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  ‘Poor you, you must be so thirsty, all this running around. Have a glass of water.’ Jenna tried to refuse it but Alexander held her nose and forced it down her neck. The water was freezing as it cascaded over her breasts and belly.

  ‘It will take a while for that water to pass through you,’ he said. ‘In the meantime, I intend to tease you a little more. You like to tease, don’t you? Let’s see if you can bear to receive what you so readily give.’ Jenna thought that he would tickle or touch her but his version of teasing was much worse than that – it was showing her his body but not allowing her to touch it. He began to disrobe, slowly but precisely with none of the lingering delight of the true stripper. He removed his shoes and balled up the fine Scottish wool socks inside them. Then he took off his suit and trousers, and brushed them down before hanging them on a padded hanger on the back of his door. He did all of this without looking at her. Broad and muscular legs rose from the floor to meet a firm round butt encased in crisp white boxers. His tie was next, the pin removed first, then the tie itself. Finally he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal that perfectly sculpted torso and flat stomach with its maddeningly erotic scribble of hair beginning at his navel and shooting down underneath his boxers. This sight drove Jenna wild. He flipped through the pages of the Financial Times, still not looking at her. His shirt he placed over the back of his chair. Alexander had his back to Jenna as he rolled the white shorts over his manly hips. She wanted to cry out, ‘Please let me see you,’ but her pride forbade it.

  She writhed on the floor, her poor body tender from the playsuit, her bladder growing more uncomfortably full by the second, her hands bound behind her back. Suddenly he was standing over her. His smooth balls and proud dick protruded and his face looked down on her like a cruel god. In his manicured hand he brandished a solid silver letter-opener in the shape of a dagger, an expensive office item which Jenna knew was as sharp as a razorblade. She shuddered, wondering what he wanted to do with it.

  He bent down, slid the cold silver blade between Jenna’s body and her tight leather bonds, making it even tighter for a second before twisting the blade and slashing at the expensive garment. The relief when the bonds were loosened was as great as an orgasm.

  Alexander let her lie in the slashed black and scarlet strips of leather, before kneeling down so that his cock was jabbing at her tits. He poked her with his hard-on, using it to stroke her. It was such a soft touch and so at odds with his harsh words that she was ashamed of how grateful she felt.

  ‘You like to think of yourself as a prick tease,’ he said with a superior snarl. ‘Well, I’m teasing you with a prick now, and you love it, don’t you?’

  Jenna could only nod in feeble agreement as he continued to stroke her whole body with the tip of his erect penis, his length tracing the red welts the harness had made all over her. It was a soft and gentle caress that contrasted with his utter domination of her and Jenna found it hugely sexy. His cock ran a line down between her breasts, pausing only to lightly smack against each nipple. Jenna watched as the treacherous tits swelled and darkened.

  He knelt at her feet, forced her legs apart.

  ‘You’re dripping wet,’ he said, scorn in his voice. ‘I can’t have that.’

  He pulled a monogrammed handkerchief from his desk drawer, and used it to wipe Jenna’s pussy dry. The handkerchief was sodden within seconds but she was still wet so he used another and then she was bone dry. As if on an impulse, he glanced down at the stained cotton in his hand, balled it up and stuffed it in Jenna’s mouth.

  She was just dry enough for his penetration of her lips to be slightly uncomfortable. His prick was finally in her and she was so grateful that she didn’t care how much he had to humiliate her to do it. He fucked her and fucked her, placing one hand on her lower abdomen as the other worked her clitoris. She knew she was going to come and she knew what relaxing and abandoning herself to the spasms of orgasm would mean but she was so far gone she didn’t care. Jenna felt heat sting her chest and cheeks as the climax welled up in her like a bubbling pan of water boiling over. She closed her eyes as she let go, relief flooding her entire frame, emptying her bladder as the convulsions rocked her body and heat prickled her skin. The sight of her water washing over his cock and balls made Alexander come too and he spunked inside her, his thick sticky white sperm mixing with her golden liquid. She closed her eyes again, lay there, gratified but debased, in a cooling pool of piss and spunk, listening to the sound of Alexander putting his clothes back on again. Shame, relief and pleasure raced around Jenna’s mind, and only when he was gone did she open her eyes, struggle to her feet and wipe herself clean.

  As Jenna cleaned up the office and looked down at her tender flesh, she struggled to come to terms with what had just happened. The mistress had let herself become enslaved, humiliated and debased. The hunter was now the prey. Oh, and she had just experienced the best, most intense orgasm of her life.

  CHAPTER NINE

  ‘YOU LET HIM do what to you?’ Jacqueline was so shocked she froze with her fork halfway to her mouth, but Karl couldn’t control his laughter.

  ‘Now do you believe what I say about people going both ways?’ he said, the ghost of a smug smile on his lips. Jenna sighed.

  ‘I do and I don’t,’ she replied. ‘No-one was more surprised than me when I loved it, but it’s turned everything I know on its head. And it doesn’t make me want to be his slave full time: it makes me want to dom him all the more. I need to redress the balance.’

  Karl and Jacqueline pondered Jenna’s problem, staring into their coffees.

  ‘OK, so he didn’t cure you of your dominant side,’ said Jacqueline. ‘That’s OK. It just means you’ll have to work smarter, not harder.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ asked Jenna.

  ‘Well, you’ve been coming on really strong. That doesn’t work. He just says no and walks off. We need to be a bit more subtle.’

  Jenna was intrigued.

  ‘Go on …’

  ‘Well …’ said Jacqueline. ‘What if we dress you as a sub or something so that he thinks he’s got control – but really it’s you who’s calling the shots? If you surprise him in public then he won’t be able to get away from you. It will be like Sydney all over again.’

  ‘Jacqueline, you’re a genius,’ said Jenna, clapping her hands with excitement.

  ‘I’m not just a pretty face,’ replied Jacqueline.

  ‘No, you’re a great little cunt as well,’ said Karl, reaching in and giving Jacqueline a long, tender, exploratory kiss. Jenna realised for the first time that her friends’ relationship had grown deep and serious while she was absorbed with work and Alexander. She felt a stab of jealousy for the closeness they shared.

  After lunch Jenna went straight back to the office and looked over Alexander’s diary. She didn’t have to thumb through many pages to find an appointment that would be perfect for her to exploit. She put in a call to Jacqueline, outlined her daring idea.

  ‘I can’t do it alone, Jacks,’ she told her friend. ‘Will you help me out?’

  ‘I think you’re absolutely insane,’ said Jacqueline.

  ‘But you’ll help me anyway,’ Jenna ordered.

  ‘Oh yes.’

  Town planning applications aren’t usually the kind of thing to send a sexual frisson through a girl, but Alexander was debating a controversial new development live on television and Jenna couldn’t think of a better opportunity to carry out her plan to teach Alexander who was boss once and for all.

  The debate was taking place in a town hall in the grotty suburb of South London that was Alexander’s constituency. Jenna was grateful she’d never had to visit it before. She was there at eight o’clock, clipboard in hand, Jacqueline posing as her PA, the pair ostensibly running security checks but really sizing up the venue, working out a way to put her plan into action. When she saw the lectern Alexander would be speaking from – raised on a podium, made of curved walnut panelling which hid the speaker’s lower bod
y from view – she said a silent prayer of thanks.

  Jenna and Jacqueline had had to seize their moment when the camera crew broke for tea. Jenna disrobed behind a curtain on the stage, swapping her clothes for a length of coarse fisherman’s rope.

  ‘It’s weird, me tying you up rather than the other way round,’ said Jacqueline, as she arranged a length of rope so that it bisected Jenna’s breast at the nipple, sending a half-melon of flesh spilling out above and below the bondage. Jenna spread her legs and Jacqueline deftly threaded the rope through, parting Jenna’s cunt so that it brushed her clitoris.

  ‘Is it doing anything for you?’ asked Jenna, intrigued, as Jacqueline fastened her hands on her lap and completed her work with a large, chunky granny-knot that Jenna would never be able to undo on her own.

  ‘Not really,’ confessed Jacqueline. ‘I don’t care what Karl says, I’m a sub through and through. You look stunning though. He’ll be rock-hard in your mouth.’

  Jacqueline laid a bottle of water on its side on a ledge inside the lectern so that Jenna would be able to drink from it, like a hamster in a cage. For what she had in mind, she would need a limber, wet mouth. She heard Jacqueline’s footsteps retreating across the stage and felt the temperature in the room rise, a hot, dry heat as the lights and cameras were turned on and people began to file into the hall.

  At the sound of voices, Jenna felt her pulse begin to quicken at her neck as well as between her legs, and her thighs, stuck together, were damp with sweat and her juices. She began to shiver with excitement as a familiar pair of long legs, dressed in light wool trousers with a sharp crease down the front, stood in front of the lectern where she crouched. She wanted to touch him now, but forced herself to wait.

  Alexander and his opponent were introduced and both made their opening speeches. He sounded masterful and full of confidence – arrogance, even – but his left toe, hidden from view of the pubic, tapped furiously, a sign of vulnerability that empowered Jenna. Once or twice, he banged his fist on the lectern to make a point. Jenna shuddered with desire as the vibrations travelled through her bound body.

  Jenna edged forward on her knees and used her teeth to pull back the curtain. Alexander glanced down at the sight before him – his beautiful bronzed assistant, voluntarily wound around with rope that squeezed her firm breasts and made her powerless, knelt before him in a position of absolute submission, but the expression on her face was anything but meek and mild. He was momentarily and uncharacteristically struck dumb.

  Jenna pushed her tits against his legs and licked her lips. Then she leaned in and breathed softly on his crotch, knowing the warm air from her mouth would heat up his prick. To her delight, he started getting hard. She saw the bulge form in his trousers, lifting up the flap of his waistcoat, and protrude against his right thigh. Jenna bared her teeth and used them to undo the buttons of his fly, grateful for the rope which chafed at her breasts and roughly caressed her clit. She was pleased and turned on to notice that Alexander had gone without his crisp white boxers. The long, pink shaft of his cock bobbed free and grew before her eyes, hidden from view of the cameras and everyone in the hall, but gloriously visible to Jenna. She closed her lips and held them against the tip of his prick. To taste him after all this time was heaven. She kept her mouth closed as she bore down on his penis, knowing that penetrating this make-believe resistance would send his arousal through the roof. The whole of his right leg now shook uncontrollably, although his voice remained steady with a quaver imperceptible to all but her.

  Jenna might be dressed as a sub, but she was the one with all the power here. She looked up at Alexander’s face, impressed that he was managing to control himself above the waist. She was acutely aware of her own frustration as she lavished all her attention on Alexander, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head of his erection, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist it, wishing it was his tongue on her clit. This thought made her intensify her own ministrations and she sucked hard, triggering the climax he was powerless to resist. He managed to disguise his orgasm as a coughing fit, his hips thrusting forwards, about to pump Jenna’s mouth full of spunk. She jerked her head back so that his prick was shooting into the air, his milk decorating her whole body. He looked down at her, covered in cum, aghast at what had just happened.

  Jenna winked at him, and used her tongue and teeth to zip him up again. The debate carried on, Alexander winning over the crowd with his usual mixture of wit and élan. Jenna watched as he left the press conference. The look he gave her before leaving was the sternest she had ever been on the receiving end of. It was a cruel, merciless glare which both terrified and exhilarated her.

  Once the press and public had filed out, Jacqueline crept back to the place where she had left Jenna, who untied her.

  ‘Christ, that was hot,’ said Jenna, stretching out aching limbs which were criss-crossed with red-raw rope burns.

  ‘That was horny,’ said Jacqueline. ‘Knowing you were sucking him off … he was helpless between your lips.’ Then, shyly, ‘I was jealous.’ Jenna knew Jacqueline well enough by now to know when she was fishing for punishment.

  ‘Come on then,’ said Jenna, shrugging off her ropes. ‘Clean me up.’ Jacqueline began to tongue-bathe Jenna, sucking Alexander’s spunk off her skin and soothing her fiery flesh. When the smaller woman’s efforts had completely cleansed her of any droplets of spunk, Jenna spread her legs to reveal a swollen, yearning clit. ‘Did I say you could finish?’ asked Jenna, an eyebrow arched. Jacqueline dropped to her knees, and let her tongue and lips flutter over Jenna’s bud in the quick-fire caresses she knew her mistress loved. Jenna came hard, a gush of juice hot and wet between her legs.

  ‘Now then,’ she said, businesslike and brisk now that her climax was over, as Jacqueline handed over her clothes. ‘I’d better go and face the music.’

  Alexander was waiting for her at the office, towering over his desk, hands balled into fists. She had never seen him look this angry, or this sexy.

  ‘Something wrong?’ she asked him.

  ‘You know fucking well what’s wrong.’ He spoke in the stage whisper of someone who is seconds away from losing his temper and roaring with rage. ‘You stupid, arrogant little bitch. How dare you jeopardise my career like that? How dare you?’

  ‘You fucking loved it,’ said Jenna. ‘You came so hard you were shaking. Why can’t you admit it? You’re a fucking prick.’

  ‘And you’re fucking fired.’ Now it was Jenna’s turn to feel white-hot anger burning in her belly. How dare he apply these double standards to their relationship?

  ‘You can’t fire me,’ Jenna shot back. ‘Because I quit.’

  ‘Fine!’ shouted Alexander, and turned his back to her. Jenna saw that he was shaking. Strong words were on the tip of her tongue: she was about to let rip, telling him that he was a bully but a coward too, afraid to let a strong woman take control of him, terrified to admit that he liked it. But she reconsidered and bit the words back before they were spoken. Inspiration struck her and she decided to try a different tactic. She walked around the desk and placed a hand on Alexander’s trembling shoulder.

  ‘Let it go,’ she said, tenderly. ‘Let me take charge. I give you my permission, and my promise. You’re safe with me. Trust me. Abandon yourself to me.’

  Jenna’s gentle words had the effect she had been after. Alexander’s shoulders relaxed, his breathing grew softer and his body ceased to shudder. Gently, Jenna reached around his body and unbuckled his trousers. Her hand closed on a proud hard-on, and she ran her fingers up and down the length of it.

  ‘Let me take control,’ she whispered in his ear. ‘Give in to me.’

  His cock grew in her hand, and as the balance of power finally transferred in her favour, Jenna found that it was her turn to shake with desire and anticipation. A warm wet pulse began to hammer between her legs and she felt her nipples grow hard.

  ‘OK,’ she said, her voice still barely audible. ‘Good boy. Well done. Now,
I want you to slip these trousers over your hips and bend over your desk. Will you do that for me?’

  To Jenna’s delight, Alexander nodded his head eagerly. She took a step back, watching as he took down his trousers. The ass that was now bent over the desk was toned and defined, smooth and solid with a light smattering of brown hair at the base of the spine. Jenna felt her pussy begin to spasm.

  ‘Right then,’ she said, her voice growing louder and more strident. ‘You’re playing by my rules now. And the first thing I need to do is break you in.’

  She got Alexander to spit on her fingers and inserted them one by one into his tight ass hole, teasing his body from the inside out. The more mercilessly she explored him, the more excited they both grew: Alexander was as hard as Jenna was wet, and she was soon in full dominatrix mode. When he began begging for mercy, she let rip.

  ‘Turn over,’ she said. ‘You pathetic, dirty bastard.’ He lay back on his desk, his dick bigger than Jenna had ever seen it, standing proudly up to his navel. Pre-cum glistened on the tip. Jenna decided to punish him for that.

  ‘Can’t you control yourself? This is for what happened yesterday.’ She slapped him hard across the face. His dick got bigger. ‘This is for not having the balls to admit what you like.’ Another slap, this time across his balls. ‘And this,’ said Jenna, shoving the fingers that had been up his ass into his slack mouth, ‘is for making me wait five fucking years before getting you where I want you.’ She had finally dealt out enough humiliation for him to be hard. Taking his fat cock in her hand, she brutally squeezed a couple of times to let him know who was boss before shoving it into her greedy wet hole. It filled her up more completely than she had ever thought possible, and his face when he came, that vulnerable, little-boy look that she had seen in Sydney, made her feel like the queen of the world. She took his fingers, rubbed them over her pulsating clit and climaxed before collapsing onto his prone body.

  The two of them lay on the desk, Alexander on his back with his feet on the floor, Jenna loosely slumped over him, while his dick received the spontaneous squeezes of Jenna’s post-orgasm pussy. Then, and only then, did they kiss, a deep and tender meeting of mouths that negated the need for apologies or explanations.