My New Boss Ch. 16

"Mmmm. Good girl." he replied.

Paul stood up and hooked a thick leather cuff around my left wrist. It was softly lined on the inside and, although it was tight, it wasn't painful. I flexed my hand.

"Is that ok?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." I looked up at him. His eyes were dark. He slowly walked around to the other side of the bed, examining my body as he went. He attached the cuff to my right wrist.

"How does that feel, baby?"

"It feels fine, Sir." I smiled.

To my surprise, once the cuffs were on my wrists, I started to relax. I felt oddly secure. Whatever happened to me, I was in Paul's expert hands. I knew he'd keep me safe and take me to places I'd never imagined I'd go sexually. My fearful, rapid breathing was quickly turning into deep gasps of desire.

Paul walked to the end of the bed and wrapped both hands around my ankles. He pulled on my legs firmly, sliding my body down the bed, stretching my arms taut. I groaned deeply.

Paul pushed my knees up and out, spreading my pussy open further. He secured a leather cuff to each of my ankles and tightened the chains, holding me firmly in place. He stepped away from the bed.

"You look beautiful, Brooke."

I whimpered. "Thank you, Sir."

He walked towards the bed and grabbed his belt from between my legs. He folded it in half and dramatically snapped it together. My eyes met his. He stood to my left and slowly dragged the thick, black leather across my breasts. Instinctively, my tits pushed forward as much as the chains would allow. He trailed it over my nipples, then down between my heaving breasts. The belt swirled in a slow circle around my belly button, then inched it's way towards my glistening pussy.

Just before the belt rubbed against my clit, he lifted it away from my skin all together. I groaned and closed my eyes. Without warning, Paul snapped the belt against my left thigh. I cried out.

"Aghhh!"

"Shhhh. You're ok, Brooke." Paul said calmly as he trailed his hand over the warm redness of my thigh. He was right. I was ok. The snap sounded worse than it felt. If anything, the belt just sent even more blood and hormones coursing through my body. I started panting. Paul snapped the belt against my right thigh.

"Oh God!" I whimpered.

"That's it, baby. Just feel it for me." he said soothingly.

He dragged the thick leather up my thighs and over my stomach. He tapped it gently against my nipples, back and forth between them. I opened my eyes and stared at him. There was a faint smile on his lips.

"You're loving this, aren't you? You like laying here, all tied up like this? My slutty little assistant. Ready to be tied up and spanked whenever she's told?" he groaned. He climbed on the bed between my knees. I felt him push his erection down against my wet, hungry pussy.

His words, their insensitivity, combined with the leather and his raging erection were all about to drive me over the edge. I had no idea why, but hearing him call me his 'slutty little assistant' made my pussy quiver.

"Yes, Sir. I'm your slutty little assistant." I bit into my lip.

"Mmmhmm. That's what I thought. You dropped your panties for me on the first day, didn't you? You couldn't wait for me to shove this hard cock into you." he said rigidly.

"Ohhh, fuck. Yes, Sir. I wanted your cock right away. I can't get enough of it, Sir." I whined.

Paul smiled and leaned back, dragging his belt from between my breasts, back down to my exposed clit. Without notice, he slapped the belt against my clit. I couldn't contain my scream.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled. I tried to arch my back but the chains gave me no room for movement.

Paul groaned and snapped it against my clit again, then once more. My screams had become just one long, continuous moan.

"You want me to spank this pussy until you cum? Is that what my little slut wants?" he asked forcefully.

"Yes, Sir! Please!" I begged. The wetness was coating my pussy. My clit was throbbing, just waiting for the leather to bite into it again.

"Please what?" he teased.

"Please, Sir! Please spank my clit until I cum!" I pleaded.

"Like this?" he asked as he rapidly slapped his belt against my red, exposed clit.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed. My body started shaking violently as my orgasm wrecked havoc on my senses. I saw stars. I heard my blood pounding in my ears. I saw Paul's cock jerking between my thighs. I felt wave after wave of sensation crash into me. Hot tears sprang unexpectedly to my eyes. Paul lined his cock up and slammed into my convulsing pussy at the height of my climax.

"Oh shit. Fuuuuck. That's it, baby. Feel it, Brooke!" he groaned as his hips slapped forcefully against mine. I couldn't move or speak. My mouth just fell open in a silent scream. His fingers wrapped around my shaking thighs and his thumbs pressed against my aching clit.

"No! It's...It's too m-much, Sir!" I whimpered.

"Again, Brooke! Give me that cum, baby!" he growled as his thrusts picked up speed.

"Uhhhh! No! Oh fuck!" I wailed helplessly, thrashing my head from side to side as my second orgasm exploded.

Paul braced his hands against my shoulders, pressing me into the bed. He reached his climax and roared loudly above me, his fingers digging painfully into my sweat covered skin. He collapsed against me. My hair was partially covering my face and my rapid breathing was making it rise and fall against my lips. Paul was groaning in my ear. Before he even caught his breath, he sat up and reached across my head to each of my wrists, releasing the cuffs. I pulled my hands down and brushed the hair out of my eyes, then rubbed my wrists gently. Paul leaned backwards and unfastened each of my ankle restraints, then helped me lower my legs to the bed. I moaned softly.

He crawled back up my body, pausing to breathlessly kiss my stomach before collapsing on the bed beside me. His body spooned against my side. He drifted his fingertips over my ribs.

After several minutes I rolled over to face him. My heavy eyes met his.

"Well?" he asked.

"That was good." I giggled.

"That was just a preview, baby. I went easy on you that time." he laughed and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

I intertwined our legs together and ran my hand against his chest.

"We have all weekend to do nothing but this." He sighed and closed his eyes.

I watched him as he rested. I saw his muscles flex and twitch involuntarily. His warm skin had a soft sheen of sweat on it. I stared at his lips and his heavy, closed eyes. I wanted so badly to kiss him and tell him exactly what was weighing on my heart, but I couldn't find the nerve. I knew exactly what he wanted, and he was already getting it.

There was absolutely no way to tell him that I was falling in love, especially when I couldn't even believe it for myself. So I just rolled over and let him hug me from behind. I couldn't sleep. I just laid there, my eyes wide open, running my fingers across the leather cuff and heavy metal chain that rested next to me.

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I woke up cold. I sat up and tried to stretch. My muscles ached. I looked over at Paul as his eyes opened slowly.

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.

"I'm not sure. I need to go get my bag and go to the bathroom." I started to get out of bed as Paul sat up.

"Go ahead and use the bathroom. I'll run downstairs and get our stuff." he mumbled as he climbed out of bed.

I walked into the large master bathroom. The fireplace that connected the two rooms was still going. I flipped on the lights. It had a deep bathtub and a separate shower. Everything was modern and expensive. As I sat down to pee, I remembered Paul telling me that he'd gotten this place from his Dad. The more I saw of the house, the more I realized that his family must come from money. Between this place and Paul's beautiful home, he had some really incredible properties around Seattle. I wanted to know more about Paul and his family, but felt strange asking, especially this soon. I decided that it wasn't my business, and tried not to think about it.

I reminded myself that this was just about sex.

As I finished, I heard Paul bring our bags into the bedroom. We found out toothbrushes and stood next to each other as we brushed our teeth. He kicked me playfully. I nudged him with my hip. There was a sense of comfort and ease that we had with each other. Once we finished, Paul threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to bed. He dropped me unceremoniously onto the mattress and jumped in next to me. He covered our bodies with a heavy blanket as we snuggled against each other.

"I've never brought anyone up here before."

"You haven't?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"How come?"

"I usually just come up here when I need to get away. I like the quiet." he replied. He ran his fingers up and down the length of my spine.

"So, why did you bring me up here?" I asked.

Paul looked into my eyes. I almost shivered from their intensity.

"Because I've never enjoyed being around someone as much as I enjoy being with you, Brooke. I know that has to sound strange. It's only been a week, and technically, I'm old enough to be your father, but it's true. If I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you."

I smiled. Hearing these words gave me hope. Maybe I wasn't alone in how I was feeling after all. I didn't want to make things awkward, so I just smiled gently.

"I really enjoy being with you, Mr. Taylor." I leaned forward and kissed him.

We spent the next several minutes talking and massaging each other. Finally, after a long silence, I realized he had fallen asleep. I cuddled into the crook of his arm and laid my head on his chest. I dozed off listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear.