Chapter One

 

Kristin felt her heart pounding as she stood there at the foot of the bed. It had tall, squared posts with metal rings bolted to them. Now the silver shackles around her wrists were clipped to those rings, raised up and apart to hold her helplessly in place.

Her ankles were spread apart, as well, and she had been blindfolded, and then had a ball-gag pushed into her mouth. She had heard him moving around the bedroom for a few minutes, as if in preparation for she knew not what.

And then she'd been left like that for perhaps ten minutes, heart pounding as she waited whatever he intended doing with her.

She gasped as she felt his big hands on her shoulders! They caressed her body lightly but firmly, then began to gently slide up and down her back. They curved up along her sides, then up further around in front to cup and knead her breasts as she felt his warm breath on her neck.

His hands drew back, then she heard a sort of mechanical sound, a sound of metal against metal, then against wood. His hand slid down her belly and pushed, forcing her hips backward, then held her there as there were more sounds.

Something round, the size of a croquet ball, and just as smooth. She recognized it as it pushed up firmly against the mouth of her sex, recognized it even before it started to vibrate.

He released her belly and she moaned softly into the gag as her hips pushed her forward against the thing. His hands moved back and there was no sound for several minutes as she stood in place. She wasn't sure if he was still in the room or had left and was somewhere else, perhaps making himself dinner!

She had spent several hours alone in the beautiful penthouse apartment, exploring, wearing nothing but his robe, and then nothing at all, by direction of the note he had left her, aside from a silver collar and matching restraints around her wrists and ankles.

That had felt darkly erotic and kinky, and her nipples had been hard the entire time! They still were! A low thrumming heat had been roiling her abdomen almost the entire time, too. Now, with Sterling here, calling her 'slave girl' and leading her around by a leash, she had felt a daunting buildup of sexual energy before he'd even done anything sexual to her!

He was her boss now, at work, a man she'd intended to seduce as she had so many others, including the one she'd used to get this job. But instead he'd turned the tables on her, seeing her for what she was immediately, and with breathtaking gall deciding that her body was his to do with as he chose.

It was hard to argue when she'd been willing to give it to him! Except, of course, she hadn't so much expected him to take it as to take whatever she was willing to let him have. She had expected to seduce him and wrap him around her little finger, as she had done with so many men in the past.

Instead he'd virtually taken her by the scruff of the neck and told her that her body belonged to him and he would do whatever he wanted with it! That was breathtakingly outrageous! And it should have left her angry instead of awed!

But it hadn't! Instead she'd been delighted that he had agreed to provide her with what she always thought of as her perfect bargain. He would help influence her career and she, in turn, would have sex with him.

And that was what it was... sort of. But it was so very much more! She'd lost control of things from the start, been unable to put any sort of brake on what use he made of her body. He was simply too... strong-willed! And she, who used to pride herself on her willpower, had seen it sapped, drained by the incredible heat he was able to raise in her body and mind!

She'd never met anyone like him before! Not only was he incredibly handsome and well-built, but he had resisted her influence with casual ease, instead turning the tables on her. Kristin had always admired strength, and secretly felt contemptuous towards the men she'd always been able to manipulate.

Now she'd found one who manhandled her, both physically and emotionally, and she found herself bewildered about how to respond, especially since she was also in the grip of what might well be, she thought, her first real, unrepentant crush on a man! Because God, he was sexy!

She'd only thought to use men to enhance her career until at some future date she'd achieved the prosperity she wanted. Then perhaps she could meet some partner, some strong and handsome man she could partner with. So she really hadn't been looking, nor been impressed by the men she'd come across.

Sterling was everything she'd ever wanted in a partner, though. He was a man who deeply impressed her with his intelligence and strength, and who turned her knees wobbly at the same time.

The problem was he had very quickly shown her that their strengths and skills were so lopsided in his favor she really wasn't in his league. Instead he'd suggested a relationship more along the lines of a master and his... pet.

That, too was outrageous, and insulting, and offensive, and yet, oddly, weirdly, it wasn't out of line with the way things were developing. He'd made it clear from the start, after all, quite outside the realm of any sort of sexual relationship, that as his assistant she was to carry out his will and not question it.

Such were his bonafides, his incredible success in his field of law, in sports law and representing both players and teams, that she hadn't even thought to question the demand. She knew very well he was far more experienced and knowledgeable than she was, and that she had much to learn.

Much to learn about sex, too, as it turned out. Never before in her life had she felt the kind of scalding sexual heat, hunger and passion he had given her! Sex had always been something to use to manipulate men, not something done out of pleasure.

Sterling had changed that, not merely by his skillful ability to manipulate her body, but his even more amazing talent in manipulating her mind! But all this heat, this raw animal lust left her feeling lost, like a virgin! She'd simply never had to cope with it before, nor its influence on her.

The heat was like a drug, like a fever, influencing her mind, and making her body thrum with energy. And the more outrageous he was, the more wickedly aroused she became!

The vibrator had been buzzing softly against her sex, and the breathless young blonde had already begun to grind herself helplessly against it as her body's heat grew more intense. Now it grew more powerful, and she moaned into the gag, writhing slowly in place, straining against the restraints as she jammed herself in against the buzzing sex toy.

It slowed down again, then sped up, altering its speed every few seconds. She wouldn't have believed she could still be so aroused after what had happened this afternoon! He'd virtually given her to a huge black football player, making her give him a lap dance!

Of course, she'd given a lot of lap dances in her life, for she'd been a stripper when going through college, using her firm, lithe young body to seduce and manipulate men at the strip club to maximize her tips. She had thought she had covered that up, for she'd used a fake ID, but Sterling had found out somehow.

He'd put her in restraints, and then left her to Tony, the giant football player, to do with as he chose! He'd been like a wild bull! And then his two teammates had come over! It had been bruising and exhausting, and emotionally draining as well.

She had ached all over, and still did! And she had had explosive orgasms that had taken her breath away and left her faint. Yet a few hours of rest and here she was, twisting and writhing in helpless passion, grinding herself against a vibrator!

What are you doing to me, Sterling? she thought dazedly.

The vibrations slowed to a very light buzz, and she felt his hands on her again, big hands, if not as big as the football players who had manhandled her earlier. They were strong hands, too, but much more gentle than she had felt earlier.

They caressed her body, sliding gently up and down her back, kneading her shoulders, sliding around her neck and up through her soft blonde hair, then back down her back once more and around to cup her breasts.

Her breasts were full and firm and throbbing, but still aching from the rough handling the football players had given them. His hands caressed the undersides, lifting them and squeezing them softly together as she felt his lips on the back of her neck.

He kissed her gently, and repeatedly, his lips moving along her neck, forward up under her ear as she moaned helplessly.

His hand slid down her torso, down her belly and pushed in between the round head of the vibrator and her moist clitoris, rubbing gently against her before withdrawing.

He chewed lightly on the nape of her neck, then drew back and began to speak.

"As I said when we first met, Sutherland, I expect obedience and discipline from you. I tell you what to do, and that is what you do. I do not want my orders questioned or argued. Nor will accept deviation from my instructions."

His hands slid down and kneaded her buttocks, then drew back.

"I believe my note was explicit. I will read it to you in case you've forgotten it. "I'm sure you'll want to clean up. When you've finished, put the collar and restraints on - and nothing else - and wait for me in the great room. I'll be home around seven. You may eat if you desire, but clean up after yourself."

whick! Something struck her bottom. It felt like several very thin strips of leather. There wasn't much impact, but they stung, and Kristin gasped and her hips jerked forward. The vibrator began to buzz more strongly again.

"I did not tell you to explore my home."

whick! The laces cut across her lower back!

"I did not tell you to intrude into my office."

whick! The laces slashed across her shoulders!

"I did not tell you to open my drawers and read my correspondence."

whick! She cried out as the laces snapped down across her buttocks again!

"And I specifically told you to wear nothing but the shackles, not my robe."