Just Another Day at the Office (11 page)

After lunch (Cajun delivery, with another blow job for a tip), Chelsea’s nerves grew by leaps and bounds. She’d agreed to demonstrate their toys for Mr. Toyer, but she’d been in desperate need of an orgasm at the time of her agreement. Now she was starting to regret her decision. It was bad enough having Jayson use them on her all of the time, and then having him offer her body up to his friends or to strangers. But to let him use these butt sex toys on her in front of her boss? She’d rather die first.

He must have known how nervous she was about it, too, because somehow he increased his sexual torment of her all day long. She was wet and hot and horny, and would do just about anything for release—and yet he kept stopping things before she could have any relief.

Finally, he buzzed her into his office.

When she went in, he motioned her over to come stand before him. As soon as she did, he started unhooking things from her—her harness, her bra. He removed the butt plug, which halfway stung on its way out. At the same time, she ached for something to replace it.

God, she was such a slut.

She didn’t have to wait long. Jayson squeezed out a stream of lubricant and smeared it all over the snake, and then bent her over his desk. He started pushing it in, and it felt so good. So hard and hot and wrong and right, all at the same time.

Despite herself, she was moaning and thrusting her hips back to him, forcing the snake inside her faster than she’d intended.

When he had it fully inserted, he stood her up and removed her bra, leaving her in a garter, thigh-highs, and stilettos, with a vibrator in her pussy and a snake up her ass.

“I’d say you’re all set then,” he said. Way too happy. He even smiled as he slapped his hand on her ass cheek and started dragging her forward, out of his office.

Chelsea tried to slow him down, tried to drag her heels. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Jayson just picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her with him. She pinched her eyes closed, not wanting anyone to see what was happening. A minute later, he stopped and knocked on a door.

It opened, and they were inside in a heartbeat. When she heard the door close behind her and Jayson stood her on her feet, she opened her eyes.

Immediately, she wished she hadn’t.

The room was full. It wasn’t just Mr. Toyer who would be seeing the demonstration, but a whole office full of people…men in various states of dress, and women in nothing at all. Well, she imagined one of them
wished
she was in nothing, because that would probably be a hell of a lot more comfortable than the various clamps and things poking into her naked flesh.

One of the men stood up, a man in a cowboy hat and boots. He grabbed hold of one of her arms while Jayson gripped the other. It took them no time at all to tie her to some crazy sort of table, one where her legs were spread out into a split and her ass was hanging off the edge and her pussy was on display for the whole room to see.

She couldn’t move her head or arms or torso or legs. Well, not her thighs, at least. Her calves and ankles were free, not that they could reach anything of use to get her out of this situation or cover her up in any way.

She’d never felt so humiliated, so displayed.

Jayson leaned over her and kissed her again, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth like he liked to do with his cock. Then he pulled away, winked, and turned to the audience.

“Are we ready?”

Chelsea tried to say no, because she didn’t think she could do this with so many people sitting there and watching her. But as soon as her lips spread, a ball gag was shoved between her teeth and buckled to the table that was holding her still.

Apparently he wasn’t asking her, she thought dryly. Not that he had since she’d met him.

And, as sick as it was to admit it even to herself, she kind of liked that. He just took what he wanted, and gave freely in return. Well, under his own terms. But still.

Then Jayson turned around and winked at her. That was all the warning she had.

He reached down to the vibe in her pussy and cranked it up to high, which would have sent her shooting off the table if not for all of the various restraints holding her in place. It jostled and jerked in her sex, striking every nerve ending she possessed somehow and sending tingles of awareness out to the tips of her fingers and the soles of her feet and the backs of her shoulders. Every inch of her body felt alive, needy, ready to explode.

Chelsea pressed her eyes closed as she whimpered into her gag, which only served to unleash a trail of saliva to track down her cheek. She couldn’t believe all of these people were going to watch her come. She tried to imagine herself anywhere else, anywhere but having this happen to her. But try as she might, she couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that a roomful of people were staring at her very open, very wet sex, with toys sticking out of her.

And she was getting off on it.

Jayson started moving the vibrator in and out of her, angling it to touch new and unexplored parts of her, driving it deep into her womb. He leaned down to use his lips and tongue and teeth on her clit.

She couldn’t take it. It was too much—too much sensation, too much need, and her eyes shot open again.

Her legs started twitching, and with the calves and ankles free, they were flopping all over the place for everyone to see. She couldn’t control it. She couldn’t stop the onslaught of another coming orgasm, despite the fact that she was already so sore and exhausted and well-fucked it shouldn’t be possible.

And this time, instead of removing all of the things he’d been doing to drive her toward that edge, the way he’d done all day long, Jayson kept going, kept pushing her closer.

When she didn’t think she could hold it off for even another second, he started pulling the snake from her ass, and she was lost. Her legs seized up, and her feet and toes contorted into a painful position that she couldn’t move from, and she let out a strangled scream into her gag, and a series of lights flashed behind her eyes.

Then everything went black.

When she came to again, Jayson was over her. In her.

Her gag was gone, and he kissed her long and deep. His tongue stroked her tongue the way his cock was stroking inside her. Slow. Deep. Languorous. Almost loving, in a way.

She wanted to touch him. To hold him. But her arms and everything else were still bound to the table. Chelsea had no idea if anyone else was still in the room watching them. She just knew that, right at this moment in time, she felt so cared for.

When he pulled back from kissing her, he smiled down at her face. “You did great today.” He never stopped stroking that massive cock up inside her, deeper, deeper, smooth and steady, with just enough friction to somehow have her body ready to come again at the slightest provocation.

And still he kept going.

Her legs started their mid-air dance, and she felt his cock lengthening within her, stretching her even though she should be stretched as far as she could go from everything she’d been through the last three days.

As he shouted his release, she found hers as well…but it was different this time. Soft and gentle. Not panicked and frantic and desperate.

Jayson stayed on top of her for a long time, pressing his weight down over her, with his softening cock buried deep inside. She didn’t want him to leave.

Then he kissed the side of her neck. “I knew you’d love being fucked in the ass.”

Only then did she realize that was where he was. Deep in her nether hole. Not in her pussy. And she’d loved every second of it, feeling safe and secure and loved.

“What have you done to me?” she finally asked.

He chuckled and nibbled on her earlobe. “Made you mine.”

And he had. Even more surprising than that—she liked it.

Maybe this was exactly the job she needed after all.

Dear readers:

I hope you have enjoyed this jaunt into my fantasy world. If you have, would you please consider leaving a positive review at the site where you purchased this e-book? Thank you so much.

Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,

Lacey Kane

I do not write romance!
Let me rephrase: there is nothing even remotely romantic about my stories. What you will find in the pages of my work is BDSM, smut, often consists of dubious consent, and is sometimes rather harsh.
My stories have been compared to those of JJ Argus. This is a much closer comparison, by far, than romance.
Do not purchase one of my books, hoping it will be even remotely romantic. You will be disappointed. You might be offended.
Additionally, the BDSM found within my stories is of a fantasy nature. In other words, my characters do not conform to the BDSM community's edict of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Please do not attempt any act described in one of my books without first consulting an experienced BDSM practitioner as to its safety, feasibility, and/or legality.
All that said, if you're here for smut, I hope you try me out.

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