Submitting to the Boss (9 page)

That’s the way it was the rest of the
afternoon. She worked; he acted as if she hadn’t been sprawled
across his desk just a short time ago. But Ruby couldn’t forget
even if she tried. Her bottom reminded her every second, tingling,
leaving her in a constant state of arousal.

By five o’clock, she was ready to jump him.
Instead, she took her purse from the bottom desk drawer, poked her
head in his office, and asked, “Do you need anything else before I
leave?”
Please drag me in and tell me to suck you.

“No.” Obviously he hadn’t heard her inner
voice screaming at him.

“All right.” She waited a beat; he didn’t add
anything. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Her cell phone rang in the car just as she
was pulling out of the parking lot. She tapped the Bluetooth.

Holt’s voice filled the car, filled her.
“Call me after you’ve been to the apartment.”

“You couldn’t have said that before I
left?”

He laughed. “I’d rather do it now and make it
an order. Call me with every detail. I want you to be in your
bathtub with a glass of wine, lots of bubbles, and steam all over
the mirror.”

How did he know she loved a bath exactly that
way? Had Clay talked? What the hell, why ask why? Holt knew
everything about her; that’s what mattered.

“Yes, sir,” she said, just as she had when
she walked out of his office after he’d punished her. She hoped it
reminded him.

But he was gone, and she didn’t know for
sure.

In a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood, the
apartment complex was only a few blocks on the other side of the
freeway. She didn’t see a lot of kids running around by the
carports or out on the central lawn. That was a plus. Ruby wasn’t a
kid person. Holt had also written down the website, and when she’d
checked it out during a spare moment this afternoon, she saw why
he’d told her only about the one-bedroom. She couldn’t afford
anything larger.

There wasn’t a pool or a Jacuzzi, but there
was always her gym or the bathtub if she needed a good soak. Four
buildings surrounded the lawn, and the units were on two floors
with an exterior entry. She didn’t notice any junkers, most of the
cars being of a newer vintage. That was good.

When she pushed through the door, she found
the front office empty, but fresh coffee scented the air, and there
were papers scattered on the two desks. She heard running water,
then a door at the back opened, and a man stepped out. His suit was
dark, his short blond hair a nice contrast. Ruby noticed the
appreciative once-over he gave her and felt a tingle, just as she
always did around a handsome man. It was in her nature.

“I understand you have a one-bedroom
apartment available.”

“We have two, actually.” He smiled, revealing
whitened teeth. “I can show you both to see which location you’d
prefer. How did you hear about us?”

“A friend gave me your website.”

“Then I don’t need to go over the rent and
all that?” With a slight rise to his voice, he made it a question.
A nice voice, not too high, not too deep, it seemed to suit his
blond hair and blue eyes. She pegged him at early thirties.

Oh, yes, she felt a tingle. “We can go over
everything after I’ve seen it.” She didn’t want to waste time if
she hated the place. Her major requirements were a large closet and
a fabulous bathroom with a big tub. The kitchen didn’t hold much
interest for her.

The man was a bit of a chatterbox as she
followed him along a pathway to the furthest building, but he
certainly had a nice rear view. He said his name was James. She
preferred that to the shortened version.

James led her to a second-floor apartment on
the far end of the building. The front door opened directly onto
the living room, with a small coat closet to the left. The light
blue carpet looked relatively new. Being on the second floor, the
ceiling was fairly high and had a skylight. Two sliding glass doors
flanked a fireplace. It was spacious and light. That’s what she
didn’t like about most apartments: they were so dark.

It was an interesting layout, with the
kitchen on the left, separated from the living room by a long wall.
A passway in the kitchen led to a small dining room, which then
opened onto the living room through a large archway. The bedroom
and bathroom appeared to be in the back down a short hall. The
kitchen was actually quite large and came equipped with up-to-date
appliances and good counter space, which she would have appreciated
more if she actually cooked. Maybe she should try it more often,
just to please Holt.

James flourished a hand. “The living room and
fireplace are perfect for cozy romantic evenings.”

Ruby looked at him. There was certainly a
gleam in his gaze, and being a woman who read a man’s signals well,
she was sure there was a hint of flirtation in there. Good old
James was coming on to her.

“Yes, I agree,” she said. “Champagne and
chocolate by firelight.” She smiled seductively, letting her lashes
swoop with invitation. Not that Ruby was inviting him to anything,
it was simply an automatic reaction. If an attractive man flirted,
she naturally flirted in kind. “Now let’s see the bedroom.”

James smiled right back. “The most important
room in the house.” He winked before crooking his finger to lead
her to the back hallway. “Washer and dryer.” He pointed to a set of
louvered doors. Thank God. She did not like sharing her laundry
facilities.

Now, what had Holt said? She was to call him
tonight with all the details while she was in the bathtub with her
glass of wine. Holt wanted details? About an apartment he’d already
seen?

Or something else. Something that included
James.

“Very spacious,” James said, opening the
bedroom door. The room, which was darkened by blinds, was on the
end of the building so it had two windows. “With a huge walk-in
closet,” James went on, beaming at her with a head-to-toe look.
“Perfect for a stylish woman like you.”

She glanced inside.

“The previous tenant had organizers
installed,” James stated the obvious. He stood so close behind her,
she could smell his rather nice aftershave.

He was certainly right. The closet was
perfect, outfitted with drawers, hanging bars for blouses, pants,
skirts, a higher one for dresses and coats, plus shoes racks and
shelves for purses.

Was
this
the detail Holt wanted her to
see? It was certainly magnificent. But in the confined space with
James , something else niggled in her mind. Holt’s voice whispered
to her from afar.
I’ll find you cock.

“The bathroom,” she said, sounding a little
hoarse because James smelled good, he was handsome, and Holt had
said he’d find her a cock. He wanted to hear the details. Was this
young man the
detail
he wanted to hear about? Ruby was
suddenly wet. She imagined James hoisting her up on the bathroom
counter.

In a bit of a daze, she followed him through
the large, empty bedroom to the bathroom, where he flipped on the
light.

“I’m sure you’ll be pleased with this. It’s
more like a lady’s boudoir.” He seemed pleased with the word.

The tub was a large oval, the floor a faux
marble, the shower separate. The vanity had only one sink, leaving
lots of room for a woman’s toiletries. The mirror ran the length of
the counter, reflecting James as he unmistakably checked out her
butt.

I’ll find you cock.
And Holt wanted
all the details. James went on extolling the virtues of the
boudoir
. In the mirror, she glanced down at his slacks. He
had a rather impressive bulge.

Her breath came a tad faster, and her nipples
peaked beneath the camisole. He looked, he saw, and he moved
closer. “I’m sure you’d fit in very well here.” He shifted to her
other side so that he could see the peak of her nipples better.
“And we have so many amenities for you to enjoy.” His voice was
low, seductive, his intent obvious.

All she had to do was turn into him. She
could put her hand over his cock, cup his balls, undo his zipper,
take him, suck him. That’s why Holt had sent her here. He’d found
her a delicious cock. All she had to do was touch it...

Except that it wasn’t Holt’s cock, and he
wasn’t here to watch or direct. He wasn’t here to take her himself
after the moment of ecstasy, to bring her to greater heights.

He hadn’t given her permission. Maybe James
was a test. Ruby didn’t want to fail.

She stepped back from James, leaving through
the bathroom door, talking over her shoulder as she went. “I like
the apartment. The location is perfect so I don’t need to see the
other one. I’ll take this one. I’m assuming since it’s empty, I can
move in right away.”

James was a temptation she wasn’t willing to
risk. Unless Holt explicitly told her to.

Chapter Ten

Ruby called at seven thirty. Holt was naked
on his bed. “Where are you?”

“In the tub with bubbles, lots of steam, and
a glass of wine.”

He stroked himself idly, imagining her body
all slick and hot. “What did you think of the place?”

“I took it.” Her voice was low, languid,
seductive. “I almost came just standing in that closet.”

He laughed. “I knew you would.”

“What about James?”

“James?” For a moment, he couldn’t think who
or what she was talking about.

“The young man who showed me the
apartment.”

Shit. The blond kid. He hadn’t paid much
attention; he’d been thinking how much Ruby would love that closet
and bathroom. She loved clothes and shoes and purses, coming in
with something new every week or two, waiting to see if he reacted.
He’d always avoided giving his opinion. And he couldn’t begin to
count the number of times she’d waved her goodnight, saying she was
off to soak the long day away with a good glass of wine and lots of
bubbles in the tub. He knew what was important to her. “So what
about James?”

“You wanted me to fuck him the bathroom.
Didn’t you?” she added almost hesitantly. “Or the closet?”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “Did
you?” He imagined the blond kid bending her over the bathroom
counter, taking her from behind, and Ruby watching in the mirror.
His cock was harder now, and he stroked faster, yet his blood was
up with the edge of anger as well. She was really going to need
punishing if she’d done it.

“He had a nice cock,” she whispered over the
phone. “And you did say you were going to find me a cock.”

So he did, though he hadn’t thought she was
aware of anything when he’d made that promise. “Did you suck him,
Ruby?” he asked softly.

“That big young cock,” she said, not
answering. He heard a hitch in her breath.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“No,” she said. “Give me permission, Holt.
Let me do it with you.”

He pumped his cock, a drop of pre-come
sliding out. “You want phone sex?”

“What I wanted was you there in that bathroom
watching me go down on my knees as I took him in my mouth.”

Christ, she had him. He wanted it, too.
“Touch yourself, Ruby. Do it for me now.”

Her sigh tied his guts in knots. He’d shared
a lot of women in his time, but with Ruby, it was different. He
wanted to watch, then he wanted to conquer. He wanted to give her
away, then reel her back in and prove she couldn’t find better.

“Did you fuck him, Ruby?” His balls ached,
both with need and the anxiety that she’d done to him exactly what
she’d done to Clay—cheated and broken the rules.

“He wanted me, Holt. He eyed my breasts and
my ass.”

He should have beaten the whelp before he’d
sent Ruby there. But her words still made him hard.

“He stood very close, breathing me in. I’m
sure he smelled the sex on me from what you did at lunch.”

She was making him crazy. The climax built in
him.

“I wanted to fuck him, Holt,” she whispered.
“I wanted to come by your house so you’d smell him on me. Then
you’d have to punish me, spank me like you did during lunch. Or
worse, maybe you’d have to fuck me. Tie me up to your little table
again and fuck me hard to show me who’s boss.”

“Fuck.” It was the only word he could manage.
Because it was exactly what he wanted, to fuck her, show her who
was boss, make her scream his name. He stroked faster, harder, his
breath harsh in his throat.

“I want to make you come, Holt. I want to
taste you. I want to take you.”

He knew she was as seduced by her own words
as he was. “Did you fuck him, Ruby?” He had to know, had to
hear.

“I would have if you’d given me permission
ahead of time.”

“Bitch,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
“But you didn’t do it.” Triumph flashed through his veins,
tightening his balls. She hadn’t broken any of his rules. He was
her master. One more second and he’d be over the edge with her.

“I’ll do it when you tell me to, whenever you
tell me to, however. Then you’ll have to fuck me, too.” She cried
out, her orgasm shivering through her voice. “Oh God, Holt, fuck
me, please, you have to.”

He would, in a way she’d never forget and
never get enough of. He’d waited such a damn long time for her. He
came, like a teenager having sex over the phone with his
girlfriend. And it was so damn good.

* * * * *

Ruby was on sexual overload all week. She’d
begun arriving a few minutes early, and first thing every morning,
Holt would lock his office door, close the blinds, then check that
she was wearing thigh-highs and a thong—or no panties at all. He
looked, touched, left her crazy with desire. At lunch, he’d lock
the door again. Sometimes he spanked her, sometimes he made her
jerk him off, and once he let her suck him. But he never let her
leave the office without making her come cataclysmically.