The Bitch (2 page)

“What the hell?”
I glared at Chuck, the newest moron on the team of assholes I was cursed to
work with five days a week, seemingly for the rest of my life. “You were
supposed to have this to me last week, you idiot. It’s Friday, and you’re still
not done?”

“I’m sorry,
Marina, I’m trying my best.”

Trying his best,
huh? “You realize I can’t move on with my part of this project until you get me
those reports, right?” I stomped into the hall and immediately regretted it. My
cunt was so damn sore from last night, not to mention from the remote control operated
vibrating dildo they’d put inside me before I left this morning, the last thing
I needed to do was stomp around.

“Give it a rest,
Marina.” Dustin slid in beside me in the hall, taking up my pace as I walked
back to my office. “You really need to stop trying to control everything.”

“Get off it,” I
said in as snotty a voice as I could manage with him so close to me, and with
the memory of all the things he and Alex had done to me still so fresh in my
mind.

“Get off it?” He
put an arm around my waist and tugged me into a supply room, then shut and
locked the door, keeping one hand in his pocket. “Or get you off?”

And that’s when
the vibe went to work again. Dustin lifted my skirt and lowered his pants, then
shoved me back against the wall to grind against me again. When I started
shaking with another climax, he spread my thighs and wrapped them around his
waist, altering the angle of the vibe and pressing it deeper with each movement
he made.

My head lolled
back and hit the wall, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out
and alerting the whole freaking office. When the orgasm dropped off, Dustin
dropped me to my knees, then dropped his load in my mouth. I barely opened in
time to catch his cum, but I had to. Because he
would
come, and it
would
be all over me, and then everyone in the building would know what a slut I was.

This had already
happened four times today. The supply room tryst, not him coming all over me.
Anyway, it had been something Alex asked me to do when I was leaving the house
this morning, not that I really felt like I had much choice after all that had
happened, and so I knew what to expect. Thank god it was almost five o’clock. I
didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

The scary thing
is, I was starting to actually like the taste of cum. I definitely liked the
feel of a cock spurting into my mouth. It didn’t even matter to me that this
was Dustin, one of my coworkers, and not Alex.

I was one sick,
twisted puppy.

Dustin pulled
back and pulled his pants up. “Alex sent you a text with instructions. Follow
them to the letter.”

Then he opened
the door and walked out, leaving me on the floor with my skirt up around my
waist and a vibrator buzzing my pussy into next week.

I took my time
situating myself and then went back to my office. When I got there, I pulled up
the text messages on my phone.

When you
leave work, a van marked Bradford’s Bond Services will be waiting at the curb
at exactly five. Go to the back of the van, open the door, get inside, and
close the door. Then do everything you’re told.

Don’t be
late.

Everything in me
wanted to Google Bradford’s Bond Services and see what the heck that was about,
but there wasn’t time. Not unless I would be late…which, considering Alex had
specifically told me
not
to be late didn’t seem like the best idea. I
just had time to shut down my computer for the weekend, grab my purse, and head
out the door.

Just my luck,
Dustin was on his way out at the same time. “You got it?”

“I got it.”

We stepped onto
the same elevator, which was crowded with others from several floors above us,
and made our way down to the lobby.

When I got off
the elevator, I could see the van through the glass windows. That was when my
pulse kicked into overdrive. It had no windows other than at the very front…no
way to see what was on the inside. The markings on the van told me nothing
about what the company did. It was as plain and obscure as it could possibly be,
a white van with black block letters.

I went down the
steps with Dustin right on my tail. I could only hazard a guess that he was
making sure I did what I was told.

As I moved
around to the back of the van, I could hear the purr of the engine. I took the
handle, pulled, and the door opened to darkness. What the hell sort of trick
was this? Was Alex inside? After the day I’d had, the only thought running
through my mind was that once I got in, disco lights would come on to reveal a
stripper pole, and he’d have me strip for some of his buddies. That seemed like
the sort of thing he’d do.

But then again,
I didn’t really know what he’d do. Not after last night. And today.

Taking a breath,
I climbed inside the darkness. When I turned around, Dustin waved with that
cocky grin as he closed the door behind me.

The van started
to move, and I stumbled backward in my heels. Strong arms caught me and pulled
me close to a man’s broad chest—but it wasn’t Alex. The smell was all wrong. He
smelled good, like the woods and something darkly intriguing, but he definitely
wasn’t wearing Alex’s expensive, musky cologne.

My breath
hitched and I froze, and he tightened his arms around me like a vise. One hand
moved up and squeezed my breast, and the other pressed against the vibrator
inside my pussy. Then he backed away and sat down, pulling me onto his lap so
that his huge cock pulsed, hot and hard, against my ass.

And then a computer
monitor came on, and Alex’s face was shining before me, and bright lights shone
back at me…nearly blinding in the pitch black. A spotlight came on right in my
face, from up above the monitor somewhere, and a red light blinked beside it.

I tried to turn
my head to see who the man holding me was, but he pinched my nipple hard, his
fingernails biting into my flesh. “Eyes forward. Watch your man.”

“Last night was
amazing,” Alex said on the computer monitor screen. The camera panned out, and
he was sitting on our bed which was covered in pictures—pictures of
last
night
. “So amazing that I think you know I want more. And you do too.
You’re always so in control, it’s clearly freeing when you have control taken
from you.”

As Alex kept
talking, the strange man kept moving his hands over me, touching me in intimate
ways I didn’t know how to handle. One of the buttons on my blouse popped and
flew across the van, then another, and he put his hand inside to slip beneath
my bra.

“Dustin told me
about these guys. That’s Bradford touching you, and he and his men are going to
teach you to submit this weekend.”

Not just one,
but
his men
? How the hell many was that?

Bradford moved
my skirt up to my waist, and he put a hand inside my panties, and then two
fingers went past the vibrator inside my channel, stretching me beyond belief.
I squirmed, and I squealed, and I didn’t know what to do.

The door opened
behind Alex on the screen, and Dustin joined him in the picture. “Oh, hell
yeah.” He waved. “Hey, Bradford. Excellent work last night. Jenna is as sated
as I’ve ever known her, and yet still as horny as hell.”

“My pleasure,”
the guy behind me growled. His voice was raw and gravelly, and made me think
all sorts of dark and dirty thoughts. “I always enjoy doing a job for you.”

“Anyway, Marina,
you’re going to learn to submit this weekend, and you’re going to do it because
you love me.”

“And then you’re
going to stop being such a bitch to everyone at the office.” Dustin flipped
through a few of the pictures and picked one up—one showing me sucking his cock
while Alex rammed my cunt—then winked. “Or else…”

Or else? What
the hell? He was threatening me.

By then,
Bradford had turned the vibrator up to high and had completely removed my
blouse, and he ripped my bra free from my body. With both hands, he took me by
the breasts and pushed me down, at the same time as he pressed his hips up. The
rough material of his jeans abraded my butt, so I looked down to see that he’d
also somehow removed my panties without my knowledge.

I tried to cry
out, tried to voice my complaints at the way I was being treated, but all that
came out of my mouth was a ragged, “Oh god.”

Alex winked. “Do
what they tell you to, Marina. We’ll be watching to be sure you’re okay.”

Then the
computer monitor went off, the light followed, and the van was black again.

“So…” Bradford’s
rough voice grated against my ear, and I shivered. “Are you going to cooperate?
Your man and Dustin showed me how you handled last night. And I know how you’ve
done today.” His hands kept digging into my breasts, over and over again, even
scraping the tender skin with his fingernails. “There’s no denying how much you
like being dominated. How much you’re enjoying this right now.”

“I’m not!” I
cried out, even as I started to convulse with an orgasm from his rough handling
of my most sensitive areas. “I don’t like it.”

“You’re lying to
me.” In a single move, he had me flat on the floor of the van, my breasts
trapped beneath me and his thighs spreading my legs wide.

There was no
carpeting, just cold metal beneath my bare, overheated, slick-with-sweat skin
as he ground his hips down against me. Every little move he made put more
pressure on my sex, on my breasts, and in no time at all I was writhing beneath
him and moaning like a five dollar whore at confession. Against my will, my cunt
tightened and started convulsing over the vibrator, and my breasts felt heavy
and full and desperate, and I rocked with the force of the orgasm.

I lost track of
what was happening to me, still roiling from that last climax, until my legs
were being lifted up into the air behind me. “What…what are you doing?”

“Getting you
ready for the next bit. Unless you’re still planning to lie to me some more.
You want to come again a time or two this weekend?”

God yes, I did.
But I didn’t want him to know that. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, you will.
Don’t worry about that.”

Something
leather came around my ankles and fastened into place, and he spread my legs
wide. I had to put my hands down to the floor to keep my balance, and to keep
all my weight from being suspended by my ankles. I heard locks clicking into
place, and I was hanging upside down from the roof of the van. My hair trailed
around my fingertips…until my arms were yanked up. Bradford jerked my wrists
behind my back, and the cold metal of handcuffs fastened around them and
ratcheted into place.

“You asshole!” I
tried to jerk my hands free, but that only made my body flail around and put
more pressure on my ankles. Not a good idea. I made a decided effort to be as
still as possible, in order to avoid pain.

“I’d be careful
if I were you, talking about assholes…unless you want me to fuck you in yours.”

Bradford’s voice
sounded so cold, so detached. Like this wasn’t getting him off. I knew it was,
though, because I’d felt how hard his cock had been. He was a sick, depraved bastard,
and he intended to do sick, depraved things to me.

And I was going
to let him. Not because I was tied up and had no choice—it had sounded pretty
clear that if I insisted I didn’t want this, he’d stop—but because I was just
as sick and twisted and depraved as he was. I mean, how else would you explain
the flood of wetness coating my sex that only continued to grow? I was getting
off on it.

 “Fine,” I
grumbled. Maybe if I stopped fighting, if I cooperated, he’d let me down and
then get me off again.

“Fine what?” His
fingers were at my sex, dipping inside and pulling the vibrator out. “Fine, I
can fuck your ass?”