The Boss's Toy - Sex Stories

The Boss's Toy

... will bring you some food and then we have to go."

"Go? Go where?"

"My house, of course, I don't live here, I just like to keep a playroom handy wherever I am."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she spat, but he just chuckled.

"You don't have much of a choice, but if you are good from now on, I'll give you a shirt to wear on the ride over, unless you want to be naked the whole trip?"

Alora didn't respond, she just looked down.

"Good girl," he told her before turning toward the door and leaving, letting another man through with a tray of food.

The man left the tray on the bed, and though she didn't want to take anything he offered, she was starving and gobbled down the eggs and toast in minutes, downing the glass of water. The man returned and took the tray back again, and Alora just sat curled up on the bed, waiting. Eventually, Daniel returned, looking cheery as ever, and leaned over her to unlock her cuffs. Before he did though, he whispered into her ear; "If you try anything, I'll hogtie you, you'll travel in the boot, and when we arrive I'll whip that sweet little ass raw, got it?"

Alora glared, but nodded, she knew it was useless to try anything right now, with his imposing frame leaning on her and his men guarding the doors. He unlocked the cuffs and she rubbed her sore wrists. He gently pulled her off the bed and guided her to the door as she hugged herself. She stopped.

"Wait, you said you'd give me some clothes," she said firmly, terrified ...

... of walking out to the others stark naked, covered in bruises and dried tears.

"Actually, I recall saying I'd give you a shirt if you were good."

"Was I not good?"

He smirked, "You were, surprisingly. And I'm a man of my word." He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his sculpted shoulders and holding it out to her, revealing his chest in all its glory. She hadn't had much of a chance to admire him the night before, but no one that evil should be allowed to be that handsome.

She gulped and hesitantly took the shirt from him, sliding the smooth fabric over her cold shoulders. It was still warm, and it smelt of him, reminding her of last night, and the shame came rushing back. The shirt was far too big for her and covered her bruises, but she could still feel the sting. "Thank you," she mumbled, then cursed herself for it, she shouldn't be thanking this man for anything. She wished she could crawl into a corner and cry, and this whole nightmare would be over, but instead, Daniel placed an arm around her shoulder and cheerily led her out of the bedroom and back into the office. There were at least five guards standing outside this time, all watching her warily, waiting for her to make her move. She simultaneously wanted to cuddle up to Daniel, use his protective arm as a safety net, and wanted to commit some defenestration (throw him out a window) and then take ten billion showers to rid herself of his touch. But she did neither and she walked warily with him to the ...