From the Author...
The idea for this story came about when Evernight Publishing put out a call for a men in uniform antho…
As ever my mind started to race… This was a result. Not for the antho though…
Having a relationship with your boss is never easy, especially when it involves kink. Jamie might need to salute Eva and call her Ma'am at work, but when it's just the two of them, he is Master to his puss.
They are determined to make their unusual situation work, but, first they have to solve the case of the shady next door neighbors.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition
Jamie, she had to assume it was him, and not A. N. Other, kicked her legs apart. Something cold touched each ankle, before her scarred ankle was wrapped in toweling and whatever it was fastened tightly with cord or some such thing to both ankles. Eva wriggled her toes and flexed her legs as best she could and discovered her feet were held about eighteen inches apart. What on earth had he used? Then she thought about the shape of whatever it was on her unbroken ankle. Her overlong fire irons?
"Such handy, everyday items you can find when you look," Jamie said, and stroked each globe of her ass. He pulled the back of her thong hard and up into the crack and did a seesaw movement with it. It really did feel like the proverbial cheese grater. Luckily he stopped before she decided it was sawing her in half.
"What a beautiful sight, seeing you spread out like that. I wonder, puss, if you can lift away from the settee just enough for me to reach your tits? Try for me."
Bloody hell, does he think I'm a contortionist? However, it was amazing what a person would try when their Dom spoke to them in such a way. Eva arched her back and her boobs left the contours of the sofa back. Ross pulled on each one and kneaded them. Then he tugged and pinched each nipple so hard, she gasped.
"Color," he said brusquely.
"Green, Sir." Why did he ask? He knew how hard they'd played on their other occasion together and she'd been green all the way.
"Good girl, now breathe." The pain in first one nipple and then the other as he attached something tightly to each took her breath away. She whimpered. How the hell could she take it?
"Breathe, puss, or cry red. Do it now." He roared out the last word, and Eva let out her breath in a whoosh.
It hurt, oh how it hurt, but the invisible string of sensation from her tits to her clit got ever stronger. The pain morphed into intense pleasure, so much so she shook.
"G... green, oh…."
Jamie removed one of whatever clamped onto her nipple and she moaned her disappointment. He nipped and tugged the nipple until she wondered how it held onto the rest of her boob, before he reattached the instrument of pleasure and pain. "Lean forward again, puss. Press those lovely tits into the sofa and increase the pressure of the clamps." Eva obeyed instantly. His deep velvety voice demanded instant submission and got it.
A hard slap on her ass was her reward. It was followed by several more, each more intense than the last. Jamie continued the assault on her rear with something flat and possibly plastic. In one corner of her mind Eva reckoned she'd never look at her furnishings in the same light again. She began to fly, and enter that special place where everything morphed into pleasure.
The spanking stopped suddenly and she wanted to cry. It was nowhere near enough. She craved her subspace like an addict craved their next fix.
"Because I say so, puss." He kissed her neck. "And because when I let you go to your special place, you need time to savor it. Sadly tonight, we haven't got that luxury."
If she hadn’t fallen into the zone so fast and furious she would have realized that.
"So…now then." His voice was soft and soothing. "Let's see what we can do for each other, eh, my puss?"
A ripping noise infiltrated her mind, and her thong left her ass crack. One thong destroyed.
"The next thing you feel in your ass will be my cock," Jamie said as he stroked each globe in soft circles. "But first I'm going to fuck your pussy and make you come."
The noise of his zipper was loud in the room, and then Eva heard shuffling sounds as she presumed he kicked off his denims. She waited with hard suppressed excitement.
One long finger probed inside her pussy hole. "Ah, so ready aren't you, puss." The finger withdrew, and her juices ran down her legs. "Let me protect us. One moment."
She heard a rustle and then Jamie thrust into her hard and deep and began a fast fucking, which rocked her fastened legs and made her breasts bump off the settee. The clamps knocked it and pinched her nipples harder as she moved with Jamie's thrusts. Her arousal filled her like molten lava and her skin tingled as if she'd been stung. The tingles and stabs of pleasure increased faster than she'd ever known before, and Eva knew she teetered on the brink of coming.
"Come now, puss." Jamie pinched her clit and she screamed, tumbling into a fast and furious climax as stars danced behind her closed eyelids.
Her legs shook, as Jamie shouted and shuddered his own climax inside her, and then fell forward across her back. She savored his weight and stayed still as his breathing steadied.
The clock chimed the hour. Jamie groaned. "Let me untie you, and make you comfortable in a conformist manner."
Eva flinched as he lifted from her and her nipples moved on the coarse fabric of the settee.
"Aww, does it hurt? I'll kiss them better in a sec."
The blindfold was lifted and she blinked to make her eyes work as Jamie busied himself with her other ties. When she saw the fire iron she grinned. He was correct. There were very useful items around the house.
The sprung wooden clothes pegs attached to her nipples made her swallow as her mouth went dry and her pussy muscles contracted. No wonder they pinched. She had caught her finger in one once and it had been bloody sore.
"One second, puss." The air stirred as presumably he moved to dispose of the condom, and then she was lifted into his arms. Her nipple, plus attachment slid over his chest and she hissed at the non-pleasurable pain that shot from nipple to clit.
“Ssh, not long now." Jamie walked around the settee and sat her down on his naked lap. His quiescent cock stirred slightly and he whistled. "Sheesh, I'm fucked and my cock is saying ‘again soon, please.’ It must want your ass, puss."
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.