Submitting to the Boss: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 2 Page 3

  “Here is what you will do for me from now on. Deviate from it and you will pay the price.” He lifted a brow. “Am I clear?”

  “Whatever,” she said.

  Her insolence didn’t faze him. “You will wear thong panties only. No bikinis, no granny panties, and nothing in between.”

  She wanted to laugh. That was easy. She was a thong girl all the way, except for a few lacy cheeky panties and one pair of red crotchless. “And how will you even know if I’m not wearing what you tell me to?”

  He shot her that evil grin again. “I’ll be checking.”

  Of course. She wanted him to. The game was becoming fun. Sexy. Ruby found herself wanting more. “What if I don’t wear panties at all?”

  He stroked his chin, and a fire lit in his eyes. “That’s acceptable, too. And you will wear only thigh-high stockings.”

  Ruby hated pantyhose. She usually went bare-legged, but she had a few pairs of thigh-highs, just for the sexiness.

  “I want your pussy readily accessible to me.”

  That sent a little thrill through her, along with the idea of Holt putting his hand up her dress and testing to see if she’d followed instructions.

  He glanced down her length to her tight slacks. “I love the shape of your ass, my sweet,” he said, his voice low and slight husky. “But from now on, skirts only. And they can be no shorter than three inches above the knee.”

  “What?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She never wore anything as long as that. She loved showing off her legs.

  “Only I will be allowed to enjoy the lusciousness of your thighs.” He tipped his head. “Unless I choose to let another man see them.”

  She rolled her lips together, careful not to smudge her lipstick. When she let them pop free, she knew the look was lush and plump. “I’ll have to buy a whole new wardrobe.” Though she was sure in one of her suitcases, she had a few things that would suffice.

  “I have an account at Saks. You may buy what you need.”

  Oh. Oh. Now, wasn’t that marvelous.

  “You will wear only blouses beneath blazers, something that can be unbuttoned. Never a pullover.”

  “I don’t wear blouses under my jackets.”

  His lips flattened. “You will start wearing them, and they will be buttoned up to the neck. No one sees your wares unless I allow them to.”

  God. Buttoned up to the neck. She’d looked like perfect Little Miss Jessica Muffet.

  Holt went on before she could sputter a word. “And you will wear only bras that clasp in the front. Yesterday’s was not.”

  “This is—” She couldn’t think of a word bad enough for something that was actually quite delicious.

  “You will be ready to receive my punishment at a moment’s notice.” His gaze turned sly. “And the punishment will involve sex.” His voice was like a touch to her pussy, hot and exciting. She’d never liked taking orders, but Holt made it irresistible. “You will suck my cock when I demand it”—he shrugged—“to ease my tension after a particularly long meeting.”

  She glanced down. He was hard, a bulge in his pants. Ruby’s mouth watered. She’d never even dreamed of tasting him; now she couldn’t wait.

  “I will fuck you when I want. I will give you to another man if and when I choose. But you will not see anyone without my permission, and you will not touch yourself between punishments.”

  “You’re joking.” She’d go crazy if she didn’t give herself relief.

  “I’m perfectly serious. You will be mad for my punishment, practically begging for it.”

  “I’ve never begged for anything from any man.”

  He stood abruptly, crowding her because Ruby refused to back off. Half an inch taller, he felt a mile high above her. His musky sexual scent made her want to swoon. She breathed him in, felt dizzy, and wanted to beg for more just the way he said she would.

  It was crazy. Two days ago she wouldn’t have allowed herself a sexual thought about him. Yet now she’d go mad if he didn’t touch her. She’d even let him spank her.

  “You will submit to everything I want.” His voice dropped low with intensity.

  She was sure he knew it, but she wasn’t about to say she’d agree to anything. “I’m not submitting to anyone.” She stopped short of claiming she’d never submit to him.

  He was so close, her breasts brushed his chest as she breathed. He waited two beats before saying softly, almost deadly, “Get on your knees and suck me, Ruby.”

  She wanted to; God, she wanted it more than she’d ever wanted sex with any man. Yet her lips moved in a silent “No.”

  He grabbed her hand and covered his cock with her palm. “I’ve thought about it every time you’ve been in my office since the day you started working for me.”

  Her breath stopped in her chest. She felt trapped in his dark, intense gaze.

  “So suck my cock now because I need it.”

  I need it. Almost as if the appendage wasn’t part of her, Ruby put a hand to his chest and pushed until he fell back into his cushy leather chair.

  Then she stepped out of her shoes and went to her knees between his thighs.

  * * * * *

  “I’m only doing this because you begged,” she said.

  Holt didn’t give a damn why; he cared only that he had her where he’d wanted her for so long. The desire had become an obsession the moment Clay kicked her out of his house. Punishment had merely been an excuse to have what he’d always craved.

  “Unzip me,” he demanded. He would have done it himself, but he feared his hand might tremble. A man could never give Ruby Williams the upper hand. He’d said enough by revealing that he’d been thinking of this moment for years. The fact that she’d belonged to Clay was the only thing that had kept him in check. If Clay had made the offer, though, he’d have been on Ruby in a shot.

  Now Holt would reap the benefits of Ruby’s misconduct.

  He was hard as a metal spike when she put her hand to the task. Unbuckling his belt, she held his slacks at the button to straighten the zipper and pulled, slowly dragging her fingers over his length.

  Holt resisted the urge to let his head loll back. He wanted to watch. He needed to watch.

  “What do we have here?” she murmured to his cock. She stroked it, cupped it in the white briefs, then slowly reached inside and drew him out.

  His chest swelled at the sight of him in her hand, her long fingers wrapped around him, nails a deep, sexy red against his flesh.

  Then Ruby looked up. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll bite it off?” She had the upper hand, and she knew it.

  In a battle of wills, though, he’d still come out on top. “Isn’t that like the pet biting the hand that feeds it?”

  She shrugged, her magnificent breasts bobbing. “A very good pet can always find another master.”

  Holt reached out quickly, fisted his hand in her hair, and forced her to meet his gaze. “Too late. You’re mine. Now suck me and prove you’re worth all the trouble.”

  Chapter Four

  Ruby’s fingers were wrapped around his thick cock. She could have squeezed harder than a man could take. Holt was in her power, and she could have visited any manner of cruelties upon him.

  Instead, she stroked him lightly as he held her by the hair. “You’re messing up my hairdo.” Even as she said it, she couldn’t resist running her thumb over the head of his cock, catching a pearl of pre-come and smoothing it over him.

  His eyes darkened, and his grip tightened. She liked fighting him with words, but she loved the sexual thrill of submitting to him. He was her boss, and doing dirty things to him behind a locked door in the middle of the day was illicit, naughty, risky, and oh so exciting. She was wet, her skin heated, her body ready. Clay would never do anything at work, but the idea had always been a huge turn-on for her. Perhaps that was another reason why she’d succumbed to Bradley Palmer, because she’d needed that naughtiness, too.

  But God, to have it with Holt? It was so mu
ch hotter. She needed it so badly, she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

  Holt forced her head down until her lips touched his cock. She’d never been into submission or dominance, or even rape fantasies, but her mouth watered for a taste of him. She allowed herself to indulge, swiping her tongue along the length of him until she reached the tip and tasted the saltiness of his pre-come.

  “That’s it,” he said softly. “Be a good girl.”

  Just because she had to show at least a little fight, she said, “I’m not a girl.”

  He held her down, rubbed himself against her lips. Holt wasn’t terribly long, but thick and hard, amazingly so for a man his age. And he smelled good, clean, not sweaty, very male. His balls shaved and his graying pubic hair clipped short. Ruby couldn’t resist reaching into his briefs to cup his sac, squeezing gently until she felt him arch in his chair.

  “Suck me.” The words were commanding, yet need threaded through his voice.

  He wanted her. He’d dreamed about her. Perhaps he’d lain awake with his cock in his hand, thinking of her. The images made her dizzy with desire, and she gave in to her own need, taking him between her lips, sucking hard on his crown, then sliding down to engulf him. He filled her mouth. His taste was exquisitely illicit and forbidden.

  The phone rang. They ignored it as Ruby sucked him, Holt guiding her with his hand on her head, forcing her to take more. She held onto his thighs, allowing him to deep-throat her.

  This was Holt—broad, solid, and heavenly in her mouth. Her boss, the man she’d sought to please in every way but this. His sounds were like a symphony in her ears, the muted groans and soft words that were both filthy and decadent, praising and egging her on. His thighs were like steel beneath her hands as she gripped him.

  Then the door shook slightly in its frame as someone knocked. Holt held her. “Don’t stop.”

  Ruby wouldn’t have even if he’d tried to push her away. She wouldn’t share. This moment was theirs.

  She felt him begin to contract, his breathing harsh, his body moving to her rhythm.

  “Swallow me, baby, take it all. Jesus.”

  He thrust up into her mouth as she tasted his essence on her tongue, down her throat. God, he was sweet, perfect, forbidden, dangerous. She drank him, every last drop, kept sucking as his body continued to quake for long moments. Then he relaxed back into the chair, though his hand never left her hair. She’d be a mess, but Ruby didn’t care.

  She let him slip free and looked up to meet his eyes.

  “That was very good,” he said. “Zip me up.”

  She knew it had been better than good, but this was his game. And Ruby wanted more of it. She would wear the slightly more circumspect clothes he wanted, hiding the naughtiness that lay beneath. It would be their nasty little secret.

  She stroked him lightly as she tucked his cock back into his briefs. Then she zipped, buckled, and patted him down as if to make sure he was all in the right place. Amazingly, beneath her hand, she could feel him begin to harden again. Then she rose, stood before him.

  Holt straightened, rolled the chair once again behind the desk, and reached for a folder. “That will be all, Ruby.”

  “That’s all? What about me?” She was wet and needy. Yet there had been something so completely satisfying about what they’d done.

  Holt tipped his chin at her. “I will allow you to finish yourself in the ladies’ room.”

  She pursed her lips, staring at him. “So I’m supposed to take care of myself?” Then she smirked. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to do that.”

  He gazed at her with what she could only call a shit-eating grin. “I’m allowed to give you permission for whatever I want. And I want you to make yourself climax in the ladies’ room.”

  “You’re joking, right?” She couldn’t believe he actually expected her to do it. Or that he would deny her the orgasm she so richly deserved after that fabulous blow job she’d just performed.

  Holt let the grin die. “I’m ordering you to do what I tell you.” He didn’t even have to stand for his attitude to be somewhat intimidating, even to Ruby. “And I’ll be checking to make sure you follow my order.”

  She was pissed at his dictatorial tone, yet oddly, it made her need burn even hotter. Ruby loved sex in all its forms, and she had very few lines she wouldn’t cross, but Holt was offering up something she’d never had before: a man taking charge in no uncertain terms. Even Clay had let her do whatever she wanted—until she went a tad too far. The fact that Holt was her boss made it all the more exciting.

  It wasn’t, however, a good idea to let him think she was a complete pushover. “I’ll do it”—she put a snap into her voice—“but only because I need the relief.” She ended the conversation by stalking to the door and unlocking it. Stepping through, Ruby almost slammed it behind her. Regardless that it was lunchtime, noise drifted in from the hall outside her office, and she wasn’t about to advertise that anything was going on between her and Holt.

  Normally she didn’t give a damn what people thought about her sex life, but Holt had never been a part of that. He’d always been off limits. For the first time, Ruby didn’t want to be the center of office gossip. This was a pleasure she wanted to keep for herself. And a pleasure it surely was.

  Ruby practically ran to the ladies’ room to follow his order.

  * * * * *

  Sounds filtered in from the outer office: the chair rolling on its mat, a file drawer opening, closing, the tap of computer keys, the phone ringing, Ruby’s soft, sexy voice. Holt’s body still thrummed with what she’d done to him half an hour ago. Christ, the woman had a mouth on her. Yet again it had taken all his willpower not to pull her onto his lap and fuck her. Her erotic perfume filled his head, a strand of her hair clung to his slacks, and his cock was hard with the memory of her lips on him. But taking her at this stage wasn’t part of the plan. He wanted Ruby crazed for it. He wanted to withhold the final act until she was completely his, like a man waiting for consummation in the marriage bed. Until that moment, he intended to do everything else to her but that.

  Still, he’d issued a warning, telling her that he’d be checking, and he needed to follow through. Rising, he strode to his open door. Her dark, silky hair was artfully arranged over her shoulders, all the tangles smoothed free. She’d freshened her lipstick, though the smudges his cock had made were negligible. Her work station was situated to take in both his door and the outer hallway, so she could see his visitors long before they reached him. Of course, she had to be aware of him, but she didn’t look up.

  He debated which would be the better course: force her to come to him, or tower over her desk. Holt chose the latter, boxing her in between credenza, filing cabinet, and desk.

  Her lips thinned, but she didn’t meet his gaze. Ruby was an excellent actress. He’d often witnessed the abrupt change with a customer he knew she didn’t like, gracious on the phone and only later giving Holt her true opinion. She was a good judge of character, often putting him on alert. Now she was playing the role of disgusted, harassed employee. The lie was in the musky perfume of her arousal, the pink tinge of her skin, and her beaded nipples beneath the tight jacket she wore.

  “I’m glad to see you followed my instructions,” he said.

  “I took care of things myself since you were completely useless in that department.”

  He laughed, and she breathed deeply, the jacket’s lapels parting slightly to afford him a better view of her magnificent cleavage. Her perfect breasts made his mouth water. She was a prize worth winning. Clay’s problem had been giving Ruby too much freedom. She needed strict limits. She needed to have things decided for her, directed, which man he would allow her to have, what act he would allow her to perform, who, what, when, where, and how. She’d chafe beneath the rules, try finagling a way around them, but she would achieve far greater heights because of the metaphorical chains he put on her.

  He leaned down, propping himself with his fists on the desk. “Tel
l yourself whatever you like, but we both know you were dying to follow my command.” He lowered his voice until it was little more than a whisper. “In the end, you’ll do everything I say.” He paused. “And you’ll love it.”

  He would love it, too. She would be his slave. But he might also become hers.

  Chapter Five

  Thankfully, Holt had decided to drop in on Manufacturing. Ruby couldn’t concentrate with him leaning over her desk. Well, she could concentrate, but only on sexual matters.

  She typed in the finishing touches on his Powerpoint presentation for the investors’ conference he’d be attending in a couple of weeks. He didn’t like using the same talk over and over for the different groups he spoke to, especially not potential investors, and Ruby had reinvented this one for him. Besides, things changed so quickly within the industry, especially with the high volatility of metal prices, that revamping was necessary to stay up-to-date. She was just clicking the Save icon when a shadow passed over her desk.

  “Is he available?”

  Ruby’s hackles rose. The disgustingly sweet voice belonged to none other than Little Miss Muffet. Jessica Murphy was just too perfect, her blonde hair curling over her shoulders, her lips a pale pink, her navy business suit neatly tailored, the skirt reaching her knees and the prissy blouse buttoned to her throat. She didn’t possess an ounce of pizzazz. What on earth did Clay see in her?

  “Holt’s in a meeting,” Ruby snapped, feeling the delicious warmth from her session with Holt drain right out of her. “It’s a lengthy one. You should have made an appointment.”

  Jessica tipped her head slightly because Holt had an open door policy to all West Coast employees. “I stopped by during lunch, but he didn’t answer when I knocked, and you weren’t here”—she raised an eyebrow—“or I would have made an appointment.”