Chapter One

 

"So...you guys will be okay here for the rest of the day?" Claudia asked. She took another look around the office as if trying to pick out which wall or part of the ceiling would fall once she had pulled out of the parking lot. She brushed back a stray lock of her straight, coppery hair. It was getting too long. It just brushed her shoulders now. She would have to schedule a visit to the hairdresser's soon.

"We'll be fine, Chief, just fine!" Jerry reassured her. "And if anything happens, we've got your phone number."

"Amanda?" Claudia turned towards the shy little temp. Amanda was smart and a good worker, but no Marabel. She would have felt much more at ease if Marabel were still here.

"I'm fine also, Miss Cole," Amanda replied. "I know what to do."

"Well, then..." Claudia looked around the office again.

Jerry laughed once. "Chief...go enjoy your vacation, if that's what you're calling it. You've been in here every morning this week so far, and we haven't had to call you at home once yet. It's slow here now. We'll be fine, I swear!"

"Okay, Jer." Claudia had to laugh at herself. She was probably making poor Amanda nervous, and she didn't live all that far away, so if they had to call her...oh, to Hell with it! This business might be her baby, after all, but she was acting like an overprotective mother. She started towards the door, opened it, and paused to look back one last time. "I'll probably be in tomorrow morning too." She had to grin at Jerry's look of comic exasperation.

It was sunny out today, and the steering wheel of her car was almost too hot to touch. She'd have to get that windshield screen out of the trunk and start using it again. As uncomfortable as her hands felt on the steering wheel, her round little bottom was even more uncomfortable. That horrendous spanking Sam had given her in the motel when she was struggling with him still smarted...and so did the other thing he had done to her that night. She shivered at the memory. It had been a wonderfully intense experience, but she wasn't at all sure she would like anal sex as a regular thing. It hurt, both during and afterwards. Still, it was the most intense sexual experience she'd ever had...the ultimate in submission. Maybe the pain and discomfort was an integral part of that. She started the car and let it idle long enough for the air conditioning to kick in, then put it in gear and drove off.

The roads were starting to clog up with lunchtime traffic, and it took her a little longer to get back to her apartment than usual. As she pulled into her parking space, she saw that Sam's rental car wasn't there. Where could he have gone off to? Well, it couldn't be very interesting for him to just wait around for her in her apartment half the day. Maybe he'd left a note for her inside?

The parking area was on the shady side of the building, so she didn't bother with the windshield screen. As she unlocked the door to her apartment, she decided to take a long, hot bath before Sam came back. If she strung the bath out long enough, maybe he'd show up in time to scrub her back. She smiled at the thought. He would want to scrub more than her back.

It was cool and dark inside. Sam kept setting the air conditioning just a little too low, and the feel of the chilled air took her back to that bungalow years ago. Was that why he did it? She shut the door, locked it behind her, and went to her bedroom. She was no more than a few steps into it when she heard a man's voice behind her: "Don't turn around and don't move!"

It was Sam's voice. She knew it very well now, no matter how much he tried to disguise it, and she felt a wild thrill. He had been here after all, and this was the start of some game he'd dreamed up! Obediently, she froze in place. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to put a quaver into her voice.

"And shut up, too." Sam growled from behind her. A moment later, she had a brief glimpse of a black cloth just before he pulled it over her eyes and knotted it tightly behind her head as a blindfold. She couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. Outside of this apartment, she was Claudia Cole, or Miss Cole, or Ms. Cole, or even "Chief", a respected and competent businesswoman. Inside of it, with Sam, she could be just "Red"; lusty, horny, kinky, submissive Red.

"Open your mouth," Sam ordered. She obeyed, and felt him stuffing a wadded-up cloth between her parted lips. He secured it in place with what felt like a strip of more cloth. Then he began to undress her, roughly. Her thin summer blouse and flimsy brassiere were the first to go, unbuttoned, unfastened, and yanked violently off of her body. Then he pulled her hands behind her, holding her wrists together tightly with one strong hand. She hoped he wasn't going to use ropes on her...she would have to go to the office again tomorrow morning, and the weather was getting too warm for the long sleeves needed to conceal the marks. She felt him wrapping something around her crossed wrists that felt like still more cloth, and she let herself relax that last little bit. She felt him tighten the bonds on her wrists and knot them snugly, she moaned faintly through her gag. He reached around to cup her breasts in his hard, strong hands. His breath was warm and moist on her neck and she leaned back against him, enjoying all of the sensations, feeling helplessly vulnerable and perfectly safe at the same time.

"I've been thinking about this since I got up this morning, Red," he murmured into her ear. He pinched her nipples lightly, making her squeak. "I think you're gonna like it." He kissed her bare shoulder once, fiercely, before returning to the job of stripping her naked, even to the point of removing any jewelry she might be wearing. Today, she had worn only earrings, and they were the last things he took. She was shivering, partly from the chilly air inside her apartment, but mainly in anticipation of whatever Sam had dreamed up for today. Whatever it was, she was sure it would be intense...and that he would leave her wanting even more.

"This way," he said, taking her by her arm. She let him guide her. It was getting easier with practice, and she could tell he was leading her towards her bed. What was he going to do?

 

He made her lie face-down, and then gripped her ankles, spreading her legs and pulling her down towards the foot of the bed. His strength always surprised her. She was not a particularly small woman, but when he was like this he seemed to be able to move her around as if she were a doll. Now he was wrapping something around one of her ankles. She was fairly certain it was yet more cloth. It felt like it. She struggled a little for his benefit, and he gave her rump a hard swat, making her jerk and squeal. She remained still as he finished tying her ankles to the bed. She felt a little uneasy like this. She was still sore...exactly which hole was he planning to use? She couldn't stop him now...not with her legs spread and secured like this...and she wasn't entirely sure she would try to stop him even if she could. But still...she reached down as far as she could with her bound wrists and spread her hands to shield herself. Maybe he would get the message? Maybe he didn't need the message. Maybe he wouldn't care. She didn't know. She would find out.

She gave a start as his hand began stroking her bare back, slowly and lightly. It made her shiver, and she moaned through her gag for him. She loved his touch. It was all she needed to be instantly wet and ready for him, and he knew it. She could picture him smiling right now as he heard her moan, feeling the heat building up in her skin. She felt him get onto the bed alongside of her, he then gripped her hair with one hand while he slid the other one under her, just below her breasts. What was he doing?

"Up," was all he said as he pulled on her hair and lifted up from underneath at the same time. It hurt! Well, a little, anyway. It wasn't easy to do this with her legs bound as they were, and it was clear he expected her to do most of the work. His grip on her hair was for incentive, and his hand under her was just for a little bit of assistance. With that little bit of assistance she was just able to get up into a kneeling position. She huffed through her nose from the effort. He stood close in front of her on the bed, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against the tip of her nose. Did he want her mouth now? She was ready for that too. There was something wild and primitive in kneeling before a man, naked and bound, and taking him into her mouth. Sam had even introduced his own little twist to it the other night. As she had begun to suck on him, slowly, he had taken her head in his hands and held her that way tightly as he began to fuck her mouth with short, powerful thrusts of his hips. That had been wild, primitive and brutal...he kept thrusting a little bit too far, hitting the back of her throat, making her choke and gasp. But he never stopped, and his grip was so strong she could not move her head at all. When he had suddenly quickened his thrusts, she'd known he was going to come in her mouth any second. She had something very close to an orgasm right then, just from the realization.

But what exactly did he want now? She leaned forward against him, nuzzling at his crotch, making little moaning noises to excite him. He liked her noisy...and he could make her very noisy when he wanted to. But...what did he want now? She knew what SHE wanted! She rubbed her face against him, whining with impatience.