by Eva Luxe
I do as I'm told and he slaps my ass, hard. Then he squeezes both my ass cheeks and asks, "What have you been up to, my little office whore?"
"I've been bad," I say, as he pulls my thong over, hard, and inserts a finger into my ass.
He pushes me down so that I’m bent over onto the bed and he can have full access to my ass and pussy. I'm not sure which hurts more— the fabric of my underwear cutting into my skin, or his finger prodding and twisting my ass.
"Whose ass is this?"
He squeezes it hard with his free hand.
"Yours, Boss."
"And whose pussy?"
He twists my pussy with his fingers.
"Ouch. Yours, Boss.”
“Do you want me to play with you until it hurts?” he asks.
“Please, Boss.”
"Tell me how you’ve been a bad little girl.”
He presses his cock up against me while he twists his fingers in my ass and pussy, and I can feel through his slacks that he's now completely erect.
I lay my head on the bed and try to relax so that his antics doesn't hurt as much, and I manage to grunt, "I wasn’t honest, Boss."
He removes his belt and there's a pause while he removes his pants and underwear. Then he takes my underwear off and lets it fall down between my legs, while he massages my clit. This part feels good, and I can feel my juices start to drip onto his fingers.
"Don't get too comfortable," he says. "Stand up."
He lifts my skirt and top over my head and takes my bra off, pausing to take my breasts in his hands and squeeze them from behind.
He pinches my nipples and says, "These are my nice little nipples you've been keeping from me by running off. Now they’re my nipples and I can do what I want with them. Now lay back down and stick your ass up in the air for me, where it belongs."
Suddenly he locks each of my hands into a pair of handcuffs and uses a rope to tie each handcuff to a bedpost at either end of the bed. It's not a comfortable position, but I keep my ass raised up high in the air as he commands.
“Yes, Boss.”
"Now, we're going to try this again. I don't think you realize the seriousness of what you've done, and how I do intend to punish you for it. I want you to list the things you've done wrong, so that I can punish you for each of them."
"I applied for the job under a new identity.”
Whap.
There's a hard and fast hit to my ass with his belt, which hurts so badly I want to scream. But I don’t. I just think, More, Boss.
“I didn’t tell you that I had done that.”
Whap.
"Now what else have you done?"
He bites each one of my shoulder blades and a bolt of electricity runs throughout my body, stronger even than the stinging on my red ass.
“I didn’t tell you whose vape pen it was.”
Whap.
Cameron rams his cock up against my ass while he pulls my hair.
"That’s right. You were a naughty little girl. Now you’re going to lie here and do what I want until I've had my way with you. So, you should get this over with and finishing confessing your sins to me. Here's something that should make it easier."
I hear a vibrating noise and then feel something pushed into my pussy.
It feels so much better when Cameron does it here while I’m tied up and at his every command, rather than when I’m at home by myself in the bathtub.
"I know you like this. I bet you’ve been doing similar things to your pussy and thinking of me while we weren’t together. So, lean back and enjoy it while I punish you."
I have to admit that the vibrator does feel good, and I try to concentrate on its pulsing between my legs instead of on the sting of the belt whips.
"Now, continue with your list of transgressions."
"Yes, Boss. I left the office when I was told I was fired.”
Whap.
I get another lashing for that.
My eyes sting with tears but at the same time it feels so good. I love being handcuffed and spanked, subject to my boss’s every whim.
Cameron pushes the vibrator further into my pussy and I move around on it as a distraction from the pain. I have to admit it feels good.
“Cameron,” I moan, beginning to come on the vibrator. “I’m coming.”
I almost wonder if this is another transgression—a test he’s giving me that I’m failing. But instead of hitting me with the belt again, he leans over and massages my breasts while placing his hard dick up against my ass.
"I bet you like how that vibrator makes you come while I punish you."
“Yes, Boss.”
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” he says, standing back up and playing with his cock on my ass while the vibrator continues to fuck my pussy. “I’ll take your anal virginity just like I took your regular virginity.”
“Please, Boss. It feels so good," I say, leaning back as much as I can into the vibrator.
I'm at the height passion and my orgasm is just about over when he pulls the vibrator out of my pussy and squeezes my ass hard with his hands.
I want it back in me— or I want him in me—so bad that I start begging him for it.
“Please, Boss, More, Boss, Please, Boss.”
Whap. He strikes my ass again.
“No forgiveness for you until you tell me you're my little whore. Only my little whore." He squeezes my ass with his free hand while his other hand puts the vibrator back in my pussy. He presses so hard on my now-raw skin that I'm sure he leaves marks.
"I'm your little whore, Boss. Only yours."
"Tell me I can fuck you whenever you want and you're all mine."
I relax into the vibrator as much as I can while I repeat what he says back to him.
“Tell me I can have your ass,” he says.
“Yes, Boss. You can have my ass. Please take it. It’s yours.”
Chapter 30 – Cameron
I have Ruby right where I want her: bound and blindfolded and begging for me.
I’m so glad I came to Madrid to claim her. This is the best night of my fucking life.
I look at her red ass sticking up in the air and I get some lube out and rub it all over her asshole, because as much as I love punishing her for her past transgressions, I don’t want her to hurt too badly.
Then I push my cock into her quivering asshole. Just a little bit at first.
“Ah,” she exhales, her body clenching up.
“Relax,” I tell her, massaging her ass cheeks.
“Yes, Boss.”
I pull her back into me a little bit and push my cock slowly but steadily further into her ass hole. It opens up for me, allowing me in but fighting back against me some as well.
“Oh, my god,” she groans.
"That's a good little girl," I say, my cock pulsing inside of her.
I had never gotten that much into the age dynamic between us but right now it’s fucking hot and I’m playing it for all it’s worth. I love that I took her virginity and now I’m fucking her in the ass for the first time too.
I push the vibrator up against her clit as I push my cock deep inside her ass.
“Yes,” she calls out, no longer having to be quiet like we have to be at the office. “This feels so good. Yes, yes, yes.”
It feels amazing for me too. I thrust my cock in and out of her asshole, holding onto her hips with one hand while I make her come from the feeling of the vibrator on her clit from my other hand at the same time.
“I’m coming too,” I tell her, my cock bulging and bursting with cum.
“That’s a good little office whore, fucking me here in Madrid and letting me take your ass for the first time,” I tell her.
I take off my condom and some cum gets on my fingers as I do so. I rub it on her face and in her hair. I love that I’m marking my territory. Claiming her. As mine.
I take off her blindfold and handcuffs and then I hug her tight against my naked chest.
“Are you
going to come back and work for me?” I ask her.
“Maybe at least part time,” she says. “I’ll be your tech gal for sure.”
“Good,” I tell her. “And also, you have to be my wedding date. Asher and Madilyn are getting married. And he’s asked me to be his best man.”
“Wow,” she says. “Good for them. When?”
“Not for a while. Valentine’s Day of next year. So, you have to stay employed by me until then. Because I love being your boss.”
“Deal,” she says. “I love you.”
I kiss her and look deep into those sky blue eyes.
“I love you too.”
EPILOGUE
VALENTINE’S DAY
ASHER AND MADILYN’S WEDDING
Cameron
“Ron, thank you so much for coming to my wedding and being my best man,” Asher tells me, in a private toast after the official speeches have been given.
We down shots of whiskey and clink our glasses together.
“Any time, friend.”
“I know we’ve been through a lot, but it’s turned out great for both of us. Thank you for starting this firm with me. And for sticking through it with me.”
We look over to the dance floor, where Damien Hudson, owner of the toy company client I had brought to the firm, is doing the Cupid Shuffle along with some secretaries. Ruby is among them and she winks at me. He’s flirting with some of them but not her. Everyone knows she’s mine.
Ruby has helped us do a lot of business and win a lot of cases— for Damien and other big clients— and she’s increased our technological capabilities too. She even helped me with my appeal on the case for which Judge Baez has wrongly granted summary judgment in favor of the little guy. But sometimes we do still represent the little guy.
Even though Damien isn’t a small toy making company like I thought, he helps with many disabled kids’ charities that are near and dear to his heart, and we do the legal work for those organizations.
Everyone was glad Ruby came back. She still goes by the name Ruby Mansfield because she says she likes the identity she’s created for herself better than the one she used to have. But I intend to change that soon.
“Now we’re going to have a slow couples’ dance,” the DJ announces, and I catch Ruby’s eye again.
“I guess I should go find my bride,” Asher says.
I point at Madilyn, who is making her way over to the dance floor. We join her and for a second it’s just the four of us.
“Congratulations again Madilyn,” Ruby says, hugging her as best she can with Madilyn’s poofy white dress getting in the way. “You’ve been such a role model to me.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” Madilyn laughs.
“Definitely a good thing.”
Ruby looks up at me and smiles with those same innocent eyes as the first time I took her virginity.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” I tell her.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
I take her in my arms and dance with her. Asher does the same with Madilyn.
And all is right for the law firm of Asher, Sanchez and Reed.
Ruby
Towards the end of the wedding reception, Cameron grabs my hand.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get out of here.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I protest, glancing over at Madilyn and Asher doing the chicken dance with their flower girl, ring boy and some other kids.
I don’t want to admit it to Cameron, but I want to stay and catch the bouquet.
“We’re about to have a lot more fun on our own,” he says.
“Okay.”
I follow him out of the reception— I’d follow him anywhere. My app has gotten really big and everyone uses Ruby now. They especially love the “Ruby This” feature. I’ve made some other ones that are under contract for other companies to buy as well. But I still love working at the law firm part-time under my boss, Cameron Sanchez.
We get into a cab and before he can tell the driver the address I already know where we’re going.
“You just can’t stay away from the office, can you?” I ask. “You workaholic.”
“Sexaholic is more like it,” Cameron says, running his fingers up and down my thighs. “There’s really no where as sexy as when we do it there.”
Once we’re in his office he leaves the door wide open. It’s highly unlikely anyone will be here this late at night, but Cameron can still hope. He loves the thrill of almost getting caught.
He lifts me up and carries me over to his desk. He sits me down on top of it and I half expect him to tie me up. But instead, he gets down on one knee.
“I figured there would be no better place to ask you this than where we started everything,” he says.
“Ask me what?”
“Ruby Mansfield,” he says, and then he pauses. “Or, should it be Randi Messer, in this context?”
“In what context?” I ask, my heart racing.
Is this really happening? Can one girl— me— really be this lucky?
“Oh, fuck it,” Cameron says, laughing. “You’re going to be Mrs. Sanchez anyway, no matter what else you might feel like calling yourself.”
“Really?” I ask, as if I didn’t hear the question he hasn’t asked.
“Fuck,” Cameron says, always with the filthy mouth. “I did this all wrong. Fucking nerves. Let me start over. I really had this planned out better in my head, I swear.”
He opens his desk drawer but instead of taking out a belt, tie or handcuffs like he usually does, this time it’s a small blue Tiffany’s box. I hold my breath.
“I just might need this,” he says. “Or, you might. If you want it, of course.”
He opens the lid and reveals a huge, sparking diamond ring, more beautiful than any I’ve ever seen.
“Ruby, you have given my life excitement and purpose. You have made me a better man. I’ve been honored to be your boss and I would love to be your husband. Will you marry me?”
He looks up at me with pleading eyes, like he did back in the beginning. When he wanted to claim me. Make me his. And now he truly is.
“Yes,” I say, practically jumping off his desk and into his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
He kisses me and takes off my fancy dress. I unbutton his shirt and admire his toned chest and the tattoo that’s on it. It’s the millionth time I’ve done so but I trace my hand over it, feeling as if it’s the very first time. It is my first time seeing it as his fiancé.
He wraps my legs around him and I rub my naked pussy against his aroused cock.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing a condom anymore,” he says. “What do you think?”
“No, Boss,” I tell him.
Then I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever told him no.
“I mean yes, boss. Good idea, about not using the condom.”
He pushes his bare cock into my pussy.
“I’m fucking your pussy without anything coming in between us,” he says.
“Good,” I tell him. “Because I don’t want to let anything come in between us ever again.”
“Let’s not wait a long time to get married like Asher and Madilyn did,” he says, as he thrusts in and out of me, his big cock filling up my pussy perfectly.
“They didn’t wait that long,” I laugh.
“I know. But I want to make you Mrs. Sanchez right away. I can’t wait.”
“You never have been very patient,” I laugh.
“I love your laugh,” he says, pushing himself further into me.
Suddenly, we hear rustling in the hallway and both of us jump.
“Oh, my god,” he says. “To think that tonight of all nights is the night we might get caught.”
“Yeah, some of the thrill’s gone now that we’re engaged,” I tell him.
He’s smiling and I can tell he still loves the thought of it.
“Go shut the door,” he instructs me.
I’m naked, but I say, “Yes, Boss.”
I’m used to obeying his every instruction. I’ve been doing it for a long time and I want to do it for the rest of my life. And now I get to.
I shut the door and then I get down on my hands and knees and crawl to him, just like I did back in the beginning.
