by Emma York
I smiled at the thought, it was a distraction from what I had been thinking about.
I walked back through, fingering the collar. I was his. It might be fleeting but the billionaire businessman with the grip of steel was going to take care of me, going to think about me. What had I done to deserve that?
A thought occurred to me as I sat down at the desk next to the armchair. What if it was more than ten days?
I shook my head. I couldn’t think like that. I couldn’t let obsession creep in. I needed to keep control of myself. He was doing this to prove a point to me, that he could make me confident, not because he wanted me. I was no doubt just one more in a long list of people who’d slept in this bed. He clearly hadn’t set up these rooms just for my benefit.
But if it was more than ten days, what then? Then the tingling and bubbling feeling inside me grew and my heart started to thud. I thought of lying asleep next to him at night, how safe I would feel. He’d not wake me each morning to ask me to pick up more soya milk or to complain about the poor quality broadband. He’d wake me by slipping a hand around my waist and pressing his lips to mine and what a fine way to wake up that would be.
Did that make it right or wrong that I had lied to him? Told him I would remain Sub Rosa, keep his confidence while planning to write about him as soon as I was out of here.
I felt the same guilt I’d felt when he talked about things being held in confidence. I was going to screw him over and despite his arrogance, despite the way he acted like he ruled the entire world, I didn’t like the idea of deceiving him. It had to be done though. It wasn’t like he’d be able to mind. He hadn’t told me his confidence training would involve locking me in a bedroom and spanking me though. It was like Emma said, this was nothing more than sexual harassment. So why did it feel so good when I’d bent over for him?
I thought about the film Emma had made me watch. Was this what I was? Was I a natural submissive? That would explain why I’d been so happy when he told me he was going to be making the decisions for me while I was here. Just knowing that made taken a weight from my shoulders that I hadn’t even known was there. Was that what he did? Was that how he made his clients more confident?
The hardest question to answer was why he’d chosen to do this to me for free. Was it all just a game to him? Take the pauper under his wing for a big laugh when he was done. Well, the joke would be on him if that was the case because the secrets would soon be out about what happened in here. There would be one hell of a story once I was out.
If I could get out of here. I was going nowhere until he came back with the key so until then there wasn’t much point thinking about it. Don’t see myself as kidnapped. See myself as a journalist chasing a story. Fill in the questionnaire instead. That would be a good distraction from the neverending list of questions in my head, the doubt that kept niggling away at me, the obsession that bubbled under the surface and made my fingers tremble as I held the pen.
I ran my eyes down the pages, answering as honestly as I could. Fantasies. Desires. Hopes for the future. So many questions. I answered some, left others blank. He’d just have to live with that.
Do you like being spanked? He already had the answer to that one.
He knew I did. How had he worked that out?
It had felt good too, even as I’d tried to deny it to myself. He’d told me to bend over in that cold commanding voice, the same one that got me to hand over the notepad when I first met him. I was bent over before I knew what I was doing and then he did it. His hand slapped down on my ass and it stung and it felt so good and I wanted more and then he was gone.
I finished the questionnaire and then moved over to the bed. I made sure the camera couldn’t see me before getting out my phone. I sent a quick text to Emma.
OMG. One hell of a story coming for you. Text later.
Then I switched it off to save the battery and hid it under the bed. That way he wouldn’t find it on me if he checked.
An image of him frisking me entered my head and I sighed. That could work. What would I tell Emma? The truth? Or a version of it?
I didn’t know enough yet. I needed to know more. I also wanted to feel his hand on my ass again. How good would it feel if he came in and demanded I get on my knees, open my mouth for him? Distract yourself. Don’t think like that. Don’t obsess.
I realised I hadn’t looked inside the cupboard or the wardrobe. I got up, crossing the room and pulling open the doors to a hanger of clothes, all in my size. Dresses, blouses, even neat piles of underwear. Shoes too, each pair worth more than my entire wardrobe at home.
Inside the cupboard were books, CDs and DVDs. I ran my eyes along the labels. All things I loved. How did he know that?
Secretary was amongst the others and that gave me my answer. I’d announced on social media that I’d just watched it with Emma. My profile was public. Anyone could read it. He’d read it. He’d told me to do my research and in the meantime he’d been doing some of his own, investigating me, finding out what I liked based on what I’d written online. Had I said anything about him? I thought hard. I was fairly sure I hadn’t mentioned him. I hoped.
I looked along the bookcase. There were a few romances I hadn’t read. I picked one up and carried it over to the bed. It was the classic boy meets girl, boy kidnaps girl, boy and girl do all manner of steamy things together.
Was that how my story was going to go? He had spanked me. Surely, it wasn’t too big a step from there to him coming to join me in this enormous bed? I was wearing his collar. I belonged to him. Why would he ask such detailed and intimate questions otherwise?
As I read, I found myself sinking under the blankets, the scenes coming to life in my head only it was me as the heroine and Jamie as the hero, kidnapping me, forcing me in here, demanding I give myself up to him. I gave gladly.
My body was heating up the more I read, the more I pictured myself in the story. I shifted my thighs, an ache building between them. It had been a long time since I’d felt like that. I usually enjoyed the happy ever after in these books but this time I was enjoying the steamy scenes more, an aid to my imagination as the heat between my legs started to grow.
The camera couldn’t see me. He was gone. I’d hear a key in the lock if he came back. There was nothing stopping me from easing that ache.
The minutes passed and my free hand slid slowly down under the covers, running down my chest, my nipples tingling in response to my touch, hard enough to feel through my bra and top.
I kept reading. The heroine, brazen hussy that she was, bent over, skirts around her hips, begging the hero to prove his love to her.
He slid into her and as he did so, my hand went lower, slipping into the waistband of my skirt, brushing the top of my panties, feeling the skin there, ignoring the ache for as long as I could, thinking of him doing that, of him bending me over and…
A noise and I bolted upright. The door was opening. Idiot, idiot, idiot. He told you there was a way to unlock it on his phone. Shit, shit, can he tell?
I leapt to my feet, hoping my face didn’t look as red as it felt. My nipples brushed the inside of my bra, still tingling despite my shame as he walked in and looked at me. “I told you to hold the questionnaire to the camera,” he said, his voice cold. “You didn’t. You will be punished.”
TEN - JAMIE
The colour drained from her face when I said it. I liked that.
I had tried for as long as I could to ignore the need inside me but it was too powerful. I had to have her and she’d given me the perfect excuse.
I’d watched her on the cameras as she filled in the form and then I saw her just wander about the bedroom before climbing onto the bed with a book in her hand, vanishing from sight. I gave her time, thinking she would show me the questionnaire but she didn’t. In the end, I went to her.
“Get on your knees,” I said, waiting as she decided whether to obey me. I wouldn’t give her long before pushing her down.
I didn’t need t
o. After a moment’s pause, she knelt, hands on her thighs, back straight, looking up at me.
“Head back,” I said, pulling the thin silver chain from my pocket. I attached the end of it to the ring at the front of her collar, moving until the chain was stretched, showing her what it was.
“Remember I said I was going to make your decisions for you?”
She nodded slowly.
“For a time, I am going to decide where you move. Observe.”
I tugged at the chain and her neck moved forwards, her body almost losing balance. “You need to follow me,” I added, taking a step backwards.
I thought she would stand but instead she began crawling on her hands and knees. The sight was intoxicating.
I led her out of the room and back into the Rose room. “In here, all is confidential,” I said as I came to a halt. “Nothing leaves these walls and it is in here that I will tell you the first step we will take together.”
“What is that?” she asked, still on all fours, looking surprisingly at ease. This was who she was supposed to be, not a single complaint about being led on a chain from one room to the next.
“Kneel,” I said, looping the chain around my wrist, drawing her closer. She knelt in place and as she did so, I unlocked the chain, slipping it back into my pocket. “You are doing well at obeying me but you forgot to hold up the questionnaire, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice quiet, not meeting my eye. So quickly she had fallen into the role of submissive. It was impossible to ignore the need inside me any longer. The plans I had, they fell away. I had to have her.
“Stand up.”
She did and I crossed the space between us, standing close enough to feel her breath on my lips. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as I reached across and brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes. She looked back at me, blinking, wilting in my gaze.
I leaned forwards, sliding a hand around her back at the same time. Before she knew what was happening, I pressed my lips to hers. I only let it last for a second but it was long enough to be sure. She wasn’t going to say the safe word. She was going to let me consume her.
She stumbled slightly in place as I moved back, clearly eager for more. “Lean your head back,” I said.
The moment she did, I kissed around her collar, moving her hair so I could work my way towards her ear, nuzzling the lobe before kissing her again.
I looked into her eyes once more, this time nudging my tongue into her slowly opening mouth. All the while, I kept my hand on her back, holding her in place, telling her she was mine.
Kissing her the second time only reinforced what I already knew, I couldn’t resist her any longer. I was doing this so much sooner than I had planned but I couldn’t wait any longer. She was different to the ones who’d been in here before. I couldn’t define what it was about her but it was definitely there and it had me hooked. I had to see her without those clothes on. “I want to see you in nothing but the collar,” I said, stepping back. “You have thirty seconds to undress before I do it to you.”
“But-” she began.
I interrupted her at once. “Do it.”
“I’m not sure. This isn’t what you said-”
“I didn’t say anything about this. You are Sub Rosa. Nothing leaves this room. No one will ever know that you undressed for me. Now do it.”
She shook her head and I growled in response. “Last chance.”
“I can’t.”
“But I can.”
I stepped forwards and ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room. My eyes fixed on her heaving boobs, the way they spilled out of her bra. I thought she might spit out the safe word in shock but she just looked at me in relief, as if she was glad I’d made the decision for her.
“You wanted me to do that,” I said, holding the loop of her collar in my finger, forcing her to look up at me. “Didn’t you?”
There was a moment of nothing and then she nodded slowly, as if ashamed of herself.
I let go of her collar, my hands moving to her shoulders, tugging her jacket down her arms, taking my time, making her wait for what was coming.
Once it was off, I looked at her again, the way the dignified businesswoman looked with her blouse torn open like that and a collar around her neck, her chest flushed with colour. I liked the look. It suited her.
“Take off the blouse,” I said, tapping my foot impatiently as she slid it off her shoulders. “Pass it here.”
Her bra was lacy and I could just make out a hint of her nipples through it. I was desperate to see them, to take them into my mouth, relish the feel of them. Instead, I walked behind her, finding the zip of her skirt, sliding it down while kissing her shoulder blades, making her shudder as I rolled it down her hips, letting it fall in a pile on the floor.
Her tights were thin, her panties visible through them. I kissed her a last time before reaching down, grabbing the tights and wrenching them apart, ripping loudly until they fell away in sections.
In my efforts to tear them from her, I’d caught her panties and they’d slid down her hips, barely covering what I most wanted to see, what my cock throbbed to enter.
I stood in front of her, looking at her. “You look good,” I said, reaching around her back and flicking her bra clasp, letting it fall loose. She immediately caught the cups in her hands, not wanting it to fall away, still trying to keep her modesty.
I shook my head slowly, pulling her hands back to her sides. “I’m in charge,” I said. “Remember, I want to see how you handle being looked at without your clothes protecting you, how confident can you be when all you have is your body?”
The bra slid from her chest, revealing the most perfect tits I’d ever seen. They were pale, the nipples hard, pink, begging for my lips to envelop them.
I knelt down to remove her panties, sliding them down inch by inch, staring between her legs, seeing her pussy come into view.
It looked magnificent, her legs slightly apart, the lips glistening, revealing how wet she had become.
With the panties around her ankles, I lifted one of her legs, then the other, leaving her in just her shoes and the collar. My cock throbbed at the sight.
She looked amazing, shuffling in place but managing to keep her arms by her side.
“How do you feel?” I asked, loosening my tie slowly.
“Exposed.”
“Want to know what happens next?”
She nodded, her chest continuing to heave, thrusting those nipples towards me. Her lips were redder than before. I kissed her again before answering.
“I fuck you,” I whispered in her ear, bringing her hand down to the front of my trousers, making her grab me, showing her how hard I was.
She gasped loud enough for me to hear and I smiled, stepping back and undressing slowly, watching her expression change from nervous to hungry, her eyes widening, her cheeks flushing red.
I took off my jacket and shirt, only then sliding down my trousers, the bulge visible in my boxers until I slowly lowered them, letting my cock spring into view.
I observed her reaction to it, the way she looked from it to me, as if afraid and needing it at the same time. “Nothing leaves this room,” I said as I stepped forwards, pressing my body to hers, feeling the soft warmth of her skin, my cock throbbing against her stomach, wanting to be lower, to be inside her.
I kissed her neck, moving down inch by inch to her nipples, taking the left one into my mouth, sucking it gently, flicking my tongue over it before moving to the right. Her breathing grew more laboured and she shuddered as I kissed down her stomach, sinking to my knees, my hands on her ass.
I brought her down with me, laying her on her back, pushing her legs apart, getting my first proper view of the core of her being, the hidden part of her, the part I'd dreamed of since that first encounter on the street outside the office.
I laid between her legs, using my fingers to spread her open, examining her closely, breathing in h
er scent, watching the wetness continuing to form.
“Has anyone ever done this?” I asked, reaching down and letting my lips brush over the hood of her clit.
“Never,” she whispered, her hips shifting in place.
I smiled to myself, leaning down and kissing her pussy, tasting her properly, imbibing her sweetness, the sounds she made music to my ears as I began to lick and kiss and explore.
I ran my hands over her, using them in unison with my tongue, sliding one finger into her, feeling the tightness gripping around me.
She began to writhe under my touch and I’d barely begun when her whole body shifted, her back arching, a shriek leaving her and filling the air.
Her pussy contracted around my finger, her clit pressed against my tongue. She had come already. I found myself smiling as I continued to lap at her, softly, letting her recover as she shook and moved, panting for air, muttering nonsense words to herself before starting to giggle hysterically.
She came a second time moments later, the giggles dying away as she simply whispered, “Fuck,” the word growing into a cry that came from deep within her.
As she slowly fell still, I moved up her body, kissing each inch of her until I was looking down into her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I said and she stared hungrily up at me in response.
“Do it,” she muttered. “Please.”
I reached down and held my shaft, guiding it to her entrance, teasing her by stroking it in place until she pushed her body towards me in frustration.
I kissed her at the same moment I entered her, swallowing her hot breath of pleasure as she gasped in response to the first inch of me gliding in.
I held myself in place, continuing to explore her mouth as I rocked slowly inside her, taking my time, moving deeper with each motion until eventually my hips pressed against hers and we were in perfect unison, bonded together in a way that nothing else could compare to, the perfect way to dominate her, to show her how good it was to give herself to me.
