Taming the Bitch Boss Page 2

  Nina would have gladly crushed her own soul if he'd said the words. Instead, he said, "Open your eyes and look at me."

  She obeyed immediately. Their eyes locked, shifting something in Nina's mind that she couldn't have described if her life depended on it. Her instincts told her she would have a sought-after power if she did what was asked. Although she wasn't used to blindly following direction, focusing on her instincts was impossible with him surrounding her and his fingers dragging her into a haze of lust.

  Damian saw this realization mixed with confusion and knew he'd tapped into her submissive side. This was good and bad; good for both of them, but he needed challenge. Lifting away from her, he began finger fucking her while thrusting his thumb out to tap her clit with each inward stroke. As he'd expected, she exploded faster than a stick of dynamite with a short fuse. Her manicured nails slid down his arms as her body melted onto the bedspread in a pool of gasping, moaning raw sultriness. He rolled her over onto her stomach and said, "Now for your punishment."

  His palm came down hard on her ass cheek, momentarily dragging her out of the exotic funk. She dragged in a lungful of air when an ache slammed her swollen clit as his hand glided over her stinging ass.

  "One, for that soul-crushing bullshit," he counted. "Four more to go."

  Her hand flew behind her to stop the next slap, but his fingers wrapped around her wrist and pinned it to the bed. She tried to push herself upward, but he shoved her back down. "I can tell you get off on pain. Now, give me your other hand."

  "Punishment for what?" she cried.

  "Let's see. For starters; creating a fake profile and posing as a dominatrix on my site." He smacked her ass again. "Third, for trying to lure a guy into your madness so you could needlessly destroy him." His palm reddened her other cheek.

  "What do you mean 'my site'?" Although she was aching more than ever, she tried to keep outrage in her voice. "And what do you think you're doing to me?"

  "Don't play that shit with me, sweetheart. You're soaking wet because you're submissive but have no clue what this lifestyle is all about. You're so used to wearing a bitch suit that you no longer know how to take it off and relax." He rolled her over, and this time, spanked her pussy with three sharp taps of his fingers. As he suspected, she writhed on the bed and started begging him.

  "Want more? Want to get your mind blown? I can consume you so fast that you'll feel like you've been hit by a semi."

  "Do it," she challenged. "Think you're such an expert? Prove it!"

  She had no idea that she'd just opened a Pandora's box. "Be a good girl and stop the bitch, then. You prove to me that you can treat people with decency." He cupped her pussy again. "I know you work at Fancy This. I know Anna, your boss, and I know about your reputation. You've tried to transfer that reputation so you can wreak havoc on my site and at my inn. Wrong move. Now you're going to be a good girl…a nice girl."

  "Your site? Your inn?"

  "I created and own Naughty Affairs and Shady Acres, Nina." He leaned down and hovered his face above hers. "Next goal—recreating and owning you."

  "Everyone will think I've gone crazy if I…" She couldn't even say the word nice. "I'll have to take time off from work. They know me as a cutthroat sales director."

  "You weren't like this before being promoted to Director of Sales," he pointed out.

  "How do you know?" she asked.

  "I already told you. I know Anna," he said, failing to mention that he'd gotten Bria her job at Fancy This. "I don't know what kind of bullshit you dug up on her, and I don't care, because from this point on, I'm confiscating your manipulation card. Grab your phone because you're officially on vacation, and you'll be returning without a shred of bitch in you. Got me?"

  "And what if I don't cooperate? More spankings?"

  He caught her shiver and smirked. "The true members of Naughty Affairs will be able to view this video and see that you are not who you claim. And I'm sure Anna would love to have something to counter whatever you hold over her head." Her eyes widened and her shoulders tensed. "Allow me to extend an invitation to enjoy your vacation at my place. I will train you to honor your submissive nature, get you thoroughly checked by a doctor, and provide you with my medical records. From now on, Nina, you don't move unless I tell you to."

  ***

  Over the last four days, Nina had witnessed Dame's skill in the art of bondage when she'd shown attitude. Accustomed to being alone, she'd been harsh when asking how long he planned on babysitting her. She'd been introduced to his basement and locked in a steel cage. She actually liked being alone as long as she could move around freely, and that damn cage left no room for free movement. Upon her release, she'd given him her best cold shoulder, and he'd replied with scheduled lashings with a whip.

  This morning, she'd asked when he was going to fuck her. He'd told her that he didn't fuck bitches. Her middle finger had flown up and, since he'd ignored that action, she'd mooned him.

  Now, she was crawling around on her hands and knees, naked except for a ball gag and ponytail anal plug. Nina had to admit that she'd never in her wildest dreams thought a vacation could be so damn kinky and hot. Dame had to know that she was rebelling just to find out what his next 'punishment' would be.

  Dame knew what she was up to and was simply getting to know her. So far, he'd discovered quite a few things like that she didn't mind being locked up if he stayed in the room. She grew panicky when he tied her up which signaled possible claustrophobia or maybe trust issues. She adored anal plugs but hated not being able to speak. She was much smarter than she gave herself credit, was very protective of her looks, and had grown up with a slight overweight issue which had led to her being bullied. He suspected that was why she'd been like a cold front blowing through life.

  He'd warned Bria not to come crashing through the front door unless she wanted images that brain-eating bacteria couldn't even rid from her mind. She'd been happier the last four days than she had all year. And, in two more days, Dame was set to become partners with Fancy This, which had been in the works for over eight months. Getting Bria the job there, having a set of eyes and ears in the company, had helped tremendously. Nina had no idea that, when she returned, Bria was replacing Anna, so she'd be her boss. Dame planned to offer her a different job. He needed someone to represent the marketing and sales of Shady Acres Inn. After she settled into a nicer frame of mind, Nina would be perfect.

  He planned to switch his actions up now, just to see how she'd react to him smiling when she resisted. Hours later, when she stuck her tongue at him through the ball gag's hole, he grinned. In the past, she would have thrown a full-blown fit, but she just didn't have it in her lately. Being with Dame had a calming effect on her that she couldn't understand. She'd allowed no other men in her life to boss her around like him, but their dynamics—him being dominant and her submissive—felt completely natural.

  Over the last couple of days, she hadn't even realized that she had to work at reminding herself to be bitchy. Today, she'd felt buoyant and wanted to bask in this new light feeling of happiness. She hadn't even obsessed over how others would regard the changes in her personality. Dame had silently noticed the shifts in her personality and decided to reward her.

  "Come here, Nina." She crawled over, wiggling her ass the whole way and swishing the ponytail back and forth. He removed the ball gag first, and then the anal plug. "Join me in the shower."

  This was the first time he'd told her to join him naked anywhere. Nina actually smiled. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

  "If you're good for the rest of the day, I'll consider it." He offered her his hand and led her into his master bath where he stripped. She watched every move he made and almost reached out for him, but she had a feeling by the way he was acting that her best bet was to let this play out. And she wasn't let down.

  With water streaming down her body and her long blonde hair drenched, Dame soaped her from head to toe and then quickly rinsed her. The scent of lavender
and vanilla wafted in the air and along her freshly cleaned skin. Dame's mouth watered as he lifted and set her ass on a corner bench which was molded to spread legs and allow him full access to taste and tease her pussy.

  Nina's finger threaded through his thick dark hair when he lowered his mouth to her thigh. A giggle slipped out when he bit her inner thigh. The noise was so foreign to her that she immediately apologized.

  "That's music to my ears, sweetheart. You need to giggle more," he said, moving his lips over her leg on the way to her stomach. He reached over and shut the main overhead spray off so only the wall mists would keep a haze of droplets in the air. Nina leaned backward, wedging her back into the corner as his teeth glided over her stomach. No matter how much she tried to stifle her quivering stomach, his attempts at tickling her won out.

  She shrieked laughter when he bit her side and moved his head back and forth like a wolf with a tasty meal. But her laughter turned to gasps when he reversed direction and his stubble shot straight down over her exposed clit. He lowered and rested on his knees, raked his rough chin against her throbbing wet slit, and then thrust his fingers into both openings.

  Nina opened her legs wider and tugged on his hair as his fingers expertly took her arousal higher. His tongue tapped her clit in time with his probing fingers before hot breath blanketed her clit when he said, "Shatter for me, sweetheart."

  The ball of hot bliss exploded, and Nina screamed his name in long wail before begging, "Fuck me pleeaase! Oh god, I want your cock so bad!"

  "Tell me where you want me," he said, lifting her from the corner bench and sliding her limp form beneath him.

  "Everywhere!" she cried, more eager than she'd ever been for any man, and Nina had rarely connected with another human in any way.

  "Open your mouth for me," he told her and moved upward to give her a taste.

  She closed her lips around his cock and whimpered when his male scent invaded her senses. While she devoured his cock, he fisted a handful of her hair with one hand and tugged her nipple with the other, keeping her body in a restless needy squirm. But he wanted to bury his cock inside her to finally feel her tightness squeeze him dry.

  With his hand wrapped around her hair, he moved her head and grinned when she grew even more excited and was thrilled when she swallowed around the head of his cock.

  "Good girl, but enough." He pulled her mouth off him and slid her ass around. Realizing he didn't have a condom and was used to wearing one, he told her. "Don't move. I'll be right back."

  "I can't have children," she admitted, something she hadn't told another person, which had wrecked her future once upon a time.

  Dame saw the flash of pain in her eyes before she was able to hide it. He guessed this was her burden, what had thrown her world into chaos and left her a cold shell. He nodded and, since a doctor had already declared her healthy, he returned to her. Nina tried to shake the pain but couldn't. The icy wall she'd used to shield herself for too long threatened to swallow her alive and take her new happiness with it.

  Warning flew into Dame's eyes, but instead of more of the usual, he shocked her by offering, "Hit me, bite me, claw me, and fuck me as rough as you can because I plan to fuck that unhealed scar into oblivion, sweetheart. Time to heal the bitch." He braced himself and challenged, "Or are you too weak to fight?"

  Her heel slammed into the tiled wall behind her, and she lunged at him. Grunting at the impact, Dame knew he had to get them out of the shower of they'd likely wind up in the ER with head injuries.

  He wrapped his arms around her, ignored her claws and teeth, and managed to slide the shower door open and stumble out of his shower. She head butted him and growled, "I'm not weak!"

  Tasting blood, he turned and pushed her up against the wall hard enough to knock the air out of her. While she gasped for breath and tried to fight, he rushed out of the bathroom with her still in his arms. They hit the bed and bounced. She recovered her lung capacity and jumped on him. Dame grabbed her slender wrists in one hand and rolled, then jerked her arms over her head.

  "No, you're not weak, so give up the bitch already. Let her pour out of you so you'll quit using that rotten attitude."

  She hissed, "Fuck you!"

  "As you wish," he said and thrust into her without a shred of gentleness.

  Her body bowed off the bed, eyes glazing as hot arousal seared through her bitchiness and hit every damn nerve in her body. Dame fucked her hard, keeping her hands captured as best he could and using his teeth and stubble on her nipples. She squealed, "Oh shit," with each thrust and was already climaxing around his cock. He held out as long as he could before abandoning his control, too.

  Her breasts were marked and scuffed and her wrists were still held tightly in his grasp when he rolled sideways, bringing her with him. He wrapped his leg around hers, tucking her against him.

  "I'm letting you go. Fight me if you must." He released her.

  She dragged her hands downward and rested then against his chest, "No more fighting…yet. Thank you, though."

  "No problem. You should have told me that fighting turned you on so much. I would have kicked your ass on day one." After a bit of laughter, he added, "Round two after dinner. For now, I'll apply some lotion to your breasts."

  Later that night, with dinner in the works and both dressed for bed, he said, "I want you to work for me, at first as the Marketing Director for the inn. I'm becoming a partner for Fancy This, so you'll be working for me anyway. This will be a promotion and a fresh start."

  She gaped at him, then asked, "How much does it pay?"

  "Double what you make at Fancy This."

  She immediately nodded. "Okay, okay. Wow! I was not expecting this."

  "There's more. We're having a guest for dinner, someone you know. Before I tell you who, I need to let you know that my purchasing Fancy This has been in the works for months and is connected to my guest."

  "Is Anna coming over?" she asked.

  "No, Bria is," he said. Nina's jaw dropped, but then he admitted, "She's my half sister, and I got her the job, so she could tell me how the company was run."

  "So this, you bringing me here, was all a…a setup?" she asked, frowning and fighting betrayal.

  "No," he lied. "That was all due to your account on Naughty Affairs. I do know Anna, and Bria has mentioned you before, so I knew of your reputation."

  He wasn't about to tell her what Bria had wanted him to do. She'd made too much progress to wreck it all now. To his surprise, she looked shocked but was taking it much better than expected.

  Nina could imagine what Bria had 'mentioned,' but the offer of double what she made at Fancy This soothed any negative feelings toward the situation. The job would allow her to start fresh, like he'd said, so she could bypass all the awkwardness of returning to the team who she knew must hate her. Tonight, she would face Bria and see how the girl thought of the new Nina.

  "When is she coming over?" Nina asked.

  "As soon as I call her," Dame said and picked up his phone. "You proved your strength to me, sweetheart. Now, show her."

  She nodded. "Okay. If I slip, I'll leave the room."

  "You won't slip."

  His confidence in her went a long way in relieving her awkwardness throughout dinner. After a couple of glasses of wine, Bria couldn't believe she was laughing with Nina or that Nina was excited about working at the inn. Bria easily admitted to Dame that he'd impressed her again. After Bria had left and Dame's and Nina's second and third rounds of sex had exhausted them, Dame popped a question he had never thought he'd ask and Nina's three words sealed the deal.

  "Do you agree to be my only submissive?" he asked.

  "Yes, I do," she said and snuggled against his side.

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