The girl smiled at Jo as she walked into the outer office.
“You’re new,” Jo said, not intending to sound quite as brusque as she did.
“I’m Anne,” she said coldly, almost as if she had expected to dislike Jo. “You must be
his... niece.”
The pause before she said the last word, coupled with the way she almost spat it out,
confirmed to Jo that she didn’t like her - maybe she’d fallen in the trap quite a few
others did, of assuming she had her job because of her family ties - she wondered just
what Phil had said about her. Maybe it was just that fact he’d told her his niece would be
visiting, and maybe she didn’t look, or act, like a niece. Jo simply didn’t care about
this latest girl’s opinion of her.
“He’s expecting you,” she added eventually. “I assume you know your way in?”
Even her politeness carried barbs.
Jo gave her the best icy smile she could muster and walked to open the heavy wooden door
to Phil’s office. He stood as she entered, his smile as warm as ever. Jo had always been
impressed by the way he seemed to be able to make any clothes look smart. Today’s choice -
a light grey suit with white shirt and a vivid red tie, was a perfect example. Even though
the day was hot and sticky, he looked cool and in control.
“Hello, Jo,” he said, moving put from behind the huge desk to kiss her on the cheek.
“Right on time, as usual.”
“I like to be punctual, Uncle Phil,” she smiled as he pulled a chair out for her to sit.
“Jo,” he said as he returned to his seat. “Don’t you think it’s time you dropped the
Uncle bit? It makes me feel older than I want to. You’re not eight any more. You’re
definitely a grown woman.” He looked up and down her body as he said it, making her feel
slightly uncomfortable. “You want to go out to lunch now...? Or do you want to tell me the
real purpose of your visit?”
How could he know? What had betrayed her? She had to ask him.
“I don’t know,” he responded. “Some edge to your voice, maybe. Or the fact I know how bad
things are at your father’s place.”
She was dumbfounded. “You know?”
He nodded as he stared at her appraisingly.
She was suddenly angry. “Then why the fuck haven’t you done something about it? Daddy did
a lot for you when you started out.”
“Wait a minute,” he said before rising from his seat and going to the office door. “Anne,
you can go to lunch now. Do some shopping as well if you want. Jo and I will be out for a
while.”
Jo heard Anne say a muffled OK just before Phil closed the door and resumed his seat. She
waited for his answer to her question.
“He doesn’t want my help. Any time I’ve thought he’s needed help and I offered, he always
refused it, so now I don’t offer any more. He knows where I am if he wants help.”
“Why? What happened between you two? He won’t tell me.”
“He thinks I was having an affair with your mother,” he replied in a matter-of-fact way.
Jo was dumbstruck. “He what?” was followed quickly by “Were you?”
“No, I wasn’t,” he reacted, an edge of offended anger creeping into his voice.
“So why did he think it?”
“I’m not sure,” he said. “I suspect she was having an affair, but it wasn’t with me.
Maybe she told him it was me to divert him from who it really was. Maybe... I don’t
know.”
“But why should he believe she would be interested in you?” she continued. “You were so
much younger than she was.”
“Age doesn’t make much difference when people have sexual relationships,” he added
casually.
“I’ll tell him you didn’t do it,” she said. Despite herself, she was believing him.
“No,” he reacted quickly and decisively.
“Why not?”
“Because.... because...” he seemed reluctant to tell her. “I have my reasons.”
“So you won’t help?”
“I can’t if he doesn’t ask, can I?” he said, the edge of anger still there, revealing
some past emotional scars Jo couldn’t even guess at.
“What if I ask?” she said at last, her tone quieter.
“He still wouldn’t go with it. He’s too proud.”
“I can think of a way round that,” she said quickly. “I’ll do anything to save the
business, anything. Going broke would kill him.”
Phil paused for a few moments before he spoke. “D’you really mean that? You’d do
anything?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
Phil stood and walked round to her. “All right,” he said quietly. “I’ll guarantee a loan
to cover what you need. I can do it through a friend so he’d never know. You can have
arranged it.”
“And what do you get out of it? If he doesn’t know it’s you, it won’t heal whatever hurt
you’ve got between you.”
He paused again. “I get his daughter.”
She turned quickly to face him. “What!?” she exclaimed. “What d’you mean?”
“I want you.”
“What d’you mean, you want me?” She felt immediately hot and bothered. What could he be
suggesting?
“Let’s say we go on holiday, together. Nobody needs to know, we could go to Cyprus, I
know it well, but nobody would see you.”
“Phil... D’you mean you want to sleep with me?” She still couldn’t get to grips with
this. He’d never shown any sign of wanting her in the past. He had always been Uncle Phil,
a friend, a protector. Why the change?
“That, and more.”
Jo didn’t know what to say. Phil took his seat again behind his desk.
“Have you ever heard of BDSM?” he asked.
“You mean whips and chains and things?” she answered.
“And things, yes.”
“Is that what you’re into?” she asked him.
“Yes, I always have been.”
“So you want to whip me?” This was getting more bizarre by the second.
“What I want is for you to agree to anything for a period of one week. I promise no stuff
with animals or kids or anything, but apart from that, what I say goes. One week. Agree
and I fix the loan now.”
“And if I don’t agree?”
He shrugged.
“I thought you cared about me,” she told him, her pulse racing at the sheer outrage of
his suggestion.
“I do, more than you probably know. I watched you grow up, and I was really proud of you,
all your achievements. But you continued to grow, and the little girl disappeared,
replaced by an extremely attractive woman. I grew to want you. To desire you. I knew how
you’d react if I suggested anything, so I never did, till now.”
“That’s blackmail,” she retorted.
“No, it’s not. You have a free choice. You can refuse.”
“And watch the company go to the wall?”
“You’re the one who came to me, remember.”
“You bastard!” she spat at him.
“Maybe,” he said. “We’ll see if you still think that way after the week. I’m not a
heartless man, Jo, surely you know that.”
“I thought I did,” she said quietly.
“It’s your choice,” he told her. “Take as long as you want to decide.”
“You shit. You know I have no choice.”
“Is that a yes?”
Jo took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Good, and thank you. But I want to make sure you know what you’re agreeing to here.”
“Suppose you tell me,” she said sourly.
“All right, I will. From the moment we leave for the airport until the moment you get
back home, you belong to me. I can decide anything for you - what you wear, what we do.
We’ll sleep together in the hotel, and I will decide what form the sex takes. You can
expect to be tied and you can expect to be punished. You’ll do it because you have given
me your word that you will do it.”
“Anything else?” she asked sarcastically.
“Probably, but that’s the gist of it.”
“Will it hurt?” she wanted to know.
“Yes, it will, but not more than I know you can bear.”
“Shit,” she said. She felt trapped. He shouldn’t be asking this. She shouldn’t be
agreeing to it.
“Well, do you agree?”
“Yes, damn you,” she spat out. “Want me to sign in blood?”
“No, not quite,” he answered quietly. “But I would like proof of your compliance.”
“Like what?” she asked.
He leaned back in his chair. “Stand up,” he told her.
Jo stood. If she had to agree to this, she would not be cowed by it. She would keep her
pride no matter what. At the end of it she would have saved the company, so that justified
the means, didn’t it?
“Take off your top,” he said coolly.
“Excuse me?” she blinked.
“I thought you’d agreed to obey,” he said, cocking his head slightly to one side as he
watched her.
Jo stood still for a second, summoning her pride before she reached to the hem of the
blue silk top and pulling it swiftly up and off, draping it over the back of the chair.
Phil felt his cock start to stiffen, partly at the sight of her and partly because she was
actually obeying - reluctantly for now, maybe, but she would learn. He’d not seen even
this much of her before, and she was beautifully-shaped. Her navel, just above the
waistband of the grey trousers, sat amid a wonderfully flat belly, and he found his gaze
was pulled upwards to the lacy black bra, holding firm, tanned breasts which looked a lot
better unencumbered by the fairly shapeless tops she always wore.
“Now the bra,” he said.
Her immediate reaction was to stop, to tell him to fuck off, to storm out, but she had
her purpose. It was only a body, after all, and she had agreed to give him the use of it.
But he’d never break her mind and her self-respect. She reached behind her and unclipped
the two hooks, letting her bra fall down her arms until it was in her hands. She could see
his gaze was unashamedly focussed on her breasts, and despite herself she could feel her
nipples hardening as he looked. Sex was never important to her and she rarely had a
boyfriend or lover, so this feeling disturbed her.
“Seen enough?” she asked, starting to feel awkward.
“I’ll let you know when I have,” he smiled.
She wanted this to end now. She didn’t want his next instruction, though she did quickly
remind herself that she wasn’t wearing something disgustingly old under her trousers. But
he didn’t ask her to remove any more.
“Sit down, Jo.”
Joanne sat.
“Now, how soon can you be get a week free?” he wanted to know.
“It needs to be soon. The money will run out soon.”
“Let me call the agent, then,” he said, reaching for the phone and opening his address
book. He dialled a number and asked to speak to Jerry, clearly - by his relaxed chat -
someone he spoke to frequently. Eventually he got around to the purpose of the call.
“Jerry, when’s the soonest you can get me a suite at a decent hotel in Minorca? Yes, I’ll
wait.”
“Can you reach to lick your own nipples?” he asked, holding one hand across the
mouthpiece as he spoke.
“I don’t know, I’ve never tried,” she lied. She had tried it a few times, alone in her
bedroom or in the shower. She didn’t have regular sexual relationships with men, but that
didn’t mean she ignored her own physical needs.
“Try now,” he told her.
He was attempting to subdue resistance, she knew that. Mild humiliation which shouted at
everything she was. Because Jo would never be any man’s plaything and she’d always
abhorred women who were. But, she reminded herself, she was here for a purpose and, for
the moment at least, it suited her to play his games. Suited her... not him. She would do
it because she wanted to do it, not because he told her to. She put both hands under her
left breast and lifted, at the same time tucking her chin into her neck and lowering her
mouth down to it. Phil watched as her tongue snaked out and licked, the saliva coat
shining in his office lighting. He was fully erect now, wanting her badly. Jerry’s voice
brought him back to reality.
“Next weekend, Santo Tomas... yes, that’s fine,” she heard him say as she flicked her
tongue over the nipple again. Since she had to do it, she thought, she might as well enjoy
it. Concentrating on her own sensations allowed her to believe she was doing it for
herself, and not because Phil had told her to. Closing her eyes helped. She was only
vaguely aware of Phil’s phone conversation being completed somewhere outside herself.
Phil finished scribbling the details on his notepad and hung up the phone, only taking
his eyes from her when he had to. He settled back in his chair, reaching a hand down to
rearrange his trousers and relieve the tightness there. She looked dreamy, her eyes closed
and her tongue lazily licking across the engorged nipple. He was about to tell her to do
the other one when she did it herself, so he knew she was really getting off from it. He
was going to enjoy having her. Really enjoy it. However, they needed to sort out the
details first. He sat forward again.
“You can stop now,” he told her.
She didn’t hear him at first, it was as if his voice was coming in from outside and had a
dreamlike, hollow sound.
“Jo, stop now.”
Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head, letting her breasts fall back into place.
“You were enjoying that, weren’t you?” he asked, a raised eyebrow telling her he was
trying to read her.
Jo didn’t reply.
“Okay, we’re going to Santo Tomas, a week on Saturday. I’ll pick you up at 8 in the
morning...”
“No,” she said quickly. “Let me drive to your place. I don’t want Daddy to know.”
“Okay,” he said. That made sense. “From the moment you arrive, our agreement begins, and
it finishes when you get in your car to go home again a week later. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
“Any questions?” he asked.
“What do I need to bring with me?”
“Your passport,” he answered immediately. “Toothbrush, personal items, you know.”
“I meant what do I bring to wear? Is it a formal place? Do I need an evening dress? Will
I need jeans, walking shoes and so on?”
“Bring what you think I would like. We can always get things over there. What size are
you?”
“Twelve. Shoe size five.”
“Bra size?” A smile played on his face.
“34C.” She refused to be fazed by his attempts to make her blush.
He made some notes on his pad. “Good. Anything else?”
“I’m nervous about the spanking and whips thing. You won’t hurt me, will you?”
Phil stood and walked round the front of his desk, where he sat, his right foot still on
the floor. She drew back slightly as his hand reached out and touched her breast, then
steeled herself to let him fondle her. She resolved not to show any reaction, favourable
or otherwise.
“Jo, I will hurt you. I promise I will. That’s what I want to do. But I also promise it
won’t be anything you can’t bear.”
“Oh God.” Her reaction was spoken before she could prevent it.
“I was going to tell you to get dressed now, but I think you need a demonstration. Stand
up.”
He’d let go of her breast and stood himself. When she rose to her feet he led her to the
desk and eased her forward so her hands rested on it and she was bent slightly at the
waist. He put one hand in the centre of her back, his fingers outstretched to keep her
where he wanted her.
“Ready?” he asked.
Jo nodded and tensed. He brought his hand down on her bottom, making a slapping sound
which reverberated round the office. Jo automatically made to straighten up, but his hand
prevented it. She yelped in sudden pain. Phil struck again. Jo yelped again, her breath
quickening. She was aware of her naked breasts bobbing as the sensation wracked through
her body.
“More?” he asked.
Jo shook her head. She wanted to show he couldn’t hurt her, that her pride would let her
enjoy anything, and that she was the one who was in control of this and he could only do
it because she permitted it. But her buttocks were smarting. She didn’t want more.
And that`s just a taster - things get a LOT worse for Jo when the holiday begins!
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