The Alexandra Series (76 page)

“Yes, ma’am.”

Backing away from the desk, Jocelyn opened the center drawer and pulled out a foot long wooden ruler—the old fashioned kind with the metal straight edge on one side. Moving around the desk, she stood close to the withering young maid, at her side just inches from her, so the girl could likely feel her breath teasing her heated face.

“Take off your skirt,” she ordered.

Helena balked in surprise.

“Yes, take off your skirt,” she repeated.

Reaching around to the back, the young woman lowered the zipper and then the skirt, the wisp of material dropping to the floor to be kicked away by her feet. She was naked underneath.

“How immodest,” Jocelyn said looking down. “Who are you trying to seduce, no panties?” She snapped the ruler against the girl’s upper thigh.

“Ouch!”

“You want us to see your naked pussy, is that why you wear so little?” She snapped the ruler again and the maid jerked. “Answer me!”

“Yes, ma’am.” She flinched as the ruler hit a third time.

“You don’t like the wood, do you?” she mocked her. “If you expected the provocative feel of leather, you’ll be disappointed this time. This is much more punishing.” The ruler smacked her thigh again, and then right on the ass in a flurry of heated strikes, until the pert round orbs were rose red. Standing close together made the punishment an intimate one, eyes meeting eyes, Jocelyn’s other hand at one point holding Helena’s chin in her hand, so that the girl couldn’t alter the face to face encounter.

Jocelyn wanted it that way, practically smacking the girl’s behind with her in her arms. It might not be as swift or fierce as a more formal distance, but it would be more effective, and far more personal. She would not be avoiding the personal nature of her crime.

Each strike of the ruler provoked an uneasy jerk in the maid, though after the first hit, Helena held back her verbal protests, a small act of defiance in reply to the treatment. Not able to take her eyes off the dominant Jocelyn, however, more tears were soon forming as the pain became acute. When Jocelyn stopped, it was sudden. She backed away with a grim smile. “Take this to Mrs. Kozak and apologize to her for your behavior.”

The half naked Helena turned to the blonde woman in the chair behind her—her contrite look more real this time. There was no pleasure in the ruler’s biting sting, she only had the humiliation to joy in, and even that was tainted by a rising sense of shame.

An unusual position for the ultimate submissive, Alex, looking in Helena’s eyes, was looking into a mirror. To dominate this woman would hardly be a treat when Alex was trembling, remembering her own treachery punished in this very room. The memory was so delicious, she wanted to change places with the girl, though that was hardly possible.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Kozak,” Helena began her apology. “I didn’t mean to cause you and Mrs. Harold any harm. I’m rather fond of both of you.”

“I can see that,” Alex said. There was a natural kindness in her voice that was not in Jocelyn’s. “But remember, Helena, there are times when going to extremes will only hurt you. Those who have power over you have the cards on their side when they don’t need you for anything. I learned that in this house. Understand, being here is a gift to yourself, a privilege, one you shouldn’t abuse by defying the very people you’re here to serve. You’re lucky you’re not on the street now. You understand that?”

“I think so, ma’am.”

“Good. Now move to your knees and put your head on the floor.” Her voice turned sharp giving the command, even though she could imagine herself bowing like this with her ass submissively raised. How many times she’d yielded in that manner! And now, how severe could she really be on a woman so like herself?

It didn’t take but just seconds for Alex to have her answer. The ruler cracked sharply against the upturned ass, and like on so many occasions in her association with Reggie, Alex discovered unexplored territory in her psyche that was actually feeling quite good at the moment. Again and again the firm wood peppered the girl’s aching rear cheeks, Helena sobbing from the instant the punishment began. The kneeling woman pressed herself into the thick Oriental rug, letting it cushion the repeated blows, though it did little to ease her woe. The fiery feel of wood against flesh was nothing but pure agony.

When Alex finished, Jocelyn was kneeling at Helena’s side with a dildo abruptly pressed to the woman’s ass.

“Oh no!” the girl roared.

But the thick prick entered her nonetheless, and with Jocelyn’s fury still unspent, the girl was fucked hard with powerfully thrusting dildo.

“Now, satisfy her,” Jocelyn ordered in the middle of the assault.

The girl was too in shock to immediately obey the command; though a few smacks from Jocelyn spurred her on. Pulling up her dress, Alex offered the submissive young thing her fragrant pussy; and while Helena was breached from behind by the thrusting dildo, her mouth descended to bring Jocelyn’s lover a welcome moment of release.

“You’re very good for a novice,” Jocelyn purred in Helena’s ear. Alex was about to cum, the crying submissive was beginning an orgasmic ride of her own, and Jocelyn was in a premiere glory—her lust depending on the power she wielded over both women. However, as soon as Jocelyn heard the familiar sounds of Alex’s satisfaction, the whimpers and muted cries escape her lips, she pulled Helena away, forcing her to sit back on her legs with the dildo still shoved inside her ass. She could see by the girl’s distress that she’d not yet climaxed.

“When Alex has finished with you, Helena,” Jocelyn said rising to her feet, “you can come upstairs and do the same for me while Mr. Harold takes your ass.” She gave the girl a final lethal smirk, then swaggered to the back of the room taking Reggie’s hand as she left the library.

Chapter Fifteen

“She was remarkable,” Reggie said. “I’m sorry you weren’t there.” The two were in the sauna at the athletic club, whispering back and forth, though they didn’t much care if anyone heard or not.

“Alex told me very little,” Will said.

“Not that she spanked her first bottom?” Reggie asked.

“Something was mentioned.”

“Rather good job too,” Reggie recalled the nasty session between submissives.

“Let’s not get carried away,” Will said dryly. “I have enough to conquer with Alex being a recalcitrant brat. So, how’s Jocelyn fairing in her new role? You going to let her claim you too?”

“You don’t think she’s a natural submissive, do you?”

“I think Jocelyn is gorgeous. I think she nurtures the hell out of you, which you need; but I don’t for a minute think she’d go to the depths to satisfy her own need. What she does is because she loves you.”

“You want to make wager on that?” Reggie asked.

“I don’t know about that,” Will laughed. “To bet against you about a woman is probably pretty stupid. I just figured you’re blinded by love.”

“You told me once I was smitten, and I am. But blind? No,” Reggie vowed. “After what I saw last night. After all her nastiness was out, I think Jocelyn would have been as happy as Helena cowering on the floor the way she was.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“What she needs is a good sordid seamy ride on the dark side. Ever since I took her to Germany and Hal’s club, it’s haunted her. What she sees with Alex haunts her, what she saw with Helena haunts her. She wants to be that far gone, even if it’s just once.” Reggie inspected Will’s expression as he spoke. “I want you to take her.”

“Me?”

“I want you to punish her, with a little help of course, but you’re the one.”

“
Me
with Jocelyn? She hates me, Reg.” Will shook his head in disbelief.

“I’m not sure hate’s the word. But isn’t that the point?” he replied. “I’m too damned much in love with her to be objective and severe with her.”

Will snickered, thinking how he’d felt the same way about Alex years before, when that inner need in his wife, his girlfriend at the time, had required a tougher kind of dominant than he could be.

“Sounds intriguing, if I believed I could pull it off,” he said.

“You can, trust me. She’ll give in. Meanwhile, I’ll take my own satisfaction from Alex and she’ll hate every minute of it, like she usually does.” He laughed.

Chapter Sixteen

One month later…

It was a Tuesday afternoon, just after lunch, when Will walked into Killian Management Consulting. He turned several heads passing by the secretaries on his way to Jocelyn’s office. Few could resist following him with their eyes as the handsome man with the artistic flair moved by them with a casual air of authority and a sexy grin. He was impressed with Jocelyn’s efficient looking operation, though he didn’t particularly like the artwork on the walls.

He waited several minutes for her secretary to announce him.

“You really should let me hang a few paintings in your reception area,” Will said, as he was ushered into Jocelyn’s office, the woman looking up at him in surprise.

“Will? An unexpected visit.”

He wandered around her office, gazing at paintings, admiring her taste in Oriental furnishings. The view ten floors up made the city look much more serene than it was.

“You’ve got a better view than Reg.”

“I guess I do, though he can see the lake, I can’t,” she answered. She watched him continue his perusal of her private space, knowing that his artistic eye was judging everything, though he was silent about his conclusions. “To what do I owe this pleasant interruption?” she finally asked.

Will whipped around to face her, his hands in his pockets, an easy expression on his face, his dancing eyes catching the glint of light from the windows, making them seem much brighter than they really were. “It’s hardly going to be pleasant,” he said, at last sitting in one of the black lacquer chairs in front of her desk. He leaned back casually, legs crossed man-style.

“You want to tell me what this is about or are you going to keep me guessing?” she asked. For some strange reason she felt ready to blush, though she had no idea why.

“No guessing games, Jocelyn. It’s really very simple. “You’re going to cancel your afternoon plans, lock the door, strip naked, and offer me your body to abuse.”

***

There was a flurry of activity in Alex Kozak’s office. Ever since her last promotion, there was always too much to do at work, and so much pressure it was hard to think. What she wanted was some relief from the aching between her legs, but just as she did every day, she squelched the feelings, squelched the thoughts and the pent-up chaotic energy until she could find a time to let it free. What she wouldn’t have given for an hour with Jocelyn that noon, but they had to cancel their plans when an unexpected meeting came up.

There was a mountain of papers on her desk, a file pulled apart that she was in the midst of reorganizing, and three underlings bringing her more files every ten minutes. Just when she was deep into the maddening mess and confusion, Reggie Harold suddenly appeared in her doorway as surreal and bizarre as a hot air balloon might be floating by her desk.

“You look overworked,” he said.

“It would appear so,” she replied. “Is that really you or am I seeing things?”

“You think you’re talking to ghosts?” he replied amused. He moved around her desk, leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.

“How sweet,” she said.

“It’s as sweet as it gets, Alexandra.”

“Oops, you’re using that name again.”

“You think there’s something behind it?” he asked, quite smug indeed.

“Well isn’t there?” she replied.

“Call your boss,” he said.

“Call my boss? Why?”

“Tell him you have personal matter, an emergency you have to attend to, and beg an hour of time.”

“But why?”

“Do it.”

“He’ll want answers.”

“Make something up.”

“I don’t lie well,” she reminded him.

“Do it, Alexandra, and don’t argue,” he said his voice turning brisk.

Another few files were whisked onto her desk, the young man delivering them giving her an odd glance as he eyed Reggie’s stern face.

“Chris,” Alex called to him.

“I have a problem, we’re going to have to put this off for an hour or so. Tell Sandy we’ll get going on it again after two.”

“I thought it had to be today,” he said annoyed.

“It does, but I’ll stay late if I have to.”

The young man walked out with Reggie locking the door behind him while Alex reached for the phone.

“John,” she said, trying hard to sound worried.

“I just got a call from mother. It’s really an uproar. I need a few minutes to make some calls…Yeah, that’s right, maybe more than a few minutes…yeah. I will, thanks.” She hung up the phone. “So, Reg, I suppose this is your revenge for California.”

“Revenge? Over California? You know, you two are really paranoid.”

“We are?”

“Will and I thought your love affair was long overdue. Your guilt, now that’s interesting, but that’s something you’ll have to handle.”