The Boss's Toy - Sex Stories

The Boss's Toy

... that showed her it was still dark out. Other than the man behind the desk and her captors, the only others in the room were two imposing men standing at one of the pillars. The man studied her for a moment longer, then turned his gaze back to the men behind her, a glare looming over his handsome face.

"How dare you," he said, his voice calm and collected, but you could hear the anger peeking. "You dare bring me some random girl you found at some club instead of South's mistress like I asked. If he wants peace, he will not get it by lying. He will have to pay his debts another way then."

"Will we just bring the girl back then? Dump her on a street corner?"

He studied her scared face for a few moments before smiling wickedly. "No. She's seen my face. And anyway, she's a hot little thing. It'd be a shame to waste her. As for you two... That guy can go," he said to Lee. "Tell South we are officially at war because of this. You though," he addressed the other man, "well, I can't just let you both go. That would make me seem weak."

As Lee turned back to the lift and took the stairs down, the man behind the desk looked at one of the imposing men standing at the pillar. "Marco, take South's man away, show him what we do to people who lie to my face. And have the girl taken to my room." The man, presumably Marco, nodded and gestured to the other man. The other man grabbed her captor and pulled him off to another room, whereas Marco pulled Alora to her feet, and started ...

... dragging her toward a door off the large office. At this point, Alora's patience ran out. They weren't going to let her go, so she started to fight, trying to free herself from his grip, and she managed to stamp on his knee, making him cry out and let her go. She started running for the elevator, panicking, but before she even got two feet, the man from behind the desk was standing in front of her and gripping her arms. He was much stronger than he looked, and he looked strong.

"Calm down," he said sternly, but she just continued to struggle. "Calm down," he said, even louder this time, his commanding voice scaring her into stopping struggling, but she glared up at him in determination, letting him know she wasn't admitting defeat. "What's your name girl?" he asked.

"Alora," she replied, death staring at him. "And what's yours?" she asked cockily.

"Daniel. Now Alora, are you going to be a good girl and go into the bedroom, or will I have to drag you there."

"You'll probably have to drag me, asshole."

"I was hoping you'd be polite, because then maybe I'd be kind. But my patience has run out, so you have one last chance to be cooperative."

She gave him a cocky smile, "In your dreams," she said, then slammed her head into his, making him curse and release her. She staggered back, trying to clear her head as she stumbled toward the lift. She managed to reach it just as she heard Daniel calling his men after her. She managed to press the button and the doors shut ...