The Boss's Toy - Sex Stories

The Boss's Toy

... left the bedroom. She headed for the stairs and realised she couldn't open the front door. She tried but to no avail. A panic rose in her chest until she was hyperventilating as she slammed her fists against the door.

She heard his footsteps and turned, flattening herself against the door. "Let me go," she demanded, her voice shaky as she struggled to catch her breath.

He regarded her curiously. "What did you hope to achieve? You knew you couldn't get through that door, so why try at all?"

Alora shook her head, unsure herself. "I don't know, please, just let me go," her world was getting woozy now, her panic attack still washing over her.

She slumped to the floor, trying to breathe.

Daniel crouched in front of her and gathered her up in his arms. "Shhh," he said, stroking her hair to calm her. "Take deep breaths."

Alora tried to do as he said, and eventually, her breathing fell in time with his and she came around, realising what she'd done.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against him. "Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry."

He pulled her away so he could look into her eyes. "I have to punish you Alora, otherwise you won't learn. But I won't hurt you too badly, ok? Now come on, unless you want me to follow through on locking you in the basement?"

She nodded, tears springing up in her eyes. He was being so gentle. It was hard to hate him, to run from him when he comforted her so well. She fit so perfectly in his arms that it was criminal.

She stood with ...

... him, gulped down her fear, and walked back to the playroom. She shuddered in apprehension as she heard the door shut and lock behind them.

"Strip," he said and sat on an armchair across from her.

She nodded hesitantly, not wanting more punishment and began to undo the buttons on the shirt. She let it fall to pool around her ankles. He looked at her appreciatively. He stood, running his hand down her arm, then lifting it to lock a leather cuff around it. He did the same to the other wrist but didn't attach them. He then cuffed her ankles. "You remember what I told you?"

She nodded. "Don't move from where you put me."

He nodded at her, then placed her standing in the middle of the room, her legs two feet apart, hands behind her head.

He stood back and looked her over, inspecting every inch. He ran his hands over her, around her breasts, down her torso, and up her thighs. But never touching her

there

. Despite her apprehension, soon she was aching for him to move his hands somewhere more interesting. he eventually seemed to finish inspecting her and sat back on the seat, watching her.

"Come here," he told her and she complied, stepping up to him.

"You're quite beautiful, Alora, did you know that?"

She looked down at the floor, unsure of how to respond to the compliment.

"I know you're scared, but know that the rules are there for a reason. I won't punish you for breaking a rule you didn't know about. Follow my instructions and this might be the last ...