The Boss's Toy - Sex Stories

The Boss's Toy

... bathroom was more luxurious than any Alora had been in before. She hadn't really realised it before, but Daniel must have had a ridiculous amount of money to own a house such as this one. She was barely making ends meet to afford her college degree. She felt a momentary pang of regret that she would probably never get to finish her business degree, but then she remembered she hadn't even wanted to do it in the first place, and she had far bigger issues to worry about right now.

She had quickly assumed the kneeling position when he placed her on the floor, despite the pain she was in, and Daniel looked over her appreciatively before turning towards the door. The bath was full and steaming, looking more inviting than anything else.

"Wash, make yourself presentable. I'll be back in an hour, I expect you to be ready."

"Yes, sir," she said, looking at the floor as he left and shut the door behind him. She stood quickly and eased her stiff limbs into the inviting water. It was heaven on her bruised form and she quickly began lathering on the soap left on the side of the tub.

She cleaned herself quickly, reluctant to leave the water, but she wanted the time to explore before he returned.

There were no clothes in the room, and the shirt had been left behind in the playroom, so she let herself be naked. She assumed Daniel wouldn't appreciate her hiding in a towel. The main room was large, with a four-poster bed in the middle, a vanity in one corner, a desk in the ...

... other, and an empty wardrobe against the wall. It was all decorated in greys and teals, elegant and classy, but empty. It felt like a showroom. There were no pens on the desk, no makeup on the vanity, and no clothes in the laundry basket. Totally empty.

She eventually gave up her search for anything useful and sat on the bed. It was soft and plush, unlike anything she'd had before. If she was stuck here for a while, at least she'd be comfy, she thought, then scolded herself for being happy about anything in this scenario.

She'd only just sat down when she heard the key in the padlock outside the door. Remembering his rules, Alora slid from the bed to kneel on the rug as he'd instructed, eyes on the ground as he entered.

"Good girl," he praised, and she felt her cheeks warm at the praise. She didn't know why she liked hearing him say that. She wanted to hate those words, but instead, they made her thighs clench and her pussy leak.

He allowed her to stand and told her to follow, which she did, as he led her to a large dining room

...

Two years later...

Her phone rang, buzzing along the countertop, and Alora jogged over to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Alora, kneel down and crawl behind your couch."

Her breath caught in her throat. That voice. She knew that voice. And so did her body, because it complied before her brain even realised what was happening.

"No, she whispered. "You promised." She almost began to stand up again, desperate to regain the control she ...