Bossed: A Dark Single Dad Romance

by Jessica Ashe

  Tami would tell me to run and not look back. A locked room should set off alarm bells, especially given Parker’s past. But trust is all about being tested. Trust is easy when you’re never asked to act on it. Parker trusts me and I trust him.

  That’s why I follow him into the room.

  The door slams shut, leaving us standing in a room that is almost pitch black. The room is windowless, and the thin strip of light under the door does little to illuminate the room. I stand still for fear of walking into something. Parker presses a light switch on the wall, but it takes a few seconds for the spotlights on the ceiling to kick into gear, and even when they do, they’re faint and leave the room in a dingy orange glow.

  That dingy orange glow is enough to reveal the contents of the room. The important stuff, at least.

  “Wow,” I remark. “It’s… wow.”

  “What do you think? Honestly.”

  I don’t know what to think.

  The room has everything you might expect to find in a normal bedroom, but it’s nothing of the sort. There’s a four-poster bed, there’s a sofa, lots of chests of drawers, and even a small wardrobe. But that’s only half of it. Each post of the bed has a chain with a metal hoop on the end. The bedsheets look more leather than silk, and hanging on the walls is an assortment of whips, ropes, and blindfolds. I don’t even recognize half the objects on top of the dresser. There are chains on the walls, and ropes hanging from the ceiling.

  “You’re awfully quiet,” Parker remarks.

  I’m speechless. I’d been planning to keep things a little more normal tonight, but now my mind is racing with possibilities. He could punish me in ways I can’t even imagine.

  “I’m… I’m wondering why we didn’t come straight in here the other night.”

  Parker smiles and takes a large piece of silk from the wall.

  “Are you ready?” he asks.

  I nod. He places the silk over my eyes and shuts me off from the world. It’s just the two of us now.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Carly

  Parker walks around the room. I hear the sliding noise of drawers opening and closing, the rattle of metal on metal, and even the whooshing of air as he apparently tests out a whip. The silk blindfold lets in some light at the bottom, so I close my eyes to make sure I can’t see a thing.

  “Take off your dress,” Parker commands at my right-hand side.

  He’s already seen me naked, but I still need to take a deep breath to gain the courage to follow through on his orders. I might be a touch nervous, but that’s nothing compared to the tingling sensation in my core.

  I fumble for the zip on the back of my dress and eventually manage to pull it down. That can’t have looked at all sexy, with my back arching as the zipper got stuck half-way down. I let my dress drop to my ankles and then kick it off, only for it to get caught on one of my heels.

  Shit.

  I flick my ankle a few times, and eventually, the dress comes loose. I’m so glad I can’t see my reflection or the look on Parker’s face right now. He’s used to women who do this sort of thing all the time. No doubt they look seductive and sultry when they do it. I look like an alien who’s unfamiliar with the concept of human clothing.

  “Shoes,” he says simply.

  I kick off my shoes and resist the temptation to breathe a sigh of relief as my feet thank me for granting them freedom.

  I try to present confidence as I stand there in just my underwear. At least my bra and panties match for once. That’s something to be thankful for. I look as good as I can look in my underwear. There’s still far too many curves on display for my liking, but this is the body I have. This is the body Parker wants.

  “Bra,” comes the next command.

  I slip off the bra and throw it down in the vague direction of the dress.

  Silence. All I can hear is my own hurried breathing.

  Is he looking at me? Maybe he’s bored already? He could be sitting there reading a book for all I know.

  There’s the sound of movement by my right ear, and a second later his hands land on my shoulder. I gasp in shock but quickly relax. They aren’t cold—they’re comforting.

  He pushes forward and guides me towards the bed. When I’m close, he takes my hand and places it on the cold leather mattress.

  “Sit down.”

  I do as he says. The leather is cool on my thighs, but it does little to change the burning between my legs. A leather bed is so absurd, so uncomfortable, that I can’t comprehend ever relaxing on it. For some reason, I don’t want to relax. This experience isn’t supposed to be comfortable.

  “Lay down on your back.”

  I cringe as the cold leather hits my skin, but the sensation only lasts a few seconds. Parker stands by the other side of the bed and runs his fingers over my chest. They brush past my nipples and move to my belly. My panties are clinging to my slit, which means they must be soaking wet. His fingers drift down to my waistline, and then he stops.

  His fingers disappear from my body and are replaced by strips of leather—I’ve no idea how many—that softly trickle down my chest, following the same pattern Parker’s fingers did a moment ago. I tense up as the leather strips move between my legs. He’s teasing me. This is him warming me up. The real pain—and pleasure—is yet to come.

  “You lied to me about who you were,” Parker says softly. “You can’t expect to lie to me and still get my cock. Not without being punished first.”

  His fingers reach under the waistband of my panties before he pulls them down my legs and quickly discards them.

  “Turn over.”

  I quickly do as he says. The leather is warmer now, but there’s still a brief moment of chill as my naked breasts press against the firm mattress.

  He puts the leather whip down on the bed and leans over me. The warmth of his breath on my neck keeps me distracted, until he slaps a handcuff around my wrist and inserts the other end onto one of the hooks connected to the posts. The handcuffs have layers of silk around them, but they are very much metal underneath. I’m not going anywhere.

  Parker moves around the bed, cuffing my other wrist to the post, followed by both of my ankles. I’m spread-eagled, arms stretched wide above my head and legs akimbo.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I reply without even thinking about it. “I trust you.”

  I’ve put my complete faith in this man. He’s tied me to his bed—he could do anything to me now, and I’d be powerless to stop him. But we have trust. Complete trust.

  “Do you remember how to end this?” Parker asks.

  I try to nod, but I can barely move. “Yes,” I reply.

  He picks something up from the bedside table, but the next sensation I feel is his hands massaging my ass cheeks.

  It’s coming soon.

  The tingling from my core spreads throughout my body as the anticipation becomes almost too much to bear.

  His hands leave my ass and then there’s nothing.

  “You should never have left that first night,” he says sternly.

  I hear movement.

  SMACK.

  My body stiffens, my arms and legs straining against the restraints. I bite my lip, desperately trying to distract my brain from the sharp pain in my ass. The flat object that hit me must have been a wooden paddle, one large enough to have my entire right ass cheek stinging with pain.

  The intensity starts to subside. I stop biting my lip and instead and take deep breaths until I relax the tension against my restraints.

  “You should never have lied about going to the second party,” Parker says.

  I brace myself for another smack on my right ass cheek, but the paddle comes down on my left one.

  SMACK.

  This time I bite my tongue. My hands tug against the restraints again, but not for long. I draw the pain into me, savoring it until the fire within me burns harder than ever.

  Parker’s hands caress my ass cheeks and then mo
ve between my legs where he finally touches my wetness. His fingers part my folds, but he doesn’t enter me or touch my clit.

  “I never gave you permission to enjoy your punishment,” Parker growls. “You only have fun when I tell you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I reply.

  SMACK.

  This time the smack comes out of nowhere. I scream in pain, although it sounds orgasmic. It probably is.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply.

  He touches my ass with his hands. It stings a bit, but then he massages the cheeks lightly like he did before my punishment.

  “You need to be better at obeying orders,” Parker said. “But you took your punishment.”

  I try to get my breathing under control as I hear him undress, but the noise of him opening his belt is almost enough to have me coming right there.

  He takes forever. Every time I think he’s naked, there seems to be one more piece of clothing to take off. Then I hear a drawer open and the light rustling sound as he takes a condom from a cardboard box.

  “No,” I yell out quickly.

  “Did you just speak when you weren’t given permission?”

  He smacks my ass with his hand, but it’s halfhearted. He knows what I want to say, and he wants to hear it.

  “Sorry, sir.”

  “You may speak.”

  “I’m on the pill. And I trust you. I want to feel you come inside me so much.”

  The condom lands on the floor, and Parker climbs onto the bed between my legs. His cock slides between my folds, but stops right by my entrance. If I was at all capable of moving, I’d wrap my legs around him and pull him inside me. Instead, I’m completely helpless and have to wait until he shows me mercy and allows me to come.

  He pushes forward. I take a deep breath in as his cock slides inside me inch by inch. I’m still not used to his size, and there’s more discomfort as he stretches my walls. That’s nothing compared to the beating my ass took earlier. All it does is make me want to come harder.

  “You’re mine now,” he whispers in my ear. “You’ll come when I tell you to come, and only then. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply, although I have no idea if that’s even possible. The more I try to keep my orgasm at bay, the more it strains to be set free. Every movement of his cock has me closer and closer to exploding. I’m biting my lip again, as the effort becomes almost painful. It’s like needing to pee but having to hold it in, only the reward is so much sweeter.

  He fucks me harder, pressing my body deep into the mattress as I lay there completely helpless.

  Parker leans back down and whispers in my ear again. “Come,” he commands. I’m doing it before he’s even finished the one syllable word.

  I stop holding it back and let go. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, rippling through every muscle in my body until a weird, animalistic groan escapes my lips. The waves are almost literal, as juices spill out of me and soak his cock. My thighs feel the wetness pooling on the mattress as the excitement becomes too much to bear.

  I almost don’t notice Parker fucking me harder until he slams himself in deep and ejects thick bursts of cum inside me.

  My pussy keeps throbbing as he climbs off the bed and slowly frees my wrists and ankles from the handcuffs. My blindfold is the last thing to come off. I wince as the dim light hits my eyes. I’m far too exhausted to move, so I stay there spread-eagled on the bed while Parker rubs a lotion into my red ass cheeks.

  I’m his. I can’t even come without his permission. I know from looking around the room, that I haven’t even scratched the surface of what can be done in this room. There are instruments I don’t know how to use, but I can’t wait to find out.

  I’m looking forward to being abused. That’s who I am now. Babysitter by day, volunteer submissive by night. Lots of people live double lives, but how many of them do it with the same man?

  How long before this becomes complicated? Assuming it isn’t already.

  Parker grabs my hair and gently lifts my head up until he can kiss me on the lips. “I’m going to bed,” he says. “Join me when you’re ready.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Bring your clothes and mine, but don’t even think about getting dressed.”

  I nod and watch as he leaves the room. He looks so good I want to go again, but there’s no way my body can take it, even without the spanking. I’m spent. That was the single most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. I like being abused. I like being bossed around. I like being his.

  I pick up my clothes from the floor and then his. I’m his sub, and it feels better than it has any right to.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Parker

  I’m awake first. I didn’t properly shut the blinds when I finally came to the bedroom last night, and now the sun is streaming in through the window.

  The light is slowly moving across the bed and will probably hit Carly’s face in the next fifteen minutes. That gives me fifteen minutes to stare at her in wonder. It’s still hard to reconcile the two sides to her. There’s Carly, the sweet and innocent babysitter who looks after my daughter, who I want to spend every moment of every day with. And then there’s ‘Laura,’ the kinky sub I met at a party who loves it when I dominate her and claim her as mine.

  There’s no doubting they’re the same person. Carly has the red marks around her wrists to prove it, and I know if I pull back the covers there will be plenty more marks on her ass.

  I’d been determined to show her the other side of me last night, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to show her the room. When I did, her eyes lit up in amazement, and I knew nothing I could do in the bedroom would bring her the same amount of pleasure she’d get from being strapped to my leather bed. Maybe it’s the same for me. I don’t even know. Can I enjoy ‘normal’ sex? Can she? Does it matter?

  The sex is phenomenal, but I don’t want that to be all there is. Carly looked distracted during the entire meal last night, and when I suggested going to a bar, she couldn’t have seemed less interested. Perhaps she’s only in it for the sex?

  I shake my head and laugh. It’s not funny… except it kind of is. Talk about getting a taste of your own medicine. I’ve only ever had one other woman in my bed for more than sex—Shannon—and even that wasn’t this intense. We married in a rush, and it would never have lasted. We argued more than was reasonable or bearable, and make-up sex can only keep things going for so long. We connected in bed and thought that was enough. It’s not. I know that now, but does Carly?

  Marie pulls up outside in her car, so I quickly get out of bed and throw on a robe, hoping to make it to the door before she rings the loud bell and wakes Carly up. Too late.

  The bell rings when I’m half way down the stairs. There’s no way she’ll sleep through that.

  I open the door a few seconds later to see Marie carrying a tired looking Olivia.

  “Morning,” Marie says cheerfully, poking her head in the door looking for signs of Carly. “Late night?”

  “A bit,” I reply, taking Olivia from her. “Thanks for babysitting. I owe you one.”

  “You owe me more than one. When I have a kid, I’m dumping it on you and going on a month long cruise.”

  “Fair enough. Did she behave herself?”

  “As always. She was quite quiet, actually. I thought she might be coming down with something, but she’s not running a fever.”

  I touch my hand to Olivia’s forehead, but Marie’s right, she doesn’t have a temperature.

  “Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” I ask. Olivia nods, and then yawns.

  “She’s probably just tired. Have Carly put her down for a nap in the afternoon. Speaking of which….”

  “The date went well, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “Her car’s still in the driveway.”

  “Maybe she took a taxi home?”

  “I’ve never known you to be so coy. It must be serious.”

  “It
was just a date, Marie, calm down. Anyway, I have to get ready for work.”

  “Alright, I can take the hint.” Marie hands me a few letters. “You still suck at collecting your mail. Bye, Olivia.”

  Olivia waves at Aunty Marie, but it’s a little half-hearted. She’s definitely tired. We head into the kitchen for breakfast, and Carly comes down a few minutes later. Fortunately, Olivia’s too young to notice that Carly is wearing the same clothes she had on yesterday.

  Carly immediately switches into doting babysitter mode and gets a drink for Olivia. This should be everything I’ve always wanted. I have an awesome babysitter who my child loves, and at night the babysitter turns into the best sub I’ve ever had. She doesn’t seem interested in a relationship, so I have the best of both worlds. Don’t I?

  “Want me to shred all this?” Carly asks, looking through the pile of mail. “It all looks like junk. Oh wait, this might not be.”

  She reaches out to pass me one of the handwritten letters that I’ve come to dread. He usually waits longer between letters. Is he getting desperate? Maybe he’s just seeing how much he can get away with.

  “Parker?”

  “Huh? Oh sorry.” I take the letter from Carly’s outstretched hand. I quickly slip it into my back pocket and make a four-egg omelet. I’m starving. “You want anything?” I ask Carly.

  “I’ll stick with cereal. Eggs are way too filling for me first thing in the morning.”

  “I worked up an appetite last night.”

  Carly suppresses a smile and pours herself some cereal. I add some ham to the omelet, together with a decent sprinkling of salt and pepper. It looks appetizing, but I can’t enjoy it. All I can feel is the letter digging into my back pocket. How much money does he want this time? When will it end? At this rate, I’m going to have to sell the company just to keep financing this asshole. There’s has to be a limit. How much would I pay to keep this secret?

  I look over at Olivia as she quietly munches the cereal that she hates but pretends to enjoy because it’s for grown ups. I have my answer. I’d pay every penny it takes to protect her from the truth.