His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  The big man quirked an eyebrow at me again.

  “Stressful?” he drawled. “Well maybe I can help with that. What was your name again?”

  There was no way in hell I was telling him my name. The less he knew about me the better.

  “Um … it’s Candy Kane … uh, Sheffield,” I mumbled, looking down at the floor before snapping my head up and looking him straight in the eye. I was so bad at lying, I’d read all these books on how to control your body language to look believable and yet at the moment of truth all my study had failed me. Oh god, oh god.

  And the dark man wasn’t fooled at all, instead laughing out loud, throwing his head back and guffawing, so boisterous that the walls of the restroom echoed with his laughter.

  “Little girl, I think you can do better than that,” he growled. “Seriously, tell me your real name. Don’t make me ask for your badge,” he threatened, half-serious, half-joking.

  And I fingered my ID card nervously, the plastic suddenly feeling like a weight around my neck, a rock dragging me down in the ocean. I was going to drown come hell or high water, might as well tell the truth. Besides, I’m not sure what it was but I felt curiously compelled to obey this imposing stranger. Maybe it was his magnetic presence, the way he was so commanding, the authority in his voice, ringing strong and true. So I answered honestly this time.

  “I’m Tammy Jones,” I whispered to the floor, not looking in his eyes. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please don’t tell my boss because I really need this job.”

  And the handsome man just threw his head back and laughed again, so hard this time it was positively insulting.

  “Oh honey, I think it’s too late for that,” he drawled, his face breaking into a smile. “Because I am your boss. Don’t you work for Luxor Corp.? I’m Nick Martin, CEO and Chairman.”

  And I gasped again. CEO and Chairman? This man was definitely my boss, if not my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss. And one thing was certain, absolutely crystal clear. I was fired, beyond a doubt.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Nick

  The shock on the brunette’s face was flattering, her eyes growing wide, her breasts heaving up and down with quick indrawn gasps.

  “CEO?” she whispered weakly. “Chairman?”

  I nodded.

  “Yep, always have been,” I said with a hint smugness to my voice. “In fact I founded Luxor, have been CEO since I was twenty-five when this place was nothing more than me and a couple admin staff.”

  And the girl grew white as a sheet then.

  “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, “I know what you saw wasn’t … professional,” she choked, “but … but …”

  “But there’s no excuse, is there?” I finished smoothly, hiding my amusement. “There’s no excuse for masturbating out in the open. You didn’t even lock the restroom door,” I chided her gently.

  The girl went from sheet white to beet red. I loved the brunette’s coloring, the way she was so sensitive to everything I said, her expressions open, trusting, like reading a book. She couldn’t even lie worth shit and I ate it up, her innocence and naiveté refreshing, like a cake to be devoured whole.

  Because life had just given me an opening and I was going to use it. I didn’t get to where I am by being the nice guy and letting other folks take the lead. I got to where I am by being the aggressor, pressing every advantage, working every angle and an amazing opportunity had just landed on my doorstep.

  “So is this what you do to uphold the Luxor name?” I drawled, my voice a low growl, like a predator teasing its prey. “You touch yourself when you think no one’s looking?”

  “Yes! I mean no!” cried the girl, flushing again, her boobs heaving up and down, fingering her ID card nervously. “It’s just been stressful like I said, I have so much work and I’m in school full-time too, it’s really rough, I needed some release.”

  My eyebrows shot up.

  “Well maybe I can help you with that,” I said silkily. “I am the boss after all. Let’s head back to your office.” I’d deduced by now that her office was the one I’d passed with the bare walls and dinky desk. Shit, how sad, she was alone down here all day in that tiny cubby, nary a soul in sight. Truthfully, I could see why she was in the bathroom feeling herself up. It was goddamn depressing in the basement with the fluorescent lights, a hundred degrees next to the boiler and the random cranking sounds of various machinery. Fuck, I would have been jacking off ten times a day if I were stuck here, but fortunately I’ve got a penthouse in a luxury office space just a couple blocks away.

  Without saying a word, the brunette walked slowly to the door of the bathroom and led me outside into the hallway. Sure enough, her soft footfalls stopped at the dinky office.

  “Anyone else around during the day?” I asked casually, looking around. The hallways were empty, a little spooky from the lack of human contact.

  “No,” the brunette replied quietly, trying to remain dignified. “I’m a marketing associate and they put me down here after my boss was injured. To stay out of peoples’ way, I suppose,” she added rigidly.

  And I nodded thoughtfully. The brunette sat at her desk, gesturing to the chair across from her and I lowered myself into the small seat. I’m a big man with long legs and this dinky plastic thing wasn’t exactly my idea of comfortable, but that was fine. I didn’t plan on the little girl staying here much longer anyways.

  Tammy took a deep breath and moved her mouse slightly, quickly switching screens with a swift Alt-Tab. But not before I saw what she’d been looking at. If I wasn’t mistaken there’d been an image of a nude couple on her monitor, a man and woman locked in an embrace, the woman’s legs spread, her ankles high in the air. My cock, which had been rock solid before, stiffened immediately into diamond-hardness, the fabric of my suit pants straining. But I wasn’t going to hide, not when I had such a delectable morsel before me. Instead, I sprawled lazily in the chair, the tent in my crotch fully visible, making the girl inhale sharply before her eyes flicked to mine, alert and aroused at once.

  But I ignored her unspoken question. Lazily I asked, “What was that you were looking at? Right before you switched to this Excel spreadsheet.”

  And the girl’s chin quivered a bit, her eyes becoming enormous, deep pools of caramel, fathomless. But instead of resisting, she clicked back again and I saw that my eyes hadn’t betrayed me. Tammy had been looking at some dirty porn, the type of stuff that was typical of laddie mags, the stuff that I absolutely loved. There was a woman pressed against a man, both of them nude, in the throes of lust. And the woman’s legs were spread sure, but instead of drilling the woman with his dick, the man had a dildo stuffed up her snatch, the deep pink rubber stretching those pink lips, making the woman squeal in pleasure. And fuck me, but it wasn’t just an image, it was a video. My little girl had been watching a porny sex clip at work.

  “Aren’t you afraid someone’s going to catch you?” I asked pointedly, ignoring the fire in my dick, the need that was already starting to drip from the tip.

  The girl paused for a moment, biting her lip.

  “No one’s ever down here,” she said quietly. “Especially not at 7 a.m.”

  “Yeah, but aren’t you afraid that someone’s going to come down here, someday maybe, like today?” I asked again, teasing her this time. “Like me?”

  Tammy blushed prettily again.

  “Mr. Martin,” she said slowly. “When I say no one comes down here, I really mean it. It’s sweltering 24/7 and mostly they just stock supplies in the basement, mops and brooms and stuff. The maintenance crew comes by sometimes but not this early. They work mostly at night,” she added, still biting her lip.

  I thought for a moment.

  “But even if no one comes by, aren’t you afraid that Luxor is logging all the sites you look at on your work computer?” I said gently. “You know your hard drive and monitor belong to Luxor, we’re tracking every site you visit.”

  And at that, the girl flushed bright red a
gain, now chewing at her bottom lip, working the luscious bow with her teeth.

  “Um … no, I didn’t realize that,” she said shamefaced. “I had no idea,” she said in a small voice. “Are you going to fire me now?” she asked, raising her eyes to mine. “I know I deserve it, I know that you caught me um … in flagrante, and that I was looking at dirty porn sites on my computer, but I swear, I work hard and I can make this up to you,” she rushed. “I’ll absolutely work ten times harder and I’ll contribute to Luxor Corp., I promise.”

  I laughed heartily again.

  “Oh, I’ll make sure you make it up to me,” I drawled gently. “I don’t give away anything for free, it’s not how I operate. But say I give you a second chance,” I posed hypothetically. “How do I know you’re not hiding anything else up your sleeve? Do you have any other dirty secrets?” I asked pointedly, fixing her with a demanding stare.

  And the girl chewed her lip again, thinking carefully. I could see a debate going on her head, little voices arguing this way and that before one finally won out. Slowly, the brunette reached into her purse and fished out a key. I quirked an eyebrow at her in silent question. And the girl fit the key into a lock in her desk before pulling open a drawer, the metal sliding smoothly on its riders, a whispering rasp.

  “Mr. Martin,” she said slowly, “I … I’ve been keeping this at work. For my pleasure,” she stuttered.

  And I stood to get a better glimpse, looking over her desk into the drawer, my cock punching to rock solid status for the third time in ten minutes. Because the drawer was chock full of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, pocket rockets, butt plugs, things I didn’t even recognize. It was practically overflowing and my eyebrows flew off my face then, dark streaks slashing my cheekbones, the air in my lungs suddenly tight.

  “And do you use all those?” I asked silkily. “Here in the women’s restroom?”

  The girl was flushed again, her boobs heaving quickly, but she nodded slowly, admitting her slutty ways.

  “Like I said, I’m alone most times here and by the time I get home to the Bronx, it’s almost eleven. I’m so tired that I figured it’d be easier to pleasure myself at work,” she said weakly. “It’s wrong I know, but it was my best option.”

  Honestly, this was like a dream come true. The girl was so dirty, so raunchy, keeping a stash of sex toys in her desk drawer, using them at Luxor Corp. without even locking the door. And I fucking loved it. I loved the ballsiness, the sheer sexuality pouring off the woman in waves, the fact that I was ready to run my dick in her on a second’s notice.

  “Well, honey, that’s something that can be fixed,” I rumbled, still in my chair. “Stress you say? Because I can do something about that right now,” I promised. And it was true. Big changes were coming her way, huge, enormous, gigantic changes … that involved her pussy wrapped around my cock.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Tammy

  It was the most humiliating day of my life. To be caught literally with my panties down as I stroked myself, by Mr. CEO himself. Oh my god, I squirmed inside, my body heating up at the shame and embarrassment. And to add insult to injury, Nick Martin was hands-down gorgeous, handsome, athletic, with a physique to die for, my cunny growing wet as I stared at him.

  Because I did a lot of staring. Even though I was totally disgraced, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him every now and then, the big man looming in my office, immaculately dressed, in total control of the situation. And I saw his hard-on, the huge tent at his crotch, his cock straining against the light wool fabric. How could I miss it after all? It was protruding like the Empire State Building and a naughty little voice in my head whispered, For me? For me, Tammy Jones?

  But I scolded myself, mentally berating the hope within. Geez Louise, the little voice went, get a grip! The CEO of Luxor just caught you (1) feeling yourself up in the bathroom, (2) looking at porn on your work computer, and (3) with a drawer full of sex toys. Ever heard of three strikes you’re out? Well, girlie, you just used up your three strikes.

  Except evidently this wasn’t the three strikes game. Instead, I was a cat with nine lives and it wasn’t clear I’d used up even one life. Because instead of kicking me to the curb, ordering security to escort me out of the building, the big man was still talking, curiously casual and relaxed in the chair despite his massive hard-on.

  “Sure, I can help you with stress,” his tone of voice casual, blue eyes gleaming wickedly, “but I need you to help me with something first.”

  I sat up straight in my chair.

  “Anything,” I babbled, “Just give me a chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  The man chuckled at that.

  “Baby, you’re going to find my request a little unprofessional but I guess you’re used to that right?” he smirked. I wanted to slap him right then, slap that smirk right off that sensuous, chiseled mouth, but stopped myself and forced myself to look grateful instead, pasting a smile on my face.

  “Yes,” I promised. “I’ll do anything.”

  And the man just grinned at me lazily, like a cat playing with a mouse.

  “Show me your pussy,” he drawled. “I want to see that pussy one more time today before I get back to work.”

  My jaw dropped.

  “Wha-what?” I stuttered. I’d thought we were done with the unprofessional, the naughty acts that had already landed me in hot water, but evidently not.

  “You heard me,” he growled. “Put your legs up on the desk and show me that pretty cunt,” he commanded, brows lowering ominously. “I know you don’t have your underwear, it’s in my pocket now,” he smirked. “But I want to see that pink kitty one last time before getting back to work.”

  And I stared at Nick still, my breathing fast, before slowly pushing back my chair and lifting my stilettos to rest them on the desk. Oh god, why had I worn fuck-me heels today? Oh god, it’d been the wrong day and I swallowed heavily.

  “Like … like this?” I trembled.

  The man stared at me hard.

  “Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” he threatened, his voice a low rasp. “I know that slutty cunt wants to come out, so do it,” he hissed. By now, the big man had pulled his dick out and was stroking it slowly, the tip glistening, a bead of white forming at the top.

  I gasped at his nasty words, so dirty yet turning me on. And true to form, my cunt was running wetly already, the moistness unmistakable between my thighs. So slowly, oh so slowly, I obeyed. I pulled my skirt up, hitching it over my thighs and began spreading my legs, more and more creamy white thigh coming into view.

  “That’s it,” rasped Nick, his eyes never leaving the widening vee, gazing at it hungrily, his hand a blur on his dick now. “Keep going.”

  And slowly, I parted my legs, opening myself up until my pink pussy was on display once more with the man’s heated gaze sliding over my folds, making me moisten even more, a sweet drip of nectar collecting at my hole before running down into my crack.

  “Oh!” I cried softly, never taking my eyes from his. “Oh!”

  But the man hadn’t had enough yet.

  “Show me your clit,” he growled, eyes glued to my twat.

  And my hands slipped between my thighs to obey. With one finger on each side of my labia, I pulled my nether lips apart until he could see straight up my inner channel, the pink walls pulsing, wet and delicious under his gaze. Shamefully, my clit was positively vibrating with pleasure, hard and alert, standing up between my folds, I was so turned on.

  “Play with yourself,” he ground out, running his hand up and down his shaft as he stared at my secret space.

  And as if in a trance, I obeyed. I circled a finger around my clit, lightly rubbing it, making myself moan as tingles ran from my cunt throughout my insides, my pussy gushing wetly at the sensation. And teasingly, I dropped another finger into my hole, inserting it into the soft flesh, working it into my vaginal opening all the while moaning with pleasure, my head lolling on my shoulders.

 
“Oh Nick,” I sighed, never taking my eyes from his big form. “Oh gawd.”

  And we stroked ourselves in rhythm, me frigging my little puss, the big man running his hand up and down his dick. It was amazing, we were in concert with one another, making each other feel good without actually touching, our minds attuned, our bodies in sync. And it was so sensuous, so dirty, that I began to come, a tidal wave cresting in my pussy, dragging me under with rolling waves of pleasure, making my cunny shake and clamp as I screamed.

  And the big man wasn’t immune either. But instead of coming wetly in his hand, he leaped over to my side of the desk and pointed his dick at my naked cunt, spurting heavy reams of white all over my pussy, lash after lash of hot juice hitting my clit, my hole, spattering my thighs and dripping all over my butt. I shrieked even louder, the dirtiness overwhelming me. I’ve dreamed nasty dreams, seen a lot of depraved acts on the internet, but never had I actually done anything with a man, had a strange man spray his semen onto my cunt.

  And I loved it, I loved every second of it, feeling that hot jism hit me again and again, drenching me in his sticky juices. The semen was a creamy white, running between my thighs, splashing me everywhere, making me gasp and moan with lust, thrashing under the fire hose of his spray, my cunt spasming to draw it up inside me.

  And after Nick finished, he shook his dick off a little, further spattering me, the droplets hitting me everywhere but I didn’t care. At this point, he could have creamed on my face and I would have gladly licked my lips and asked for more.

  And the big man knew it. He could tell that I was basically his sex slave at this point, my body in thrall to him, a panting, heaving, trembling mess. Chuckling deeply in his throat, the billionaire watched hungrily as I massaged the sweet jism into my folds, pushed it up my hole and into my sweet cunt.

  “That’s right,” he growled, his eyes on fire even as he tucked his dick back into his trousers, zipping up and looking perfectly groomed in an instant, not a hair out of place. “I’ve marked your pretty little pussy and you’re going to go around all day with my semen on your skin,” he rasped, eyes ravenous, gazing at my lush form sprawled in the chair. “You’re mine now.”