PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (18 page)

‘You bastard,’ Cally spat at Mathers. ‘I only put myself through all this for you and for that job. I worked hard for you.’

‘This little set-up was his idea.’ Mathers indicated where the blame lay, with a wave of his hand. ‘I’ll set you up in a nice apartment and you can work hard for me again, over a table. I’ve seen you. You like it rough. Well I can provide what you crave. Every damn day. It’s either that, or you’re finished anyway.’

Cally thought she could either cry, or get mad. She got mad. She focused her wrath on Mathers for starters. ‘You bastard, you never had any intention of hiring me for
City News
.’

Jake intervened. ‘Leave him to me, Cally. He’s my problem.’ He tried to take her arm and pull her back to a safe distance.

Cally shook him off. ‘Get me some clothes.’ She was damned if she’d stand there naked for either one’s amusement a moment longer.

Jake walked across, picked up the dress, and handed it to her. He kept his eye on Mathers all the while and stood between him and Cally while she dressed.

She straightened up and looked Jake in the eye. She was tired of being pushed around by these two. She might like a bit of sexual playtime but that and this were very different. ‘No. He’s my problem and unless you want to be part of my problem too, you’ll listen and help me.’

Mathers snorted. ‘Perhaps you weren’t worth the money I paid you after all, Stone.’

‘Shut up.’ Cally had no intention of letting herself be intimidated by Mathers a moment longer. It was like he’d said. He was never going to give her the job. And he could make it virtually impossible to get any other, at least in this city. ‘Perhaps you should find out what it’s like being treated like the animal you really are.’

‘He’s not worth it, Cally,’ Jake interceded.

‘No, but his wife is.’ It was about time she started to use her intelligence instead of her emotions.

Mathers’ face turned toward Cally. ‘You leave my wife out of this. She knows nothing and that’s the way it’s going to stay.’

Cally jabbed him with her forefinger, square in the middle of his chest. ‘Oh, she knows plenty, believe me. And she doesn’t deserve any of it. You say I’ll never make an investigative journalist, but I’ve kept my ear to the ground and I’ve learnt plenty about you and your poor wife.’

Cally continued prodding him until she wasn’t sure Mathers’ obvious discomfort came from the pain in his chest or the worry building about what she was going to reveal. ‘You, Joe Mathers, are a disgusting, serial two-timing rat. You hit on every female young enough to be your daughter who comes through that revolving door. And sometimes they are so naive you get lucky.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Mathers protested.

‘I’ve seen the receipts for the restaurants and I photocopied them, for insurance.’ Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jake starting to look impressed.

‘Business expenses,’ Mathers countered. ‘Who’s going to question that?’

Cally’s eyes lit up. ‘And the hotels and weekends away, when you told your wife you were working at the office. I have those receipts too. Names. Dates. I have a whole dossier on your nefarious activities, Mr Mathers.’

‘Now look here –’

‘No, you look here. It’s about time you learnt to be a little less pushy. A little sweeter. A bit more like the type of husband your poor, patient wife should have got for her money.’

Mathers’ cheeks turned purple. ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he blustered.

‘I think you’ll findI do. What the hell did you think I did to occupy my time when you’d finished touching me up and wanted to get on with the real business of the day? When you shoved me out of the room to make coffee for the
real
journalists?’ Cally saw Jake look a little abashed when she mentioned making coffee. Cally was beyond shame. She pushed on like a steamroller; the last 48 hours of submission had built a head of steam in her that was ready to blow.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I researched. I researched you and the newspaper you head up, and I researched your wife.’

Jake looked even more interested in Mathers than Cally at this moment.

Cally continued, drawing both men’s eyes back to her. ‘I know the money is your wife’s. She paid for everything. Got you where you are now. Without her, you’d still be the second-rate old hack you promised to be from the start. And it’s about time Katherine Mathers got a little payback, got a husband who showed some gratitude, instead of a cheating weasel like you.’

‘You bitch!’ Mathers struck out at Cally. Jake was faster. And bigger. He grabbed the struggling newspaper tycoon and held on. Cally ran for the shackles and Jake forced each arm out in turn as Cally trussed him up.

‘Hook him to the ceiling,’ she puffed, as she helped drag the furiously enraged man to the corner and forced his hands above his head.

They stood back as soon as he was restrained and watched him pitch and pull and hang impotently in the place where he had tormented Cally, minutes before.

‘I’ll take you down for this,’ Mathers threatened Jake. ‘I’ll have you buried in concrete right up to your caved-in skull.’

Cally moved in and stroked Mathers’ hot cheek. She purred as she spoke. ‘I don’t think you’re in any position to do anything but as you’re told.’

‘You fucking little cock-tease. Uncuff me or –’

Cally muffled his vitriol with a hand over his mouth. ‘I think you need some time to cool off and remember you’re here to please me, not the other way around. I’ll say when you get uncuffed. Is that clear?’ She released his mouth.

He started off again and she smothered his words once more. ‘Next time I remove my hand, you will stay silent or I will gag you. Are we in any doubt?’ Mathers looked as though he could murder her. Jake took a step closer and Mathers recognised the unspoken threat that implied. He nodded.

‘Good.’ Cally removed her hand slowly. ‘Now you are going to be trained to please your wife. What do you say to that? You may speak. Quietly.’

‘You’re crazy if you think you can do that to me. Or that Katherine could either.’ He laughed derisively, no doubt at the thought of any woman being in control of him.

Cally knew he’d be a tough nut to crack, but she was tough too. She could fight fire with fire. She spoke menacingly. ‘You thought you could do it to me. And I’ve learnt from a master. Techniques like you wouldn’t believe. I intend to share with you everything I know. After all, you’ve paid a lot of money for it. You really ought to get some of the benefits.’

Jake spoke up for the first time, addressing himself to Mathers. ‘And you can leave Katherine Mathers to me. I also have footage on all our little arrangement meetings, where you tell me everything you want me to do to make Cally yours. By the time I tell Katherine exactly what you’ve been up to with Cally here, she’ll be ready to learn everything I’ve got to show her. And give me double what you paid me too. Now I’d call that a win-win. What do you say to that?’

Mathers sounded off again, at Jake, this time. ‘You whoreson –’

Jake moved to punch him but Cally stopped Jake with the lightest of touches. ‘You can leave the training of this one to me, Jake Stone. I’m a quick learner. I know how to handle a bad boy.’ Jake grinned at her. Cally smoothed her open palm, with the lightest of touches, over Mathers’ limp dick. She spoke over her shoulder to Jake. ‘Go work your magic on Katherine. We’ll meet up later in the boardroom to swap notes.’

Jake tossed her a couple of shackles attached to a chain. ‘You might want to put these round his ankles. There are bolts to attach them to in the wall above the skirting.’

Cally looked down in surprise. She’d never noticed them before but there they were. Her quizzically raised eyebrows must have prompted Jake’s next remark.

‘Never needed to use them on you, Cally. But that one –’ he indicated Mathers with a curt toss of his head ‘– might kick like a mule.’

Cally and Jake gave each other a knowing stare. As she saw Jake through the door, she whispered to him, ‘And don’t think you’re off the hook either, Jake Stone.’

His smile told her he might be looking forward to it.

Chapter Fourteen

C
ALLY TURNED BACK
to Mathers as the door closed behind Jake. He was struggling to free his hands, his face reddened as much by the effort as by the indignity of being caught at the mercy of the young woman he had intended to use in a similar manner.

‘You’d better let me out of here, you little bitch, if you know what’s good for you,’ he threatened.

Cally padded around him, dropping down to clip a short chain to a bolt at one side. ‘Now, Joe, stop and assess the situation for a minute. I don’t really think you’re in any position to make demands. Or threats.’

She grabbed one of his ankles and he tried to shake her off, but she was too quick. The steel shackle clipped neatly closed with a snap. She stepped smartly back as he kicked out at her with his free leg.

‘Now play nicely, Joe,’ she purred. ‘If you kick me, I’ll just leave you hanging there until Jake comes back. But if you’re good,’ she promised, ‘you and I can have a little fun.’

Mathers’ attention was clearly caught by the idea. God, what an arrogant pig he was. But whatever worked. It gave her enough of a distraction to secure his other ankle.

She shortened the chains to pull his legs apart.

‘Now, first things first.’ Cally stood very close to Mathers, letting her body in the sexy little dress do some of the work for her.

Mathers looked down her cleavage. He was warming to the notion. ‘I can live with the idea of a little fun. Get on with it, then.’

Cally realised she’d have to adapt the way Jake tormented her, if it was going to work on Mathers.

‘I want to take this dress off. I work better naked.’

Mathers grunted. ‘Now you’re talking.’ His eyes glittered hard. His breath came harshly. And down below, Cally could see she was having an effect as his erection thrust at the front of his trousers.

‘You’re going to have to get naked too.’ Cally’s voice was low and soft and as sexy as she could make it.

‘Well you’ve kind of got me there. I’m all tied up.’

She stroked his cheek. ‘Funny boy. You’ll have to let me help you.’ Cally was amazed at how quickly he’d stopped fighting and started following her lead.

She pulled his shirt out of the belted waistband of his trousers and began opening buttons. Slowly. How she laughed to herself at the number of times Mathers went to reach for her in his lust, forgetting all about his restraints. He had to learn that she was in control. She pulled the edges of his shirt open and placed her hands on his chest.

Frankly, for a 48-year-old man, he was pretty well looked after. Despite the business dinners and sleazy nightclubs, he had spent enough time on the golf course and in the most expensive gym in the city to ameliorate the worst ravages of time and lifestyle. And, of course, there were all the pretty young women he pursued for carnal pleasure.

Cally recalled she would have become one of those, if Mathers had had his way. She dragged her nails over his nipples.

‘Watch it, you bitch,’ he snapped, in response to the pain.

Cally’s response was to grasp the turgid tips between her thumb and forefinger and twist and roll very firmly back and forth, making him wince and thrash about to evade the pain.

‘You are going to have to learn a little respect, Joe, if you want me to allow you a little pleasure. And it starts with the name-calling. The next time you address me in a way that I find disrespectful, you will feel real pain.’

Mathers’ eyes widened, as if it had just started to sink in how vulnerable he was. But he wasn’t ready to roll over. ‘You’ll get ten years for this. Kidnapping and bodily assault is a crime in this country.’

She smiled inwardly, remembering when she accused Jake of the same. ‘Indeed it is.’ She wasn’t in the least bit bothered by his pathetic reminder. Remembering Jake’s CCTV footage of her masturbating in the kitchen, she knew hidden cameras would be rolling even now. ‘And I have some great film of you whipping me and spanking me and if Katherine and the Press Complaints people ever get to see it, never mind an employment lawyer, you’ll be the one doing ten to life. Mine will simply be a crime of passion, in devastated revenge, unless that part of the footage gets lost, of course.’

Mathers knew he was trapped. ‘I’ll get you for this, you little whore.’

‘Clearly you need a reminder about respect.’ Cally went to the desk and fetched a pair of scissors. Mathers went pale as she approached him.

Cally presumed all manner of visions of her castrating him with a pair of blunt office scissors would be sending his mind into overload. And she didn’t see any harm in that for a bit. It would give her an edge. Remind the smug prig that she held all the aces and he’d better comply. She turned the scissors in her fingers, in front of his face, as if she really was weighing up just how much damage they could cause to his pride and joy.

She had to clamp her lips together to prevent herself smiling. One thing she didn’t want was to come across as a psycho. She was aiming more for a barely constrained dominatrix. Joe began to pale.

‘Oh, calm down, Joe.’ Cally put Mathers out of his misery. ‘You wouldn’t be much use to me, or to Katherine, without your personal assets. And you do want to please me, don’t you?’

Cally stroked her hand over his slightly less eager cock. She moved around behind him and, lifting the bottom of his shirt, cut a snick into the fabric. Mathers jerked as if she was disembowelling him.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ he yelped, twisting ineffectively to catch a glimpse of her intentions.

‘What am I doing?’ she repeated. ‘Whatever I want to, Joey. You’re here for my pleasure, now.’

Cally reinforced her message with a little tweak of his butt. Not as solid as Jake’s, of course, but she was pleased to find him firm beneath her fingers and she told him so.

‘I’m glad to see you’ve kept yourself in shape, Joe. It’s so much nicer for a woman to play with a man who has looked after his body. Now I want to see what you’ve got to tempt me with. I want you completely naked.’

‘You could have had that if we’d done things my way,’ he countered.

Cally grasped the back of his shirt, where she had made the cut, and rent the fabric asunder in one noisy rip, from base to collar, where it stuck.

‘Christ, Cally.’ Joe flinched.

She ran her cool hand up his spine and across the smooth muscles of his back. ‘Nice, Joe. Real nice.’

The cold blade of the scissors touched his neck beneath the collar and Joe twitched.

‘Relax, Joe,’ Cally encouraged. ‘You can’t change this. I decide what happens to you now and you just have to submit to me.’

Joe struggled in his restraintsas if to challenge her words. He most certainly wasn’t used to obeying a woman, in anything. He was used to calling the shots. Well, that was just tough. It was long overdue that he realised women were not there for his use. That they had power too.

And Cally felt really powerfulright now. She liked this game almost as much as the one she played with Jake taking charge of her. Almost.

The scissors sawed through the stiff collar and the quality garment fell in two halves, hanging off his shoulders. Cally walked around to admire the sight. Joe was a decent looking man. It was a pity he seemed to know it only too well and take advantage of the fact, by using women. Well, she was about to change all that.

‘I like to see you tied up like that, Joe, with your clothes hanging in tatters around you. Like my slave.’ She ran her hand over the muscles of his chest, stroking and teasing, and Joe responded appropriately with his erection jutting.

‘Untie me, Cally, and I’ll show you something you’ll like even more.’ Mathers’ arrogance was getting the better of him, even now. His eyes were hooded, and despite the fact he was angry at her for treating him this way, he was only flesh and blood. And weak for it. For her.

‘You’re not learning your lesson, Joe. This is no longer about what you want. Only what I want is going to happen. I think I’m going to have to get a little tougher with you.’

Her fingers slid beneath the leather of his belt and tugged the end from the buckle. She wrenched the leather to one side, to release the clasp, holding the belt cinched and taut around his waist for a few moments, holding his gaze before releasing it, along with Joe’s breath. The leather was withdrawn slowly from the tabs and Cally twisted a few turns of it around her palm, slapping the loose end against her open hand with a satisfying smack.

‘Don’t you even think about it, Cally,’ Joe warned.

It made her mad. He was prepared to whip her. She could feel the sting even now of the lash and of his open palm. Mathers had spanked her so hard all the pleasure that she knew she got from being made to bend over at a man’s will was lost. It made her temper flare.

‘You’re not learning, Joe. If I choose to flay you with your own belt, then that is what I will do.’ She flicked the end against his pectoral muscle, without force. He flinched. ‘I suggest you don’t challenge me, Joe. You wouldn’t like to see what I will do to you if you make me really angry.’ She allowed it to slap across his chest again with a little more force, leaving a slight pink mark on his golden flesh.

She was satisfied to see that Joe remained silent. He glared at her though, far from broken, as her hand gently soothed the pain away.

Pain and pleasure. Alternating. Wasn’t that how Jake had had her begging for his mercy?

She tossed the belt to the floor, noting the relief in Joe’s eyes. Her fingers slipped beneath his waistband and he hitched his breath. ‘I want to see you naked,’ she recalled him to her purpose. Again she was reminded of the way Jake had allowed her to anticipate what he was about to do to her, to heighten the level of erotic anxiety by letting her own mind do half the work for him. ‘Completely naked, for my pleasure.’

Joe appeared to have a potent mixture of terror and excitement coursing through his veins. ‘I thought you said you were going to get naked too,’ he reminded her.

‘And I might just take off this flimsy dress and my little thong underneath.’ She liked the effect of her hints upon him. ‘Perhaps I might want to rub my naked body over yours.’ She paused, for effect. Then her voice became more matter-of-fact. ‘Or perhaps not. The point is I will choose. Not you. You will have to accept whatever happens. You are here to pleasure me.’

Again, Cally could sense the war raging within Mathers between his own erotic stimulation and fury at being impotent to control matters between them. She just knew that if someone released him right now, he would spank her senseless and fuck her furiously. The thought of both made her clitoris and nipples sing. She could really understand what Jake had gone through while he was training her. She knew, now, why he had had to stimulate himself to orgasmic relief so often. If it wasn’t for the satisfaction it would give Joe Mathers, she would go and search out those love eggs and buzz herself to ecstasy.

Cally opened the waist of Joe’s trousers and slid down the zip. His erection pushed against her hand as she rubbed down its length. He moaned. She slapped his penis gently, which he enjoyed equally. Cally smoothed her hand over his boxer shorts, cupping his cock and balls in her hand. Mathers groaned his pleasure.

‘Make one more sound and I will gag you,’ she told him sternly and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

He bit out a response, reminding her so much of what she had gone through with Jake. ‘How can I help it when you fondle me like that? I’m a man, for God’s sake.’

‘You just had to challenge my order. Now I’m going to gag you.’

Cally picked up the scissors. Clearly Mathers did not trust her as he pulled backwards, like she was about to cut out his tongue.

She dipped down and commenced cutting up one trouser leg, right through to the waistband, where she halted.

Mathers just couldn’t seem to remember the position he was in. ‘Hey, this is an expensive suit.’

‘I don’t care.’

The second leg was treated in the same way. She stood and sawed the last two cuts through the waist band. The garment fell in tatters. Cally retrieved a piece of the leg fabric and tore it into a long strip, which she commenced to tie, tightly, around Mathers’ mouth. Struggle as he might, she secured it with a resolve that surprised them both.

‘That’s better. I will do the talking from now on. You are here to listen to me. And to give me pleasure.’

A garbled noise emerged from Mathers’ mouth. He was pretty angry at his treatment.

‘Your wilful behaviour will not go unpunished, Joe. Obey my commands or suffer the consequences. Now remain silent.’

Mathers raged at her again, bucking against his restraints.

Looking about the room, Cally’s eyes seized on the soft leather cat o’ nine tails with which both Jake and Mathers had chastised her earlier. A fitting reply. She picked it up and stood before him, teasing the tassels through her fingers, over and over. Mathers squirmed. He didn’t like what was coming. Maybe he didn’t get off on strict discipline, like she did.

Cally thought it was fitting to remind him that he had lashed her with the same implement himself. ‘I seem to recall you liked using this, Joe, when it was upon my soft skin. Jake told you to be gentle, but did you listen? No. You were enjoying the perverse pleasure it gave you too much to care that I was getting hurt with it. Did it give you an erection, Joe? Did it make you hot? Horny? Did it make you want to fuck me more, knowing I was suffering?’

Mathers shook his head, denying what they both knew to be true.

‘Well, that is the sort of pleasure I am going to get, watching you get punished for disobeying me.’

Cally flicked out the whip gently and watched the multiple fronds fall over Mathers’ stomach, groin, and thighs. He yelped, even though she knew that her first stroke could not have caused him any pain.

She trailed it over his chest and shoulder, tickling his skin as she walked around behind him. He tensed for the first real flogging to begin. Cally drew back her hand and, in her best tennis serve action, dealt him the first snap across his back.

He hissed in his breath at the pain which would have intensified and radiated out across his skin, warming it. Cally knew the feeling well enough to understand it. It was this knowledge that made her a deadly proponent of the art of the whip and she wondered where Jake had learnt his skills from.