Chapter Four
“Here are the documents you requested,” Alexa told Gary a few days later as she handed him a stack of papers. “I got the petition files you asked for yesterday and all the records of the elderly patients in that hospital from downtown are in there too.”
He looked up from his computer screen and smiled back at her, “Thanks. That was quick.”
“I just don’t like sitting by idly,” she replied.
“Well, we still have an hour before we can leave this place. Care to spend it here with me?”
Alexa shrugged and took her business coat off, placing it on top of a spare chair next to his desk. She then dragged it beside him and sat there with Gary, “I got nothing better to do. So, are you going to let me in?”
“In on what?”
She nudged him with her elbow, “You know, that dangerous life thing you mentioned that night after the party.”
His eyes lit up with excitement. He then looked around the office, “You don’t think anyone is going to walk in here, right?”
“Not without calling my desk number first,” she told him. “My extension comes before yours.”
“Good, scoot up here.”
Alexa grabbed her seat and inched closer to him. She watched patiently as he took out a key from his wallet and fumbled with his desk drawers. It took him a while but she waited quietly. As he moved around she couldn’t help but notice he had a tattoo hiding underneath his collar, at the back of his neck. She could also tell he was pretty muscular judging by the way his clothes rippled and folded around his body. It almost got her excited to see what he looked like without his suit on.
“Here,” he whispered as if he was keeping a deep, dark secret. He unlocked the bottom-most drawer and after fumbling about for five minutes he pulled something out. It wasn’t exactly what she thought it would be.
Alexa expected a condom. She expected a skimpy dress he’d make her wear. She expected a bottle of champagne or lacy underwear or a sex toy. Instead, he pulled out a black blindfold and handcuffs with pink fur.
Her jaw dropped.
“Never worn these, before?” he asked.
Alexa shook her head. “Never met a boy as bad as you.”
“Dangerous,” he muttered softly as he passed them to her, allowing her to get a real feel.
She liked how soft the cuffs felt. They didn’t feel anything like the cold, metal cuffs police officers use during arrests. Maybe they wouldn’t be too difficult to wear. It would make things extra exciting as well.
“Just for the record,” she finally managed to say, “I’m not going to be some kind of slave like in those weird porn videos. Or that horrible movie with Elle Fanning.”
“Playing with the dangerous nightlife isn’t about pleasing me,” he told her. “It’s about exploring your limits and getting high on dancing with that risk.”
“So you’re saying that by submitting, with my eyes blindfolded and my hands tied down, I’m the one being rewarded and not you?”
Gary nodded.
“How did you get into this kind of stuff?” she just couldn’t stop the questions from flooding out of her mouth. “Why did you get into this kind of stuff? You’re a billionaire under the age of forty.”
“You expect me to be like Bruce Wayne, screwing random girls every weekend and masquerading as a vigilante at night?” he responded. He did have a point, however. When you’re that rich you need to get a hobby or get bored doing nothing with all the money.
Alexa still wanted to unravel the mystery, “That’s not a legit answer.”
“My first time was when I was seventeen,” he finally explained as he leaned back on his chair. “She was this smoking hot girl from Hong Kong and we were spending time together at a tennis club. We were out drinking, having a good time and then we ended up back in my room. She took my belt, asked me to tie her to the bed posts and take charge of things.”
“Never looked back ever since?”
He shook his head, “I don’t regret it. It’s brought a strange sensation for me. I like it.”
“Torturing hot girls?”
“Giving girls a sense of elation,” he corrected. “There’s nothing like fucking a girl already high on lust.”
His words were digging deep into her mind and that bothered her. Why couldn’t he just be a simple idiot like Josh? Why didn’t he just ask to buy her a dress, drinks and then fuck? Why couldn’t he just be the kind of guy who would promise to make her life better with all his money and then leave her after fucking for a few nights in a row?
Why was he becoming so intriguing and fresh and dangerously seductive?
Alexa found herself getting wet in anticipation, just from thinking about what all this could be like. She pictured herself, just for a moment, lying on his bed with her hands tied behind her back and him pulling on her hair as he plowed his way into her, smacking her ass.
“Care to give it a try?”
She was taken aback and looked at him in shock, “I am not fucking my boss.”
“No penetration,” he told her.
That’s supposed to be comforting? Yet it was also weird. “No penetration? Really? You got a girl tied down and helpless and you’re not going to fuck her like there’s no tomorrow? What kind of fun am I going to get then?”
He only gave her a sly smile and then whispered into her ear, “If I get you to cum in under ten minutes, you have to do it again tomorrow. If I get you to scream for more, you have to do it again for the entire week.”
“That a dare?”
“It is.”
“Done.”
Alexa didn’t know what to expect but she was genuinely interested. Her new, hot boss was inviting her in for something risky and exciting but in return she might never get a chance to walk away from it.
What the hell. I can’t possibly lose control without him actually thrusting it in.