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Bound By the Boss: Taken Home For The Night
(Traci Wilde)

I moan again as Tim's body tenses up one last time, and then he exhaled long and hard. We kept moving, his hips thrusting ??" but our movements slowed. Eventually, he stopped, pulled his face back from mine and smiled. 



I unwrapped my legs from his waist, he put me down on the floor ??" damn, my back was hurting now from being pressed against the wall so hard, but it was so worth it ??" and then he put his pants back on and we stepped to the sofa and sat down.



"Do you really want me to stay for the weekend?" I finally said. 



"We should talk about that."



I knew it. He'd had me ??" and it was the hottest, fieriest sex I'd had in a long, long time ??" but now there was going to be some reason he couldn't keep me here, didn't want me to stay any longer, despite all that talk of spending the weekend with him. Hell, I might even find I don't have a job by Monday.



Tim sat, his hands resting on his legs, staring straight ahead, as if I weren't even there, next to him on his sofa. We stayed like that for several minutes, in silence. Then he turned to me, put his arm up on back 

of the sofa, his fingers playing through my hair.



"I have peculiar tastes, when it comes to...intimacy."



Okay, now I feel like he's about to give me some sort of speech straight out of a poorly written novel. I inhale deeply, then put my hand on his thigh ??" a little shiver ran through him when I did, which sent a tremble through me ??" then I decided to play along. I turned to him, a big smile spreading across my face.



"Peculiar? You're not going to tell me you're a billionaire playboy who enjoys tying women up and tormenting them, are you?"



He smiled, that welcoming, easy smile I'd witnessed so often at the office. 



"I'm exactly a billionaire," he said. Then his smile faded. He stared at me, without comment, and I felt like his blue eyes were penetrating me, looking deep inside me. I couldn't look away, couldn't say anything ??" I'd never felt anything like it. I felt him wrapping his fingers up in my hair, then he began pulling my head back. His grip was incredibly strong, I tried holding still, but he pulled ??" not a yank or jerk, just a gradual, consistent pulling ??" until my neck was arched sharply, my face turned up toward the ceiling. 



He leaned over me, eyes staring into mine, then he pressed his lips to mine. I realized I'd been holding my breath, so I exhaled, my breath flowing into his mouth as his tongue slipped into mine, his other hand slipping into the slits of my dress, fingers playing along my leg, moving up, up, up, slipping inside my thong ??" I was still wet ??" and he pressed his fingers inside me, a hard, savage wave of sudden arousal washing over me.



He pressed still harder, until it kind of hurt, an incredibly delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, swirling together, then running up and down my body, while he continued kissing, his mouth pressed hard to mine, tongue deep inside me, tasting, exploring, playing.



He broke the kiss, his mouth no more than an inch from mine.



"What I mean is I require absolute obedience when we're together. In the workplace, we're colleagues, nothing more, you do your job and the world is fine ??" but if you ever attempt to take advantage of this in the workplace, punishment will be severe. Outside of work, when we're together, you are mine, you exist for my sexual pleasure. Nothing more. Understood?"



Whoa. What the hell is this? I mean, I could be up for a little kinky fun here and there, but this is pretty intense. And a little scary.



I stared back into his eyes, not that I had much of a choice given how close our faces were, how firmly he held me. 



Damn, if I say no, then what? Will I still have a job Monday morning? I mean, he says so, but he owns the place, and I suspect no one goes up against Tim when he's made up his mind. Maybe he'd fire me and then I could sue ??" he might not be a billionaire, but he's got plenty. 



Truth is, I'm not sure I want to say no. Or yes. Or make any kind of decision. The way my life's been over the past two years, I'm just too tired, too worn out, too hurt, to care. So what if he's got this wicked, dark, kinky side no one knows about? Maybe that's just the price to pay for having a man touch me again, want me.



I look straight into his eyes.



"Ye...yes," I whisper.



"Yes what?"



"Yes, I understand."



"I need to hear you say it. You want to be mine. You will exist only for my desires."



Somehow I felt like this was my last chance, that if I didn't do something, say something different, tell him to let me go, that I would lose myself here, find myself into something I'd never experienced, didn't understand. But, I couldn't think of a single reason not to...if only I had had any idea what he would do to me, what would be required...I was about to become his plaything, all right, but Tim played hard. He played rough. And he played for keeps...