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Kelcie

As I stand in the bathroom at the back of his office with my dress around my waist there are so many things going through my head right now.

Holy fuck being the first.

He’s my boss, he owns this place, clearly into some kind of dodgy shit, but he has just given me the best orgasm of my life, whilst taking full control of me.

I notice the shower and that there are towels and everything I need to clean myself up.

I need to, both his and my cum is now dripping down my thighs, I have never come so much or so hard before.

I pull my dress over my head and step into the shower.

My mind is all over the place, what’s going to happen now? Do I still have my job? I have so many questions that I don’t even know how to ask him, about him, what he does and what I have got myself wrapped up in.

I get myself cleaned up and put my dress back on, remembering that he removed my underwear in his office.

I leave the bathroom and he is sat at his desk typing away on his computer with a whisky in front of him.

I notice the glass of wine on the table in front of the couch.

I stop beside his desk, and he tells me to take a seat and relax while he finishes something.

When he’s finished, he joins me.

“So, what now?”

The only words I manage to get out of my mouth.

What I really want to ask, is what the hell do you do, what is this and do I still have my job?

“Where would you like to go for dinner?”

He smirks as he asks.

I can feel the frustration rising in me, and not the good kind.

He knows it too.

“Ask what you want.”

His words are clear and precise.

“Do I still have my job?”

“If you want it, but you don’t need to work.”

“I do, how the hell would I pay my rent?”

The smirk back on his face, his eyes staring deep into mine.

“I can take care of that.”

“Oh, so you mean, you’ll pay to fuck me.

Nice.

As I have told you I cannot be bought.”

His expression changes, his eyes darken and his lips purse together.

I can see the anger in him.

“I don’t pay to fuck anyone.

What I am telling you is that you’re mine and I will take care of you.

As you informed me, you can’t fuck your Boss.

So now you’re not.”

He means what he says, and my body stiffens in unease but at the same time, my pussy pulsates.

“And when you’re done with me?”

My words are curt.

“Kelcie, what makes you think I will ever be done with you?”

My pussy is throbbing as fast as my pulse rate.

This man has no idea, what he does to me, or does he?

“Can I at least have some time before you sack me?”

A smile takes over my lips, knowing that he’ll be pleased I’ve given in to him.

His grin returns and he nods, deep down I know this isn’t going to last long.

We go to dinner, to a place about an hour away from The Sicuro, he never gave me my underwear back, telling me he likes the idea that he can touch me whenever he likes.

Over dinner we finally have a conversation, and he asks me about my family.

I tell him I don’t have any and that my parents passed away, but I get the impression that he already knows this.

He doesn’t tell me much about himself, only that Mr DeMarco, his grandfather was his only family and that he had inherited the business.

I ask if the bar is the ‘only’ business he does.

He doesn’t answer, telling me I may find out in time.

I know this means it’s not and that I am right in thinking there is something shady, but I get that he’s not willing to divulge anything to me.

I try and recall what was said at the hotel, but everything was so vague that I can’t put my finger on any specific detail.

On the drive back, he tells me I will be dropped off at home, and that he will see me tomorrow evening.

I remind him that I am working, the evening shift this week, which is 4pm-10pm, he smirks.

I reminded him that he agreed to give me some time before I stop working.

In my head I’m thinking about the extra money and what I have saved as I don’t want to rely on him for anything, preparing for this to end as quickly as it started.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t see you.”

I don’t know how I will cope if he sits in the bar every night watching me, even the thought is making my body ignite.

He pulls me close to him, and I remember the drive back from the hotel.

The throbbing still there after he bent me over his desk, I don’t think I would be able to handle his dick again, the size of him fills me more than I knew was possible.

His hand slides up my dress and with a swift brush across my naked clit, I’m instantly wet.

He knows it, he knows I’m wet for him.

My eyes are transfixed on his mouth as it stretches into a sexy grin, catching me watching he runs his tongue over his lower lip.

His fingers work me into a frenzy quicker than I knew possible, I can see the glorious outline of his hard cock pressing against his trousers.

I move to grab it and he stops me gripping my hand tight.

His fingers work faster, and I feel myself tense around him, my body stiffening.

“Come for me,”

he insists.

Needing no further encouragement my climax takes over me gush over him.

“Good girl,”

he praises as we pull up outside my apartment.

He walks me to my door, hand on my lower back as normal.

As I unlock the door I turn to him, he pulls me in kissing me softly.

“Lock your door.”

I know it’s not a request.

Nothing ever really is with him.

I nod.

I go inside and do as he asked, I always lock my door anyway, so I tell myself I’m not doing it because he demanded me to.

My mind goes over the day and what has happened, the fact of who he is, that he wants me and that I have no idea what I have got myself into.

It doesn’t feel real.

I walk to my fridge and pour myself a glass of wine.

I’ve had several poured for me today but not drank any other than the one at lunch due to trying to understand what was going on.

Getting ready for bed, I know I should shower but I am exhausted, so I finish my wine and crash, it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep.

I wake naturally, I must have slept for at least ten hours, I check the time and it’s gone 10am.

Whilst I feel refreshed, I can still feel that he was inside me and a slender smile takes over my lips.

I ponder around the apartment, feeling content yet still anxious.

The things my body has been craving have been taken care of and more than satisfied me, but by a man who is controlling, domineering and clearly leads a lifestyle that I have never been a part of.

I still don’t know if I am scared or excited by what may come.

Time passes and I get ready for work, I walk out my door and as I’m pulling it closed, I notice him here, casually leaning on his car like I was expecting him.

He’s on his phone, his expression stern, and slightly pissed off.

Walking towards him he opens the car door and I climb in silently, with him close behind, hanging up his phone as pulls the door closed.

“I hope that you are taking me to work.”

His eyes look deep into mine.

“Well, that’s where I need to be.”

Of course he does, do I need to prepare myself for him to be sitting in his booth every time I am working? He does own the place, so it’s not like I can ask David to remove him from it.

He places his hand on my thigh and my body immediately comes to life for him.

No words are spoken until we reach The Sicuro, he gets out, his hand held out to me.

“I’ll be here when you finish.”

Before I go to walk into the building, he pulls me close to him, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

“David is there today, any concerns speak with him.”

My only response is to nod.

Why would I have any concerns? There is always one of the security team there anyway.

I brush it off and get through my shift which goes as expected.

It doesn’t start to get busy until around 9pm, and then I only have an hour left and it goes quickly.

I get changed and go to leave, and David follows me.

“Everything OK?”

My face coated with confusion.

Why the fuck is he following me.

“Yes, Miss Taylor.”

He’s used my real name and addressing me as such doesn’t feel right.

He continues to follow me opening each door as we go.

I come to the exit and he’s still with me.

Stepping out the door I see Gabriel, he’s here waiting just like he said he would be.

As I walk towards him, he takes a few steps forward.

“Thank you, David.”

“Boss.”

I realise then that David was asked to walk me out.

I tell Gabriel that there was no need, and I am, very capable at walking, my sarcasm oozing from me.

He’s not happy with my comment.

“I told you that now you are mine that I will take care of you.

If I can’t be there either David or Anders will.”

So, this is how it’s going to be, I am going to have someone continually babysit me.

I sigh showing my exacerbation with his words, but I don’t say anything.

I ask him how his day has been, and his one-word answer of busy tells me he’s not in the mood to talk.

“If I am yours, and I am going to be babysat, the least you can do is talk to me.”

His glare makes me think he’s not one to talk or doesn’t due to the nature of his job.

I gather both.

“Or try to.”

“OK.”

His response, another one-word answer.

We pull up to my apartment, and I ask him if he’s coming in, as much as he’s pissed me off, now that I’ve experienced him my body craves him even more.

He tells me that he can’t tonight, that he has business to deal with, but he will be here to pick me up tomorrow.

Softly he kisses my cheek and tells me to lock my door when I get in.

I realise that this is to be my new routine, that he’s going to want to know where I am at all times.

I don’t know if it annoys me or not? It’s not like I do much anyway but the thought of not being able to do anything alone is strange.

However, I’m alone now and desire his presence.

The rest of the week goes by the same, he picks me up takes me to work and then takes me home.

He hasn’t been in the bar at all, but he doesn’t normally go in until late evening.

It hasn’t stopped me thinking about him, being sat in his booth watching me, his hands on me in the car, or the way he bent me over his desk.

He hasn’t had me since last Sunday and it’s making my want for him greater.

My self-pleasure is back to not satisfying me, building my frustration.

Tomorrow is my last 4pm-10pm shift this week and I have Sunday off again.

I decided that I needed to do some kind of exercise before work tomorrow, all I have done is eat quick and easy food and chill out on my couch.

I’ll have plenty of time to get a run in.

I set my alarm and get into bed with a hot drink.

My alarm pings and I instantly regret deciding to get up but convince myself to still go for a run.

As I shut my door behind me, I take in a deep breath, noticing the weather is perfect for it, it’s only 8am so it’s still calm, the sun is in the sky but still holds the morning cool temperature.

I set off with no actual plan on where I am going, I just let my feet take me.

It feels good, my thoughts clearing and the music taking over.

I opted for a Spotify running playlist as I couldn’t decide on what to put on.

I am not long in, and an unsettling feeling takes over me.

I slow my pace and look around, I’ve kept to the streets to keep a consistent terrain since it’s been a while.

I don’t see anything out of the norm so try and shake it off.

I continue and as I pass an alleyway between two shops, I’m sure I see a figure just standing in there looking out.

It sends a shiver through me, making my pace increase and I decide to head home.

I’m not too far from my apartment, and the uneasy feeling hasn’t shifted, I look over my shoulder and as I do I hit something full force that knocks me on my arse.

I look up and see a man, his eyes appear completely black, and his presence instantly puts up the back of my neck.

He grips my elbow with more pressure than necessary and pulls me up, as I get to my feet, I pull it away.

“Steady now.”

His words are deep and rough, kind of harrowing.

“Sorry,”

mumbles from my mouth.

He just stands there, I walk around him to go home, and he watches me as I start to run again, my pace as fast as I can take it.

I look over my shoulder again and he’s gone.

As I get home, I quickly slam the door and lock it behind me.

I’m covered in sweat, from both the run and the fear that just took over me, I’m gasping for breath trying to calm myself.

Who the fuck was that? I gradually compose myself, and as I recount what’s happened, decide I’ve overreacted.

I went for a run and knocked into someone, that’s it.

Why am I letting stupid thoughts of someone watching me take over?