Bound in the Boardroom

Abby bit her lip as she peeked around the corner to the conference room. The holographic images had been shut off for the night and the only light spilled from the hovering street lamp outside the floor to ceiling windows. Everyone else had gone home for the evening, content that they were still masters of the universe, had bought and sold more stock than a third world nation while she led the charge. Everyone did as she said because she was the financial genius, a woman who took life by the balls and didn’t let up.

She smiled to herself. If only they knew.

Her hand tapped in the familiar number on her comm. unit as she placed her usual order. The conversation was brief and to the point, just like any other business transaction she’d conducted that day. Neat and orderly, the way she liked it. She hung up and sauntered into the lavatory to freshen her make-up. Some nights she took everything off and waited patiently by the door. Other times she hid, waiting in anticipation to be found and chastised for her disobedience. Tonight she would blend the two. Clothed, but in plain sight. She shivered, imagining what was to come.

The private elevator dinged, the one that bypassed security and traveled from below the streets of New New York to the heart of the Seventh Avenue building. As far as Abby knew she was the only one who knew about it, the only one who ever invited a guest to use it. The doors wooshed open.

It was time.
Footsteps seemed in sync with her heartbeat, a sharp click accompanying every thud against her ribcage. His massive frame filled the doorway, his features cloaked in shadow. Dressed in tailored charcoal slacks and a cobalt blue shirt, he carried a large bag, which he set down inside the door. He straightened and shut the door behind him. Though it was forbidden to address him first, Abby couldn’t help herself. It had been too long.

“Nawashi,” she breathed. Every time she saw him he scrambled her thoughts. Tall dark and very dangerous.

His gaze narrowed to shimmering slits and she shivered under his scrutiny. “You have not prepared yourself for me.” The statement held dire implications.

She, the mistress of the boardroom, able to make powerful men tremble with an arched eyebrow, had to clear her dry throat at his masterful tone. “Apologies—”

He made a quick, slicing motion with his hand and her lips compressed together in a firm line to hold the words inside.

He stalked closer, a panther cornering its prey. “I have no wish to listen to excuses. Turn around.”

Abby licked her lips. The air between them sizzled with an electrical charge and she breathed it in, feeling truly alive for the first time all day. What was it about this man that drove her out of her mind and at the same time made her comfortable in her own skin?

Pivoting on her heel, she presented him with her back.

His deep baritone filled the quiet of the night. “So you remember how to take instruction, Good. I will not have to punish for disobedience more than once.” One finger traced her backbone, the small connection more erotic than the most intimate touch with any other lover. The digit stopped at the nape of her neck and fell away. She sagged in relieved disappointment. Franco knew when to touch her, when to wait to bring her the maximum amount of pleasure. He stoked her fire until it burned hot.

Their reflection in the glass mesmerized her, his dark head several inches above her own, his scorching gaze boring into her. Though he didn’t touch her again, the heat from his body warmed her back.

“Remove your clothing.” His low voice cradled her in a cocoon of safety. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her silk blouse, undid the fastenings of her skirt. She wore no pantyhose, just thigh high stockings and garters attached to a strip of fabric belted around her waist.

That inquisitive finger danced over the edges of her string bikini briefs. Black today, to match the demi bra restraining her aching breasts “Are you very fond of these?”

“Yes.”

“Too bad.” The snick of a blade and he cut the fabric at her hip. She gasped. The knife was a new twist. Though he’d torn clothing off of her before, never had she felt the cold sharp metal against her skin.

“Did I frighten you?” His tone was polite as though asking for the time.

Unable to get the word past her parched throat, she nodded.

“Good. Fear garners respect. Respect I have surely earned as your Nawashi.” The blade sliced cleanly through the other string. Her panties fluttered to the floor between her trembling legs.

“Better,” his hands smoothed over her bare ass before delivering a light, stinging slap. “Much better.”

Another first. He’d never struck her before. Their bondage play hadn’t incorporated pain of any kind. But as his hand landed again against her tender backside, liquid heat pooled between her thighs. Without direction, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on the table and raising her ass up high to meet his controlled blows.

“You like this. I knew you would.” He struck her again, the connection harder and she cried out as the tension released from her body. Not a full blown orgasm, but rapture nonetheless.

Franco backed away and she sprawled against the hard surface of the desk, struggling for breath. She had to ask, “How did you know I would like it?”

Though he made no sound as he crossed the room, she knew he retrieved his bag from the floor. Placing it on the table next to her face he flicked the latches open so she could view its secret contents.

“You will not speak unless it is to answer me.” The way he caressed the rope between his fingers made her shiver. She craved the feel of it sliding over her skin. His fingers flew as he tied knots in the material, pulling the line taut, making her gasp.

“Give me your hands.”

Trembling, she did. He slipped a loop over her fingers and pulled. As he cinched the rope around her wrists, her sex clenched and she moaned.

Holding the rope in one hand, Franco reached back into the bag. “I enjoy our sessions, you are a most promising sub. Does this please you?”

Her nipples ached and wetness coated the insides of her thighs. “Yes, Nawashi.”

“Good. I believe you are ready for the next level. You must place your trust in me, completely. I will gag you, so you cannot use your safe word. Think it over carefully.”