The Alexandra Series (49 page)

The corset rose high enough on her chest to accentuate her breasts, though it didn’t cover them. Standing out so boldly, her tits and nipples took a much more prominent place on her already alluring body. The front of the corset was beautifully shaped, edged in lace so that it framed her pubic mound as if it was a jewel on display. And when she glanced in the three-way mirror at her rear end, her full round bottom stood out as if it was waiting to be screwed or spanked.

“Ah, if I were young, I would have her myself,” Marie said, in complete admiration.

“The corset will do, Marie. You have nylons to match?” Reggie asked.

“Certainly.” The woman scurried to her cabinets again and pulled out a pair of fine silk stockings. Removing the ones Jocelyn was wearing, Marie helped her put the new ones on. Then the woman turned Jocelyn around so she was facing the mirror again. The entire effect of her new underclothes was startling, the most startling aspect was the crude rush of arousal that was moving through her body. She was afraid her desire might show – if Reggie and Marie were to look closely between her legs where her female juice was beginning flow.

“Such a fine moment, Monsieur Harold,” Marie gasped in awe. “Would you like the paddle?”

“I can see the possibilities,” Reggie agreed, scrutinizing his submissively attired female executive. He was relishing her transformation, a moment of triumph for him. But he had other plans in mind for Jocelyn and her new corset. “Not today, Marie. Though the corset is perfect. You’re inspired as usual.”

“Merci, monsieur, and perhaps you’d like to fit her with some leather costumes. I have some very naughty designs I know you’ll appreciate.”

“We’ll have to see them later,” Reggie told her. “For today the corset will do.” He turned to the still bewildered Jocelyn. “Get dressed and we’ll go to lunch.”

Jocelyn breathed a sigh of relief knowing she wasn’t going to be spanked. But lunch? The idea of eating was the furthest thing from her mind, especially when the waist cinching corset had her bound so tightly, she couldn’t imagine putting a thing in her stomach. “You want me in the corset?”

“That’s what it’s for. You’ll wear it the rest of the day,” Reggie answered her.

There was just her skirt and suit coat to put on, and that done, she looked as presentable as she had when she arrived at the shop, although there was a decidedly different aura to Jocelyn Killian, one perplexed, aroused, and embarrassed all in the same rare instant.

Jocelyn walked out of the shop on Reggie’s arm, a pleasantly happy Marie waving to them as they left.

Chapter Four

Just as Reggie instructed her, Jocelyn wore the corset three days in a row. Though for three days he ignored her. Except for business, few words passed between them.

Jocelyn was wary the entire time, looking for a simple glance, a change in his voice, some softness in his otherwise cool demeanor.

He’d said some lovely things to her at lunch after the trip to Marie’s. Sitting in a bustling city restaurant with the restrictive garment about her middle, she couldn’t forget that she was wearing it. In a very real way, it made her his, as if she actually belonged to him. The idea was absurd, but it aroused her anyway. Even though no one knew about the corset, she felt vulnerable and exposed.

Reggie complimented her on her poise. He even smiled once when he looked at her. She’d caught him eyeing her while she was busy eating a messy chicken sandwich. She got the distinct impression as she stared at his passive face that he adored her. But she’d never tell him she had these thoughts about him. He’d certainly deny it.

The lunch over, the spell, or whatever witchcraft had been woven around them disappeared. It reminded her of Tahoe just before she left. Reggie had a way of drawing inside himself so quickly, she couldn’t catch the act when it happened. It was just suddenly there, the cool, the detachment, while all the enchanting charm simply vanished.

Three days with little encouragement in their bizarre relationship, Jocelyn was uneasy. On the fourth day, she was in his office, arranging a report on his desk, a half dozen files there to illustrate the point she would be arguing about for the next half hour. She sincerely hoped that it would not be the kind of confrontation she had with him nearly every day. He was the most exasperating man to work for, picking apart every little detail of her work with a master’s cunning eye. He was too intelligent for his own good, she thought. He processed details like a computer, but to grasp the subtleties, the feeling part, that was as mystifying to him as she was.

“Did you wear the corset today?” Reggie asked her. He came up behind her without her knowing he was in the room.

Jocelyn jerked around.

“Good god! You scared me.”

For an instant, his warm hands steadied her, placed tenderly on her shoulder, an instant’s worth of concern appeared in his expression before it vanished. He dropped his hand to his side.

“Did you wear the corset?” he repeated his question.

She cringed. Not one word about it for three days. Why today?

“No,” she answered truthfully.

“Oh?”

“No. It’s horrible getting it on, I have to twist it around, and I can hardly tie it. I didn’t think you really cared, since you’ve be ignoring me.”

“Go home and put it on,” he said.

“What?”

“You didn’t follow my instructions. Go home and put it on. I want it on you when I punish you.”

“But…”

“You’re on my time. Do as I say.”

“I can’t believe…you’re out of your mind!”

He glared at her. “Don’t argue with me.” His anger made her shiver in the strangest kind of way. There was lust behind the brusque exchange, but not simple lust. An affair with Reggie Harold was a lot more complicated than that. “This affair of ours is what you wanted. Or have you changed you mind as easily as you counter my wishes?”

She remembered her vow to him, how she swore that he couldn’t know her heart. But was it silly to follow his demands? she wondered. Likely, it was silly and ridiculous and childish. But without having to even search herself, Jocelyn was aware of the compulsion to please him and surrender to his demands. Her only disappointment was, she’d been on the raw edge of sexual heat for days now, and he was still offering no relief. Maybe it was time to take him again, to wile her way into his lap, unzip his pants and remind him of the other benefits of their relationship. After she’d returned home for the corset, of course.

Jocelyn was angry with herself all the way home, all through the nasty struggle to put the corset on, and all the way back to the office. She fought with herself every second, thinking this obsession with Reginald Harold was insane. To make matters worse, when he ignored her after she returned to the office she was furious. The gall of the man to avoid her. After he’d drawn her away from important meetings for something as trivial as a corset!

“Miss Killian, in my office.” She heard his voice interrupting her meeting. He stood in the doorway of the conference room as she was explaining spread sheets to several of his managers.

She stared up at his impassive face.

“Now,” he clarified. He left the room before she could reply.

Jocelyn gazed at the empty space for a moment and then resumed her work, while the three middle managers standing around her desk stared at her, waiting for her to leave.

“I’ll see Mr. Harold when we’re finished,” she stated. Her look was nearly as piercing as his. “This is certainly as important as anything he has to say to me right now.”

An uneasy tension prevailed for ten minutes, until the reports were finished, and the three managers were on their way. Then, taking a deep breath, Jocelyn left her desk and walked down the hall to Reggie’s office.

Inside Reggie’s inner sanctum, she found the man sitting at his desk pouring over paperwork, not bothering to look up. She waited at least five minutes before she spoke, although she was fuming the whole time. “I suppose this is some penance I’m paying for not following his highness’s orders?” she snapped, impatiently. The anger that had been brewing all day long was turning livid.

Reggie looked up from his work. If he was moved by her sharp tongued remark, he didn’t show it. “I suppose you have more to say before I begin with you?”

“Yes, in fact I do. If you intended to infuriate me, you certainly have. If you intended to be rude and unkind, you’ve been that, too. I’m not clear the game you play, but I promise, I will outlast you.”

He smirked.

“Don’t you dare smirk at me!”

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

“My clothes, here?” she said, the second time in two days responding to such a command.

“Take off your clothes,” he repeated.

“You’re going to punish me?” she asked, finally remembering what he’d said just before he’d sent her home.

“Take off your clothes,” he repeated, the third time he spoke as calmly as he had before.

And that third time shook her resolution to be angry. Whether it was fear, or lust, or shock motivating her, she let herself calm to his calm repose. Without really understanding what was happening to her, she was moving into his world.

Undoing the buttons on her black suit, she pulled the coat apart. The corset remained, her breasts bouncing on top of the sturdy undergarment, then settled in against her chest. Slipping the skirt off of her hips, it was on the floor, Jocelyn not bothering to pick it up. Naked now, she stood before him, finding that she was actually a little scared. She felt vulnerable and very small, feelings she was unused to, though she found them curiously titillating.

“Thank you,” Reggie said. “You can stop there.”

Her only response was silence, the only one required.

“Have you ever been caned?” he asked.

She looked at him horrified.

“Of course not,” Reggie said, remembering that she was no natural submissive. “I saw how much you admired my cane in the display at Tahoe. It seems only appropriate given your classic attire.” Viewing her carefully, noting the subtle emotions playing across her pretty face – confusion, arousal and a bit of fear. He liked where the scene was headed.

Rising from his chair, he left Jocelyn standing before his desk while he retrieved a cane from a closet on the far wall. The long, glimmering implement took her breath away at first glance. It was worse yet when he whisked it through the air, and it sizzled ominously.

“It will leave marks on your ass if I want it to,” he said.

“You wouldn’t,” she blurted out. Dozens of held back protests came down to those two words.

“You can grab your ankles, or you can rest your palms on the table,” he gave her the choice.

He saw her trepidation, her faltering poise.

“This is my world,” he reminded her. “I could think of a host of grievances I have with you, your haughty attitude, your disobedience with the corset, your snappy tongue, to name a few. But the fact remains, what I really want to see is you bend over with your naked ass facing me, this cane laid across your bare behind. It’ll be my great joy to see the nasty lines etched in your skin when I’m done. I want to see how you respond to pain.”

Hearing this, she trembled even more. But nonetheless, she heeded his instructions and turned around toward the coffee table. Bending over, palms on the flat surface, she waited, feeling as if her legs might just collapse beneath her, they were so weakened from the strong emotion. The only heartening thing in the whole episode, somewhere in the middle of Reggie’s speech, Jocelyn saw what she was looking for. It was that adoration again, and a trace of affection. What a curious man he was, with such curious desires.

The impact of the first cut practically knocked her from her feet.

“Oh, my god, noooooo!”

The second cut was worse, because the pain of the first hadn’t yet died away.

“God noooo!” she wailed again.

She stamped her feet, wiggled her ass, and begged him not to strike her again. Though in the middle of her passionate plea, the third cut landed, and a searing shot of heat brought tears to her eyes. In the middle of her tears, the fourth cut landed. Why she stood firm surprised them both.

“Oh, please, Reggie!” She was beginning to sob.

She heard the whizzing sound, recognizing it as the beginning of the pain. The fifth cut landed.

“Oh, not another one!” she pleaded with him. Though the sixth cut followed fast.

As soon as he was finished with the six, Reggie was on her backside. He steadied her with his hands and began to massage her, the warm caress combining with the hot heat of her aching bottom. She was sobbing and groaning again, though it was purely sexual this time.

He unzipped his pants and withdrew his erection. Parting her legs, he felt for the soft mellow warmth of her pussy. With an unexpected tenderness, he entered that delicious female space and began his rhythmic movements. Becoming more vigorous with each thrust, he gathered her close to him in his arms so they moved as one body. His quick orgasm hit them both hard, the final sharp thrust exploding places in her where she never knew there was such rich sensation. His hands completed what his cock had begun, bringing her to a final orgasmic spasm as she rocked against him, writhing and groaning, not wanting the pleasure to end.