cleaned up and dressed. All neat and tidy in her business suit again, she went around to each of the partners and gave them a hug and kiss and thanked them. She went to Slade last and they lingered over their deep kiss. She didn't ask if it was possible to see him again, even though she wanted to. He and the others had agreed to play out her fantasy last time, and before she'd left, the boss had asked her to return. This time, they were done. She'd probably never see any of them again.

  She entered Mr. Grant's office.

  "I've said good-bye to the others."

  He nodded.

  "Sylvia, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed today. You were the perfect submissive."

  "Well, I made a few mistakes."

  "Because of the punishments? On the contrary. That makes it all the better."

  At the gleam in his eye, she remembered the feel of his hand on her bottom. The stinging of his slap. The sweet caress when he soothed her skin afterward.

  She nodded. Yes, it had definitely enhanced the experience.

  "Thank you again for your invitation," she said.

  But when she reluctantly turned to leave, he said, "Wait."

  She turned around. His face, which had been warm and friendly since their lovemaking, had turned to that of the boss again.

  "I'll need you on Friday evening. I have some clients to entertain and you, as my submissive, will be there for whatever they, and I, might need. Do you understand?"

  Clients? She didn't know if he really meant to give her to strangers for sex, or if it was just a scenario, but right now, she didn't care. She had to see him again.

  To be dominated by him again.

  She suppressed the smile trying so hard to escape, and simply bowed her head.

  "Yes, Mr. Grant. Whatever you say."

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  THE OFFICE SLAVE #2: THE BOSS is the second story in The Office Slave series (after THE OFFICE SLAVE), which was spun off from the Red Hot Fantasies series. An excerpt from the first of the Red Hot Fantasies series, THE MALE STRIPPER, is included below.

  If you liked THE OFFICE SLAVE #2: THE BOSS , you will almost certainly like Opal's short story THREE, about a woman, a sexy stranger, and his two brothers.

  If you'd like something equally hot, but novel length, you might also enjoy Opal's erotic romance novel, HIS TO COMMAND (about one woman's surrender to desire at the hands of a dominant billionaire) or her erotica novella, DEBT OF HONOR (about a woman enslaved by a sheikh for a crime she did not commit).

  Or for something a little less hot, you might like to try a spicy (but not erotic) contemporary romances by Opal's alter ego, Amber Carew, called VIRGIN WANTED.

  An excerpt of each of the books mentioned above is included below...

  The Office Slave

  by Opal Carew

  Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…

  Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??

  Volume 3 of the Red Hot Fantasies series.

  Excerpt

  A big, black motorcycle pulled into a parking space in front of them and the rider, tall and broad-shouldered, climbed off. Sylvia watched as he pulled off his helmet, revealing dark, wavy brown hair, a little long, and a stunningly handsome face. He unzipped his black, leather jacket, revealing a black T-shirt stretched across his broad muscular chest.

  Sylvia nudged Becca. "Wow, now I'm wishing I'd gone with a biker fantasy."

  The sexy hunk noticed her staring at him and smiled, a gleam in his eye. Sylvia returned his smile but glanced away, a little embarrassed at having been caught ogling him.

  Becca grinned. "Sorry, too late. Your office slave fantasy is already set up. You wouldn't want to disappoint four hot guys, would you?"

  "Man, if they're even half as hot as that guy, I'll be thrilled."

  "Oh, you'll be thrilled all right."

  Sylvia watched the hot guy walk toward the office tower entrance, his black helmet tucked under his arm.

  He opened the door and held it for another man with a bicycle.

  "Morning, Slade" said the cyclist, who was also muscular and very fit looking, and had straight, brown hair, thick and cut short.

  "Hey, Neil."

  "Man, have I been looking forward to today."

  The biker, named Slade, shot a quick glance toward Sylvia, then back to his friend. "Me, too."

  The door closed behind them and she could see them walking across the lobby through the glass doors.

  Becca glanced at her watch. "It's almost time. You want me to go up with you?"

  The arrangement was to wait until a little after nine, to ensure all the men were in the office by the time she arrived.

  Sylvia shook her head. "No, Mom. I'm sure I can find it on my own." She grinned. "Thanks for the ride."

  "No problem. It was on my way to work."

  "And thanks for setting this up. Thank Cal, too."

  "Well, my fantasy came true. I think you deserve the same." Becca grinned again. "Just make sure you call me later and let me know how it went." She shook her head. "Four guys. Leave it to you, Sylvia." With that she turned and headed to her car which was parked a few spaces down. She got in, then waved as she pulled into the morning traffic.

  Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn't doubt it.

  The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.

  "Are you Sylvia?"

  She nodded.

  He pulled the door open. "Please come in."

  She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.

  "I'm Mike Bairn. Come on into my
office."

  She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but he didn't glance up.

  "Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.

  "No, not at all. The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."

  She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things. She'd been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some of Cal's ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.

  This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set her hormones humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy. Along his three partners, too?

  Don't freak out now. This is your fantasy!

  Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk. "So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."

  Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well, maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being… uh…brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty wild. Why shouldn't she?

  And when she'd become enamored of the fantasy, she'd never, ever dreamed she'd live it out. What woman did? But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn't want to walk away.

  "So, don't get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn't making fun of her, but he was teasing her.

  "Well, he did do you wrong."

  "True. But then we're distracted by a beautiful woman."

  Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."

  He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we're ready to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out of this office, we're into our roles. Okay?"

  "Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.

  They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.

  "Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.

  She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.

  "The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.

  The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike's and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia's breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she'd seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd spoken with at the door.

  The cyclist's short, straight hair was a little damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the rebel of the bunch.

  They sat down and she glanced around the table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were all gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them all.

  "This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few days ago. She's here because of the arrangement to compensate for her brother's debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith, Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."

  She nodded as she gazed at their serious expressions. Tension curled inside her.

  "So, she's going to be our office slave, right?" Slade said.

  "Yes, that's the arrangement," Mike answered.

  "Good, then I think we should start right off with seeing what's underneath those clothes she's wearing.

  Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed through her.

  "Excellent idea." Mike said.

  The Male Stripper

  by Opal Carew

  Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…

  Excerpt

  Becca wrapped her hand around him. The feel of his thick, hard, hot shaft in her hand melted her insides. It seemed to pulse in her hand.

  "Oh, God, it's so… big."

  She glanced at Cal, whose grin faded slightly as his brown eyes darkened with simmering desire.

  "His cock's looking a bit lonely over there," Cal said as he stood up and walked toward the chair. "Think it needs some company?"

  She just nodded, anticipation flaring. She'd seen Cal's cock at the party, but not up close and personal.

  He stripped of his black pants, then his briefs. His big cock, a little longer than Don's and definitely thicker, dropped in front of her. She wrapped her free hand around it. At the feel of two hot cocks, one in each hand, her vagina clenched in need.

  "I'm starting to feel like this was a setup." Don glanced at Cal with a grin.

  "Is that a problem?" Cal asked.

  Don's eyes glittered. "Not if it means what I think it means."

  Cal winked. "It does."

  Don sent Becca a devilish smile. "Excellent. So, pretty lady, let's get on with the action."

  She giggled and stroked both their cocks, gliding her hands up and down their big members. Don groaned and elation fluttered through her. Both he and Cal were hunky sex Gods, yet both wanted to be with her. She leaned forward and licked the tip of Don's cock.

  "Oh, yeah. I like that."

  She opened her mouth and glided over his cockhead, taking the whole thing into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his tip, then spiraled downward and teased the underside of his corona.

  "Oh, pretty lady, that is fantastic."

  With one hand wrapped around Cal's cock while she stroked him, she had her other hand wrapped tight around the base of Don's shaft as she licked and squeezed him in her mouth. She glided off Don and took Cal in her mouth. He was bigger and stretched her mouth wide. He was long and hard and she glided as deep as she could go, then squeezed him. His hand wrapped around her head, his fingers twining in her long hair. She dove down on him a couple more times, loving the feel of his big cock in her mouth, then she slid off and guided Don back into her mouth.

  She sucked and squeezed, sucked and squeezed as she moved from one to the other.

  "Damn, honey, you are really hot." Don groaned as she relaxed her throat and took him really deep.

  His hand clamped around her head. "Fuck, that's it. I'm going to come."

  She released Cal and cradled Don's balls in her hand as she continued to bob up and down on him. His balls tightened, then she felt hot liquid fill her mouth. She kept squeezing him inside, swallowing around him as he continued to spurt.

  Once she was sure he was done, she leaned back and guided Cal's cock toward her mouth.

  "Hold on, sweetheart. I can wait." He stepped back and stripped off his shirt. "You've seen both of us naked, now how about you return the favor?"

  She glanced down at her black wrap-around dress. "There's no way I'm going to do a striptease in front of two professional strippers."

  Don laughed.

  "No problem." Cal stepped toward her, his hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked. "We can help you."

  He reached for her hand and drew her to her feet. Don grabbed
the tie on her dress and pulled until the small bow at her hip unfastened, then he undid the knot, the thin black strips gliding through his big fingers. Cal eased the dress from her shoulders and guided it down her arms. Now she stood before them in just her black lace bra, thong, garter belt and stockings.

  Don's gaze glided down her body, then back to her bosom. "Mmm. Hot lady."

  Cal dragged her against his body and captured her lips. At the feel of his hard, hot body pressed against her naked skin, her blood boiled with need. His tongue drove into her mouth and she met it. Another pair of hands glided down her back, then over her bare ass. Don stepped closer and nuzzled her neck, sending tingles dancing along her spine. Her bra loosened and Cal slid the straps from her shoulders. He released her lips and eased back, drawing the bra from her body, his gaze locked on her breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense scrutiny.

  "God, you have beautiful breasts." He cupped one reverently and her hard nipple pressed into his palm.

  "Fuck, no kidding." Don covered the other one and kneaded it gently.

  She drew in a deep breath, her hormones spiraling out of control.

  Cal kissed her neck, then down her chest. As Don's hand slipped away, Cal licked her nipple. She sucked in a breath, then gasped as he took the hard nub in his mouth and sucked. Don slid her thong over her hips and down her thighs. He slid them to the floor and she stepped out of them, now in just her garter belt and stockings. He kissed up the back of her calves, then her thighs. The feel of his lips caressing her skin heightened the sensation of Cal's mouth moving on her nipple. As Cal licked, Don kissed her ass.

  She sucked in a breath as his fingers glided between her legs and along her slippery slit. Cal's mouth found her other nipple while he stroked the abandoned one with his fingertips. Then he grasped the hard nub between his fingers and squeezed. Don's fingers slid inside her opening and her knees grew weak.

  Three

  by Opal Carew

  Hot steamy dreams…

  a sexy stranger…

  and his two brothers…

  all add up to an erotic adventure she'll never forget.