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AT HIS COMMAND

 

DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

 

by

 

Aya Fukunishi

 

 

 

Copyright © 2012 by Aya Fukunishi
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof
may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
without the express written permission of the publisher
except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

First Printing, 2012

A Bangkok Nights Publication

 

 

 

 

 

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Pam was lost in her own little world, concentrating on her headphones too much to notice that the N button on her keyboard was busted. The last three pages of her transcription would have to be redone, and it was already 15 minutes after the end of her shift.

 

'Comig fiacial year, Pam? You know you should glance at your screen every once in a while.'

 

Pam took a moment to register the voice. 'Huh? Oh, for God's sake! This damned keyboard is a piece of junk!'

 

Arnie grinned. 'I wouldn't say that too loud, Pam. We make that piece of junk.'

 

'So why can't I get a computer that does what it's told? I must waste half my day fighting with this shit.' She slapped the keyboard in frustration, freeing the stuck key.

 

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'Now I'm gonna miss my bus, and on the worst possible day. My deadbeat brother'll have hocked my TV by the time I get home.' She turned to Arnie, suddenly smiling coquettishly. 'Hey Arn, honey, any chance you could count this as overtime?'

 

Arnie chuckled. 'Sorry Pam, you know the rules. You can only get overtime if it comes down from the top. I may be the supervisor around here but as far as overtime goes I may as well work in the mail room.'

 

'Worth a shot,' Pam sighed. 'OK, go on home to your wife's cauliflower supreme, Arn. I'll close up when I'm done.'

 

'It's OK, I can wait. You know Grace can't cook for shit, bless her heart.'

 

Pam laughed, glad for the distraction. Arnie always managed to cheer her up. 'Get outta here, old man. You get home late one more time and she'll take that recipe to her sister's place, along with your kids.'

 

'OK, I'm goin', I'm goin'.' He pulled his jacket over the wrong arm and struggled for a moment before bumping into Pam's desk, splashing cold coffee on a pile of papers. 'Could have married a woman who loved a good steak, but nooooo. I got the one who counts my calories.'

 

'Count your blessings, Arn. At least you're not going home to a junky brother and an overweight cat.'

 

Arnie grinned and gave her a wink before walking out the door, leaving her alone in the small office. She sat back for a minute, enjoying the image of Arnie sitting his 250-pound ass down to a plate of steamed vegetables. He always bitched about the strict diet his wife forced on him, but she knew he was happy. Hungry, but happy.

 

Pam, though, was miserable. The ten hour shifts she worked in this cold, cramped office were far from the life she'd imagined when she first moved to the city. She'd dreamed of working her way up through the company, kicking ass and taking names until she finally got herself an eye watering salary and a corner office on the 45th floor. Instead her career ladder had turned out to be missing a few rungs. After eight years at the company she was still stuck on 12, transcribing minutes from meetings held by people who didn't even know she existed.

 

It was, in every sense, a pointless job. Nobody ever read her work. In fact it wasn't even uploaded to the network. Most of her transcriptions were held right here on her computer, and weeks could go by without a request for a copy. Not only was her salary barely enough to pay the rent on a studio apartment in a bad part of town but it didn't even provide job security. She expected any day that someone in accounting would finally realize she wasn't needed. It was terrifying.

 

Twenty minutes later she was finally finished correcting her mistakes, as if it mattered. She saved the file on her hard drive and sent a project confirmation to Records. If anyone wanted a copy she'd get a release request from them, but she never held her breath. The only reason to stay so late to get the job done was that if she didn't she'd get calls and emails from at least five superiors in the morning to scold her for falling behind.

 

The hallways were empty now. It was almost seven, and nobody worked late in this part of the building. Their jobs just weren't important enough to require it. Pam flipped off the light switch and locked the office behind her before heading to the elevator bank at the far end of the corridor. All three were down at the ground floor but she noticed the executive elevator was heading down. It was at 15 now, and on an impulse she pressed the call button.

 

Staff on the floors below 25 weren't supposed to use the executive elevator. It was an express reserved for the higher ups, but Pam knew her floor wasn't locked out. Every once in a while an executive would need to make the trip down to 12. She could always recognize them in their expensive suits, walking quickly through the halls as if terrified their silk ties would transform into polyester if they spent too much time down in the ghetto.

 

The elevator drew to a halt and a tone beeped. Just as the doors began to open Pam panicked, realizing that the car would probably be occupied. She considered for a moment jumping out of the way, hiding behind a pot plant until the doors closed, but it was too late. Whoever was inside could already see her, standing there awkwardly in her cheap thrift store skirt and blouse looking like a kid playing dress up with her mom's clothes.

 

'Going down?' The man leaning casually against the back wall of the elevator raised an eyebrow and looked at her imploringly. For a moment Pam was struck dumb. The occupant of the elevator was a man she'd seen only twice before, but he'd made a starring appearance in her dreams countless times since. Tall, well built and blessed with a granite jaw the stranger had seemed, the first time she saw him stalking the halls, as if he'd just stepped out of a casting session for the latest Superman movie.

 

The resemblance hadn't been lost on her co-workers. Even Arnie called him the Man of Steel, though not without a hint of envious sarcasm. He was everything a man secretly dreams to be. His strong, chiseled figure was obvious beneath his beautifully tailored suits, and on those rare occasions he'd blessed the lower floors with his presence all activity had stopped as every last woman looked up from her work. Anyone unfortunate enough to have been holding a pencil in her mouth as the dark, swarthy stranger walked by would have spent the rest of the day picking splinters from her teeth.

 

All attempts to discover the identity of the beautiful stranger had failed. The executives on the upper floors didn't mix with the likes of the staff on 12. They lived in different worlds, separated by an unspoken code that boiled down to just a few words: they're better than you. Don't even think about it.

 

As Pam dumbly stared into the elevator she couldn't help but think that everything about this man was impeccable. His dark gray suit was cut perfectly, understated but clearly outrageously expensive. A sober silk tie fell smoothly between pecs that were hinted at by the cut of his shirt, and his shoes and briefcase looked like those Pam had only ever seen in the window displays of exclusive stores, just single items under subdued lighting. He could have been a mannequin in a store that asked to see a no-limit credit card before they'd even let you through the door.

 

His clothing, though, was nothing compared to his face. His jaw was square to an almost comical degree. When Pam saw  him for the first time she finally understood why cartoon superheroes all look the same. The strength and confidence he exuded with that face was enough to make any woman - and men, for that matter - feel safe and protected. Nothing could harm a man with a jaw like that. It was enough to deflect bullets.

 

Even his ludicrously masculine jawline was no match for his eyes. Even as Pam stood there she knew she was staring, lost in deep, dark whirlpools from which there was no hope of escape. She could feel her knees quake as she stared, so entranced that she didn't hear him speak until he repeated his question.

 

'Are you getting on?'

 

Pam could barely bring herself to form the simplest of words. 'Yes,' she whispered, still frozen to the spot. After a moment she gained control of her weak, shaky legs and stepped inside just as the doors began to close on her. She only just made it through, yanking her purse through the closing gap, but not before she'd triggered the sensor. The doors sprang back open for a moment before closing again.

 

God, this is embarrassing!, thought Pam. She couldn't have looked any more like a rube if she tried, screwing up an entrance to an elevator while wearing clothes this guy would hesitate to use as dish cloths. She stood facing the door, desperate to reach the ground floor and escape, but until then she was forced to stand against the mirrored walls, visible to the godlike stranger from every angle.

 

Pam couldn't tell if it was just her humiliated mind playing tricks on her but it seemed as if he was watching her with quiet amusement. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she caught a glimpse of a smirk in his distorted reflection. She wasn't surprised. It was clear that he lived in a world populated only with strong, confident, well-dressed and beautiful women. Pam obviously fell miles short.

 

She imagined he'd be whisked from the front of the building into a waiting limo that would take him to his luxurious penthouse or a restaurant where the appetizers cost the same as a week's rent. He'd never be forced to come into contact with women like Pam. His life would be free of unremarkable women who buy their clothes in the sales, or even check the price tag. He'd probably never met a woman who wore plain white panties with perished elastic at the waist. He lived in a world in which women wore lingerie 24/7. He could have anyone he pleased.

 

Pam's cheeks grew crimson as the elevator moved as if through molasses. The display told her they were at the 8th floor but she felt as if she'd already been there an hour. She willed the red LCD to count down more quickly, begging for this moment to be over.

 

Suddenly, cruelly, as if guided by a spiteful God, the lights went out and the car ground to a halt. A loud alarm filled the darkness and Pam flinched with shock. After a few moments the lights returned, but the only sound was the alarm. They were still.

 

Why are we not moving?, thought Pam, feeling panic rising in her throat. She clutched her purse with white knuckles, praying to feel the jolt of the car begin to descend. She didn't enjoy tight spaces at the best of times, but right now she'd sell her soul to be free of the elevator. She was desperate to be among her own kind, the hopeless wage slaves riding the bus home to their cramped apartments. Every moment she spent in this man's presence was another moment she knew she was beneath him.

 

Behind her she heard the man sigh softly, and a moment later he stepped forward beside her and pulled open a panel beneath the keypad. With a flick of the switch the alarm stopped, its painful trill echoing for a moment through the car, and in the sudden silence the man reached for the red emergency telephone.

 

'This is Robert Foster in the express elevator. Is there a problem?'

 

The timid, tinny voice that replied through a speaker mounted by the phone was apologetic. 'I'm sorry, Mr Foster. We lost power for a moment. The backup generators have kicked in, but we think the cut may have tripped the circuit breakers for the elevators. Sit tight, we'll have you moving in just a few minutes. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, sir.'

 

Pam felt her panic subside, replaced by a touch of amusement. The famously surly technicians in the building would have, as Arnie always put it when they had problems with the old, temperamental electrics, 'counseled patience' if it had been Pam on the phone. In other words they would have told her to 'hold your fuckin' horses and wait for us to get to you.' Whoever this Mr Foster was he certainly seemed to merit special treatment.

 

The man replaced the phone in its cradle and glanced at his watch, sighing with frustration. Pam waited for him to move back to his old spot but he remained beside her, towering over her diminutive form. Foster had a good 6 inches on her, and in the suddenly claustrophobic space she felt as if he controlled it all. There wasn't an inch of space in the elevator that didn't feel like it belonged to him.

 

Including her.

 

Pam began to feel even more self conscious, as if she were trespassing in the man's home. She tried to shrink even further but it just wasn't enough. She imagined her cheap, drugstore scent filling the elevator, invading the nostrils of this man, evicting the fresh air and overwhelming his own expensive cologne. Nothing about her could possibly match up to him. She furtively sniffed the air, and in her mind she detected nothing but her own cloying, unpleasant scent. He must be disgusted to even share his space with me, she thought.

 

So why is he standing so close?

 

She could pick up his scent now, rich and fresh with tones of citrus. Despite his cool, relaxed appearance there was also an edge of sweat, masculine and rough, along with the deep, warm scent of his leather briefcase. She took a deep breath of him, wishing she could, just for a moment, bury her face in his chest and take a long, deep draught.

 

In moments she felt that familiar sensation of arousal. Between her legs, beneath her ugly polyester skirt and the cheap, thin cotton of her panties she felt a tingling sensation, a feeling deep inside that called out in hunger. It was a feeling she knew well after many months without a date, so many long nights alone with only her fingers, her vibrator and her imagination for company. It was a feeling that haunted her at the slightest provocation and overwhelmed her until she was sated. She'd have to masturbate the moment she got home. Maybe even before that, maybe in the bathroom on the ground floor. If she didn't touch herself she knew the lust would tear her to shreds. Her pussy was already on fire. She felt as if she'd explode at the slightest touch.

 

Pam knew he could hear her breath quicken, a shallow pant that only served to increase her arousal. She couldn't help herself. Images flashed through her mind of their naked bodies writhing around the floor of the elevator. She couldn't stop herself from imaging the taste of him as she gratefully worshiped his manhood, thanking him as he used her, begging him for more until he came in her, over her, filling her with his gift until she overflowed. She wished she could turn to him, to use this blessed private moment to pounce, to offer herself as a gift. She'd do anything for this man. This god. She'd happily belong to him.

 

Her arousal was tinged with shame and embarrassment. Pam knew this man was as far above her as she was above a dog in the street. There was no way he could possibly be attracted to a woman like her with her dowdy clothes, her plain face and her dull personality. Someone like her could never be with a man like him. She didn't deserve it.

 

And then she felt him. A hand came to rest on the small of her back, touching her confidently and without embarrassment. There was no hesitation on his part. It was a touch that suggested ownership. She felt the hand push her forward slowly but firmly until her belly pressed against the mirrored doors of the elevator car.

 

Pam's breath came quickly now she felt the cold steel of the door against her body. His hold on her was absolute. His large, strong hand closed over her back almost completely, easily blocking any attempt to twist from his grip. She was powerless. She couldn't even bring herself to speak. What are you doing? She knew she should yell out, fight back, reach in her purse for her mace, kick out with a heel. She knew this was wrong, but her body was frozen stiff.

 

The smell of his cologne overwhelmed her now, filling the small space as his breath quickened and the air grew warm around them. It was intoxicating. She felt lightheaded and weak. Her mind raced with fear, confusion and excitement. What does he want with me? Despite her fear, though, she still made no move to resist.

 

The man released her from his hold for a moment, sliding his hand up her back until he reached the back of her neck, pushing her head down the door until she was bent awkwardly forward at the waist. Pam felt his free hand dip to the back of her knee, pulling her legs open commandingly. She almost stumbled on her heels but his firm grip steadied her until she stood sprawled against the door with her legs splayed open, her cheek pressed against the cold steel.

 

'Please...' Her voice was little more than a whisper, and as she felt his hand slide up her inner thigh she lost even that. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her panties, her breath escaping her lungs as he kneaded her between her legs for a moment before hooking a finger beneath the fabric and roughly pulling them down her legs.

 

The loose, cheap panties slipped down her thighs and bunched around her splayed knees, and with a quick, hard yank he pulled the fabric until it tore, the perished elastic snapping painfully against her legs.

 

'Ow! You're hurting me!' Her voice wavered, full of fear and shock but as weak as a light breeze. She could barely even hear herself speak.

 

He spanked her ass with a palm, hard. 'Quiet! I don't want to hear you talk.' His voice was commanding, as if there was no possibility it could be disobeyed, and even with panic flowing through her she felt its cool, calming effect. Her voice died in her throat. There was nothing she could do to stop him, and despite the fear she realized she didn't want to.

 

Pam's body called out commands that overrode her mind and she was shocked to find herself pressing back, pushing her body toward him, gyrating her hips against his crotch, feeling his erection swelling against her thigh. Even when he released his grip from her neck she made no move, just stayed in the position he'd placed her, presenting herself to him and waiting for him to take her.

 

The skirt was next to go. He tugged violently at the zipper running down the side until it gave way and the polyester fell in a crumpled heap to her ankles. She was exposed now, her pussy spread open invitingly between her legs. She knew she was dripping wet, and as soon as he ran his fingers between her legs her arousal was obvious. He sighed with approval as he ran his fingers along the moist, glistening lips of her pussy, and Pam sensed him smile as she took a deep, shuddering breath and her legs quaked and wobbled beneath her.

 

She risked a glance behind her. The man was looming over her, tugging his erect cock from his pants. In his eyes she saw hunger. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if trying to draw out this moment as long as possible. He raised a hand and another ringing slap hit her ass, more painful now she was naked.

 

'Face forward!', he growled. Her head spun back to the door and he pushed her face roughly against it. She wanted to cry out, to show her pain, but instead she bit her lip and gripped the waist high railing with all her strength. In a daze she noticed her breath condensing on the steel, blurring the reflection of the man behind her.

 

The moment Mr Foster pushed himself inside Pam every shred of fear instantly evaporated. All confusion vanished. As his hands firmly gripped her waist and held her steady as he guided himself into her she submitted to him. Her eager, dripping pussy pushed back onto his thick erection without any input from her conscious self. Her body knew what it wanted, and it didn't care how it happened. Her body didn't need consent. It didn't need flowers and candy. All it needed was him. It needed this strong, powerful man to take what he wanted. She'd dreamed of this moment a thousand times, touching herself while imaging his strong hands on her, and finally her dream had become reality.

 

His cock went deep - too deep - with the first thrust. He gave her everything he had, pushing himself inside her until she felt the taut, firm muscles of his stomach on her quivering ass. She flinched and pulled herself forward, but that only encouraged him to push deeper. His hands gripped her around the waist awkwardly, catching and pulling on her blouse, and after a moment he lost patience, reached around to the front and tugged it firmly until the buttons popped to the floor.

 

Balancing her on his hard, long cock he pulled the blouse over her shoulders, tugging hard until her arms were behind her back. Pam couldn't see what he was doing but a moment later realized he'd knotted the fabric behind her, pinning her arms behind her and leaving her off balance, relying on Foster to hold her upright.

 

That, at least, wasn't a problem. With incredible strength Foster lifted her bodily, swinging her right leg over his head until she was facing him, her ass supported firmly by his huge hands and her back braced against the elevator doors. Now he had complete control over her he began once against to fuck her deep, sliding smoothly in and out of her soaked, dripping pussy.

 

Pam's pinned arms left her small, pert breasts uncovered and thrust out ahead of her, and she shuddered with delight as he chose to enjoy them. His head dipped to her chest as he fucked her, and Pam felt the beginnings of an earth shaking orgasm the moments his lips met her nipple. She felt her pussy clench and begin to spasm as his tongue ran across her, uncontrollable waves of joy making her squirm in his strong hands.

 

Suddenly Pam felt herself fall to the ground, landing awkwardly on her back. She rolled onto her side in time to feel a sharp, ringing slap to her ass, and seconds later Foster had a firm grip on her shoulder and hauled her to her knees.

 

'How dare you come before I do.' His voice held no anger, just a firm declaration of the way it should be. 'You come when I give you permission, and not a moment sooner. Understand?'

 

Pam nodded meekly, battling to pull back her climax. 'I'm sorry,' she almost cried. It was already too late - she could feel her juices dripping down her inner thighs as her pussy quaked with ecstasy - but she chewed her lip and remained silent as the storm raged within her body.

 

Inches from her lips was the glistening head of Foster's glorious cock, soaked with her juices and throbbing in time with his pulse. She barely had time to take a breath before he pushed it on her, forcing open her lips with the thick glans. The salty, sweet taste filled her mouth and her orgasm doubled in force.

 

This had been the focus of so many of her fantasies, kneeling before her Man of Steel and gratefully servicing him. It was exactly as she'd dreamed. She felt his heartbeat pulse through the hot, wet shaft as it rested on her tongue and his powerful hands pulled her onto him, bobbing her head back and forth and forcing her to take him deeper. She took it all happily, stretching her lips to accommodate his impressive girth until it hurt.

 

Saliva dripped down her chin to her breasts, and the sound of his ragged breath echoed in the tight space along with the slurp and smack of her wet lips closed around him in an deep, erotic kiss. She only wished her arms were free so that she could grip his firm, muscular buttocks and pull him deeper into her. She wanted to draw him in completely, pull him down her throat and into her body so he was always with her.

 

His orgasm came without warning, exploding in her mouth with the force of a fire hydrant. As his jet of cum exploded on her lips he groaned heavily and pulled out of her, spraying across her face and chest with abandon. He stumbled backwards as his cum dripped from Pam's mouth and admired his handiwork.

 

No sooner has his red, thickly veined cock stopped gushing did he reach behind her, his searing hot, firm member slapping her in the face, to untie her hands. When she was free he hauled her across the elevator floor and left her on her ass against the back wall.

 

'Make yourself come,' he ordered, slipping his cock slowly back into his pants. 'I want to watch you.'

 

Pam rubbed her aching wrists and began to wipe the cum from her face before Foster wagged his finger. 'Did I tell you to clean yourself?'

 

'I'm sorry,' she whispered with deference. With one hand she took a hard, pink nipple between her fingers, and the other she dropped between her legs, teasing her throbbing, aching clit while he looked on.

 

Without warning the elevator jolted to a start, moving so suddenly that Pam flinched with shock. She reached out for her panties in panic.

 

'Did I tell you to stop?' he asked, standing on the sad scrap of cotton he'd torn from her.

 

She looked at him beseechingly. 'But...' The floor display read 5. She only had a few seconds before the car would reach the lobby.

 

'I told you to make yourself come for me. Do it.'

 

'Please...' The display read 3. Just moments now.

 

His expression turned harsh. 'Come, or tomorrow you look for a new job.'

 

Pam's hand reached her pussy just as the elevator reached the ground floor. The door slid open to reveal the lobby, empty at this hour but still open. Anyone could walk by at any moment and yet Foster simply stood there, barring her way, waiting to watch her climax. He unzipped his pants and drew out his cock once again, stroking it into life as Pam caressed herself.

 

Her dripping pussy responded to the sight of his erection instantly, quivering under her slender, most fingers. She could feel her orgasm approach even as the sound of voices echoed from the lobby. People were approaching, but now there was nothing that could stop her from coming. She was beyond caring about being caught. Her body screamed out as her fingers moved frantically against her swollen clit, jolts of electricity firing through her body. Her panting turned to groaning that echoed loudly into the lobby. Foster's hand moved more quickly on his own body, stroking the thick head of his shaft until he had to support himself against the wall. His cum burst out onto Pam's chest as she opened her lips to form an ecstatic gasp, and at the height of her climax Foster thrust himself forward, crouching to push himself firmly into her mouth.

 

Pam sucked and licked dreamily, soaked fingers still playing on her twitching, convulsing clit. Her stomach muscles spasmed and her wet, quivering ass slid across the floor as she lost control of her body. Her senses were overwhelmed. She could barely feel her fingers feverishly moving over her slippery clit anymore, and her nose was full of the rich, deep scent of her master's body. She was buried in him, drinking him in and hungrily lapping at him as she came. There was nowhere else she'd rather be, nobody else she'd rather serve. It was perfect.

 

Her eyes were closed tight as he slid himself from her slurping mouth. She was delirious, knocked senseless by her orgasm, and when her eyelids finally fluttered open she saw he was leaving,stepping out into the lobby without a word.

 

She rose on shaking legs, gathering her torn clothes and wiping her wet, dripping body down. For the first time she wondered how she'd get home. She couldn't possibly ride the bus like this.

 

Pam stumbled through the lobby quickly, rushing to the door away from the sound of voices near the stairwell. She pulled her buttonless blouse tightly around her, trying to remember if there was a store nearby where she could buy a cheap replacement.

 

She nearly burst into tears when she realized she only had $5 in her purse. She'd left her cards at home.

 

Stepping out into the cold evening air Pam was distraught, ashamed of what she'd done and terrified that, if she could even make it home without dying of embarrassment, she'd arrive at the office the following day to find a pink slip. She felt small and inconsequential. Tears pricked at her eyes and she cursed herself, this city and the man who had used and abandoned her.

 

And then she saw the black limo purring by the sidewalk. The door was open, and in the dim light she saw a man waiting inside. He had a strong jaw, an impeccable suit and deep, dark eyes you could lose yourself in for days.

 

He waited.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ON HIS ORDERS

 

DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

 

by

 

Aya Fukunishi

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

The note was waiting on Pam's desk when she arrived at the office. It was in a simple white envelope, her name handwritten on the front.

 

This is it, she thought, tears threatening to prick at her eyes. He's going to fire me.

 

It was three days since they'd met in the elevator. He'd used her, roughly, violently controlling her in every way he'd desired. When he was done he left her lying in his juices, her clothes torn and ragged. She'd become a different person in that moment: more sexual, more free while at the same time abandoning freedom. She'd never felt so aroused. Never believed it possible that her body could respond to cruelty and control so readily, so eagerly.

 

She'd felt so ashamed when he left her. Her skin glistened with his cum. Her clothes were unfit to wear on the street. She was terrified, mortified that anyone might see her.

 

But he'd waited. He'd collected her from the front of the building, beckoning her into his limo and ferrying her home in near silence. The only words he'd spoken were to demand her address, and then he'd settled into the leather seat with a newspaper, acting as if she wasn't there.

 

The journey had taken twenty minutes. Pam had spent the trip sitting carefully, trying to touch the seat as little as possible so as to avoid dirtying his car with his own cum. One drip from her chin onto the seat had drawn a stern glance, and she knew he wouldn't tolerate any more mess.

 

Robert Foster, she'd learned, wasn't just any suit from the 45th floor. The man who'd taken what he wanted from her was the principal shareholder in her company. She'd looked him up online soon after he dumped her unceremoniously outside her apartment building. Foster was 35 years old and the heir to a vast fortune; a fortune that had only grown larger under his stewardship. He'd invested wisely, bought companies across the world and quickly turned his millions into billions.  He was a wunderkind, the golden boy of the corporate world. He transformed everything he touched. He had a gift, but he also had... appetites.

 

Foster had no official role at the company but he maintained an office up on the 45th floor. He ran his empire from there, and there was no question that his was the voice that steered the fortunes of everyone in the building.

 

And now he was going to fire her.

 

All weekend she'd feared this. She knew he couldn't have her walking the halls, talking to anyone who'd listen about the man upstairs who'd taken advantage of her in the elevator. Nobody would believe her but it was too messy to leave such a loose end. She'd be fired, she knew, and he'd find some way to keep her quiet.

 

For ten minutes she sat and stated at the envelope sitting innocently on her desk. She didn't dare open it, preferring to pretend none of this had ever happened. She hadn't worked late Friday. She hadn't called the executive elevator. He hadn't been waiting inside. It was all a dream. This was just a Monday like any other.

 

Pam closed her eyes and massaged the bridge of her nose. This is how it ends, she thought. Eight years in the same job over because I lost control just once. She looked at the envelope one last time through blurred, wet eyes and tore it open.

 

It wasn't a pink slip. It was a note, handwritten on plain white paper.

 

Your clothing won't do. Change it now. Come to 45 at 1PM. RF.

 

A second envelope was hidden inside the first. It contained a wad of $100 bills. Lots of them. Jesus!, thought Pam, almost falling out of her chair. There must be $5,000 here!

 

Attached to the wad of bills was a business card, plain and simple, the only words an address on Mulberry in Nolita. No name, just the address. 221b Mulberry.

 

Pam glanced at her watch with a start. It was 9:45 already. If she was to make it downtown and back by one she'd have to leave right away. She grabbed her jacket and bustled out the door, almost knocking Artie down as he lumbered into the office.

 

Artie laughed. 'Hey, where's the fire?'

 

'No time, Art. Gotta run. I'll explain later.'

 

She had no way of knowing that she'd never return to the 12th floor.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

The card led Pam to a door hidden in an alcove between a vintage clothing store and a dry cleaner halfway down Mulberry. Her cab driver had struggled to find it and eventually she had to get out and walk down the street, counting off the numbers above the doors.

 

This door was the epitome of anonymous, simple red painted wood without a nameplate or even a number. She wasn't even sure it was the right place, but the dry cleaner was 221 and the vintage store was 223. This had to be the right place.

 

The door clicked open before she even pressed the buzzer. She looked up with surprise and saw there was a camera discreetly hidden in the ceiling of the alcove. Whoever was inside must have seen her.

 

Behind the door there was nothing to suggest where she was. It was a simple hallway leading to a flight of stairs, clean but dimly lit. Hesitantly, wishing she could turn back and flee with every step, Pam shuffled along the hall and climbed the stairs. When she reached the top she found an open doorway leading into a large, bright room. There was silence within.

 

'Ah, Miss Rose, I presume?' Pam almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the booming voice call to her. 'Come on through, my dear, come on through. I'm Mr Trim, but you may feel free to call me Bertie, if you prefer. My word, you look like you've seen a ghost! Are you quite alright, my dear?'

 

Pam tried to control her breathing. She felt her pulse pounding, and she could feel her entire body shaking. 'I... I'm sorry, I'm just a little out of sorts.'

 

Now she had a moment to take in her surroundings she was surprised at what she found. The room was filled with tailor's mannequins, rolls of fabric and large tables covered in half finished clothing. In the middle of it all stood a heavily overweight, red faced Englishman wearing a voluminous suit matched with a colorful, loud cravat.

 

'Can I interest you in a soothing cup of tea, my dear? You look like you could use one. Or perhaps something a little stronger?' His voice raised hopefully through the second question, and he seemed disappointed when Pam shook her head.

 

'Thank you, I'm fine.'

 

'I suppose you're right, my love, the morning is no time for libations. I hope you don't mind if I partake. I'm afraid I never learned to resist the call. Now, I take it from your look of surprise and wonder that Robert neglected to tell you why he sent you to my humble workshop? No? Well, he always was one for discretion. Not, I might add, an undesirable quality when dealing with someone in my profession.'

 

Pam shook her head, confused. 'I'm sorry to be rude, but could you please explain why I've been sent here? This cloak and dagger stuff is all a little much for me.'

 

Bertie smiled warmly, pouring himself a large glass of wine. 'Of course, my precious, of course. I apologize for the ramblings of an old drunkard. Well, as you can see I am an artist. My canvas is the human body. I create very specific works for a very specific audience, mon cheri, of which our mutual friend Mr Foster is one of the most ardent and devoted members.' He moved around the room like a ship under sail, spilling his drink over the glossy wood floor each time he turned in a new direction.

 

'Specific works?' Pam didn't like the sound of where this was going.

 

'Oh yes, my dear, yes indeed. I create clothing to cater to all manner of tastes, you see, and the good Mr Foster has extremely exacting requirements. As you'll see I'm able to secrete a number of interesting features into outfits you could comfortably wear on the street without drawing unwanted attention.' Bertie drained his glass and made to pour another. 'Would you like to see the outfit I've made for you?'

 

'You've made something for me? But what about my size?'

 

'Don't fret, my dear Miss Rose, it's all been taken care of. Mr Foster, along with his more profitable talents, has an excellent eye for sizing. I always tell him he should have been a tailor, though I suppose he took the more lucrative path, more's the pity. Come along, my delightful amuse bouche. Allow me to introduce you to my latest creation.'

 

Bertie wobbled across the room as if pulled by the tide, steadying himself against tables as he moved. Eventually he reached a slim tailor's dummy at the back of the room and theatrically whipped off the sheet covering it.

 

Pam didn't know what she'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. The mannequin was dressed in... well, it was just a suit. It was a nice suit, certainly, and clearly of a quality finer than anything she'd ever worn, but it barely warranted Bertie's dramatic flourish.

 

'It's... nice,' she said, carefully. From Bertie's expression it was clear he expected a stronger reaction.

 

'Nice? Nice? My dear, this is my Mona Lisa. This is my David. This... this is beautiful! Look, try it on and then tell me it's just nice.'

 

Pam looked awkwardly at the floor as Bertie pulled the suit from the mannequin, muttering under his breath. 'Nice! I'll show you nice, damned slip of a girl.'

 

It was only when the outfit began to slide from the mannequin that Pam understood Bertie's reaction. Beneath the simple, plain exterior of the suit were things she didn't recognize The skirt seemed to be fitted with some sort of attachment, and the collar of the jacket seemed as if it was hiding something that ran down the lapel. This clearly was no ordinary suit.

 

'What's that? The thing on the skirt?'

 

Bertie grinned devilishly. 'Try it on and you'll see, my dear.'

 

As he prepared the outfit for her Pam stripped unselfconsciously. Bertie, she guessed by his manner, was gay, and she felt completely comfortable exposing herself in front of him.

 

'My my, he does have a good eye, doesn't he?' Bertie watched her closely as she undressed. 'I can see why he likes you.'

 

Pam didn't have a clue what he meant. She knew she was nothing special in any way. She was attractive in a plain, ordinary way, but she certainly didn't turn any heads as she walked into a room. Bertie, though, along with Foster himself, seemed to see something in her she failed to see herself. What it was she couldn't guess.

 

She turned to the outfit laid out before her, and as soon as she lifted the skirt she knew what it was.

 

'Yes, you'll want to remove your panties before trying it on, my love. I'm afraid you might find the fabric a little constrictive otherwise.'

 

Attached to the waist of the skirt, hidden from view, was a thin belt. At the front of the skirt the belt connected to a rubber strap that reached down a few inches, at the end of which hung a slim, black shaft several inches long.

 

It was a dildo.

 

Bertie's tone suddenly turned stern and professional. 'Mr Foster's instructions are that you wear this at all times during your workday. You must not remove it without Mr Foster's permission. At his request you will display yourself to him. I've arranged for a number of similar items in various styles to be delivered to your home address. You'll see that there's also a second attachment should Mr Foster wish to add a little something for your rear end, but that will be at my client's discretion.'

 

Bertie watched as Pam slipped carefully into the skirt, hesitating when the black, smooth dildo touched her. 'You'll grow accustomed to it, my precious, don't worry. As you can see it has been designed to remain comfortable for extended use.'

 

She saw he was right. Rather than a simple tube the dildo was narrow and flatter than the one she had at home, narrowing at the center of the shaft to fit comfortably inside without chafing her as she walked. It took her five minutes to work up the courage to slip it inside her - with the help of a tube of lubricant Bertie provided - but when she did she realized it didn't hurt at all. In fact, she was surprised to realize it felt good. Incredible, even.

 

'Why don't you take it for a spin?', suggested Bertie, taking her by the hand and leading her slowly around the room. The moment she took her first step her legs quivered beneath her, and it was only Bertie's surprisingly firm grip that kept her from tumbling to the ground. It felt like she was being fucked with every slightest movement. The shaft slid in and out of her with each step, moving inside her like a live animal. She found herself gasping after a short walk around the room. Her nipples stood to attention and her skin was covered in goosebumps.

 

'Good, isn't it? I must admit I have more than one pair of trousers with an attached butt plug. It does so help pass a dreary day. Now, let's see what else we have.'

 

Bertie handed her a stack of neatly folded white blouses boasting similar features. A circle of fabric had been cut out of each at the nipples, and into the back were woven thick strings that crossed from the middle of the back down to the waist. Bertie explained that these strings allowed Mr Foster to cinch in her waist if he so pleased, and again he reeled off the instruction that she was to always wear them to work.

 

'Now we come to the jacket,' he said, smiling at her bizarre appearance, her pert pink nipples poking from her blouse while she wriggled around, enjoying the feeling of the dildo deep inside her. 'You'll notice, I'm sure, an additional thickness around the collar leading down to the lapel. This houses your leash. Mr Foster may wish to lead you, and while I believe it's not usually his thing I took the liberty of adding the function.'

 

Pam slipped the jacket over her shoulders and buttoned it up. Like the skirt and shirt it fit like a second skin, better than anything she'd ever worn. She couldn't explain the feelings rushing through her, but she knew she didn't want them to stop. The way she was treated like a pet, given stern instructions and told Mr Foster may choose to punish her sent a thrill of excitement crashing through her body. With each new instruction a jolt of electricity hit her, and already she felt her juices drip down her inner thighs.

 

Pam didn't know what had come over her. It was as if her encounter in the elevator just days earlier had unleashed some subservient creature, a part of her personality that had forever remained hidden and was now allowed to run free. She felt liberated. Free from choice; from the pressure to make any kind of decision. Her whole life she'd been weighed down by the burden of responsibility. Caring for her junky brother, getting ahead at work, scrimping and saving to pay the rent. Now, dressed as Foster's pet, she felt all of that pressure float away. She was lighter than air.

 

Bertie presented the bill, an even $5,000, and Pam realized she hadn't brought her purse. Apart from the money in the envelope she had nothing to pay for a cab, no way to get back uptown. She asked Bertie if she could keep hold of $10.

 

'I'm afraid not, precious. Mr Foster's instructions were quite clear. He'd like you to walk back to the office and meet him there at 1PM. I'd hurry, if I were you. You have only 30 minutes and I take it Mr Foster does not appreciate tardiness. I'll bid you adieu, Miss Rose, and I hope to meet again in the future.'

 

With that he swept out of the room, humming to himself as if she'd already left. 30 minutes? The office is 15 blocks from here! How can I walk that far with this thing between my legs?

 

 

Chapter Three

 

Pam stumbled down the stairs, bracing herself against the wall as she moved slowly, her legs quivering beneath her. The dildo slipping inside her with each step felt like it was growing, pulsating stronger each second it was inside her.

 

She fumbled clumsily with the catch in the dim light for a moment before the door swung open, almost falling out onto the street as she pulled the door closed behind her. She made the mistake of crouching down against the door to rest, and as she lowered herself to the ground the shaft slid deep inside her, filling her all the way to its base. Pam gasped, mercifully hidden from the sidewalk in the shadow of the alcove, and her vision blurred as she felt her climax arrive. Her soaked pussy clenched tight around the firm shaft and convulsed, shifting it ever deeper inside her.

 

Minutes past before she felt able to stand. She tried to bring her panting under control but it was no use. Her tender depths were on fire, shocked by the slightest movement.

 

Come on, Pam, get it together. 25 minutes to get back to the office!

 

Steeling herself, Pam forced her expression into something approaching normalcy. She fought to relax her body, shaking her arms to loosen up. Still her pussy cried out but she knew she had no choice but to walk. She couldn't disappoint Mr Foster. Who knew what he'd do if she returned late?

 

The cool air on the street brought her back to her senses, flowing through her and invigorating her like a cold shower. The breeze climbed up her skirt, chilling the juices running down her thighs. It invaded her, slipping beneath her jacket and playing on her firm, exposed nipples. She couldn't believe she felt this way out in public, standing just feet away from the yellow cabs and bike couriers sailing by.

 

Pam turned north out onto Mulberry, walking slowly as she grew more accustomed to the object filling her. She walked past a pair of old men playing chess on an upturned milk crate out front of the dry cleaner, and to her surprise she felt a thrill as they paid her no attention.

 

I could be coming right now and they wouldn't have a clue! The thought thrilled her, and she found herself enjoying the walk. People passing by didn't give her a second look. Mothers with children, students walking out of the vintage store, workmen laying pylons around a cracked paving slab. None of them knew what was slipping inside her as she walked by. Why have I never done this before?

 

Pam realized as she walked that she'd never felt so sexual. All her life she'd thought of her sexuality as something that lived apart from the rest of her; something that should only be brought out at the right moment, and always in private. Now, though, as she stumbled slowly north towards Union Square, she knew that her sexual self was at her very core. It was right that it live alongside her, out in the open. She may not look like a catwalk model, but she deserved to live just as openly as a sexual creature.

 

She also knew that one man owned that part of her, and that she must return to him now.

 

The people changed as she walked north. Bohemian fashions gave way to sober suits as she reached Broadway, as she cut across the diagonal up to Madison Square Park and Fifth Avenue. She noticed the men looking at her, appraising her as she walked by in her beautiful new suit. One man smiled as she passed, a man more attractive than any she'd dared speak to before. She ignored him, enjoying the secret between her thighs and the fact that he'd never get to enjoy her. She knew she was exuding sexiness like she never had before. She sensed that the men she passed saw through her old shell as it fell away from her with every step.

 

She also knew she'd never make it back to the office in time. There was only five minutes left as she passed 25th Street, still blocks from the office a block south of the Empire State Building. She quickened her pace, her legs no longer quivering as she walked. The dildo inside her felt like a part of her now, a part that kept bringing joy with each step closer to the man who had bought it for her. She never wanted to remove it.

 

Finally, sweating despite the chill air, Pam reached the lobby. She strode across the marble floor quickly and confidently, her heels beating out a rhythm as she moved. She stood by the express elevator without hesitation, feeling she belonged on the upper floors already, and strode into the car along with a group of well-dressed executives.

 

As soon as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise Pam smelled her scent in the close, warm air. At first she imagined it was just the memory of what had happened there days earlier, but then she realized the smell was coming from her. It was thick and sweet, the scent of her ripe juices gushing from her pussy. She looked around and saw that nobody in the elevator seemed to notice, but the smell was enough to send her into paroxysms of delight. This was her new scent, replacing the cheap, floral, store bought spray she usually wore to work. From now on every man who came close to her body would smell nothing but her natural aroma. To Pam it was better than the most expensive perfume.

 

She watched the display quickly climb beyond the 12th floor, her usual exit, and continue on towards 45. Higher and higher, transporting her to her new place beside Foster; beneath him; anywhere he wanted, so long as it was close. Where she belonged. Where she deserved to be.

 

The elevator slowed to a gentle stop, and even the cushioned jolt when it reached the top floor was enough to make her squirm delightfully. The dildo felt like it became weightless for a beautiful moment, lifting deeper into her. It felt perfect.

 

The receptionist recognized her as soon as she stepped from the elevator, beckoning her over to the desk. 'You're late, Miss Rose. Mr Foster has been waiting for you in conference room one. I wouldn't keep him waiting any longer if I were you.'

 

Pam suddenly felt a touch of fear as the woman led her down the hallway. What will Foster do to me? Will he punish me? Will it hurt?

 

She tried to breathe steadily. She knew she'd do anything he demanded of her. It didn't matter if it hurt or not. Right now, after walking clear from downtown with her pussy teased all the way, there was nothing she wouldn't do to earn another moment with him.

 

Robert Foster was standing beside the window as she was led into the room, silently watching the city as if he owned everything he could see. In passing it occurred to Pam that he may. He could afford to buy and sell anything he pleased.

 

She stood in silence waiting for him to react to her arrival, sensing that he wouldn't appreciate her speaking first. He just stood there, catching the afternoon sun on his face. His jacket was draped over the back of a chair at the head of the desk, and he stood with rolled up shirtsleeves as if he'd just gone twelve rounds with the board.

 

'I thought my instructions were clear, Miss Rose,' he said, still staring out at the city. 'I'd swear I asked you to be here at one. It's now...' - he glanced at his wristwatch - '1:10, and only now do you deign to grace me with your presence. Can you not follow a simple order?'

 

Pam was shocked at how aroused she felt as he spoke. His scolding was like being whipped with scented bootlaces. 'I'm sorry, sir. I walked as fast as I could.'

 

'Well,' he replied, 'it looks like I'll have to train this tardiness out of you. If you want to work up here you'll soon learn to follow my instructions to the letter. Take a seat.'

 

Pam scurried over to the table red faced, pulling out a chair beside the one on which Foster had draped his jacket. As she sat the dildo pulled at her, lifting up against her firm, aching clit. She couldn't help but gasp.

 

'You're enjoying my gift, I see. I trust the fit is correct?'

 

Her voice was little more than a whisper. 'Yes, sir, it's perfect. Thank you.' Pam wondered if she'd ever be able to speak up in Foster's presence. She couldn't imagine doing so. Whenever she thought about that square jaw, his strong hands and powerful, thrusting cock she turned from lioness to kitten. The strength and confidence she'd felt walking up to the office was all but gone.

 

He rolled down his sleeves and picked up his jacket as he spoke. 'I'll be chairing a meeting in a moment, and I'd like you to sit in on it.'

 

'Yes sir,' she replied quietly. 'Would you like me to take the minutes?'

 

Foster smiled and shook his head, pulling on his jacket. 'No, Miss Rose, I'd like you under the table. Hurry now, the board will be here in a moment.'

 

In an instant he reached out for the lapel of her jacket, tugging the hidden strap beneath. A short retractable leash rolled out from the neck, and with a sharp tug down Pam was pulled to her knees. 'There's a good girl, you just climb right on under.'

 

Almost as soon as she was hidden from sight the first board member walked in. Pam could only see a pair of heels and slender legs. She listened to the slightly muffled pleasantries exchanged between Mr Foster and the new arrival. More people entered, a dozen or so in quick succession, and Pam had to quickly shuffle out of the way to avoid being seen as they pulled back their chairs.

 

Foster took a seat at the head of the table, only recognizable by the distinctive pinstripe of his trousers, and Pam carefully crawled toward him. She saw that he'd attached her leash to a hook beside him on the underside of the table, and as she crawled slowly past the legs of the board members he reached down to give it a light tug.

 

Above her she heard the familiar chatter of a typical board meeting, dull and dry, filled with updates of product lines she'd never heard of. It was clear from Foster's voice that he found it all painfully boring.

 

Finally she reached him. She kneeled on all fours between his open legs, her knees scratching against the rough carpet and the dildo pulling tight against her clit, and reached up to his fly. Beneath it she felt him already swelling, sensing the heat of his cock through the fabric. She gently, carefully pulled down the zipper and reached inside to free him, finding him growing by the second under the table.

 

His erection popped out eagerly, growing by the second in her hands. For a moment she crouched with it resting in her palm as she watched it swell, excited and grateful at the thought that Foster was thinking of her as he grew harder.

 

First she wrapped her fist delicately around the shaft, lifting it as it grew more solid beneath her fingers. She dipped her head between his legs and drew her tongue across his hot, tight ball sac, and grinned to herself as she heard his voice catch in his throat above the table. He covered it with a cough.

 

Already the tip of his cock was growing wet. In the dim light beneath the table she could see a tiny bead of clear liquid form, and she delighted in licking it off with the wet tip of her tongue. She blew lightly on him, feeling his balls tighten with anticipation.

 

The moment she closed her lips over the head she felt something she'd been dreading. His scent filled her nose, driving her insensible with desire, and as the dildo slipped and thrust into her with each movement she knew she was about to come. Since she'd stepped into the elevator she knew it was inevitable. She'd been holding off her arousal, but now her mouth and nose were full of the delicious, intoxicating taste and scent of her man she knew she could resist no longer.

 

She also knew she didn't dare make a sound. To give away the fact that she was down here would be disastrous, she knew, but that thought only made her climax come all the quicker. The idea of being caught with Mr Foster's stiff, thick cock filling her mouth as she lay with a slick black shaft buried deep in her tight, dripping pussy drove her to distraction. She could barely fight the urge to climb out into the room, lay herself naked in the table and invite Foster to take her while everyone watched.

 

Pam gripped Foster's thighs as the first wage of convulsions flowed through her. She pressed her lips tight around his shaft to stop herself from moaning, but nothing could stop the freight train of an orgasm approaching. Her hands automatically moved to her skirt, leaving her weight balanced on the thick shaft of Foster's cock. She pulled up her skirt, forgetting about the dildo attached to it, and almost screamed as it pulled sharply against her throbbing, twitching clit.

 

Now she lay with one hand running along the drenched, gushing lips of her pussy while the other hand hiked her skirt up at the front, forcing the dildo to press hard against her. She could barely breathe. Foster's enormous shaft stretched her lips wide and buried itself in the back of her throat, and her eyes began to water as she gamely tried to run her tongue around the base.

 

Above the desk the meeting was wrapping up, but not quickly enough. She knew she'd be done coming long before the board members left. I can't stay quiet much longer! Get the fuck out!

 

She prayed silently as Foster thanked everyone for their attendance and settled on the date for the next meeting. She squeezed her eyes closed as he asked if there was any other business to attend to, and almost yelled out in thanks when nobody spoke. Now her finger were buried deep inside her, thrusting in and out as she imagined Foster's firm cock filling her. In her mouth she felt him begin to twitch, pulling back slightly as his orgasm grew ever closer. 

 

Finally, a century after it began, the meeting drew to a close. She heard chairs scrape back and footsteps fade away, and eventually Foster's own chair pulled back pulling her with it as her weight shifted forward in his waist.

 

She rolled to the floor, out from under the table and onto her back. Foster looked down hungrily at her convulsing, writhing body. Her jacket hung open and her pink, pert nipples thrust out from the tight holes in her blouse. Her skirt was up around her waist, only attached to her by the shaft still pressing firmly against her red, swollen clitoris. Her eyes were glazed and her lips wet, and Foster grinned at the sight of her frantically slipping her fingers in and out of herself.

 

She could barely mouth her words. Between ragged gasps she implored to him, 'Please! Please fuck me, sir!'. He didn't need to be asked twice. He fell to the ground, looming over her. For a moment she feared a repeat of the sex in the elevator, a rough and desperate fucking that would end with her lying alone in torn clothes.

 

Instead he kissed her, touching her lips with his for the first time. His tongue thrust into her mouth hungrily, passionately, and as it did he reached down and pulled her hands from her pussy, slipped the slick shaft of the dildo carefully from her.

 

He pulled away from her, returning moments later to gently kiss her ear. 'You're beautiful, Miss Rose,' he whispered, his hot breath flowing over her neck. 'You've earned your place.'

 

His words barely registered. The sensations flowing through her were just too strong, unstoppable and overwhelming. She felt Foster straddle her, lowering himself into her and running the top of his hard shaft against her tender, desperately quivering clit. It was all she needed for her climax to reach its peak. She yelled out, moaning at the top of her voice, and as she convulsed beneath him she felt Foster's - Robert's - orgasm arrive. He gushed inside her, filling her to bursting with his juice, and as her voice rose even louder he pressed his lips against hers to silence her cries, redirecting her energy down to her throbbing, aching pussy.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

Pam didn't remember when she passed out, but at some point after the waves of ecstasy had passed her eyes closed and she left the waking world. She woke in confusion, taking a moment to remember where she was.

 

I was in the conference room. I... but why am I here? She noticed for the first time the long, comfortable couch beneath her, and as the fog clouding her mind cleared she saw that she was in another office, richly furnished and cool. She was wrapped in a warm, thick blanket, and she realized she was naked beneath it.

 

A door opened and she flinched, ready to bolt in shame, but when she saw who entered she relaxed instantly. It was Robert.

 

'Where am I?  How did I get here?'

 

Robert smiled, and for the first time Pam noticed the warmth in his eyes. 'This is my office, Pamela. I carried you here. The conference room is just next door.' He set down a tray beside her, on which sat a teapot and two china cups. 'I should apologize. I think I may have asked too much of you to walk around all day with that toy inside. It seems it was a little much for you.'

 

She wanted to protest, assure him that she loved his gift. She'd never felt so alive as she did when she wore it. Even so, to come so hard that she passed out had never happened before. Perhaps he was right.

 

'Now, you just sit there and enjoy your drink. Pamela, we have so much to discuss.'

 

He leaned over to kiss her gently on the forehead, and she couldn't help but smile.

 

Something wonderful was about to happen...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WITH HIS CONSENT

DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

 

by

 

Aya Fukunishi

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

'Pamela, I'd like to tell you a story about a young man with a peculiar gift. Are you sitting comfortably?'

 

Pam shifted deeper into the Chesterfield, burying herself in its thick stuffing. She'd never felt more comfortable in her life. 'Yes, please tell me,' she whispered contentedly. Robert Foster's rich, smooth voice flowed over her like honey.

 

'Well, this young man was fortunate enough to be born into money. Not a great amount, you understand, but his family had always been more than comfortable. He was blessed, you might say. Unfortunately fate has no respect for wealth, and tragedy can strike even the most affluent among us. The young man's parents were taken before their time, and he was left alone in the world. He had money, of course, and people who kept him safe, but it brought little consolation.'

 

Pam looked deep into his eyes and knew that Robert was talking about himself. She'd learned that his parents had been killed in a car accident when he was just twelve years old.

 

'In those first few terrible months the young man was distraught. Everything he'd ever known had been taken from him and he found himself, as the sole beneficiary of his parents' estate, in control of the family business. He was far too young to shoulder such a burden, but he soon discovered something that changed his life forever.

 

'He found that he had an almost preternatural gift for identifying worth. Some called it instinct, intuition or just plain luck, but for whatever reason this young man - this boy - found that he could glance at the balance sheet of any company, walk across a factory floor, and know immediately if the company was worth its stated value. It was a skill that analysts and speculators spend entire careers trying to perfect, and this young boy seemed able to do it without an ounce of training or experience.'

 

Robert sat back in his armchair and reached for the humidor beside it, selecting a thick Cohiba Behike. He rolled it between his fingers for a moment before lighting it with a long wooden match. The tip glowed cherry red as he puffed.

 

'In just a few years the young man became rich beyond his wildest dreams. By the time he graduated college he controlled a business empire almost unrivaled in history. He owned a fleet of private jets, luxury yachts, fast cars and homes everywhere from Jackson Hole to Manhattan to the Champs Élysées. He employed thousands of people around the world. There was nothing he couldn't do. Nothing he couldn't buy.

 

'But then he learned that his gift went even further. He learned that it wasn't only the worth of companies he could analyze, but people. He could meet a CEO and discover in a moment that he was out of his depth, or bump into a hot dog vendor on the street and surmise that he had the potential to change the world. And so he started investing in people. He hired people with no experience and watched them thrive. He put business leaders out to pasture to save them from their own inadequacies.'

 

The cigar smoke drifted towards the ceiling, filling the room with a rich, dark aroma.

 

'And that's how we come to you, Pamela. You may think that our meeting in the elevator was accidental, but you'd be wrong. In fact I've been watching you for months, Miss Rose. Earlier this year your name appeared on my desk as part of a cost cutting proposal. Your position at this company is, as I'm sure you already know, quite superfluous, and your superiors advised me to let you go.'

 

Pam's shock was plain to see. She knew her job was meaningless, but she had no idea she'd even been noticed. After eight years of anonymity she thought nobody even realized she existed.

 

'So I looked over your files, Pamela, and I did some digging. What I found was quite interesting. You came here out of college with high hopes that you'd climb the company ladder. You found yourself transferred after six months to the records department, where you've been ever since. You were on the management fast track, but eventually you requested to remain in your current role - no doubt as a result of the fact that your brother was released into your care from a drug rehab facility, and his ongoing psychological problems were too much of a burden to juggle with a management role. Am I right?'

 

Pam jumped in, speaking for the first time with a hint of anger in her voice. 'How do you know about my brother?' Only her closest friends knew she even had a brother, never mind that he'd been ordered into rehab after breaking into a neighbor’s apartment to fund his heroin addiction. Only Pam knew that his lifestyle had left him mentally unstable and in need of constant care.

 

Robert smiled demurely. 'I apologize for the intrusion, Miss Rose. Few doors are closed to those who can afford the key. I assure you that my curiosity extends only to you, not to your family. In any case the discovery was fortuitous. I've taken the liberty of extending your healthcare policy to cover your family. Your brother will receive the best care available.'

 

The instant she heard his words Pam felt an enormous weight lift from her shoulders and her eyes began to well up. For five years she'd cared for Thomas, putting her life on hold and spending more than she could afford to help him. The prospect of freeing herself from that crushing obligation was too much to consider. She couldn't believe it.

 

'Thank you,' she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

 

Robert smiled warmly, waving away her thanks. 'Your recent troubles aren't what interest me, though. In fact your entire life seems to point towards the conclusion that you are an extraordinary woman beset with difficulties. Your parents, like mine, passed away while you were young. Your brother descended into drug use and petty crime but you, Pamela, worked two jobs to put yourself through college. Despite a no doubt punishing schedule you graduated summa cum laude. Your work here, useless as it was, has always been exemplary, and your co-workers speak highly of you.

 

'After studying your files I came to the conclusion that you, Miss Rose, are just like me. If not for the poor hand life dealt you there's a good chance you could have been sitting in my chair.  The only remaining test was to meet you personally.' Robert chuckled. 'Of course I didn't intend our meeting in the elevator to be your evaluation, but the moment I saw you in person I knew you were the woman I've been looking for. I knew that you possessed the necessary qualities I sought. My instincts, Pamela, are never wrong.'

 

Pam was confused now. 'But what do you want me for? Surely you could have any woman you choose. Why me?'

 

'That may be so,' he replied, 'but I assure you my interest in you is not entirely sexual. Partly, of course, but not entirely. You're right in thinking that I could have my choice of women. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but it's a fact that many women are drawn to power. Unfortunately for me, I don't find most women at all exciting.

 

'You, however, intrigue me. I see great potential in you, and I find that extremely arousing. You could rule the world with the right guidance, and the prospect of dominating you, of putting you in positions that challenge you... that excites me in a way that no mindless supermodel ever could.'

 

Robert tapped a long length of ash into a thick glass ashtray on the table beside him, and sat back with his fingers steepled. 'So I offer you a proposal. You'll come to work on the 45th floor, effective immediately, where you'll begin your training with a view to eventually taking control of this company. Your salary as of today will increase to $400,000, and you'll receive all the perks of the executive level: a car and driver, a luxury apartment overlooking the Park, and various other shiny trinkets we offer to attract the best and the brightest.'

 

Pam was stunned into silence. She'd hardly heard a word beyond '45th floor'. She began to suspect she'd wake up at any moment down on 12, with Arnie flicking elastic bands across the room to shake her from her sleep.

 

'You... you want me to run the company? But I have no idea his to do anything like that. I work in the records department!'

 

Robert smiled. 'You'll learn, Pamela. I know you will. I'm never wrong in these matters.' He set his cigar down in the ashtray and leaned forward in his chair. 'And now we come to the second part of my proposal. Quid pro quo, Miss Rose. I'll give you all of this, but I expect something in return. You know you excite me, though I suspect you don't truly understand why. So, in return for control of this company and more money than you could dream of, I'd like you to become... well, the word 'slave' has such negative connotations. 'Pet' isn't much of an improvement, but I suppose it's appropriate.

 

'In short, I wish to take ownership of your body. You will belong to me to do with as I please, at any time of day or night. You must never question me or refuse to meet my demands. If you find these terms unacceptable you may return to the 12th floor and resume your duties. Your job will be safe, and your brother will receive the care he needs. This is a choice, Pamela. If you choose to be mine it will be of your own free will. I can wait for your answer, if you'd like to think it over.'

 

Pamela didn't need time to think. She knew what she wanted. She'd known since meeting Robert in the elevator. She'd known as she strode through downtown Manhattan with a dildo sliding in and out of her body. She'd certainly known as she lay under the conference room table with Robert's thick, rigid cock resting on her tongue. He was all she wanted.

 

She smiled devilishly. 'When do I start?'

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Pam tried to keep the smile from her face as the gray-suited Human Resources manager, Bill, fumbled with the settings on his camera. For five minutes he'd fiddled with the buttons and lens as if he'd never used it before, and all the while Pam had stood poker straight against the white wall as Robert's cum slid slowly down her inner thigh. He'd finished fucking her on the conference room desk just moments before calling in the fussy little man, and he'd ordered Pam to stay standing with a slim, miniature vibrator tucked into her panties until the photo was taken. He wanted to know, he said, every time he saw her new security pass that she'd been dripping with his juices just moments earlier.

 

'Just... just one more moment, Miss Rose. Sorry about this. My assistant usually takes the photos.'

 

Pam smiled warmly. 'That's quite alright. I appreciate you sparing the time.' It's running past my knees now. She couldn't believe the HR guy was unaware of what was going on. The room was rich with the smell of lust, and Pam knew she was covered in Robert's masculine scent. She could feel the vibrator pressing against her swollen, tender clit, and thanked God that it wasn't turned on.

 

As soon as the thought occurred to her she knew what was about to happen. Robert, relaxing in a high backed chair at the head of the conference table, slipped a small remote out of his pocket, a black key chain transmitter that could be mistaken for the central locking switch for a car. Pam knew better. As Robert passed the time of day with Bill he smiled over at Pam and spun a dial on the device, and she immediately felt a low, throbbing vibration against her pussy.

 

Pam's knees buckled beneath her. The tiny vibrator, little more than a soft pad pressed against her clit, buzzed and hummed quietly, the sound of its vibration drowned out by the hum of the aircon. Pam's pussy was still tender from the quick, hungry thrusts of Robert's cock minutes earlier, but she knew she'd have no problem coming for him again.

 

Over the last three days Pam had discovered her need for pleasure far outstripped the supply. Robert had taken her a dozen times in his office, the conference room and even balanced on the wash basin in the executive bathroom, and yet still she hungered for more. Just yesterday she'd passed a happy hour perched on Robert's desk, coming silently with her hand clamped desperately over her mouth as he played his tongue over her pink, swollen lips with the sound of a ten-person conference call droning in the background.

 

Even after the rolling, endless orgasms had died away she'd insisted on wearing her dildo skirt to lunch. She'd masked another orgasm by pretending her salad was just that good. Robert had blushed as she moaned and groaned at the table, but few had glanced over from the other tables. The food was so good it seemed everyone in the restaurant was coming.

 

Now her legs quivered as the vibrator worked its magic on her. She could feel herself gushing juices between her legs as Robert and Bill chatted across the room. It was clear Robert wanted her to come while Bill was in the room. The only challenge was remaining silent. She tried to breathe steadily, to control the electric sensations bursting between her thighs, but Robert had placed the vibrator too well, directly over the soft, supple skin of her clitoral hood. Her tight silk panties held it firmly in place against her clit, massaging her gently but insistently. She knew she'd couldn't hold off her orgasm for more than a couple of minutes.

 

Bill turned to Pam with an apologetic look. 'I'm sorry, Pam, it looks like I'll have to format the memory card before this thing will take a picture. It'll just take a few minutes, so why not take a seat?'

 

Robert jumped in quickly. 'No, stay where you are, Pamela. Bill and I have to talk shop.' He turned back to Bill. 'So how's our recruitment drive going? I hear you want to take it up a notch.' At that moment he reached for the vibrator control on the desk and twisted the dial once more. Immediately the pad started to throb more powerfully. Pam's knees buckled and she fell back against the wall, pressing her palms against it for support. Fuck! That feels incredible! Robert glanced over at her, and it was clear from his smile that he knew she was about to come. Pam's eyes glazed over and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. She clenched her fists, desperate to stop herself from reaching up to play with her pert, tingling nipples, from reaching down to bury her fingers in her dripping pussy.

 

It was torture just remaining upright as the first waves of her climax flooded through her body and focused into a hot, tight ball between her legs. She wanted nothing more than to fall to her knees and tear off her skirt, to beg for Robert's thick, satisfying cock. Hell, Bill would be enough. All she knew was that she needed something to fill her up. The depths of her pussy mewled jealously at her clit, begging for a little attention.

 

Pam's eyes pleaded with Robert. Please, please come and fuck me. Bend me over a desk and take me. This is too much! Robert refused to meet her gaze, but she knew she had to do something. She couldn't stay standing much longer.

 

'Excuse me, gentlemen,' she said, struggling to keep her voice from wavering. 'I have to visit the restroom.' She rushed across the room with an awkward gait, falling through the door with her head dipped low to avoid the look of displeasure in Robert's eyes.

 

Where's the bathroom? Fuck, where is it? Pam didn't know this part of the floor well, and it was a moment before she spotted the sign for the ladies room at the end of the hall. It was only twenty steps or so, but the hall stretched out for a mile or more as she stumbled along it before finally tumbling through the door and into blessed privacy.

 

'Fuck!' she yelled, pushing the door to the disabled stall open so roughly it bounced back at her. She fumbled with clumsy fingers at the latch before collapsing onto the closed toilet seat, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She heard the bathroom door creak open and prayed it was Robert, but then heard an embarrassed, apologetic female voice. 'I'll come back later.' Clearly whoever it was had heard Pam's panting moan as she tore her panties off and pulled the buzzing, dripping vibrator from her pussy. Pam didn't care. She was barely aware of the voice.

 

With desperate, hungry movements Pam plunged her fingers between her legs, holding her fingers delicately over her tender, throbbing clit while using the other hand to plunge deep inside herself. The waves of joy were coming thick and fast, building closer together like contractions that clenched every muscle in her body as they flowed through her. Her panting, gasping breath echoing against the walls sounded as if she'd risen to the surface on the verge of drowning. She couldn't control herself. With one heel steadied against the stall door she rubbed her clit until bright, colorful spots appeared before her eyes and her world exploded in sensation.

 

Robert finally entered the bathroom as the last jolting bursts of her orgasm shook her, leaving her sprawled, exhausted, on the edge of the toilet seat.

 

'Pamela? Where are you?' His voice echoed with an edge of frustration through the bathroom.

 

'I'm in here,' replied Pam, reaching out to unlatch the stall door. She spoke with contrition, well aware that she'd left without permission. 'I'm sorry, I--'

 

'Pamela, I didn't tell you you could leave the room,' he scolded sharply, pushing open the stall door. 'When I ask you to stand still and come for me, that's exactly what I expect you to do.' He unclipped his brown leather belt as he spoke, tugging it free of the loops of his dark gray suit pants. For a moment Pam feared he'd slip it out and use it on her, and she sighed with relief when he unbuttoned his pants and lowered his fly.

 

He was already erect as he tugged his cock from within his pants, and when his shaft stood clear he simply gestured to it, waiting for Pam to act. She quickly slipped to her knees, her skirt still riding up at her waist, and took it into her mouth.

 

'If this is going to work, Pamela, I expect you to follow my every instruction. Clasp your hands behind your back when you suck me,' he added as an aside. Pam quickly obeyed, balancing her weight on her knees as she dipped back and forth, coating Robert's cock with her saliva. Even so soon after coming she was aroused by the sound of her wet lips smacking as she slurped on his hot shaft.

 

'Now I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself,' he said casually, clasping his hand on the back of her head and pulling her deeper onto his cock. 'I need to visit our offices in Paris tomorrow, and I'd like you to join me.' Pam almost choked with surprise and delight. She'd never so much as visited Canada. Paris had always been a distant dream, a destination so distant and out of reach it was almost make believe. She redoubled her efforts to make Robert come, bursting with gratitude as she rolled her tongue along the underside of his cock. She wobbled unsteadily on her knees, completely under his control. Only his large, strong hand and his firm cock were keeping her upright.

 

'Your driver will bring you to the airport in the morning. You won't need any luggage. Just bring your passport - you do have a passport, I hope?' Pam nodded and murmured the affirmative around Robert's wet, veined shaft. 'Excellent. Now swallow what I give you.' With that little warning he came, shooting a stream of hot cream deep into her mouth. Pam swallowed every drop, gently squeezing his cock with her tongue to tease out as much as she could.

 

'You're done for the day. Go on home.' He pulled himself from her mouth quickly, leaving a glistening strand of cum hanging for a moment between Pam's lips and the tip of his cock before it dripped down her chin. Without another word he tucked himself back into his pants, buckled his belt and left, leaving Pam rocking on her knees with cum running from her pink, lipstick smeared lips.

 

She rose to her feet and tugged her skirt back down, straightening out her rumpled, sweaty clothes as best she could. She'd come three times since the morning, but the exhaustion of the day was no match for her excitement.

 

Paris! She stumbled over to the basin and splashed her face with water, wiping away the cum on her chin and touching up her makeup. She noticed a line of cum down the front of her shirt that would surely stain, but she didn't care. Nothing could put a damper on her excitement.

 

Paris!

 

 

Chapter Three

 

The Lear Jet hunkered low in the private hangar away from the international terminal of JFK. Pam had been led past the throngs of sweatpant-clad tourists preparing to load into their cramped economy seats, swept through a security door and led to a waiting limo for the trip along empty service roads to the private plane. All along the way she wanted to yell out in excitement. Just a week ago she'd been sitting at her small desk in the records department, slapping her broken keyboard with frustration. Now she was standing before a sleek, white Lear Jet waiting to whisk her off to the city of her dreams.

 

She came down to earth with a bump when the driver passed a dry cleaning bag through the smoked glass partition of the limo and directed her to a small screened off area in the corner of the hangar. 'You can change over there, madam, and then board at the front of the plane. Will you be needing anything else?' Pam tore open the bag and stifled a laugh. It contained a flight attendant's uniform.

 

She smiled and shook her head. She should have known there was a catch. 'No, thank you. I'm just fine.'

 

The driver nodded curtly and waited for her to step out, honking the horn once as he pulled out of the hangar into the bright morning sunshine. Pam turned back to the bag and tore away the opaque plastic to reveal a uniform the likes of which she was sure no flight attendant had ever worn.

 

The uniform was a slinky, all in one pink latex outfit with a patch sewn to the breast that read 'Foster Airlines'. Like the blouses Robert had asked Mr Trim to make for her, small holes had been cut in the chest to expose her nipples, and as she checked every inch of the dress for hidden surprises she could see Trim's mischievous hand all over it. The dress was slit to the waist, allowing the front or rear to be easily flipped up to reveal her ass or pussy. Once again a collar had been recessed in the outfit, this time tucked discreetly into the back of the neck before the line plunged to the breasts.

 

Pam slipped out of her clothes - a pant suit she'd thought would make for a comfortable flight - and stepped into the tight latex dress. Once it reached over her shoulders she knew it barely covered her ass, and one look in the full length mirror that had been thoughtfully provided confirmed it. The curve of her butt cheeks poked out from the hem of the dress, leaving nothing whatsoever to the imagination. Her breasts were squeezed together and lifted, a look that Pam couldn't deny was sexy, but one that was also far from comfortable. I'll just have to hope Robert doesn't want me to stay clothed for most of the flight.

 

At the bottom of the dry cleaning bag Pam found a pair of sleek, black latex boots that zipped up to just below the knee. The stiletto heels looked dangerous, both to her own balance and the body of anyone nearby if she tumbled. Pam was a lover of flats, sensible footwear that allowed her to walk up the five flights of stairs to her old apartment without pain, but as she slipped off her dull shoes and slid the tight, shiny latex over her smoothly shaved legs she couldn't help but feel a tight little frisson of excitement deep inside. She felt the same when she discovered the pink latex gloves tucked away in the bag. They fit... well, they fit like a glove, encasing her slender arms in smooth, slinky material that made her want to hide out behind the partition and touch herself until she came so loud it would echo all the way to the passenger terminal. This, she knew, would be a fun flight.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

The low rumble of the engines made the tight latex of Pam's dress vibrate in her lap, and across from her Robert grinned, strapped into the jump seat and watching her body with hunger in his eyes as the taxiing plane pulled onto the runway. He'd barely spoken since boarding, smiling instead as if at a private joke. Pam found it a little unnerving, but nevertheless she couldn't wait to see what he had in store.

 

She didn't have to wait long. When the sound of the engines grew to a dull roar she was pressed back into her seat as the plane accelerated down the runway. Robert quickly unstrapped himself and fell forward to his knees before her. Pam gripped the plush leather armrests of her chair as Robert dipped his head between her legs, forcing her to spread them wide in the spacious seat as he buried his face between her legs.

 

Oh my! was all she could think. She'd had men go down on her before, of course, but there was something unique about feeling a hot, flat tongue running up her labia towards her eager clit as the world fell away beneath her. Her stomach flipped as the Lear left the ground, and the G force pushed Robert's weight against her, grinding his nose into her pelvis as his tongue bathed her.

 

'Oh God, don't stop,' she moaned, trying to push her lower body against gravity. He voice was drowned out by the roar of the engines, and the vibration of the plane flowed through her body, exciting every nerve ending as Robert's tongue plunged into her. Suddenly the plane rose at a sharp angle. It felt as if Pam was lying spread eagled on her back in the comfortable, enveloping chair as Robert's tongue pressed deep inside her. She gasped with pleasure, desperate with lust after a whole twelve hours without a shuddering orgasm, and gripped the back of his head tight towards her to keep him there as she came.

 

'Fuck!' she yelled, feeling the first jolts of electricity pulse through her. She knew the plane could go onto a tailspin and she'd have no clue until it was all over. Her body felt like it was turning loops already. 'Drink me, Robert!' Her body felt red hot beneath the tight pink latex, and beneath her the brown leather of her chair creaked as her dress slid against it as she writhed.

 

Pam's climax reached her at the perfect moment, concentrating into a tight sphere of energy just as the jet reached cruising altitude. Her pussy clenched and tightened as her body seemed to lift momentarily from the seat, and as gravity returned the energy exploded through her. She felt as if she was pouring into Robert's mouth, her essence flooding out of her and into him. It was seconds before she realized her hands were still pulling Robert's head tight against her pussy, keeping him from breathing.

 

She released him, sending him falling to the carpeted floor with a delirious smile and a glistening face as the last of Pam's orgasm racked her body. The sight of his erection pressing against the tight pants of his suit just made it all the better.

 

'Welcome aboard,' he sputtered, gasping for breath. Pam couldn't help but laugh, and she descended into a fit of uncontrollable giggles that lasted until Robert pulled himself into the chair beside her and kissed her deeply, passionately.

 

'So,' she said, pulling away from his lips, 'what's with this crazy getup?' She gestured to the tight pink uniform, as if there was anything else to which she could be referring.

 

'Oh, I've always had a little thing for latex. I just wanted to see how you looked in it. You like it?'

 

Pam was already swirling a latex clad finger around her wet lips beneath her dress, grinning in the warm, pleasant afterglow of her orgasm. Robert grinned and took it as a yes. 'I love it. I always thought latex would be uncomfortable, but this feels like a second skin.' Robert pulled her hand from her pussy and licked her gloved finger, savoring the taste of her pussy.

 

'In that case,' he said, 'it's time for you to join the Mile High Club. Come with me, Pamela.'

 

He stood from his seat and pulled Pam from hers, taking care to support her on her perilous heels. Pam thanked God the ride was smooth as she stepped carefully down the aisle ahead of Robert, and almost stumbled when his strong had closed over her butt cheek and squeezed. He slid his had under the slick latex and dipped a finger into her wet pussy, and it was all Pam could do not to brace herself against a chair and beg him to fuck her. She hadn't had his cock inside her for 24 hours, and his absence ached.

 

'Keep going,' he said. 'We're headed for the bathroom.' The bathroom? she thought. Why bother, when he owns the plane?

 

Pam smiled to herself as she walked carefully along the aisle to the bathroom at the rear. She'd always thought of sex on an airplane as a kind of creepy, unhygienic pastime. Her only experience in the air was on cross country flights in narrow bodied commercial planes, and she'd always thought of the bathrooms as dirty, cramped spaces totally unsuitable for sex. They were the only place to have sex on commercial flights, but she couldn't imagine why that was a problem here. The reclining armchairs at the back of the cabin looked perfect for fucking. Just a glance told Pam that there were a dozen places Robert could bend her over and slip inside her.

 

She knew to expect something different on the Lear as soon as she reached the rear of the cabin. The bathroom took up the whole cross section of the plane, large enough for two people to lay end to end without touching the walls. The bathroom door, far from the plastic accordion style barriers on her usual flights, was a rich dark mahogany designed to match the brown leather recliners in the cabin.

 

Pam stepped inside, taken aback by the disparity of this large, comfortable room at 30,000 feet. A rainfall shower took up one corner, its broad head ready to cast a fine, warm spray within the smoked glass stall, and a large marble basin with what looked like gold plated faucets rose from the thick carpet.

 

'Nice, huh?' Robert, with his hand still gently pressed against her ass, guided her forward into the room. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt with difficulty, and Pam turned to help him undress. In the days since they'd first met she still hadn't gotten over the shocking fire of lust she felt when she saw him naked. He was unlike any man she'd ever been with, his firm, well muscled body undeniably masculine. He could have stepped out of a cologne commercial, she thought, tugging at his tie and fumbling at his shirt buttons. His perfectly proportioned V-shaped body seemed the archetype for the perfect man. From his curved, prominent pecs down to his slender waist he exuded masculinity and power, and even now Pam felt strangely unworthy of his attention. Even now she thanked God for her good fortune, and marveled that a man such as Robert should be interested in her.

 

Robert's strong hands ran up and down her body as she undressed him, and he gasped lightly as she freed his erect penis from his pants and grasped it between her latex-clad fingers. The tip was already wet with pre-cum, a sign of his excitement at going down on her during takeoff, and her hands slipped wetly along his throbbing shaft. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her once again.

 

Pam had learned to judge Robert's moods in recent days, and she could tell with a glance that she wouldn't be in control this time. His hunger was clear, and she knew he intended to take her roughly. She'd seen that look only once before, in the elevator when they'd first met, when he'd forced her to her knees and used her body like a toy for his amusement. She'd loved every minute of it, and couldn't wait for him to take her like that again.

 

'Where do you want me?' she asked demurely, purring with submission, her eyes downcast. She wanted to make it clear she knew her place today. She was ready to be controlled.

 

'Stand up,' replied Robert, stepping out of his pants. He kicked the pile of his clothes over towards the door and took her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. 'Take off those shoes,' he said to her relief. She couldn't imagine trying to stay standing through sex in the heels, and as she stepped out them she felt a rush of pleasure as her height dropped by inches, taking her eye level down to Robert's mouth and making her feel even more helpless against his strength.

 

He leaned in quickly and kissed her deep, thrusting his tongue into her mouth hungrily. She could still taste herself on his lips, a tangy mixture of her own juices and the wine Robert had been drinking as she boarded.

 

As soon as Robert broke away from the kiss she could see the intensity in his eyes. It was as if he'd never been with her, had lusted after her for an eternity and only now had the chance to consummate his desire. His large hands squeezed her waist tightly and she allowed herself to weaken in his grasp, eager to be controlled and directed.

 

A moment's turbulence sent her stumbling, and Robert swung her around to the marble basin. He leaned her forward, bending her over the sink, and in the mirror she saw that he intended to fuck her from behind. She braced her gloved hands against the cold marble and spread her legs ever so slightly, desperate for him to come inside.

 

Pam closed her eyes and concentrated on the delightful sensation of her skin tight dress sliding up over the smooth skin of her ass. She felt as if she was tightly bound in Saran wrap, and Robert was gently freeing her from it. The cool air hit her searing hot pussy, and she pushed her pert ass in the air in anticipation of Robert's deliciously firm cock.

 

She felt it slide between her open thighs first, prodding and exploring the folds of her wet pussy. The tip slid gently across her lips and she fought against the urge to push back onto it. She knew Robert wanted to stay in control, to tease her before he took her. He slid away from her swollen, eager lips, sliding up across the sensitive skin at the base of her pussy, placing gentle pressure on her taint that made her shudder with pleasure.

 

Still he moved up, sliding his glistening wet tip between her quivering ass cheeks, and she suddenly realized what he intended to do. She gasped as she felt pressure against her tight pink asshole, and it was all she could do to keep herself from pulling away.

 

He wants to fuck me in the ass! Pam had never done anything like this before. Never even considered it, but as the tip of Robert's cock pushed with gentle, insistent pressure against her tight, puckered hole she realized her eagerness. The naughtiness of it aroused her, just like the slick, tight latex that encased her body. The old Pam would never do anything like this, but the new Pam... well, the new Pam knew what she wanted.

 

She pushed back gently, letting Robert know she was ready for him to enter her. Her nervousness tightened her hole and she made an effort to relax, knowing she'd need to loosen up if he was to push past the tight muscles and into her warm, forbidden cavity.

 

Robert's cock seemed to pop into her quickly, drawing a gasp with that brief moment of pain as her asshole stretched around his tip. The glistening cum coating his cock was just enough to lubricate her, and before she knew it he was inches inside her. Inches that felt like feet. It felt as if he was buried in her to the base of his shaft, but as he pushed forward slowly she knew there was a long, long way to go before he filled her completely.

 

'Relax,' he whispered in her ear. 'I'll take it slow.'

 

Pam didn't want it slow. She knew that now his thick head had slid into her it would be easy to take the rest of his cock and she pushed back eagerly, burying him deep in her ass. She gasped over and over as he inched further inside her. She'd never imagined it could feel this good, her ass spread wide and hungrily drawing him inside her new, unexplored hole. She could even feel the thick, hard tip of his cock against the wall of her dripping pussy, and she almost came there and then as she imagined Robert's twin appearing to double team her.

 

Suddenly the plane ran into turbulence. The room shook as the plane dipped and rose madly, and Robert stumbled forward and deeper inside her. Pam squealed with pleasure and pain unlike anything she'd felt before. The feeling was excruciating, but she couldn't help but hunger for more. She'd never dreamed that pain could be arousing but now she felt herself pushing back against Robert's shaft, begging for the tight, stretching sensation of pushing her body to its very limits.

 

She looked up into the mirror and saw that she was almost drooling its desire. Her wet mouth hung open and her eyes pinched with the pain, and behind her Robert loomed over her, his eyes unfocused as he began to thrust with a slow, steady rhythm. The room was silent but for the humming of the engines and the sound of their panting breath.

 

'Come in me, Robert,' she pleaded. She couldn't wait for the gushing jet of cum deep in her ass. The anticipation consumed her, and she was already moments into a shuddering, knee bending orgasm before she noticed. Her pussy tingled with fire and her asshole gaped hungrily, the muscles spasming out of control as her body erupted with pleasure.

 

Pam's tightening muscles locked around the thick base of Robert's shaft, squeezing his orgasm from him. In the mirror she saw him arch his back, his mouth wide open in silent wonder as his hot cum spurted deep inside her. The plane shook again and he fell backwards, his shaft slipping out of her with a wet pop, and in her blurred vision she saw his cum spray across the tight latex of her back. It gushed onto her quivering ass, rolling quickly across the shiny pink dress before dropping to the floor. Still it came, spurting in thick drips from his heavy balls. Pam couldn't focus her vision as the jolts of her climax flowed through her, intensified by Robert's quick, accidental withdrawal from her aching ass. Her knees quivered beneath her, and when the next bout of turbulence arrived they both fell to the ground weakly, their bodies cushioned by the thick, warm carpet.

 

Pam found herself landing directly beside Robert, and just inches from her eyes his lips broke into a satisfied smile. She looked down and saw he was still coming, his whole body flexing with each new burst from his cock. She quickly swung her leg across his waist and mounted him, sliding smoothly onto his cock while he was still rock hard. Her ass ached from his attention but her tight, dripping twat was still desperate for love.

 

She felt Robert continue to gush into her, and as she writhed on top of him she was amazed at the volume of his seed. She felt it drip into her, filling her deep, and as the fasten seat belt sign flashed on above the door she smiled happily at the feeling of his creamy juice filling her deep.

 

As her climax subsided Pam rode happily atop her lover, running her hands across the tight, pink latex that wrapped around her small belly. Her eyes closed and she grinned, bucking back and forth on Robert's cock to tease out the last of his precious juice.

 

Pam had a plan. It played through her mind as the final gush sprayed into her and her pussy clenched and unclenched with joy. One day soon, she thought, this belly will be fat with Robert's child. She opened her eyes to find Robert smiling back at her, exhausted and finally sated.

 

But first, she thought, Paris!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FOR HIS AFFECTION

DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

 

by

 

Aya Fukunishi

Chapter One

 

Pam smiled as her fingers traced across the lines of the French immigration stamp, the first mark in the passport she'd owned since soon after her high school graduation, back in the days when her mind had been filled with rich, exciting dreams of the boulevards of Paris, the canals of Venice and the crisp, clean air of the Swiss Alps. 

 

For so long the passport had sat unused in the bottom of a drawer, a hated testament to all of life's disappointments. For years it had served as a sad reminder that her life had taken the wrong track, been hijacked by events and forced her into compromise after bitter compromise.

 

For years she couldn't bear to look at it; couldn't bear to be reminded of the blissful weeks in her 18th year she'd spent planning her escape to Europe, only to cancel her flight at the last moment when her brother's mental health and chronic drug problems had forced her to take on the role of mother before she'd ever had the chance to enjoy being a young woman.

 

A voice pulled Pam back from her reverie. 'You OK?'

 

'Oh,' she replied, pushing aside the memory and returning to the present. 'Yeah. Yes, I'm more than OK. I just can't believe I'm here. I never thought I'd get to see Paris.'

 

Robert smiled and took her hand in his, gazing out the smoked window of the Rolls Royce Phantom. 'Just wait until you see the apartment I found for us. Best view on earth. Do you know Sacré Coeur?'

 

Pam grinned broadly. 'Yeah, I think I've heard of it.' As a college student the only decoration in her dorm had been a watercolor of the view of Paris from the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. The gleaming white dome sat at the high point of the city, Montmartre, the only real hill in Paris and the historic home of some of its greatest artists. When Pam dreamed of Paris, it was Sacré Coeur that occupied her thoughts.

 

'I bought an old rectory by the basilica a few years ago. I've had my guys restoring it for two years, so we'll both be seeing it for the first time. I hope they did a good job. I'd hate for your first stay in Paris to be in a construction site.  Ah, here we are, up on the left.'

 

The car crossed the heavy traffic of the Boulevard de Clichy and began to rise through the steep, winding cobbled streets of Montmartre. Pam stared wide eyed through the dark windows, taken aback by the feeling that they'd just fallen back a century in time.  Gone were the bustling, neon lit stores and gaudy burlesque bars of the boulevards, replaced by narrow streets lined with beautiful townhouses.

 

The sounds of the city vanished as the car climbed the hill towards the dazzling white dome of the basilica, and finally the Maybach wound its way along Rue Azais between meandering crowds of tourists, turned smoothly left through a dark stone archway and into a large, silent courtyard surrounded by three storeys of wide bay windows and intricate marble carvings.  Behind them an unseen servant closed the heavy wooden door, sealing them into a silent haven in the heart of the city.

 

Pam could barely speak. 'This is... this is all yours?'

 

'It is,' Robert laughed. He produced a large iron key from an inner pocket and handed it to Pam. 'While you're here it's yours, too. Let's go take a look.'

 

Pam stepped from the car in a daze, sliding from the cool, air conditioned interior into the warm embrace of the Parisian morning sun. The courtyard was silent but for the soft sound of roosting birds fluttering between the tendrils of ivy that climbed the walls, and the rich, sweet aroma of lilac soothed her. She could almost imagine she was in the countryside, and beyond the walls of the courtyard lay endless rolling hills and green pastures. 

 

'I fell in love with this place the moment I saw it,' whispered Robert, his voice subdued as if it would be disrespectful to raise it.  'It belonged to the basilica, but it hadn't been used for a century and the church didn't have the funds to restore it.  They were on the verge of demolishing it when I first visited. Can you believe they wanted to build a hotel on the site?  Right next to the basilica, a damned Holiday Inn.  I couldn't let it happen, so I took it on a perpetual lease and promised to restore it on my own dime.'

 

Pam stared dumbfounded at the beautiful carvings that lined every inch of the inner courtyard. 'My God, this must have cost millions!' She laughed. 'Just how rich are you?'

 

Robert waved a finger as he pushed open the thick oak door that led to the interior. 'Ah ah, no money talk. It was worth every penny to keep it standing.' His lips spread into a broad grin and his voice took on an almost childlike glee. 'Come on, let's explore.'

 

Before she could reply Robert disappeared into the dim interior, and Pam quickly followed the sound of his footsteps along a dark, narrow corridor until she saw him bound up a narrow staircase, taking three steps at a time.  He yelled back, 'Come see the view!'

 

Pam quickly hopped up the stairs, feeling Robert's excitement infect her more with each step. The staircase doubled back, climbing steeply through the building until it brought her, breathless, into a dense, green garden bathed in the bright morning sunlight.  She gasped at the sight.  The roof of the building was a forest, thick with trees and lush grass a hundred yards across. To her right she could see the gaping mouth of the courtyard, and to her left she saw Robert standing on the lip of the building and staring happily out onto his own private view of Paris.

 

'My God, it's beautiful,' she whispered. In the distance the Eiffel Tower rose majestically above the low structures of the center. Before it the Arc de Triomphe marked the beginning of the Champs Élysées, and between the two, unseen, wound the wide, slow ribbon of the Seine. The city glistened in the bright morning sun. It was everything she'd dreamed of and more.

 

'I knew you'd love it,' Robert whispered in her ear. She turned to him slowly, reluctant to take her eyes off the stunning view, but all thoughts of the wonders laid out before her evaporated as he lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her deeply on the lips, sliding his hand to the small of her back and drawing her close. In that moment she felt complete, whole in a way that she'd never dreamed possible. She felt Robert's strength flow into her, envelope her and protect her. She felt, as she'd felt every time he'd kissed her in the few days since they'd first met, as if the scales had fallen from her eyes and she'd seen for the first time a world more beautiful and full of possibilities than she'd ever known. 

 

Despite her exhaustion from the flight she also felt once more the first stirrings of excitement deep in her body.  Robert's tongue explored her mouth. His hand slid between the buttons of her silk blouse to the warm, smooth skin beneath, and she felt in the strength of his grip his need for her body. He pulled her close against him, and against her taut, flat stomach she felt him swell for her. Slowly at first, the warmth of his growing erection pressed tightly against her stomach, and as he grew larger Pam felt his hands grasp tighter, harder, hungry for her body.

 

'Will anyone see us?' she asked, pulling her lips from his and scanning the rooftop. She knew Robert's staff had a habit of appearing unexpectedly, and though she felt no shame in being caught servicing her strong, powerful lover - in fact the thought of an audience sent a tight, tingling ball of pleasure to her belly - this time she wanted to enjoy the experience in private.

 

'No,' whispered Robert, nibbling her ear delicately. 'There's only the guard on the main gate. Apart from him we're all alone up here.' He slid his hands from her body and took a step back, surveying her with hungry eyes. His gaze ran up and down her slim frame as he tugged at his belt, and the moment he unbuttoned his suit pants his long, thick erection sprang to attention, the proud shaft pressing tightly against the fabric of his boxers.  His eyes fell to his manhood, and with a curt nod he gave her instructions. 'On your knees, Pam.'

 

Her body obeyed almost without her control, like a well trained pet responding to its master's voice. In an instant she fell to the warm, wet grass, and as Robert smoothly pulled his hard, thickly veined cock from his pants Pam felt her pussy gush with anticipation. Her tight, short skirt pulled taut against her ass, and as she leaned forward to gently take the tip of her lover's shaft between her moist lips she wished she'd packed the kinky dildo skirt Robert had bought for her. She knew he'd turn his attention to her eager, wet little pussy soon enough, but until he'd had his fill of her mouth Pam knew the fire between her legs would rage unbearably.

 

'Mmmm,' moaned Robert, arching his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into Pam's mouth. 'My God, you're perfect. Don't stop.' Pam barely heard his words, so focused was she on her job. She braced her hands against his legs, tightly grasping the fabric of Robert's trousers as she slid him deeper into her mouth.  The hot, thick tip of his cock ran along her tongue, sliding slowly back and forth as she bobbed her head, the only sounds the wet smacking of her lips around his thick base, her gasping breath as he filled her mouth and, far below, the dim, distant hum of Parisian traffic, the sound of countless people going about their lives unaware that she, Pamela Rose, had the privilege of serving as Robert Foster's personal plaything.

 

Between her legs Pam felt her pussy flush pink, and she knew without the need of touch that her tight lips already glistening with her juices. Beneath her blouse her nipples stood to attention, straining against the tight silk and eager for the touch of Robert's fingers or soft lips. As she stretched her lips wide and took his thick shaft deep into her mouth she could no longer resist the urge to pleasure herself while giving Robert the attention he expected from her. Her right hand slipped down his leg to the dew-glazed grass, and with difficulty she hiked her tight skirt up to her waist to expose her hot, aching pussy to the warm Parisian sun.

 

The moment her fingers began to tease the swollen, wet lips of her pussy Robert pulled himself roughly from her mouth, sending her sprawling to the wet grass. He stood over her, his enormous cock glistening with her saliva, and pulled her back to her knees by her arm. His strong, firm hand grasped her chin and pulled open her mouth, guiding it back towards his dripping, gleaming erection.  'Hands behind your back, Miss Rose. If I see you touch your little pussy once more before you swallow my cum I'll force you to wear a chastity belt until we get back to New York. Your body belongs to me, and you'll enjoy it only when I give you permission. Understand?'

 

Pam nodded demurely, ashamed that she'd given Robert anything but her full attention.  She moved her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together, struggling to balance in this awkward new position. Robert still held her chin inches from the pink, thick head of his delicious cock.  Her pussy screamed out jealously for attention, but the reprimand made it clear to her that Robert's pleasure came first.

 

'May I suck your cock, sir?' she asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. The thought of it just inches from her lips drove her to insensibility. She bit her lip, imagining the glorious feeling of Robert's cum gushing deep into her mouth.

 

Without another word Robert pulled her back towards his erection. His hand moved to the back of her head and grasped a fistful of hair, pulling her down deep, deeper than ever before. Pam's lips spread wide and her eyes watered as the thick shaft pressed against the back of her throat. She could barely breathe, but the sensation of her lips reaching the very base of his cock excited her beyond belief.  She felt like a sex toy, existing only for the purpose of pleasuring her owner. It was liberating and exciting, the feeling of complete release, the driven, singular purpose of knowing that she was needed for one thing, and one thing alone. 

 

Pam felt the approach of Robert's orgasm moments before his gasping moans began. His hot shaft pulsed on the flat of her tongue, and she was eager for the gushing jet of cum when it came. She pulled back her head and squeezed the tip of his cock between her lips, pulling Robert's cock down to angle the hot jet of juice onto her tongue.  Robert shuddered, and as his legs weakened he stumbled forwards, pushing Pam back on unsteady legs. With her hands clasped tightly behind her back Pam went sprawling to the ground, her lips slipping from around Robert's gushing cock just as a second powerful spray exploded from him. The hot spray caught her cheek, showering her with creamy juice, and as her bare ass cheeks hit the soft grass Robert came down on top of her, his pulsating, glistening cock slapping against her dripping face.

 

She wasted no time reclaiming his hard, wet shaft. As Robert sprawled above her she took it hungrily into her mouth and sucked hard, drinking every drop of cum that gushed forth as if this were her final meal.  Beneath his body she couldn't take a breath, but air was the last thing on her mind and she sucked him dry. All she dreamed of was the feeling of that hot, firm cock sliding between her legs, probing the swollen, eager lips of her waiting pussy before slipping deep inside her, stretching her wide as the shaft delved into her tight, dripping hole. 

 

She knew Robert would be in no condition to fuck her after cumming deep into her throat, but she couldn't help but thrust her body wildly, spreading her legs wide and pushing her naked, gleaming pussy forward as if searching for her lover's gift.  Robert clearly felt her desperation, and Pam tensed as he slid his cock from her lips and began to move slowly down her body.  She felt the thick, heavy tip of his cock, still dripping with creamy juice, slide along her tight silk blouse and down towards the skirt bunched around her waist.  Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Robert's hard shaft pressed against her inner thigh. At the lightest touch she felt she could come. All she needed was the delicious feeling of Robert's enormous cock stretching the tender, sensitive lips of her pussy. She knew her body would explode with joy in an instant. She knew every muscle would tense and quake. She knew her pussy would clench around his shaft as her body writhed in ecstasy. All she needed was that perfect moment, that delicious, addictive feeling of Robert's shaft sliding into her tightness.

 

But it didn't come. Pam could feel him pressing against her, but Robert made no move to come inside.  Her fingers dug into the grass in desperation and she looked into his eyes. 'Please, sir, can I come?', she pleaded. 

 

Robert smiled, knowing exactly how she was feeling and enjoying the experience of denying her the orgasm she so desperately needed.  'No, you may not,' he smiled, as Pam writhed beneath him. 'Stand up, Miss Rose. Remove your clothes.'

 

'Please,' she whispered, knowing it was pointless. Once Robert made up his mind there was no way to change it. 'Please let me come,' she pleaded.

 

'Remove you clothes, or I'll remove them for you.' The order was clear, and Pam feared the longer she resisted the longer he'd make her wait before releasing her from his agony. With her eyes cast to the ground she tugged down her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. A sudden cool breeze caught the light silk the moment it touched the grass, and she watched as it vanished over the lip of the building.

 

'Now down on all fours, Pamela. That's a good girl.' As she lowered herself to her hands and knees Robert slid his hand across her ass, cupping a cheek firmly. His fingers pressed into her flesh tantalizingly close to her tight, wet pussy, but when she made a subtle move to push herself closer to his fingers he gave her ass a light, warning slap. She held still and bit her lip.

 

'Now show me that beautiful pussy of yours. That's it, up in the air. Spread your legs a little. Good girl.' Robert circled her body, viewing her from every angle and gently stroking his cock as he walked. Pam felt jealous of his hand, desperate for him to slide into her and bless her with the feeling she craved. What's more, she knew Robert knew her desperation. He smiled as she squirmed.

 

'Now come for me, Pamela.' She began to move. 'No, stay still. Don't move a muscle. Come for me.'

 

It was all Pam could do to keep from screaming. Her pussy ached with the need to come, but she needed just the lightest touch to bring herself to ecstasy. Robert's cock or her own fingers, it no longer mattered. The thought of coming without the benefit of either... she didn't know if she could.

 

'Please... please help me come. I need your cock.' Pam saw the open palm a second before the sharp slap arrived on her ass. She flinched at the pain, but the pleasure that rushed through her body moments later made it pale in comparison.

 

'Thank you!' she gasped. 'Please, again!' The second spank was harder, and as it landed on her pink, round cheek Robert squeezed hard, his fingers pulling Pam's pussy lips apart. 'Ouch! Thank you, sir. Please don't stop. Spank me, sir! I've been a bad girl!' Robert grinned and spanked her again, even harder. Once more, and once again. He braced himself against her lower back and slapped her as hard as he could. 'Come now, Pamela. That's an order.'

 

The contact had been enough, no matter how unexpected. Pam felt her pussy clench tight as Robert's open palm continued to slap her ass, and as the hot, tight ball of fire gathered in her belly he finally blessed her with his tender touch. Two thick fingers slid deep into her, curving around to the back of her slick cavity as Robert's thumb pressed hard against the sensitive skin between her  pussy and asshole. Balanced on his hand Pam's body writhed back and forth, bucking against him as she gasped out her orgasm. The sensation was so intense she almost wept, and she gasped as Robert's questing fingers found her wet, swollen clit.   

 

After just a few moments the power of her orgasm became too strong to take. She fell sideways, Robert's fingers still deep inside her, and drew herself into the fetal position as her body shook and quivered with pleasure.  Colored spots flashed before her eyes and a sharp ringing filled her ears, and gradually, ever so gradually, the pulsing electricity began to recede from her body, leaving her sated and weak on the rooftop.

 

As she lay on the warm, wet grass feeling the morning sun on her skin, already Robert was buckling his belt. He smiled down at Pam, crouched to his knees and kissed her gently on the forehead. 'Get some rest, Pamela. You have a busy night ahead of you.' He stood and began to walk to the stairway. 'You'll find a fully stocked closet downstairs. I'll have the car pick you up at 8. Sleep well.'

 

With that he vanished from view, and moments later Pam felt her eyes close.  Too exhausted to make her way down the stairs to her bedroom, she slept.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

'Pamela, I'd like to introduce you to Gabrielle Lucharde, Chief Financial Officer of our European operations. Gabrielle, this is Pamela Rose. She'll be taking care of the New York office in the near future.' 

 

Pam turned in the crowded ballroom to see a tall, slender, beautiful young woman in a slinky black satin gown. The woman smiled and brushed a lock of dark hair from her eyes. 'Ah, Pamela, félicitations! Robert has told me so much about you!'

 

'Well, thank you,' replied Pam with a shy grin. 'It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lucharde.'

 

The woman smiled warmly and replied in a thick, rich Parisian accent. 'Please, please, call me Gabrielle. I'm sure there's no need for formalities here. How do you like Paris so far?'

 

Pam opened her mouth to reply, only for Robert to jump in ahead of her. 'Please excuse me, ladies.  I must go and speak with the Ambassador for a moment. I'll be back shortly.' With a curt nod he turned and made his way through the chattering crowd towards a bespectacled, middle aged American with the pasty jowls of a man who'd enjoyed far too much rich food during his posting to Paris.

 

Gabrielle chuckled over her wine glass.  'He never stands still for more than a few seconds, does he? Such an energetic man. Though I suspect he has to be to endure yet another of the Ambassador's gaudy occasions. Look at this crowd. Not one of them knows how to dress with style.' She shook her head in dismay. 'Anyway, I'm rambling. How are you finding Paris, Pamela?'

 

Pam grinned. 'Oh, it's beautiful. I've dreamed of coming here since I was a little girl. Though I must say that I've not seen much so far.  After the long flight I spent most of the day up at Robert's house by Sacre Coeur.'

 

'Oh, the house! Isn't it stunning? I helped negotiate the lease for Robert when I first came to work for him. Such a romantic place. I can't deny I fell for him a little further when he agreed to take it on.'

 

Pam almost choked on her wine, and felt herself immediately flush with shock. 'Fell for him? So, you and Robert...?' The question hung painfully in the air for what felt an eternity.

 

Gabrielle smiled coquettishly. 'Oh, yes.' Her hand fell to her chest, and Pam noticed that between the sleek black satin of Gabrielle's dress her olive skin also began to flush. 'I'm sure you know what an... interesting man he can be. Such... unusual desires.' She caught a look in Pam's eyes and grinned devilishly. 'Ah, so I suspect I'm not the only one to hold a candle for the young Mr Foster.'

 

Pam felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but beyond her own discomfort she thought she saw a cold glint in Gabrielle's eyes. She hid it well, but Pam suspected that jealousy hid behind that bright smile.

 

'Well, we... I guess you could say we've become involved. He's extraordinary, isn't he?' She didn't understand why she was opening up to this woman, a former sexual partner of Robert's, but she found she couldn't help herself. She couldn't help but feel Gabrielle may be able to help her understand the power Robert held over her; how he could make her do things she'd never dreamed of doing before, and love every moment of it.

 

Gabrielle ran a finger around the edge of her wine glass, staring across the room at Robert, still deep in conversation with the rotund Ambassador. Her thoughts, however, seemed to be in the past.  'He certainly is. Please forgive me for being so forward, but has he asked you to do anything you were unwilling to do yet? Has he found your limit?'

 

Pam looked puzzled, unsure exactly what she was being asked. 'My limit? How do you mean?'

 

A hint of a smile stayed on Gabrielle's lips. 'He likes to push his women to their very limit. Surely you've guessed this by now? Oh, he'll pretend his appetites extend only to the toys, the public sex, the... well, maybe he has yet to ask Mr. Trim to make you one of his special outfits?' She chuckled as Pam gasped with surprise. 'Ah, I see he has. He made you wear it in public? In a meeting, perhaps?' Pam blushed deeply, staring into her wine glass, unwilling to meet Gabrielle's cool, confident gaze. 'Oh, Pamela, don't look so embarrassed. We're not quite so sexually repressed here in France. I treasure the skirt he bought for me. I always think of him as I slide that big, thick shaft into myself. Then I walk the length of the Champs Élysées with it inside me.' She grinned, biting her lip at the thought. 'Well, we all need a hobby out in the fresh air.'

 

'What I mean to say is that his little peccadilloes are all just little things he does to brighten his day. The sex is just his way of passing the time. A fun way, of course, but what really turns him on is finding the one thing you refuse to do, and convincing you to do it anyway. He lusts after power, and he'll keep pushing you until he knows he owns you completely.'

 

Pam was shocked at the ease with which Gabrielle spoke about Robert, but intrigued by this singular woman. She wanted to escape from the conversation, to find Robert and leave this place, but she couldn't help but push forward. 'I... well, sorry for asking, but what was your limit? What did you refuse to do?'

 

Gabrielle laughed uproariously and emptied her glass into her mouth. Several of the surrounding party-goers turned in surprise at the sudden noise. 'Well, that's the problem with me and Robert. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Sex in public. Humiliation. Pain. If he ordered me, I'd strip naked right here in front of everyone and give myself to every man in this room. Every woman, if he asked. I'd do anything to please him.' Her hand reached out casually, and Pam felt Gabrielle's slender, perfectly manicured fingernails brush gently against her hip. 'Anything at all.'

 

Pam shuddered at her touch, and it took a moment before her mind was able to run over what Gabrielle had said. She felt her flushed cheeks drain of blood. 'There's nothing you wouldn't do for him? You mean... you're still with him now?'

 

'But of course,' Gabrielle laughed. 'My dear, why do you think he introduced us? Oh, so naive. He wants to play us against each other, to see which of us will surrender to the other. He plays around with many girls, but he only has room in his life for one real woman. And Pamela, I must warn you that I intend that woman to be me.' She lifted a glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter, not breaking eye contact with Pam as she took a sip.

 

'You need to ask yourself a question, Miss Rose: how far will you go to keep your man?' She leaned in close, her sweet breath warm against Pam's neck. Pam gasped as she felt Gabrielle's fingers touch her inner thigh and slide slowly up her leg, gently teasing her smooth, pale skin. She gasped, and Gabrielle smiled, as a finger brushed lightly against Pam's panties, a touch so light it could have been a light breeze, but so powerful that Pam's knees weakened.

 

'I'd do anything for him, Pamela,' she whispered, her soft, moist lips brushing Pam's ear. Pam found herself frozen to the spot as Gabrielle quickly, smoothly slipped beneath Pam's panties, smiling as she felt the wetness of her pink lips, and pushed a finger deep inside her. Pam's legs buckled, and if not for the jostling crowd hemming her on all sides she'd have fallen to the ground.

 

Gabrielle gazed deep into Pam's eyes as she withdrew her finger, sliding it wetly along Pam's thigh before bringing it to her lips. Pam saw the tip of Gabrielle's finger glisten with her juices, and despite her shock she couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as the beautiful French woman slid it between her moist lips, tasting Pam's pussy.

 

Gabrielle smiled as she drew her wet finger from her mouth, ran it along Pam's cheek and whispered, 'Now, let's go and see what we can both do for our master, shall we?' Without another word she turned and walked in the direction of Robert and the Ambassador.

 

In the space of just a few seconds Pam had gone from elation to despair. Not only was this stunning, stylish French beauty involved with Foster, a man she'd naively assumed she had all to herself, but she intended to steal him from her.  Gabrielle intended to leave Pam with nothing; to send her back to the life she'd led just a week earlier, bleak, gray and hopeless.

 

Pam had never before considered the possibility that Robert may have other women in his life. Once she'd come to terms with the fact that he was interested in her, a lowly drone from the Records department, she'd assumed that she had Foster to herself. Now she realized she'd have to fight to keep hold of her man. She'd have to take on this Parisian bitch and beat her at her own game.

 

Across the room she saw Gabrielle reach Robert, twice kissing him on the cheek and laughing at some unheard joke. Pam felt her cheeks flush once more as Gabrielle glanced over Robert's shoulder back at her, smiling warmly with everything but her cold, cruel eyes.   Pam felt she could barely move, frozen with jealousy and the chilling fear that she may lose her man, that all this might slip away. Her heart jumped to her throat as Robert shook hands with the Ambassador, placed his hand lightly around Gabrielle's waist and turned to leave the room. Tears pricked at her eyes, and in the crowded ballroom surrounded by hundreds of people she'd never felt more alone.

 

'Excuse me, Madame,' a polite, refined French voice called out behind her. Pam turned to see a short, white haired waiter in an ill fitting tuxedo. 'Monsieur Foster requests your presence in his suite.'

 

Pam smiled softly as the waiter withdrew into the crowd, then began to push her way through the jostling, laughing herd towards the door. Maybe he sent Gabrielle away, she thought to herself with rising hope. Maybe she was lying about being involved with Robert. Maybe she's just jealous of me! 

 

Thoughts raced through Pam's head as she navigated the corridors, swinging wildly between hope and despair, but by the time she reached the door to Foster's exclusive suite her thoughts of Gabrielle stealing Robert away had all but gone. He'd brought her to Paris, after all. He'd spent most of the last week with her, never allowing her out of his sight for more than an hour or two.  It's not like he'd fly her across the world only to abandon her.  Right?

 

She pushed open the double door to the suite, hoping to find Robert waiting for her, but instead found the room empty but for a nearly folded pile of clothing in the center of the room, atop which lay a note.

 

Put this on and join us in the master bedroom.

 

Beneath the note was the costume of a French maid, soft black silk fringed with white lace, simple and plain aside from the stocking straps that hung loose from the waist. The note had made it clear that Pam wouldn't have Foster to herself tonight, and as she stared at the black silk dress she felt a jealous rage build within her. Gone was the fear that Gabrielle would steal Robert from her. For the first time she felt not like a victim but a warrior. The gauntlet had been tossed down, and it was up to her to choose to fight back.

 

Gabrielle would not steal Robert, Pam decided. If she thought she could win him with sex she'd have to get past Pam first, and she refused to go down without a fight.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

Before the bedroom door swung open Pam could already hear the sounds of Gabrielle servicing Robert. The quiet, distinctive sound of her wet lips and busy tongue lapping against his thick, hard cock was unmistakable. A wave of jealousy flowed through Pam's mind, but despite her envious rage she also felt an unmistakeable, powerful arousal at the thought of watching another woman pleasure her master; at the thought of playing the part of voyeur, of witnessing Robert's magnificent body as a bystander, watching as he came into another. Her jealousy was no match for the tight, dizzying burst of arousal she felt when she pictured Robert's shaft sliding in and out of Gabrielle's lips.

 

As the door opened the noise intensified. Her mind overflowed with the sensual, hypnotic sound of Robert's quiet moans and Gabrielle's gasping, fitful breath as she struggled to inhale around the thick, firm shaft filling her mouth and stretching her wet, cherry red lips. Pam's fingers absently slid down her body, slipping beneath the soft silk of her dress to find her tight, swollen lips crowned with the dripping, bulging mound that could explode with pleasure at the lightest touch. Already she could smell her own scent mingling with the thick, sweet aroma emanating from the writhing, hungry bodies of Robert and Gabrielle.   

 

Pam looked down at herself on final time before she entered. Behind her her dress lay abandoned, replaced with the tight, short silk maid's outfit. The lace pinched at her forearms, but she couldn't deny she looked sexy. The hem sat just beneath the full, round curve of her ass and the tight waist cinched in beneath her firm breasts, her nipples hard beneath the fine silk.

 

Robert didn't notice her as she entered. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes closed and face pointed to the ceiling, his tuxedo strewn across the floor. His hands pressed into the soft sheets, and in his arousal his thick, darkly haired chest rose and fell with shuddering breaths. Gabrielle lay on all fours between his legs, her mane of silken brown hair bobbing lightly up and down as she worked Robert's throbbing, pulsing shaft with her tongue and lips. Despite herself Pam paused for a moment to admire Gabrielle's form. She was dressed in tight latex from head to toe. Her tight, shiny butt thrust invitingly into the air, and Pam noticed the only hint of her smooth skin popped between a small slit in the latex that revealed her shaved, wet pussy.

 

Pam crept silently across the room, careful not to disturb Robert as he moaned with pleasure, and quietly moved in close beside Gabrielle's latex clad body, still unnoticed.  Gabrielle's eyes were closed tight, her nose pressed against the base of Robert's thick cock as she sucked and teased. Pam lowered herself to her knees, still silent, and reached into Robert's suitcase at the foot of the bed. In just a few seconds she found what she was looking for. Her fingers wrapped around the black rubber shaft of a strap on penis, and quickly, deftly, she hooked the belt around her waist and secured it between her legs, the strap biting slightly between her thighs.

 

Still Robert had not noticed her, and still Gabrielle panted with her mouth full of Robert's bulging cock. Pam watched for a moment, noticing the way Gabrielle's cheek bulged slowly as the tip of Robert's hard shaft pressed against it, how her lips glistened and gleamed with her saliva, coating Robert's shaft with every gentle bob of her head. She wished she could lean in, wrestle Robert from Gabrielle and take him in her mouth, but she knew she could not win him with force.

 

She tore her eyes reluctantly from the scene, casting her gaze on Gabrielle's tight, slender body. She smiled smugly as she saw the latex pulled tight against the French woman's small breasts, noting that her own were much larger. Pam crawled on all fours beside Gabrielle, watching her body writhe within her shiny latex suit, and then positioned herself on her knees inches behind the woman's thrusting, pouting ass.

 

For the first time Pam touched her, sliding her hands around the front of Gabrielle's thighs for purchase, and before her rival could react Pam thrust the thick, black strap on between the narrow gap in the latex and into her pink, tight pussy.

 

Gabrielle gasped, almost choking on Robert's erection with surprise, and Pam grinned as Robert opened his eyes and saw her grasping Gabrielle's small, girlish body. With obvious pleasure Robert watched as Pam thrust her hips and pushed her rubber cock deeper into Gabrielle, her wetness allowing the shaft to slide easily between the tight, stretched lips of the girl's dripping pussy. Gabrielle moaned with pleasure before Robert pulled her mouth back onto his throbbing length, and her groan became muffled as his shaft once again slid to the back of her throat.

 

Now Robert's attention was firmly on Pam, Gabrielle's shiny, writhing body ignored. Pam's hips moved in a slow, tight circle, sliding the shaft of the dildo gently in and out of the moaning young woman. Pam bit her lip and gasped with pleasure and surprise at the new and never before imagined sensation of entering another person. She'd never considered what pleasure could come from the power of pushing a cock deep into a pussy, of violating someone, controlling them. She felt giddy as she pushed the long shaft deeper into Gabrielle, deeper, so deep that the girl before her squealed in pain as the thick base stretched her tight and the tip probed the depths of her body.

 

But she continued. Pam didn't care about Gabrielle's discomfort as long as Robert kept looking into Pam's eyes with undisguised hunger. She thrust hard again, enjoying the sensation of Gabrielle's body flinching beneath her. The French woman gasped, coughed, and raised her head from Robert's cock.

 

'Oh, that hurts. Please, Pamela, not so deep,' she pleaded.  Robert glanced down at her, stroked her hair and whispered quietly to soothe her, then nodded to Pam, a silent order to continue.

 

Pam thrust again, down to the base, using her weight to push the cock deeper until her pelvis was pressed tight against Gabrielle's ass. The girl squealed with pain one last time, and Pam relented. She slowly slid herself from Gabrielle's tight, red pussy, feeling the excitement grow between her own legs as the thick, bulbous black shaft popped from between the girl's stretched lips. The shiny black strap on glistened with Gabrielle's juices, and Pam couldn't resist climbing up the small, weak body beneath her, taking a handful of hair in her fist and guiding Gabrielle's mouth onto the dripping shaft. 

 

Beneath her Gabrielle had no choice but to suck on the black rubber shaft, and Pam took the opportunity to dip her head to Robert's throbbing cock to claim it as her prize. Still wet from Gabrielle's mouth, Pam could feel that Robert's cock was ready to explode.  She was so familiar with his body that she could sense each muscle tensing, each gasp and pant leading to his eruption, and Pam could tell that watching her overpower and dominate Gabrielle had excited him.

 

'Mmmmmm,' she hummed wetly, letting the vibration of her voice run along Foster's shaft. With one hand pressing Gabrielle's mouth onto the strap on and the other clasped tight around the thick, veined base of Robert's cock, Pam braced herself on her knees as Robert gasped above her and the first wave of thick, creamy cum burst onto her tongue.

 

'Oh God, Pam, yes!' he cried, falling back onto the bed as his cock twitched and pulsed on her tongue. Thick cum sprayed into Pam's mouth, rolling down her tongue and filling every corner until she felt she might burst in a spray of creamy juice. Even now, with her mouth full of her master's gift and the thick shaft pouring ever more into her, Pam could taste Gabrielle on her lips. The wine on her breath had left Robert tasting of her.

 

Gabrielle's hands gripped the soft silk of Pam's dress, clutching at her legs in an attempt to push aside the black shaft of the strap on, and Pam realized that the girl was struggling to breathe with her mouth so full. She pulled back her hips, drawing the wet cock from Gabrielle's throat, and looked down at the red faced woman gasping beneath her. Gabrielle panted desperately, looking up jealously at Pam's lips pursed around Robert's spent cock.

 

Pam tried not to grin triumphantly as she drew her lips from Robert, and she only just managed to keep her lips together to avoid drooling her mouthful of cum. She moved her body backwards, her ass sliding smoothly on top of Gabrielle's slick outfit, and as Robert looked on she lowered her head to the woman beneath her and planted her lips on the French girl's mouth, thrusting her tongue into her and allowing Robert's cum to gush from mouth to mouth.  Gabrielle moaned, beaten and subjugated but aroused. Pam could feel the girl slide her hands down her own body, reaching for the gap between her legs and teasing her moist, bulging clit as Pam kissed her passionately.

 

'OK, Pam, now it's Gabrielle's turn.' Pam broke away from the kiss, leaving a long, thin line of cum stretched between their lips before it broke away and dripped into Gabrielle's open mouth. Pam looked up to see Robert standing above them, stroking his still firm cock gently as his two girls writhed beneath him.

 

'Give her your strap on, Pam,' said Robert, quietly but firmly. Pam felt unsure, worried about what Gabrielle would do to her after she'd humiliated her so completely, and Robert noticed her hesitation. 'That was an order, Pam. Would you like another spanking? I'll let Gabrielle do it this time, and she hits hard.'  

 

Pam dropped her gaze demurely to the floor and struggled with the rubber straps of the dildo.  When it came away from her body she realized her pussy was dripping wet, even more than usual after sucking Robert's glorious cock. She clutched the slick, black cock jealously, nervously, but then noticed the expression on Gabrielle's face. It was not one of anger, but lust. Pam looked down Gabrielle's body and saw that she was frantically, hungrily playing with herself, her slender, glistening fingers almost blurs as they rubbed tight, quick circles around the pink bump of her wet clitoris.   

 

Pam pulled Gabrielle's hand away from her pussy and handed her the strap on, watching as the girl leaped to her feet eagerly and strapped the cock between her legs.  For the first time in Gabrielle's presence she didn't see her as a rival, but another pleasure to be found. Pam kneeled on the thick, soft carpet as Robert and Gabrielle loomed over her: Robert with his muscled, masculine body and hot, firm erection in his hand, and Gabrielle with her slender form encased in shining latex, the long black shaft of her strap on gleaming with her own sweet saliva.  

 

'Stand up, Pamela,' ordered Robert, his deep voice impossible to disobey. By now Pam had learned not to try. She responded to his order quickly, lifting the silk of her dress to expose her pussy as she stood, offering herself to Robert to do with as he pleased.

 

Quickly Robert was on her, wrapping his strong, thick arms around her back and kissing her deeply, hungrily, his tongue probing her. She moaned with joy at the long awaited kiss, and in his arms she went limp, giving up all pretension of control. Robert's strong, large hands lifted her feet inches from the carpet, moving her unresisting body into position, and almost immediately she felt the bulging tip of Robert's cock press against her thigh, sliding towards her pussy, and she gently guided herself onto him.

 

The sensation was incredible. Since Robert had teased her with his cock hours earlier Pam had lusted after it. She'd denied herself all day, refusing to masturbate; refusing to so much as brush her fingers against her own body until the moment she stepped into the room.  She'd resolved to wait for Robert, to save herself for the touch of his glorious gift, and now she was glad she'd waited. Already dripping wet, her tight, eager pussy took him in with ease. She stood on tip toes, struggling to keep her pussy at the height of his cock. Standing a full six inches shorter than her man she struggled to raise herself to meet him, and the angle of his erection caused the darkly veined top of the shaft to press firmly against the tight, fizzing mound of her clit.

 

Pam wrapped her arms around Robert, holding him tight as if afraid to let go, and behind him she saw Gabrielle watching them with every sign of enjoyment. The dildo poked out from her tight costume, jutting from her pelvis as if it was an extension of her body, and the girl stroked it as if masturbating a real penis. Her long, graceful fingers ran up and down the black shaft as she squeezed clear lube along its length. Her eyes glazed and she licked her moist, full lips as her hand moved back and forth, coating the dildo with shiny, glistening liquid.

 

It was only seconds before Pam understood Gabrielle's intentions. The girl moved quickly behind her and out of sight, vanishing for a moment before Pam felt her warm body press against her back. Robert stepped forward as Pam and Gabrielle stepped back and, with Robert's cock still deep inside Pam, she felt herself lowered to the bed, ever so slowly and gently, on top of Gabrielle's dildo.

 

The shock was astounding. Pam's weight forced the dildo between her round, firm ass cheeks, and in moments the slippery shaft found her tight, pink asshole. The lubricated cock popped in, stretching her wide as it slid deep into her ass.  Gabrielle wrapped her latex clad hands around Pam, clasping them over her full breasts and holding her steady as the black rubber cock sank to its base.  Now trapped and unable to move an inch, pinned to Gabrielle by her long, black shaft, Pam held still with her asshole tightly stretched as Robert smiled and slid himself deeper into her pussy.

 

Pam gasped. She'd only ever seen this in porn, but she'd never imagined how it would truly feel to have both her tight ass and dripping pussy filled with huge cocks. She could actually feel Gabrielle's dildo and Robert's hot, firm shaft rub against each other inside her, separated only by the muscles of her own body. With each thrust of Robert's enormous erection Pam felt a delicious, overwhelming shudder of pleasure course through her body. She felt as if she was electrified, grounded between the two cocks penetrating her, and her entire body felt numb but for the hot, powerful waves of energy pounding from between her legs.

 

'Fuck me, Robert! Deeper! Harder!' She was barely aware of her own voice descending from words to loud, guttural groans as Foster's thick cock stretched her tight. Her moans were echoed by Gabrielle's beneath her and Robert's above her, animal sounds that drowned out the wet, sucking, slapping sound of her drenched pussy and asshole hungrily devouring her mates. Robert loomed over her, using both hands to tear the silk of her dress and expose her heaving breasts.  His head dipped and Pam shuddered as he took a firm nipple between his lips, sucking gently, probing with his tongue as her body shivered with overwhelming sensation.

 

Now Gabrielle's tight, latex encased legs felt hot beneath her. Pam's bouncing body pressed the base of Gabrielle's dildo against her tight pink pussy, and beneath her Pam could feel the girl begin to come. As Robert suckled her breast from above Gabrielle nuzzled her neck from beneath, nibbling and licking her soft, smooth skin as she came. Her moans became panting, sharp breaths as her orgasm peaked again and again, each hot breath gasping against Pam's neck.  

 

Gabrielle went limp beneath her, spent and exhausted, and Pam rolled slowly to the side, sliding herself gently from the dildo buried deep in her ass. Robert rolled with her onto the bed as the tip of the dildo popped wetly from between her cheeks, and now Pam spun to lay atop Robert as Gabrielle lay beside them, delirious, running her hands ecstatically across her tight, shiny body.

 

Now in control Pam writhed frantically above Robert, thrusting her hips harder and faster, drawing Robert's cock deeper inside. In just moments she felt the waves of joy shrink, tighten, contract into a tight ball of energy deep in her belly, and with one final thrust the ball exploded, sending waves of gasping pleasure pounding through her body. The sound of her coming brought Robert to his peak, and Pam pushed down deep in anticipation of his orgasm.

 

The first jet of hot cum felt like a gift, her prize for beating Gabrielle. Robert's spray filled her, gushing into her body and dripping from her, running slowly down her legs. Robert gasped as he came, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm, and the two collapsed against each other, Pam's breasts squeezed against Robert's firm, broad chest.

 

As their breaths slowed from gasps to deep, exhausted shudders Pam rested her head on Robert's chest, looking over at Gabrielle. The French woman was beaten, and she knew it.  Her gaze was on Robert, and her fingers lightly played between her legs beneath the black dildo still protruding from her body.  Pam knew that Gabrielle understood she'd never again be with Foster. He'd made his choice, and as he held Pam tight on the bed she felt enveloped in warmth, safety and security as Gabrielle lay in the cold, outside the circle, alone. 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

The sounds of the Parisian night whispered quietly from the streets below as Pam and Robert lay naked on the soft, cool grass on the rooftop at Sacre Couer. Nothing had been said since they arrived back at the house. Gabrielle had been left to sleep in the suite, defeated but sated, and Robert had led Pam quietly by the hand to the car.  They'd moved silently through the city streets, slowly winding their way back to the steep cobbled streets of Montmartre and the dark entrance to the  house. Through the labyrinthine corridors they'd moved, up the stone stairs to the roof garden, and there they lay, bodies tight against each other in the Parisian night, each absently playing with the other.  Her hands teased his thick shaft, fingertips playing lightly on its tip, and his lightly fondled her breasts, his fingers circling her firm, pouting nipples playfully. Both were content to watch the city sleep, to simply be in each other's presence

 

'Nobody else,' whispered Robert, finally. 'I don't want anyone but you.'

 

Pam smiled softly. She known for hours. She'd seen in his eyes that she wasn't just another in a long line of women. She'd seen the way he looked at her, and the way he'd looked at Gabrielle. He didn't have to say the words, not yet, but she knew he loved her.

 

'I don't want anyone but you,' she replied.

 

Silence once again fell. Robert took Pam's hand and held tight, as if afraid she'd vanish into the night. His eyes met hers, and he leaned in and whispered quietly in her ear, 'It may be dangerous, being with me.'

 

Pam drew back her head in surprise.  That was the last thing she expected to hear. 'What do you mean, dangerous?' She looked into his eyes, and beyond his calm exterior she noticed an edge of fear; darkness.

 

He smiled softly, squeezed her hand tight. 'We'll talk about it when we're home in New York.  There are some things you need to know. Don't worry about it now.' He turned his gaze to the distant Eiffel Tower, a bright spot towering over the low, dark city.  'Let's just enjoy tonight.'

 

She held his hand as if her life depended on it and gazed out across the silent city. Above them, echoing quietly in the night, the five bells of Sacre Coeur began to chime the hour.

 

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Chapter One

 

Kathryn balanced awkwardly on her knees, thankful for the thick carpet, and clasped her hands tight behind her back as instructed by Master. Master. She rolled the word over her tongue, enjoying the unexpected tingle of pleasure she felt deep in her pussy when she uttered it. There was something so deliciously naughty about the word. Master... Master... Mmmmmmaster.

 

He stood over her, slowly circling as he surveyed her body. "From this point onwards, Kathryn, my word is law. You must obey my commands immediately and without complaint. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes, Master," she purred, savoring the tight little shiver between her legs. Just uttering the word made her pussy clench, and she realized the anger was all but gone. In its place was a strange sense of anticipation; a delicious but unnerving sense of inevitability.  It was too late to back out now, she thought, and with that acceptance of the situation came an unexpected benefit. She was actually looking forward to sleeping with the man calmly surveying her body. 

 

Master must have noticed something in the way her body moved as she spoke. Standing behind her he reached down, hooked his fingers beneath Kathryn's tight latex skirt and ran his fingertips along the puffy, moist lips of her pussy. She gasped lightly at his touch, and pressed herself toward his hand.

 

"You're already wet, Kathryn. Can you tell me what arouses you?" His fingers dipped between her lips, slipping deep inside, and when he removed them he held his glistening hand inches from Kathryn's face. She could smell her sweet juice on him, and had to fight a sudden urge to lick his fingers clean.

 

"It's your name, Master." her voice shuddered a little as she spoke. "I can't explain it, but when I say the word I feel a little... buzz, I guess. Like you're holding a vibrator to my clit. I... I kinda like it."

 

Master smiled. "That's good, Kathryn. It makes me happy to see your pussy get so wet for me. Many girls enjoy addressing their dominants by an honorary title. It tends to help them release control of the situation and enjoy it on a deeper level. I think you'll find this is just the first of many new things you'll learn about yourself tonight. Lick."

 

Kathryn bowed her head forward and delicately ran her tongue over Master's fingers. They tasted incredible. As long as she could remember she'd been fascinated by the taste of her own pussy. Whenever she played with herself she always coated her fingers with her own honey and drew it across her lips, and the opportunity to do the same with the fingers of a strong, beautiful man drove her crazy.

 

There was more, though. She realized her arousal stemmed from the order itself.  He told her to do something, and she did it. A tight little pulse of warmth deep within her whispered this new, delightful discovery: it's so simple. You can abandon control. You can enjoy his commands. Give in to his will.

 

Master slid his fingers from her mouth and wiped himself dry on his trousers. "That's enough for now, Kathryn. I don't want you getting excited too quickly. Now stand. That's right, stand up straight. Hands clasped behind your back. Face forward, and lower your eyes. Now, this is called position one. Whenever I order it you'll take that position immediately.

 

"If I order you into position two you'll kneel as you just did. Position three, you'll kneel and then lean forward, cross your arms in front of you and rest your forehead on them. There may be other positions in which I want you, but those are the three you must know for now. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes, Master," Kathryn said quickly, half wishing he'd ordered her into position three so she could present him with her pussy. Suddenly it seemed to be gushing with arousal.

 

"Now," he whispered, leaning in close to unclasp the leather collar from her neck. "You won't be needing this any longer. Instead you'll wear my collar. Tilt back your head."

 

Kathryn couldn't see the collar Master was placing around her neck, but she could feel it was heavier than the leather choker issued as part of her uniform. This was tighter, and she could feel the cold steel of a D-ring at her throat and some sort of light tin label, like a military dog tag, hanging from the ring. The image of Master attaching a leash and leading her around flashed through her mind, and again that confusing, slightly scary tingle of pleasure pulsed between her legs. What's wrong with me?, she thought. I've never been turned on by this stuff before.

 

Master pulled a strap tight at the back of her neck, then stepped back to enjoy his handiwork. "How does it feel?", he asked, smiling. "Is it comfortable?"

 

Kathryn nodded. "Yes, Master. It's very comfortable."

 

"Good," he replied. "This is your training collar. You'll wear it whenever you're in the club, but you may remove it when I leave. This collar signifies that you are both under my protection and undergoing your training as a submissive. While wearing this collar you may not play with others without my express permission, and you must respond to all commands promptly and to the letter. If, in time, you decide you wish to continue beyond your basic training - and if I'm pleased with your performance and wish to continue as your Master - I may replace this collar with a collar of ownership."

 

At the word 'ownership' Kathryn felt another of those now familiar shudders of excitement run through her body, and her inner thighs tickled as her pussy gushed a little honey. She wondered how these simple words - words she'd heard a million times over - could now have become so sexually charged; how they could excite her, despite her disgust at the obscene, seemingly cruel activities of the club. She didn't understand, but as she stood with her hands tightly clasped behind her back, eyes cast to the floor as Master surveyed her, she realized she was eager to delve further into this dark, confusing but tantalizingly new and exciting universe.

 

"Now," said Master, shaking her from her reverie, 'we're going to go watch a show."

 

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