Her Old-Fashioned Boss

by Laylah Roberts

  “Move to the spanking bench, pet, and lie stomach down over it.”

  Sam stepped over to the padded bench, laying himself over it. The bench stood slightly lower than hip level. Sam spread his legs without being asked, knowing what Roarke wanted.

  “Gorgeous. Do you enjoy being over my spanking bench, waiting for me to touch you, pet?”

  “Sometimes, Sir,” Sam answered honestly. Roarke chuckled and Sam was filled with a soft glow of satisfaction.

  “And that’s exactly how it should be, my love.” Roarke ran his hand over Sam’s back, moving down over his ass. He squeezed one cheek firmly, making Sam shudder. “What do you need, pet? Hmm?” he questioned quietly, dipping his hand lower to cup Sam’s balls.

  Sam’s breath grew faster, his cock straining with the need for release.

  “Whatever you wish to give me, Sir,” he replied with a gasp as Roarke’s hand tightened.

  “Good boy. I love having you like this, at my mercy. But you need to remember who is in charge, don’t you, my love?” Roarke moved his hand to squeeze the base of Sam’s cock; he ran his hand up and down the shaft. Sam barely held back a whimper, fighting to keep still. Having Roarke take charge like this always fired him up quickly, and the need seemed even more intense tonight.

  “Someone’s very eager, aren’t they?” Roarke murmured, continuing to pump Sam’s dick. “But you know it’s not going to be this easy, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Roarke stepped back and Sam arched, not wanting to lose his touch.

  Smack!

  A stinging pain in his right buttock made him cry out.

  “No moving. I’m not going to restrain you. Each time you move, I will stop and we will start all over again, understand?”

  Smack! Smack!

  Sam groaned. “Yes, Sir.” This was going to be hell, as least if he were restrained, he could react without thinking, but by demanding he remain still without restraints, Roarke was really testing his control.

  “Good.” Roarke spanked his ass, warming strokes that heated his skin and fired his arousal. Sam strained to stay still.

  By the time Roarke stopped, Sam felt on fire, his skin alive, his nerves, his senses all attuned to the man standing behind him.

  “Nice and blushing,” Roarke said with satisfaction. “Very good, pet, I’m proud of you for staying so still.”

  Sam warmed at the praise.

  “Now reach back and part those bottom cheeks for me,” Roarke demanded. Sam grasped his butt cheeks with his hands and pulled them apart, shivering, knowing Roarke was staring at his exposed asshole. Roarke didn’t move straight away, leaving Sam on tender-hooks, waiting, wondering when he was going to insert the plug.

  He nearly jolted right off the bench as Roarke ran his finger down the crack of Sam’s ass, pressing it ever so slightly inside his asshole before continuing on to cup his balls.

  Sam’s breath ran out of his lungs in a rush as Roarke repeated the movement, this time moving from Sam’s cock up to the top of his crack. Up, down, down, up, then repeat, and each time Roarke pressed his lubricated finger farther into Sam’s ass.

  “Please, Sir,” he cried out, unable to hold back any longer. The anticipation was killing him.

  “Please what, pet?” Roarke asked darkly, pushing his finger in deep.

  “I need more, Sir. I need you.”

  “Who is in charge, pet?” Roarke asked.

  “You are, Sir.”

  “And so I say when you get more, don’t I?”

  “Yes,” Sam cried out as Roarke pulled his finger free and trailed his hand down to squeeze Sam’s cock. Sam had to fight for control, to keep still, to not spill his seed. “Yes, Sir, you’re in charge.”

  “So I say when you get this plug. Just like I say if when you get to come, don’t I, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And there is no coming for you yet, my love. However, I will take pity on you and give you this anal plug which you so seem to want.”

  Roarke moved away and Sam bit back his instinctive denial. As his Dom, Roarke would decide what to give him and sometimes it wasn’t always what Sam wanted.

  Damn him.

  “Deep breath.” Sam took air into his lungs. “Now let it out slowly and relax. No clenching.”

  As he allowed the air to escape, Sam focused on relaxing his muscles, knowing the anal plug would enter more easily. It wasn’t the biggest plug he’d ever taken, but it had been a while.

  The plug stretched and burned, making Sam stiffen.

  “Relax, pet,” Roarke gentled him, rubbing his back and Sam unclenched his butt cheeks, allowing Roarke to seat the plug fully inside him.

  “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Roarke said cheerfully.

  Easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one with a bit of rubber in his ass. Sam wisely kept his thoughts to himself.

  “Hands in front, pet. No reaching back or moving.”

  Sam raised his hands over his head, holding tightly to the end of the bench as he heard the swish of the flogger. Then it landed, a light caress of heat. Roarke bathed his upper back with soft caresses of the flogger that increased in intensity until his skin burned. Then Roarke moved on to his buttocks and upper thighs, avoiding his lower back.

  Sam drifted as the burn overcame him, the flogger feeling like a lover’s caress as the world around him went white around the edges. He floated, content, safe. The burning morphed into an embrace, making him feel secure.

  How long he stayed like that, he didn’t know, but as he drifted down, he felt Roarke running his hands over his skin, the flogger forgotten as Roarke murmured to him gently.

  “There you are,” Roarke said.

  “Hello, Sir,” Sam said dreamily.

  Roarke smiled down at him, having moved to his side. “All right?” he asked, some concern in his eyes.

  “Never better,” Sam replied, smiling back.

  “Good boy. Think you can move back slightly for me?”

  Sam nodded and adjusted himself so his lower stomach hung off the end of the bench. Roarke leaned down and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. He pressed his tongue inside Sam’s mouth, dominating, raising Sam’s blood pressure until the need to move became almost impossible to resist. As if sensing his dwindling control, Roarke cupped the back of Sam’s neck, holding him still.

  As Roarke pulled back, Sam whimpered, wanting more.

  “Shh,” Roarke soothed, running his hand over Sam’s back. Roarke moved to stand at the bottom of the table, out of Sam’s sight. His hands ran over Sam’s warm skin, making him gasp and shiver.

  Reaching beneath Sam’s legs, Roarke clasped his shaft and pumped firmly. Sam’s balls rose, the need to come burning him alive.

  “Sir, please,” Sam groaned as the need became too much, overcoming all his senses. He knew he couldn’t come without Roarke’s permission. His balls tightened to the point of pain as Roarke continued to tease.

  “Please, what?” Roarke asked.

  “Please let me come. I need to so badly.”

  “Who is in charge of this body?”

  “You are, Sir, you are,” Sam cried out. Roarke clasped the base of the plug in his butt, twisting it, lighting the nerve endings in Sam’s ass.

  “Very good, pet. That I am. Roll over. I want to watch you.”

  Roarke steadied him as he moved onto his back. His back and buttocks complained slightly as he lay on them, but that only seemed to add to the bliss racing through him.

  “Leg’s up,” Roarke ordered as he adjusted the panels kept tucked beneath the spanking bench so that they rested out to the side of the bench. Sam pulled his legs up and placed them on the boards. This opened him to Roarke’s touch, making him completely vulnerable.

  Roarke watched him through half-lidded eyes, his gaze hot, approving. Slowly, he undid his shirt, slipping it off his body. Sam stared, riveted. Roarke was ripped, thick with muscle and deeply tanned, courtesy of his Mexican grandmother.<
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  His cock, hard and thick, sprung free. Sam licked his lips.

  Roarke smiled as he reached down and grabbed some lube, squirting it on the palm of his hand. “None of that now, pet. I want your ass, not that delicious mouth.”

  Sam whimpered as Roarke slathered his cock with lube, watching as Roarke ran his hand up and down his long cock. The delicious sight was almost enough to have him coming.

  “No coming, sub. Not until I say so,” Roarke reminded him.

  “Yes, Sir,” Sam gritted out. “But can you please hurry, Sir.”

  Roarke chuckled. “It’s good for you to learn patience. You’ll need it if we decide to pursue Ava.”

  Sam lit up, his eyes widening as happiness coursed through his veins. “We’re going to go after her?” he asked. “She’ll be ours?”

  “Deep breath in,” Roarke ordered as he clasped the base of the plug. Now out.” He pulled the plug free, quickly replacing it with his cock. Roarke pressed his dick forward in one firm, steady push as Sam groaned with pleasure. Fully seated, Roarke glanced down at Sam. “If we do, then we do it at the pace I decide and the way I determine is best for all of us, understand?” he said sternly.

  Sam nodded, biting his lip. Damn, he wondered how long it would take Roarke to get his act together. If they didn’t act quickly she could get snapped up by someone else.

  Roarke ran his hand through Sam’s hair. “I’m taking this slowly because I don’t want any of us to be hurt, Sam. I’m not sure adding a third to our relationship is a good idea. I especially don’t think it’s a good idea to mix business and pleasure. But I will admit that she pulls at me.”

  “We need this, Sir. We need her. I know it.”

  “But does she need us?”

  Sam nodded. “She does. She’s not taking care of herself properly.”

  Roarke raised a brow. “You’ve only just met her.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I know. Now, with all due respect, Sir. Will you fuck me already?”

  Roarke grunted, staring at him sternly, but there was a glint of laughter in his eyes. “It will be my pleasure.”

  Grasping Sam’s cock, he started moving his hips in time with his movements over Sam’s dick.

  In, out. Up, down.

  “Sir, Sir, please,” Sam cried out, near the end of his endurance.

  “Soon, soon,” Roarke promised, his hips moving faster. “Now, come now!”

  Sam’s cock throbbed, shooting his seed over his stomach as he cried out. Roarke continued to pump gently, his cock moving faster and faster until his own shout of satisfaction filled the room.

  Chapter Three

  Ava took a deep breath and walked up the drive, deja vu hitting her. This time, though, before she could reach the front door it opened and a concerned Sam stared down at her.

  “Oh,” she gasped. “You gave me a fright.”

  “Why didn’t you wait for Max this morning?” he greeted her with a slight frown.

  “Oh, well, I,” she said flustered. Taking a deep breath, she stilled her jitters, trying desperately to cool the flush of arousal that had immediately hit her with his presence. “He wasn’t there when I left the apartment so I thought perhaps he wasn’t coming and took the bus.”

  Sam narrowed his gaze. “You know that excuse isn’t going to fly, don’t you, sweet?”

  “W-what?” she asked. Truth was, she’d been so nervous she’d had to leave her apartment before she’d given in and raced down to the bakery for some cream-filled buns. She kept nothing in her apartment that could be a problem, but the bakery was so close.

  Maybe she should move.

  Nah, can’t afford it.

  “Ava? Where did you go?” Sam asked gently, taking hold of her arm.

  “Oh. Sorry. Miles away. Umm, may I come in?”

  It was Sam’s turn to flush as he stepped back and let her into the house. “Roarke’s on a conference call. If you’re lucky, he might not notice that you didn’t come with Max. I’ll show you around.”

  Ava followed Sam. “Umm, what will happen if he finds out I didn’t get picked up by Max?” she asked with some trepidation. Would she be fired before she even started?

  Sam glanced over his shoulder at her. “I’m not sure you really want to know.”

  Stilling, she gaped at him, worry about her job making her feel ill.

  Would he fire her?

  Sam turned, obviously realizing that she wasn’t with him, and moved quickly back to her, clasping her face in his hands. “Hey now, don’t be scared. He won’t hurt you.”

  “But he might fire me,” she whispered.

  “No, baby. Is that what you’re worried about? I promise he is not going to fire you.” Sam pushed a lock of hair that had fallen free from her ponytail behind her ear.

  “Okay now? I’m sorry I frightened you.”

  She nodded, feeling silly for her reaction. “Yes, let’s keep going.”

  He stared at her a moment longer before nodding and continuing on. “Now on this level, as well as yours and Roarke’s office, there is a living room, kitchen, bathroom and gym, which you’re welcome to use. On the third floor, which can be reached directly from these stairs is our living space. The club entrance is at the rear of the house and is code access only. Members are the only ones allowed access. The Dungeon is beneath the house and on the second floor are a series of themed bedrooms for club members’ use. It can only be reached from the stairs in the dungeon.”

  “You’re not going to show me through the club?” She admitted to being hellishly curious. She wanted to see if it was anything like what she’d read about.

  Probably not. No doubt she’d be disappointed by the real thing.

  Sam’s bright blue eyes danced down at her. “Oh no, Roarke would have my hide if I did that. You’ll just have to convince him to show you.”

  Ava swallowed at the image of Sam draped over a spanking bench, Roarke reddening his ass. Damn, she had it bad, she thought, thoroughly aroused by the idea.

  “Sam!” Roarke called out.

  “Come on, the big, bad bear wants us.”

  Ava’s eyes widened. “Oh no, I think it was you he called for.”

  Sam simply chuckled and grabbed her hand, sending sharp zaps of pleasure up her arm. Get a hold of yourself, girl. If this kept up, she’d become a walking, talking constantly aroused zombie.

  Stilling the nerves in her stomach, she followed Sam through the small room that she guessed would be hers, and into Roarke’s office. He looked up from his desk, his gaze warm as he looked at Sam. For an insane moment, she wished he’d look at her that way. With approval. With love and caring and a hint of sternness.

  When he turned that dark gaze on her, that sternness grew.

  “Ms. Scott, good morning.”

  “Morning, Sir.” Jeez, where had that come from?

  Roarke’s gaze warmed slightly. Just slightly.

  “Please, have a seat. Sam, could you get us coffee, please?”

  “Ava, how do you take your coffee?” Sam asked.

  “I don't drink coffee. But maybe I should come with you, learn how Mr. Landon likes his coffee.”

  “Black,” Roarke answered her shortly. “Sit.”

  She sat.

  “What do you drink?” Sam asked.

  “Green tea or water,” she answered absently, her gaze hooked by Roarke. He was a man who could not be denied, not with a gaze that seemed to see straight through her. Damn, it would be hard hiding secrets from this man should he ever decide he wanted to know everything.

  Foolish girl. Stop lusting after your gay boss and his gorgeous partner.

  “Now, Ms. Scott, let’s go through what I expect from you.” Roarke launched instantly into work-related conversation and Ava soon relaxed as she found herself on familiar ground.

  “Very good,” Roarke praised, making her feel a ridiculous zing of pleasure. “And I insist you call me Roarke.”

  “And you must call me Ava,” she said back.


  He nodded. “Now, on to more unpleasant matters.” He leaned back in his leather chair and gazed at her firmly. Sam had come and gone, leaving her with a glass of water and Roarke with a steaming cup of really good smelling coffee.

  Ava squirmed under his gaze.

  “Please tell me why you didn’t wait for Max to pick you up this morning.”

  “Uhh, well…”

  “And remember, Ms. Scott, I am very good at discerning liars. Lying is one thing I cannot stand.”

  She gulped. “I was awake early. Max hadn’t arrived yet. I needed to leave so I thought I would take the bus. I’m sorry. I thought I could get here before he left.”

  He simply stared at her for a long moment and Ava nearly blurted the rest out, but she refrained. Barely.

  “Why did you need to leave? Do you live with someone else?” he asked.

  “No, I live alone. I just, I was too nervous to stay there.” That was basically true.

  Finally, he nodded. “Give your phone to Sam before you leave and he will program Max’s number in. You will text him twenty minutes before you wish to leave and you will wait for him to pick you up. And,” he continued as she opened her mouth to protest, “You will do this without protest. This is part of your position and you will accept it.”

  Ava narrowed her gaze but knew better than to say anything. She nodded instead.

  “Tell me, did you rest your feet after you left here on Friday afternoon?” he asked silkily.

  “I, umm, I, had to go meet my friends.”

  “That so? And if you explained, they wouldn’t have come to you?”

  “Yes, of course,” she defended. “But my feet were fine. They were just blisters.” She’d functioned on worse.

  “Ava, I can see having you here is going to be interesting. You will soon learn that when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed.”

  “And if it’s not?” she challenged.

  “Then I guess I will have to think of some punishment to ensure you don’t disobey me again, won’t I?”

  Ava gaped at him.

  He smiled. Not comforting.