After Last Night

Taken by My Boss, Part 2

Angelina works the front desk of the hotel, impatiently waiting for her shift to end and her hot boss, Trent, to come in. She hopes for another night of intense sex, but when she finds what Trent puts in her purse - a set of leather wrist restraints and a sex toy - she realizes he's way more kinky that she'd thought.

What she doesn't know is how far she'll let Trent take her, and just how hot it will make her.

This sizzling story of about 7,500 words contains oral sex, bondage, domination and submission, spanking, flogging, and forced orgasms. This episode can stand alone, but it is part two of an ongoing BDSM erotic romance between a beautiful, lonely woman and her sexy, recently-single boss.

Excerpt:

After an arduous ten minutes, Trent went over to the clipboard with our schedules on it. He held it up and said, “Hey, Angelina. You’re off right now.”

“Really?” I tried to feign confusion.

“Yeah. 9:30. See ya,” he gave a little wave.

“O-Okay.” I slid off the stool and passed by him to the back room. He didn’t look at me as I picked up my coat and purse. It felt a little heavier than usual. I glanced over Jay’s shoulder at Trent and held up my bag. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

I hurried to the bathroom and opened my bag on the counter. Inside were things I never thought I’d see in my own purse: a set of leather wrist cuffs locked together and a red butt plug about two fingers wide and five inches long. My heart picked up the pace and I glanced at my own reflection. I grinned, delirious with anticipation. But what was I supposed to do now? Then I spotted a small notecard that had slipped to the side. It read, “The passenger door on my car is unlocked. I’ll be out in a little bit.”

No instructions, just this bit of information. I wondered, did he expect me to put these things on and in beforehand, or did he want me to wait?

I thought back to last night and the way Trent had quickly taken control of me and how he’d made my body feel like it hadn’t in a long time. How he’d asked if I trusted him and I didn’t hesitate to say yes, and how as soon as he’d said, “Get on your knees” I dropped like an apple from a tree.

And with these little toys, what did he have in mind for tonight?

I knew which car was his: an Audi coupe that he parked two blocks away so as to avoid the hotel valet’s reckless parking skills. I slipped inside and closed the door. The soft leather seats still smelled new and I couldn’t find a speck of lint or dust anywhere.

As I sat and waited, I decided that I was supposed to use the items he’d put in my bag. The windows of his car were tinted, and it was nighttime, but the front windshield was transparent. I hesitated, but then thought Trent would be disappointed if I didn’t at least try. I wanted nothing but to please him. I’d lusted for months, resigned to the idea he was going to marry that horrible woman he’d been engaged to until only recently. And in the last twenty-four hours I’d already fucked him, with more to come.

I was so excited and nervous that I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat.

The butt plug obviously had to go first.