Under My Boss's Control

I need to regain control of this situation. I open my dresser drawer and pull out the handcuffs again. She mumbles softly in her sleep as I tie her to the bed. She doesn’t wake up though, thanks to how quick I am. I stare at her, admiring my work. I love seeing her like this. I can feel the lust stirring in me again.

I reach back into the drawer and pull out a vibrator. I turn it on for a moment to make sure it still works. I’m satisfied that it does, so I walk back towards her.

She’s still naked from our evening together. I pull the covers off of her and crouch at the foot of the bed. I slowly slide the vibrator inside her and turn it on. I listen to the low buzzing sound it makes. I can’t help myself. I move it all over her pussy, playing with her.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “Yes. Please, Sir.”

But it seems as if she is still half asleep. She is wanting me to pleasure her in her dreams.

She continues to make noises in her sleep, while nodding and half smiling, but she doesn’t wake up. I love this so much. I’m in control. I’m doing what I want to her.

Honestly, though, I kind of miss her being awake. I loved her sounds of pleasure. The knowledge that she was enjoying being with me as much as I was with her gave me such a rush… I stop what I’m doing and shake my head at my thoughts.

There I go, losing control again. I’ve got to stop thinking like this. I can’t keep doing this fucking stuff like I have been or she’s going to wind up thinking that we are involved in something serious, when we clearly, definitely, are not.

She is here because I told her to be, not because I can’t live without her, I remind myself.

But I know it’s just a lie.

I leave the vibrator inside her and sit on the edge of the bed. The sun is just starting to rise. She should be waking all the way up soon.

I sigh quietly.

Why can’t I stop myself from having these strange feelings about her?

For a brief second, I actually wonder what she thinks about me. The moment passes, and I try not to laugh at how ridiculous I’m being. I content myself with waiting for her to wake up so I can continue doing what I want to her. That is why she’s here, after all. For no other reason, I keep reminding myself.

But it isn’t working. These stupid feelings keep resurfacing no matter how hard I try to fight them. This is going to give me a headache if I think about it anymore.

Chapter 9

Samantha

I’ve been having a dream that I’m being pleasured so much I’m in heaven. Something causes me to wake up, though. It’s a mixture of pleasure and fear.

I barely open my eyes and try to move. I’m startled when I can’t. I look around and see that I’m tied up once more. I can hear a vibrator buzzing inside of me. It feels so good. No wonder I’ve been having great dreams!

The pleasure and desire are definitely winning out over the fear. I still wonder why I am tied up, until I notice Ben sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. Instantly I feel calm. I know he is kinky, but I also know that he won’t hurt me.

“Time to wake up,” he says playfully.

He gets on the bed and kneels between my legs.

I start to twist and moan as he starts sliding the vibrator from the front to the back of my pussy, and then back again, pushing it in and out of me. What a divine way to wake up. I could get used to being treated like this.

I don’t have to beg; he knows what I want and continues to tease me with the vibrator. My juices were flowing instantly. I’m wide awake now and ready to continue what we started last night.

My legs are trembling, and I start to whimper a little. Already I’m hungry for more than this.

“Mmmm,” I moan, my voice quiet but high-pitched, like a little mouse. “Mmm. Master. Give me more. More.”

I’m cumming all over the vibrator, twisting and turning as I fly to the highest heights of pleasure.

“Tell me what you want,” Ben commands me.

“I want you, sir!” I cry out. “Fuck me and make me cum, like you’re so good at doing!”

It’s true, right now I want nothing but to be with him. But he doesn’t seem ready to indulge me. I think he just liked hearing me beg.

“No, not yet. I have another idea,” he says sternly.

I want so badly to feel disappointed, but I can’t. The vibrator inside me feels too good. Slowly he pulls it out of me, and then puts it away. I watch him curiously, wondering what he is going to do next.