PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels)

by Kristal Baird

  Jake watched her softly breathing and stroked the inner wrist of the arm she left sprawled outside the covers with his thumb. A thumb that would do all sorts of dangerous things to her body and her mind tomorrow.

  He lay for a long time just looking at her. His mind was filled with the reasons why he was behaving so differently this time. He concluded that it was because she was reacting very differently to the other women he had trained.

  He liked being dominant. Always had. Enjoyed the challenge of the women who fought it. But Cally didn’t fight it. And it was more than just the deception she believed she was working under.

  Deep inside, she liked the role of being submissive to him. He would stake his job on it. Every fibre of his gut instinct told him she got off on it. It turned her on quicker than any woman he had ever known. And that turned him on too.

  Jake knew he had to keep a mental distance.

  He laughed softly, realising that taking her, naked and vulnerable, to sleep in his bed, wasn’t a very good start to the resolution. But he just couldn’t leave her lying there all alone after the punishing day they’d both had. He’d covered three days’ training in one and it had pushed them both to the limit.

  Quite frankly he was concerned he had enough control to know when to stop.

  Jake brushed the blonde hair back from her forehead. He wished he could sleep as peacefully as Cally. He bent over and softly grazed her lips with his, then jumped back. What the hell did he think he was doing?

  Jake got up and went through to pour himself a slug of brandy. Downed it in one. Then he spent an hour on his treadmill, driving the devil out of him, showered and went to sleep in the spare room he had rescued Cally from. He was struck by the irony.

  The sooner her training was finished and he returned her, fully compliant and totally submissive to Mathers’ sexual demands – job completed – the better. Then he could get back to his life as normal.

  Chapter Four

  CALLY AWOKE ALONE in the bed. Jake’s bed. As she came to, she recalled him coming and leading her there.

  She’d thought he wanted her, finally. But she couldn’t recall him touching her at all. Except in a dream, where he’d kissed her.

  Cally put her fingers to her lips. Only in her dreams.

  She heard muted sounds off in the distance. Jake was moving around up the hall somewhere. Her clothes had been left in the bathroom last night and she had nothing in here to wear. Last night came back to her in powerful images. Being in the shower with Jake, the bondage and correction, and him stimulating her, at long last, to a grinding orgasm.

  She could feel her cheeks burning. Especially with the growing knowledge that, far from feeling sated, she was as frustrated as before. Jake Stone had kept her at such a pitch of excitement for so long that it was going to take nothing less than a whole football team fucking her to make her feel satisfied. Or one man. But he didn’t seem to want to take her, that way. Even when he had her naked in his bed.

  It was clearly the torture he got off on.

  Cally looked around for something to cover up in. She saw the white shirt Jake had been wearing yesterday hanging over the edge of the laundry basket and, checking he wasn’t about to enter the room, slipped out of bed and quickly put it on. It smelled of him. She already recognised his scent and reacted to it.

  What she really needed was a quick morning orgasm, to take the edge off her nervous sensitivity. Jake was never going to oblige. In fact, he would most likely leave her feeling more desperate than ever.

  She thought about a rapid self-help job while he was busy elsewhere, and her hand strayed to one breast and started the process with a little friction on one willingly responsive nipple. It felt oh so tender from the sting of the whip he had expertly administered the previous night. Not enough to really hurt but excruciating enough to make her cry out and want to come. He’d done it before, she just knew. No one got that expert without a lot of practice. On his PAs?

  She halted. She knew she should really take the opportunity to search his bedroom. It might not present itself to her so easily again. Cally released her yearning body and sighed as she started a quiet search of a chest of drawers. Mathers better be really grateful to her for going through all of this.

  She found clothes. Neatly stacked, all clean and pressed. Edges perfectly aligned. This guy must have been in the army. Or had a strictly dominant mama. The thought of that amused her no end. She had visions of tying Jake to that restraint frame herself and giving him a taste of what he had given her last night. The picture of his strong buttocks quivering under the sting of a fully realised lashing made the pulse in her pussy start ticking all over again. The fantasy of the tingle of the whip punishing his horny, throbbing cock, until he agreed to use it to fuck her as hard as she wanted, found her naughty fingers straying between her damp pussy lips.

  Damn it. She couldn’t get her mind off sex. This wouldn’t get the room searched. She reluctantly went back to the task.

  In the bottom drawer, buried beneath a heap of stuff, she found a photograph album. Now that was more interesting. Shocking. Each page held the photograph of a different woman. Naked, blindfolded. Bound. Was this the string of previous PAs he had employed? Had the bastard kept a record to remind him of their humiliation? Did he lie in bed at night and masturbate as he looked at these photographs, remembering what he had done to each one?

  The album was pretty full. So many women. And there were still empty pages. Did he plan to put her picture amongst them? The thought both shocked and excited her. Maybe she was as weird as her boyfriends had made out.

  Cally became conscious of noises in the distance and rapidly thrust the evidence back. She would try to remove one of the photographs later. The whole thing, if she could smuggle it out. It made her realise she would have to endure another day and night. Her heart beat rapidly at the thought.

  She had barely straightened up when Jake pushed his head through the door. He looked at her standing in his shirt as if he liked what he saw. She swallowed.

  ‘I’ve made breakfast. Come through and have some. We’ve got a hard day ahead.’

  Hard. Even the stupid word gave her a thrill.

  Jake led her to the kitchen. He piled scrambled eggs onto wholewheat toast and indicated she should sit and eat.

  ‘Pour yourself juice. You didn’t eat last night and it’s important to keep your strength up.’

  Cally found herself wondering what he had in store for her with those words, but she was hungry and tucked straight in. She noticed he served himself bacon too, the bastard. She would have loved a couple of greasy great rashers right now, but she remembered he’d said she wasn’t getting to eat meat, and kept quiet about it.

  ‘There’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom and your clothes have been delivered. I’ve put out the ones I want you to wear today, in the spare room. I’ve got people coming in and want you appropriately dressed.’ Jake tossed back about a pint of juice and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as it slipped down.

  His words had Cally worried. What did he mean by appropriate? She supposed he just meant looking like an efficient PA. But she couldn’t help recalling the type of clothes she had been asked to order yesterday. Of the distracting kind.

  ‘Do you want me to clean up first?’ she asked him, indicating the breakfast dishes.

  ‘No need. I have someone who comes in every day to do that.’

  Cally wondered if he abused his daily help too. Wondered if that woman’s picture joined the ranks of naked victims portrayed in his album. It was another potential source of information for her report, she realised. And perhaps the reason why his clothes were so perfect. The staff got beaten if they weren’t organised to the master’s satisfaction. God, what a monster. Yet she felt her body yearning to feel that firm control herself again, already.

  ‘Put your hair up tightly,’ he ordered.

  She went off to shower and dress. He had left her cosmetic bag, removed from her handbag,
by the wash basin. He was certainly a planner. Cally supposed he couldn’t behave in the controlling way he did if he wasn’t.

  She stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. The reflection of the restraint frame behind her outlined her body in faint mockery of the woman who stared back. It wasn’t her. She didn’t dress like this.

  The change was only temporary, she told herself.

  She was wearing stockings and suspenders that made her feel very sexy. Like she was going out to a club. Hunting for some fun. The faint bulges of the fasteners revealed themselves on her thighs, through the shortest little skirt she’d ever worn. She could hardly move without the darkened tops of the black stockings revealing themselves below the hem of her grey skirt. Slutty. Didn’t he say he had people coming in?

  At least the black blouse was roomy enough to cover her fully. She could hardly tuck it in the waistband of her skirt, though, which was so tight there was no room to breathe. The heels of these black shoes were higher than her own, if that was possible. For a moment she thought she might swap them, thinking he would never notice, but decided to forgo the pleasure of a beating for disobedience before she had even set out for the office. The clothes he’d selected for her to wear made her feel chastised enough already.

  The journey to the office was a repeat of last night’s, in reverse. It made her feel very uncomfortable, though. She knew, no matter how still she sat, that the little skirt rode up her thighs exposing not just the tops of her stockings, but her bare flesh above them. Cally just knew he would be staring at her body.

  ‘My visitors will be here first thing, so make coffee for three,’ Jake demanded, as soon as they arrived.

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  Jake smiled at her. How quickly he believed she had fallen into the role of his demure little PA, she thought scornfully. Today, she would watch like a hawk to see where he kept the keys to his desk. The sooner she got everything she wanted, the sooner she could be out of here.

  A thought flew unbidden into her mind that one of the things she wanted was to be well and truly serviced by Jake Stone, before she left. He owed her that much. She would tease him so badly he wouldn’t be able to help himself.

  She heard the visitors arrive. Jake went to greet them. He called to her to serve the coffee straight away, as he passed with them along the corridor to the main office.

  Cally gave the loaded tray a quick once-over to satisfy herself that all was as it should be. Not a biscuit in sight. She carried it carefully through. It wasn’t easy balancing in the height of her catwalk heels and she was embarrassed enough to be aware that the skirt was still riding up as she moved and must be revealing her stocking tops and thighs with every step she took.

  They were all watching. She didn’t have to look at any one of them to realise that. The intense silence said it all.

  She stood by Jake’s desk, waiting for him to give a command. She didn’t want to be trapped in an awkward situation in front of these strangers for doing wrong.

  Two men, about the same age as Jake Stone, sat in the room. The stares of all three were disconcerting. There was an air of tension in the room as if they were all waiting for something to begin.

  Cally didn’t like it. She didn’t like it one little bit. Nerves prickled along her spine, remembering yesterday. He wouldn’t. Would he?

  ‘Ah, here’s Cally with the coffee. Thank you. Put it here on the desk.’

  Jake indicated a place where she would have to lean across to place the tray, making her skirt ride up even further. She put it down closer to her side of the desk than that and slid it along with a hand. That foiled his little nonsense, she thought smugly.

  ‘Biscuits!’ Jake exclaimedloudly, making Cally jump. ‘You didn’t bring my guests any biscuits.’ He stared at her with an almost imperceptible smirk on his face. ‘You would like a biscuit or two with your coffee, I’m sure?’ He addressed the two men, who both agreed without taking their hooded eyes from Cally once.

  She began to burn, seeing where this was going. Jake Stone was determined to embarrass her in front of these men. She turned on her heel and left, hearing them pass fake pleasantries about the state of the congested roads in the city into which she could read all sorts of innuendo. She piled up a plate with biscuits and took a deep breath before returning. Remember those desk keys, she kept reminding herself.

  Cally placed the plate beside the tray and saw that the bunch of keys was on the desktop beside Jake. She couldn’t get them just yet, but as soon as his back was turned …

  ‘My new PA, Cally, is very pretty,’ Jake announced. ‘Don’t you agree?’

  ‘Very pretty,’ one of the visitors replied. Cally was disturbed by the growly tone of arousal in his voice. This wasn’t normal. But she couldn’t pretend that any of this was. She stared straight ahead, hoping Jake would dismiss her.

  ‘She has beautiful breasts.’

  Cally couldn’t believe what Jake had just said about her in front of the others. Her face warmed in humiliation and she had to force herself not to turn and flee. The alluded-to part of her anatomy was heaving in abject alarm.

  ‘Take off your blouse, Cally,’ Jake ordered. ‘Show my guests your beautiful breasts.’

  Cally’s eyes flew pleadingly to Jake’s. It was one thing to do this in front of him. Quite another to have an avid audience.

  The look he gave her chilled her. She knew immediately what his raised eyebrow signalled. Punishment. God, don’t let him spank me in front of them, she pleaded silently. Her fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse.

  She stared at the wall as she slowly undid the buttons from top to bottom.

  Jake gave another instruction. ‘Remove the blouse completely, so they can see your breasts properly.’

  Cally swallowed down the lump in her throat. There was no way out of this. Running would only bring down a whole heap of Jake’s wrath upon her. He wasn’t the type of man who liked to be crossed. She pulled the material from her shoulders and let it slide down to the floor. She could smell their potent male interest, as three pairs of eyes riveted themselves to her full breasts, clad only in the sheer, white lacy little bra Jake had selected for her this morning. Her heart pounded and she could hear the shallow, erratic breathing of the three men who watched her.

  ‘Is she not lovely?’ Jake whispered.

  ‘Beautiful.’

  ‘Oh yes.’

  Their testosterone pounded. Cally wanted to flee, yet somewhere inside she discovered a thrilling sensation burgeoning. Jake might be in control of her, but she was most definitely in control of all three of them. She could practically hear their male appendages twitching in their trousers. One of them shifted in his discomfort.

  ‘Now, Cally.’ Jake’s voice was the most controlled of the three. ‘How can my guests fully appreciate your charms when you refuse to reveal them?’

  Her eyes fixed on his again. Surely he didn’t want her to …? He nodded his assent and although his eyes were on hers, she knew his visitors’ eyes were angled much lower down. She reached back and unhooked the fastening, letting the lace cups drop away from her fullness, exposing herself completely for their hot appreciation. She wished she could slow her breathing, so aware was she of the fall and rise of her breasts.

  She was mortified to realise her nipples were hard and pebbled, revealing her excitement to the spectators. Thank God they couldn’t tell how wet she was becoming between her thighs.

  Suddenly one of the men spoke. ‘I would like to touch them.’ He addressed this request to Jake, acknowledging his ownership of the woman standing displayed before them.

  Cally’s panic grew, which made her breasts heave more than ever as her rate of breathing increased. She knew her alarm excited all of them even more.

  Jake spoke sharply to her. ‘You heard my guest. He wants to touch you and you will allow it.’ He indicated that she should walk up to the man and make her body available to him.

  Cally could feel hers
elf trembling as she moved to stand in front of the stranger. How far did Jake intend to let this go? Her breath caught as the man reached up tentatively and stroked the backs of his fingers over the globes of pale flesh.

  ‘Enjoy her, like I do,’ Jake encouraged. ‘She will not object, will you, Cally?’

  ‘No, sir,’ Cally whispered. She trembled at his words.

  The man needed little more persuading. He cupped both breasts in his hands, lifted and kneaded them, gently at first and then more firmly, with increasing confidence. His focus was intent, all his senses directed to the enjoyment he got from such close attention to her naked body. His thumbs ran backward and forward over the sensitive nipples until Cally had to fight the desire to groan.

  ‘They are truly magnificent,’ he declared.

  ‘But surely a man cannot say he has fully experienced the delights of a woman’s breasts, if he only uses his hands?’ Jake wondered aloud.

  ‘No, I agree.’ The second man, who had been taking his pleasure vicariously until now, indicated his desire to experience such enjoyment. ‘May I?’ He asked Jake’s permission as if he believed she was his property, to do with what he wanted. Cally was stunned at the thought but more amazed by how turned on and hot she was becoming at their use of her.

  ‘Cally, you will allow the other gentleman to lick your nipples.’

  She turned to Jake, uncertain.

  ‘Cally!’ Jake exclaimed. ‘You are here to service my visitors, on my command, not to make life difficult for them. Do you wish to enrage me?’

  ‘No, sir. What do you want me to do?’ Cally was unsure of how Jake wished her to proceed, if not of his intentions toward her.

  ‘Sit astride his lap, facing him, so he can get full access to your breasts to tongue them.’

  Cally knew her skirt would not allow her to do as he requested; she would have to hitch it above her thighs. She hesitated for a second before acting, until she heard Jake clear his throat in warning. The movement not only revealed the tops of her stockings, but the suspenders attached to them and the creamy expanse of naked flesh pointing its clear signal to the hot, wet little crotch of her lacy panties. She could smell the musk of her own eager sex and was shamed to realise this man could too.