The Interview - Complete Series, Page 3

  Lacey felt the velvet tightening around her wrists as she writhed under him, her breasts bobbing with every hard, heavy stroke of his cock into her tight, wet pussy. She couldn’t catch her breath. Every inch of her skin sizzled with new sensations. Christopher grunted as he thrust deeper and harder, his fingers squeezing the mound of her breast and pinching her aching nipple. Beneath the rush of pain tangled in pleasure, the darkest thrill was knowing that she was completely at his mercy.

  When his sinfully skilled fingers found the swollen pearl of her clit, Lacey jerked and clamped down on his shaft, whimpering as his rubbing stoked the heat building inside her.

  “No,” he ordered as he fingered her. “Don’t come. You never come until I tell you that you can, do you understand?”

  She gasped as he stroked her clit faster. “Please, I have to.”

  “You’ve never had to hold back, have you? Well for me you will.” He smiled as he slowed his thrusts, holding her open with two fingers as he shifted and began using his shaft to stroke her clit. “How does it feel to be fucked by me at last, sweet Lacey? Do you like my cock inside you? Does it make your pussy quiver? Is it how you imagined?”

  “Too much.” She shook her head, desperately fighting against the climax billowing inside her. “It’s too much, I can’t, please, sir—”

  “Just this one time, sweetheart, I’ll let you.” He waited another moment, and then pressed deep inside her. “Now give it to me. Come on my cock.”

  Lacey’s whole body went taut. Then the pleasure crashed over her, driving her into the dark mindless delight he had brought to her. She twisted and clutched at Christopher, his body working over hers. He fucked her through the orgasm, his fingers stroking her throbbing clit until he pushed her to a second peak and strained over her, his shaft jerking inside her body as he pumped his seed into her.

  Christopher reached up and released her wrists. He held her without speaking, his face buried in her hair. Lacey relaxed against him, her body pleasantly aching but her mind whirling as she tried to understand what had just happened.

  I had bondage sex with my boss in the back of a car. Alright, he’s my ex-boss and it’s a limo, but still. Why did I let him do this to me? And why did I want it so badly?

  Christopher lifted his head and looked down at her. “Lacey.”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Still so polite, even with my cock still inside you.”

  He was still inside her. She didn’t want him to leave her. She’d never felt so good as this, Lacey thought, and clenched her internal muscles around him until she felt his shaft begin to swell again.

  Instead of pushing deeper into her, Christopher drew out and used her torn panties to dry her between her legs. “You are beautiful and sexy. I’d like to fuck you all over again right now.”

  “So why don’t you?”

  He caressed her cheek. “We’re right outside your apartment complex.”

  She sat up, saw the building entrance through the window and covered her eyes with her hand. “Oh, my God.” A giggle escaped her. “I’ll never stand at this curb again without thinking of you.”

  Christopher helped her straighten her dress and zipped up the back for her. As she reached for the door he put his hand on her forearm. “I meant what I said, Miss Easton. You’re coming back to work for me. I want to see you in my office tomorrow morning at nine a.m.”

  “I don’t know, Mr. Wolfe.” She picked up the red velvet cord, and offered it to him. “After this, I don’t think I can.”

  “What happens in the limo, stays in the limo.” He gave her a surprisingly soft, lingering kiss. “Go on. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

  *

  Christopher waited until he saw a light go on in her window before he took down the privacy shield and told his driver to take him back to Zellwood’s.

  Nadia, sitting by the fountain in front of the house, walked over to greet him. “I thought you might come back, but not alone. Did you tuck her in, Chris?”

  “If I had, I wouldn’t be here.” He glanced at the house. “I need some advice. Have a nightcap with me?”

  Nadia took him inside to the evening room. David was standing guard over the blackmailer. Christopher took a moment to inspect the man, who was stripped, gagged, and hanging by his wrists from a ceiling hook.

  “What are you going to do with him?” he asked Nadia.

  “Photograph him in a few more compromising positions with David. So much more effective than calling the police.” She smiled at her submissive, and said to him, “My darling, I must speak with Chris.” She glanced at the man’s erect penis. “You may pretend that you are sucking him off while Fisher takes more photos, but do not actually touch his cock. We do not know where it has been.”

  “Yes, mistress.” David grinned and knelt down in front of the man as the butler came up behind him with a digital camera.

  Out on the deck, Nadia gave Christopher a snifter of brandy and sat with him by the fire pit. “You look rather peevish for a satisfied man, my friend. Was your redhead not as promising as she looked?”

  Christopher took a swallow of his drink. “She was utterly luscious.”

  “Good. It was time you found someone worthy of your attention. So what is it about this little dear that has you coming to me for advice?”

  “The little dear isn’t one of us. She’s my employee. She came here just to warn me about that idiot in there. And I tied her up in the back of my car and fucked her.”

  “A lovely way to reward her loyalty.” She gave him a lazy smile. “You’re not a rapist, Chris. I know she consented to the sex. You’re a dominant in all things, so you tied her up first. What is the problem?”

  “Under the circumstances she was extremely loyal, so I want her to keep working for me.” He sighed. “But after having her tonight… I don’t think I can keep my hands off her.”

  “So you set boundaries.” She gestured toward the evening room. “David and I worked at the same company when we met. We were strictly professional associates from nine to five. No games, no sex, just business. After five, however, his only business was to please me.”

  He imagined Lacey doing the same for him and felt another surge of unruly hunger. “And you made that work?”

  She shrugged. “You know how new submissives are, always testing us to see if we are strong enough for them. There were days when David had to work standing up.” She leaned forward. “This girl, she has already proven she can keep your secrets. I think she will do the same with whatever you do with her… once you make your rules clear to her.”

  He nodded. “Before I go, can I have a word with the idiot?”

  When they walked back into the evening room, they found David pinning an adult-sized baby diaper on the blackmailer. “We thought we’d remove the gag and replace it with this, Mistress.” He held up a twelve-inch purple dildo. “It should photograph beautifully.”

  “Very inventive, my darling, but I think we have enough naughty pictures now.” Nadia reached up and tugged off the blackmailer’s gag.

  Christopher stepped in front of the man. While he believed Lacey, he wanted to be sure Nora Bonner had set this up, and discover exactly why. “Who sent you after me?” When he didn’t reply, he glanced at the blackmailer’s left hand, on which he wore a wedding ring. “David, did you get his wallet?” After David handed it to him, he took out the license. “Nadia, would you call information and get a number for this idiot’s wife? I think she should come here to take him home — after we show her the pictures Fisher’s taken, of course.”

  “No, God, please don’t,” the man begged. “My wife’ll kill me. It was Nora Bonner. She hired me to do this.”

  Christopher leaned in. “Why?”

  “Not for money, man. She was going to use it to force you to do something. She never said what. She’s like freaking crazy obsessed with you.” The blackmailer gave Nadia a pleading look. “Please, don’t let this guy hurt me.”

  “All ri
ght, David, you may take him down now and let him go.” Nadia wrinkled her nose. “And please, Fisher, once he has gone have the entire room cleaned and disinfected.”

  *

  Taking the elevator to the penthouse suite the next morning required every nerve Lacey possessed, but it also gave her some time to collect herself. Despite the faint, almost pleasurable aches all over her body she still wasn’t sure how to feel about what she’d done with Christopher Wolfe. She’d never behaved so recklessly, or responded so passionately to sex.

  Crazy sex, she corrected herself. Crazy, indecent, and explosively hot sex. She really hadn’t understood why he’d be involved in such a scandalous lifestyle, but now she did. What must it be like to feel that way every time you have sex?

  She’d enjoyed her job at Wolfe International, but how could she go on working here when all she wanted to do was jump on the CEO and beg him to tie her up again and do whatever he liked with her?

  “I’m not a submissive,” she reminded herself under her breath as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. “I’m a secretary.”

  Lacey smiled to see Sarah Tate sitting behind Nora Bonner’s desk. “Good morning. Did they move Accounting up here?”

  “I’m just on loan,” Sarah assured her, and then lowered her voice. “Nora got herself fired last night. I don’t know why. Is that why you’re here?”

  “I don’t know.” Lacey tried not to wince. “Mr. Wolfe asked me to come in and talk to him.”

  “He said to send you in right away when you got here.” Sarah glanced at the door to his office behind her. “He’s kind of in a mood — really impatient and antsy.”

  Lacey took a deep breath before she knocked on his office door and stepped inside.

  “Good morning, Miss Easton.” Christopher stood with his back to her as he worked on an iPad. “Have a seat.”

  Lacey perched herself on a straight-backed chair in front of a long, wide desk of polished steel supported by two columns of black stone. The white and silver carpeting had an Escher-like pattern of impossible geometric shapes. She felt self-conscious as she realized her dark green dress was the only spot of color in the entire room. Everything else was black, white or gray.

  Why is everything so cold? She wondered. He’s such a passionate man.

  Christopher came over to sit in the black executive chair behind the desk. “Thank you for being punctual. I wasn’t sure you would keep the appointment.”

  “Neither was I,” she said. “Sir.”

  His eyes darkened as he gave her a measuring look. “I’ve fired Miss Bonner. Your involvement will remain confidential.”

  “You’re not reporting this to the police?” Lacey frowned. “Blackmail is considered criminal extortion under Colorado law. What Miss Bonner did is a class four felony, sir.”

  “Oh, I’d very much like to bring Miss Bonner up on charges,” he assured her. “She has a wealthy, influential father who wouldn’t rest until he exposed me and my friends. It’s simply not worth it. Onto pleasanter topics, such as your future with the company.” He took out a slim document and held it out. “I’d like to promote you to this position.”

  Lacey took the employment contract, and frowned as she read the first paragraph. “You want me to be your new personal assistant?”

  “You have all the necessary qualifications. The position will be rather more demanding than your current temporary assignment. I think you’ll find the work interesting. You’ll also receive four times the salary you’re making now with your agency.”

  He sounded so remote Lacey almost couldn’t believe he was the same man who had ravished her only nine hours ago. “Why are you offering me this job? Because of last night?”

  “Yes,” he said, stunning her. “You demonstrated admirable discretion and remarkable loyalty, not only to me but this company.”

  Lacey bit her lip and continued reading through the contract. “Why do you need me to be available six nights a week?”

  “So I can fuck you whenever I like,” he said softly. “I also want you to become my submissive.”

  The words hung between them, large and looming, and entirely inescapable. “What happened to your rule about not dating your employees?”

  “We won’t be dating. Don’t look so frightened, sweetheart. You loved what I did to you last night and you want more. So do I.”

  She leaned forward and placed the contract back on his desk. “So you don’t really need an assistant. You need, what did you call it? A plaything.”

  “I need both.” He came around the desk to stand in front of her. “It won’t be difficult, Lacey. During office hours we’ll keep it entirely professional. You’ll have the same responsibilities as any other executive secretary. After hours, you’ll attend to my personal needs. I’ll teach you how to be a proper submissive. I don’t think it will require much instruction. You took to it last night like you were born to please me.”

  “Did I?” She stared at the carpet as she tried to hold onto her anger. “Will I be paid for what I do for you after hours, too?”

  “No.” His hand cupped her chin, and he lifted it until her gaze met his. “I know you’re confused. That’s natural. This is new for me, too. We can have the best of both worlds.”

  “You mean the best of your world.” She stood. “As desirable as this position is, it’s not right for me. I’m trained as a receptionist, a secretary, a full-charge bookkeeper and a general office manager. I haven’t the first clue about how to be a submissive slut. They never offered that class at my community college.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you think you’re over-reacting a little?”

  “Considering how much you just insulted me? Not especially.” As he came toward her she stepped behind the chair. “We’re done here, sir. Thank you again for thinking of me, and have a good day.”

  As she walked toward the door, Christopher said, “This isn’t over, Lacey.”

  “Oh, yes, it is,” she muttered as she stepped out and closed the door.

  Sarah looked up from the papers she was sorting. “Lacey? Are you okay? You look a little upset.”

  “Oh, I’m fine. I just can’t take the position Mr. Wolfe offered me. Too many hours involved.” She forced herself to smile. “Let’s get together soon for coffee, okay?”

  *

  Christopher watched the street below until he saw Lacey exit the building. She walked quickly toward the visitor parking lot, her hands curled into fists. Just before she reached her car, she stopped and turned around to look up at him.

  He lifted his hand and pressed it to the glass, wishing he could touch her. She raised her hand to mirror his gesture, holding it up long enough for him to see it trembling before she dropped her arm and hurried to her car.

  Letting her go, he realized, was no longer an option. But how could he convince her of how good they’d be together if she was working somewhere else? Unless…

  Christopher went to his desk and buzzed Sarah. “Miss Tate, get the agency that employs Lacey Easton on the phone for me. I believe it’s called Anytime Office Temps. I want to speak to the owner, if possible.”

  “Yes, sir.” A minute later she buzzed him back. “He’s on line three for you, sir.”

  “Thank you.” Christopher picked up the phone and selected the line. “Mr. Glover, Christopher Wolfe. How are you today?”

  “Very well, sir, thank you. How can I help you, Mr. Wolfe?”

  “I’m quite impressed with the quality of the temporary staff you’ve been providing for my company.” He reached into his desk drawer, and took out the agency photo of Lacey. “In fact, one of your temps currently employed here recently proved to be quite invaluable. She took the imitative to prevent an incident that might have otherwise seriously damaged this corporation and cost thousands of people their jobs.”

  “My goodness. I’m overwhelmed to hear that, sir,” Glover said with audible relief. “Would you like me to extend her assignment, or perhaps arrange a bonu
s?”

  “I was thinking more along the lines of investment in her immediate future.” Christopher touched his fingertip to the photo, tracing the outline of Lacey’s smile. “I’d like to purchase Anytime Office Temps. How much do you want for your agency?”

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  “Thanks for seeing me, Mr. Glover,” Lacey Easton said as she sat down in front of the temp agency manager’s desk. “I haven’t had a new assignment in weeks. I was wondering if there’s a problem?”

  “No assignments at all? That can’t be right.” Mr. Glover put on his reading glasses and looked at the temp schedule he kept on his desk. “Well, we’ve had plenty of client requests. Let me pull up the booking schedule.” He turned to his computer and tapped some keys before he peered at the screen. “Hmmm. It says here that you’ve been offered an assignment every day for the past two weeks.”

  “I was offered the same assignment every day: to work at Wolfe International, which I won’t accept.” Lacey was so angry she wondered if steam was begin to leak out of her ears. “I’m not interested in working there again.”

  He frowned. “Why not?”

  She could tell him the real reason — that her last assignment working at Wolfe International included discovering a plot to blackmail the CEO, Christopher Wolfe, by making a sex tape of him at a private BDSM party — but she had promised to keep quiet about it. She also wasn’t proud of the fact that she had crashed the party in order to warn him, and ended up giving into her wild attraction to the CEO by having bondage sex with him in the back of his limo.

  She knew exactly why Christopher wanted her to work for him again. He’d already offered her a job as his personal assistant. Unfortunately, he also expected her to become his sexual plaything after office hours six nights a week.

  So I can fuck you whenever I like, he’d told her.

  “Lacey?” Mr. Glover said, jolting her out of her thoughts.

  “The position requires too much overtime,” she said. “I’d prefer a nine-to-five job.”

  “I understand but that puts me in something of pickle.” He grimaced. “I sold the agency to Christopher Wolfe. He’s in charge of things now. He’s left standing orders that you’re not to be assigned anywhere else but Wolfe International.”