Page 2 of The Boss
As soon as I got my high school diploma, I moved to New York, got a job waiting tables and enrolled at a community college.In my free time, I explored the world of BDSM and looked for a likeminded partner on the Internet.Unfortunately, I was still a naïve kid, and things didn’t turn out like my fantasies.The idea of giving control to the right person still drove me wild, but I was afraid to try again.
These days I concentrated on work and I only submitted in my masturbation fantasies.Mostly they were about my boss, Maxwell Barnes.The forbidden has always tempted me and fucking the top dog at the firm was about as taboo as it got.
I wanted to be a lawyer, but I didn’t have the financial means.Instead, I earned an associate’s degree in paralegal studies.When I graduated, I realized I was screwed.Most lawyers wanted their paralegals to have a bachelor’s degree and experience.Every firm I applied to turned me down.
Barnes, Inc.had just lost one of their legal assistants.I almost didn’t apply for the job.It was a topnotch firm and Maxwell Barnes was a legend in his own time.He had an extraordinary reputation as a lawyer and his philanthropy was well documented in the papers, but rumor had it that he was an arrogant and self-centered man.I didn’t have much hope of being hired, but I couldn’t afford to ignore any leads, so I sent in my résumé.
I was shocked to get a call back.And even more stunned to discover that Maxwell Barnes himself would interview me.He was just the type of man who excited me, and terrified me.I was scared shitless and sure that I would screw up any chance at a position.
When I walked into his office, I was done.My gaze locked on his brilliant green eyes and the room blurred around me.Maxwell Barnes was probably the most sought-after bachelor in the city, and with good reason.He was super rich, extremely intelligent, and hot as hell.Tall, dark, and square-jawed like Superman.His picture was always in the papers but the photos didn’t do him justice.The still shots didn’t come close to capturing his personality.I wasn’t prepared for how he commanded a room with his presence.His posture, his eye contact, his movements…the man was a force of nature.One glance and I was smitten.I wanted to impress him.More than that, I wanted to submit to him.
When Maxwell told me to have a seat, his sexy voice got me flustered.Strong, deep, it was the tone in my head when I imagined a man forcing me to do forbidden things.I tried to hide my feelings, but I was all sweaty palms and weak knees.
I sat through the interview trying not to react while all the time his look, his voice, the way he smelled gave me goose bumps.All nerves, I saw myself naked and on my knees at his feet.With those lustful thoughts in my head, I could barely get two words out in his presence, but for some reason he decided to take a chance on me.
I had been at Barnes, Inc.for six months, but I hadn’t made any friends.I was afraid if my coworkers got to know me too well, they’d find out I was different and look down on me like the people back home.It was easier to have two personas, one for work and one for my private life.
Lately my two identities had been overlapping in a dangerous way.When work was interesting, I could keep my kinky side buried until quitting time, but when boredom set in, my mind wandered down devilish paths.It was hard to act professional when I pictured myself over Maxwell’s knee, his big palm delivering a spanking to my naked ass.It would never happen, for more than one reason.He was my boss.He probably didn’t share my kink and I was fairly certain he wasn’t gay, but that didn’t stop my lustful, taboo thoughts.
Today they were especially bad.When Maxwell entered the front office to say good morning, my heart started pumping faster.Dressed in a Brioni suit that had to cost at least ten thousand dollars, he exuded power as he walked over to me to discuss the day’s appointments.We made eye contact and suddenly I had a raging hard on.
It was going to be a long day.Hopefully, I would be able to release some of my frustration tonight.
Chapter Two
Aaron
Eleven p.m.and I was still bouncing like a ball of energy.I should have been exhausted after working all day, but instead, I was pumped because my destination was The Playhouse.Knowing I was about to indulge a few kinks at a private BDSM club had my adrenaline going and my stomach clenching.It was a weird mix of excitement and fear, like the feeling I got before boarding a roller coaster.
Membership at The Playhouse wasn’t cheap.I wouldn’t be able to afford it, but I got lucky.Someone sent me a free pass and I was going to use it tonight.When I first saw it in the mail, I tossed it in the trash.Past experience left me reluctant to get involved in BDSM again.I saw red flags and intuition told me I was being set up by an angry ex.
I’d met him online shortly after I arrived in New York.He’d seemed like a good match, but what did I know?I was naïve and oblivious to what was going on.The Dom I’d connected with, Martin Hughes, had turned out to be a sadist who believed all subs were masochists.I had tried to measure up to Martin’s standards, and I still bore the scars today.Thanks to him, I didn’t trust easily, not even myself.How did I know I wouldn’t make the wrong choice again?
But I had an itch to scratch so I retrieved the pass and called the number.The owner, Brett Holiday, answered on the first ring.He was very professional and asked me a lot of questions.I was still hesitant, but he assured me I would be matched with an experienced Dom.Playing the dating game was tough and it was even harder to find a compatible man who was into kinky shit, like me.I was bored and lonely so I set up a date.
Tonight was the night, and despite being worried I was determined to go ahead with the plan.I called an Uber and went outside to wait.The driver arrived promptly and ten minutes later he pulled up to at a dark intersection.“Are you sure this is the right place?”
My throat constricted.“This is it.”
I gave him a good tip, waited for him to drive off, and then ducked into a dark alley.The door was gray and unremarkable except for the gold numerals, 56.I pressed the buzzer and a bouncer, dressed in black, checked my pass and directed me to Mr.Holiday’s office.The directions took me through the bar.Trendy and modern, it appeared to be a place to check out the players and talk.I kept walking to Holiday’s door, which opened at my knock.
The man who stood there was nearly as handsome as Maxwell, only for some reason he didn’t make my knees go weak in the same way.“Hello, I’m Brett Holiday.”
I put out a hand.“I’m Aaron Marshall.”
His handshake was firm and brief.Brett ushered me into his office and offered me a seat.We made small talk for a few minutes and then he got down to business.“When we spoke, you told me you were new to the scene, so I set you up with an experienced Dom.He’ll discuss your boundaries and safe words with you.Is that agreeable?”
My anticipation warred with my nerves.“Yes.”
“Good.Let’s get started.”
I followed Brett to a private room and he left me alone with my thoughts.My gaze bounced from the bondage bed to the spanking bench to the items hanging on the wall.Whips, floggers, paddles… My blood heated with eager anticipation.
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Maxwell
I entered the club through a back door and went directly to the office.Brett whistled appreciatively at my outfit, black leather pants, black boots, and a white shirt.“I haven’t seen you dressed like that in a while.”