Owned: The Secretary (Bare Body Lust Book 1)

by Nadia Nightside

  Owned: The Secretary

  Bare Body Lust, Volume 1

  Nadia Nightside

  Published by Midnight Publishing, 2015.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  OWNED: THE SECRETARY

  First edition. November 9, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Nadia Nightside.

  Written by Nadia Nightside.

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  Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older.

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  Night fell on the small city of Rosington and young, beautiful Maria was finally alone in the Sunshine Insurance offices. She worked as the office manager for the small firm, a stupid title for a worse job that she had come to loathe over the last several months.

  Her tiny pleated skirt swished as she stepped from desk to desk and office to office, turning off lights and dumping away any open trash. The janitorial service only came once a week, and so in the meantime, disposing of open waste was her job. She rather despised it, but she also despised having bugs and rats in the place where she worked, so she was diligent in her work.

  Finally, with all the computers off, and with every important piece of paperwork circulated into the physical in-boxes of the other five employees of the small insurance agency, she leaned back against a pillar and took a breath. Time to relax. It was Thursday, and that meant it was almost Friday—and Friday meant she could forget about her life for a few days like a good American. Maybe she would make her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend buy her something he couldn’t afford. That always made her feel good for at least a little while.

  For a few moments she watched the rise and fall of her breasts beneath the tight white blouse she wore. The men in the office—both of them—had been giving her a lot of stares today. She rather enjoyed it. Maria had made her way through high school and college with gentle flirting and teasing, seductive promises of showcasing her body that had never actually come to fruition. Scholarships were earned—and maintained—by simply convincing those desperate enough to do all her work for her.

  She had the body for such an exercise. Tight, toned, and busty, she was taller than most women and was strikingly beautiful, with a mixture of Brazilian, Native American, and Eastern European heritage. Her family history was more of a web than a tree, but as these things go, that resulted in her possessing creamy smooth, poreless skin and thick, dark shiny hair that almost never needed attention, unless she was really trying to impress.

  That hardly ever happened. She found so few people she actually wanted to impress.

  And so...here she was, an office manager for a do-nothing insurance agency. She got the job when the former manager had been in charge, Kyle, a man incredibly susceptible to Maria’s charms. She had been hoping to beguile him out of his savings entirely and maybe ruin his marriage in the process. But then he fell ill some months ago, and Maria, despite her best efforts, had not been able to land a job elsewhere.

  She’d had offers, of course. Mostly sexual in nature. Plenty of men offering themselves and their positions to give her status and money. But nothing that really spoke to her—nothing that was the next stepping stone up to the complete authority that she wanted and knew she deserved for being so fantastically perfect. Her lips were angelic, her cheekbones high and imperious—capable of softening in the most seductive ways possible, and her eyes brilliant green. She took her own beauty as a fact of the world, like gravity or the sun rising.

  It was...troubling, her inability to find better employment. Shaking for her confidence. Thoughts of seducing Kyle’s wife, Joslyn—who now ran the office—had crossed her mind repeatedly.

  Her sexuality was fluid; all that really turned her on was power.

  All her life, all she had wanted was power over others, and her beauty had given it to her. For it to start failing now filled her with doubts.

  Something banged downstairs in the basement. She rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow—wasn’t she here alone?

  Taking a large heavy flashlight, she walked downstairs to investigate. The light was on down there, but she still could use the flashlight for a club if needed. It was a good five pounds and her grip was strong from years of working out.

  She heard voices.

  “Come on,” said a girl. “No one’s around. Let’s do it. Please? Just once.”

  “We can’t.”

  This was Natalie and Robert, the newest interns from an outreach program coordinating with Northern University. Maria peeked around a corner to see them, holding the long sheet of her hair in place so it didn’t give her away. The two would work at the agency for a few months, filing and run
ning errands, until their contracts ran out. They worked for almost no pay, less than the minimum wage thanks to a nice loophole in the state law regarding interns, and all for the promise of future employment which they wouldn’t get. Unless the Sunshine Insurance office massively ramped up its contract acquisitions, there simply wasn’t money to take on any new employees. Maria had her doubts they would even last through the year.

  “You’re really cute, though. Can’t we please kiss? I promise you’ll like it.”

  Natalie was an especially lovely young woman, just barely eighteen. Her body was slender, displayed today in a pair of extra-tight skinny jeans and pair of supple leather boots with tall heels, the sort that advertised she was hoping for a boyfriend soon. Her breasts were small, but perky, and nicely filled out the aquamarine sweater she had on. The young intern had thick dark hair she kept in a stylish ragged tangle about her skull and light blue eyes that lit up her face, looking almost like a Midwestern version of the more exotic Maria. The superior beauty noticed with pleasure, though, that her own hair was in better shape, and she was taller, and she did not suffer from any of the smoking acne that Natalie had seemed to pick up.

  Ticking off the ways she was better than other women was an enjoyable exercise for Maria. It was a way to hold power over them later, to bring down their self-confidence so they wouldn’t even have the drive to step out of line. She could land a comment that sounded harmless enough that was capable of ruining a woman’s entire day.

  She had done it earlier that morning with the bubbly, overweight blonde sales girl, Quinn.

  Oh, dear. You must have woken up late today, yes?

  And Quinn of course hadn’t woken up late that day, but all the same Maria could see her ego draining over the next several hours as she nitpicked herself for being so un-together that people commented on it.

  At any rate, Natalie was pretty, and it was strange for Robert to turn her down. He was cornered against a series of boxes on a shelf, and kept trying to back up as Natalie advanced, head tilted.

  “No, really. You’re very pretty, but—”

  “Thank you,” intoned Natalie, as if she had been given the best compliment in the world. “I was hoping you’d like my sweater. Do you see?”

  Maria could. The sweater was unbuttoned past the flimsy strap of her bra.

  Robert was attractive, Maria thought. She couldn’t put her finger on why. He was rather tall, and fit, but otherwise seemed like sort of a schlub. He had blond hair that was never quite arranged and looked as though he hadn’t slept for months. His shirts were regularly untucked and his pants never seemed to fit all the way.

  Something about him, though, in the brief interactions they’d had, made her skin tingle. She had ignored the feeling, marking it as the mistake in her chemistry that she knew it was. Perhaps there was a man out there for her somewhere, but it most certainly wasn’t Robert.

  Maria was used to not being very attracted to men. Most of them were disappointing, like scared little children when she showed them who and what she truly was. The darkness of her desires, the unadulterated need for power. She felt often like she had been born in the wrong era. Maria would have been right at home as a mistress for some king, whispering in his ear and wrapping a slender hand around his thick cock while he laid down proclamations on his populace.

  A woman like her was born to serve a King. It was a shame she never found one. The boyfriend she had now was only around to pay her bills for her.

  “Natalie, button your sweater, please. This isn’t right.”

  “I won’t,” she said softly. “Not until you kiss me.”

  Her voice had become a soft, eager whisper, and she leaned forward to take Robert’s head in her hands. He caught her wrist, though, and Natalie stopped almost instantly. Her body became limp, the strength visibly gone from it.

  “I’m sorry,” said Robert. “I didn’t want to. Y-you made me do it. I’m sorry. I’m—”

  His apologies were cut off as Natalie dropped to her knees, crying out.

  At first, Maria was alarmed. The young beauty shifted and moaned, her skinny body writhing and spasming. That’s when Maria saw the grin on her face, the heated flush of unrepentant pleasure.

  She was cumming. Just like that.

  Robert had made her cum with a touch.

  Maria’s cunt had never been more wet in her entire life.

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  It’s real. It’s real. It’s all real. This was real. This was happening. This was...

  This was a problem.

  Robert looked down at the quivering, blissful form of Natalie, and tried his best to think about how to solve this new problem and to ignore the urgent erection rapidly forming in his pants.

  He hadn’t changed her. It didn’t look like he had changed her. Only convinced her to leave him alone. Why would she want to do anything with him when she was having the best orgasms of her life?

  Okay. He wiped his mouth briefly, feeling the stubby hairs of his beard, unshaved for days now. This was fixable. He could fix this. All he had to do was put his hand on her again, make her stop cumming, and then make her forget. Make her act normal around him again and ignore him in the future. That was safest.

  And he wouldn’t do anything else. He wouldn’t...change her. At all.

  That would be wrong.

  Slowly, he bent down, ignoring again the now-painful push of his hard cock against the confines of his jeans, and placed his hand on Natalie’s forehead. Slowly, her orgasms subsided. She giggled softly, turning under his touch and stretching out her hot, tight torso until her back was bent just so.

  Gosh, she was pretty. Maybe almost as pretty as that Maria girl. She just needed green eyes, and they could even pass as sisters...

  At the chance thought, Natalie’s half-open eyes turned green.

  Hissing, he drew his hand away.

  “What did you do?”

  He could have asked himself the same question. Maybe it was him. Voices in his head. Maybe he was insane after all. They had locked him away long enough, hadn’t they? Maybe he was just crazy, and this was all in his head, and—

  “What did you do?” came the question again.

  He turned now and saw Maria there, gliding forward on her effortlessly tall high heels. All day long, he’d been stealing glances at the tight confines of her skirt over her firm, hard ass, trying not to stare too openly down the gleefully open surfaces of her chest with all those necklaces dangling in her perfectly arranged cleavage. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and if Robert could actually risk falling in love, he’d probably be smitten with her.

  As things stood, however, he couldn’t ever be in love, and so he definitely was not smitten with her. So his heart racing as she approached was entirely attributable to his fear of being caught, being found out.

  Yes. That was all. It wasn’t because he’d do absolutely anything at all for them to run away somewhere together, forever, with her adoring his every last action and him treating her like the queen she was.

  “I...I didn’t do anything,” he lied. “We were down here, trying to file, and—”

  She crossed her arms. “It’s past closing. Well past.”

  “We lost track of time. And she started having this...seizure. I think she might need a doctor.”

  “Mmm,” groaned Natalie. “No...no doctor. Just nap. Nap nap.”

  She pulled her head against Robert’s shoe and slipped her arms around one leg, sighing contentedly. Maria raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

  Robert’s voice was rough. “Apparently, she needs...a nap?”

  Everything about Maria’s countenance was gorgeous. It felt like a privilege to stand in front of her. Every line so smooth. Her lips plush and full, seemingly designed entirely to elicit pleasure. She considered Robert now, and he saw her doing it, considering him very carefully. Like a problem on chalkboard.

  “I saw the whole thing,” said Maria. “I saw her coming onto you. I saw
you touch her...and I saw everything after.”

  Uh oh.

  “Fuck,” he said weakly.

  “So, tell me what’s going on.” Maria reached out and touched his shoulder, squeezing just slightly. “Please?”

  He gulped. Her arms were bare, her skin quite visible. The impulse to take a hold of her skin was a tangible sensation, like a soft cloth wrapping around his limbs and beckoning them upward to her body. It would be easy to touch her, to make her feel...anything. To make her feel all the things he had wanted her to feel since the moment he had seen her months ago...

  Every night, his cock was hardened and emptied with the thought of Maria. Nothing on the internet. Nothing from his phone. Just the thought of her was enough to sate him and help him drift off into sleep. Every new outfit she wore to work only displayed her perfection all the more, and from watching her, he could see the cool arrogance she felt towards everyone, and that made her all the more beautiful in his eyes.

  And with one touch, he knew now that he could change her...

  Letting out a short, sharp cry, he backed up and fell over a few open boxes of files, gulping and sweating.

  “Please. Stay back. Okay? Back.”

  He reclined on some fallen boxes, knowing already he’d have to arrange them later. Maria was concerned, and kept a distance, though she came down to the floor and sat catty-cornered to Robert. The spikes of her heels drifted against his shoes in a clearly flirtatious manner. “How’s that?”

  Too close. Too damnably close. If he wanted, he could easily grab her heel and do anything to her...

  But instead he said, “Fine.”

  “So, tell me what happened.”

  “I...you’ll think I’m crazy.”

  “I saw you change her, Robert. I don’t know much about you, but,” she ticked off her fingers, “I know you like the way I look, and I know you just touched Natalie on the wrist and she fell down orgasming, and I know you’re afraid to touch me now. You’re definitely not crazy. Excited, perhaps. But not crazy.”