At the Boss’s Mercy

Chapter One

Abigail Gardner couldn’t believe she was in a sex club on a rare Friday night off.

First, she rarely had a Friday off, or any night for that matter.

Working as a PA to Roman Brown was demanding work.

He expected excellence at every turn, and he didn’t leave room for error.

She’d been his PA now for nearly four years.

She got the job after his last PA messed up accounts and was caught attempting to steal from him, as well as blackmail him.

There was a lot going on four years ago, and Abigail applied for the position and got it.

Her boyfriend at the time hadn’t been happy.

It meant she was suddenly earning more than him, as he’d been securing his reputation in a law firm.

She worked longer hours and traveled the world.

None of that mattered, because a year ago, she walked into their shared apartment to find him balls-deep into his secretary.

She ended it right there and then, and much to her surprise, without much feeling.

Brad, her ex, had never been supportive of her.

All he’d done was attempt to suck her dry.

Each time she came home, he would complain about everything.

They hadn’t slept together in over sixth months prior to it ending.

His parting words to her, as she held open the door, were that she was a frigid, prudish, boring bitch.

He literally said all three of those words.

One year later, giving herself a chance to get over him, even though there was not a lot to get over, now she was in a sex club. She didn’t know how she found this place, or that it even existed, yet here she stood at the bar, drinking pure orange juice, watching the open displays all around her.

She’d never been in a sex club. Over the years she’d been curious about them, but Brad had always said they didn’t need anything but each other. The sex with Brad had been okay. She figured she had a higher sex drive than him, and feelings had started to develop, so she got into a routine.

There was no routine now.

Even though she loved sex, she’d never just randomly slept with men. It’s what made this experience so insane.

Standing in her lacy red-and-black dress, she watched one of the displays as a woman kissed her way down a man’s body.

His shirt was already off, and within a few seconds, she’d eased the man’s cock out of his pants, and he was rock-hard.

Right there, in front of everyone, Abigail watched the woman take him into her mouth.

He growled, sinking his fingers into her hair.

All of their faces were masked. On her entrance, the man at the door had said admission was for mask only. It would be her choice, if she wished to remove her mask once inside. She noticed some people already had, and others were still covered.

She liked being hidden.

She took a sip of her orange juice and felt someone come close to her.

“It’s a delightful scene, isn’t it?”

Abigail frowned, because something about that voice seemed familiar. She turned to look at a masked figure, and there was something still vaguely familiar about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on the why.

“Yes, it is.”

“Your first time?” he asked.

“How could you guess?”

“You’re watching. First timers like to watch, to see if this is the kind of club for them.”

She liked his voice. “Is it the kind of club for you?”

“Yes. I like to watch,” he said.

Abigail looked at him, and she marveled at the fact he ran his gaze down her body and back again.

Part of her expected him to walk away. She was all curves, thick thighs, a fuller tummy, and she didn’t even want to discuss the size of her ass.

She no longer hated her curves but had learned to embrace them.

At thirty years old, she’d been on every single diet and exercise plan there was.

She had never just accepted her body the way it was, until now.

This is what she’d been trying for a couple of years now. She didn’t care what the size tag said in her clothes, only that she looked good in what she purchased. She no longer attempted to drown herself in clothes that were too big.

“Would you like a tour?” he asked.

The old Abigail would have told him no, but tonight was about new experiences, and she was shocked by her instant hit of attraction to this man. He didn’t crowd her space. He’d not offered to buy her a drink.

“Yes, I’d like that,” she said.

“Good.” He held his hand out for her. “I promise I won’t bite, unless you ask for it.”

Abigail frowned, but then she placed her hand in his.

Her mystery man took her on a tour of the sex club, which was filled with many rooms. There was a larger bar, as well as dance floor, and a lot of couples in many different stages of nakedness.

“This is where strangers can meet and hook up in a safe environment. Everyone is vetted prior to arrival. There are couples as well, who like to spice up their love life, and add a third or even a fourth person.”

When Abigail got married, she had no interest in sharing her man—or herself—with anyone else.

Everything was highly sexual. In some rooms, women were tied up, as men fucked them hard, keeping them bound by the rope. In other rooms, men were tied up and were with other men, or other women.

Every single desire was shown, and there was no judgment.

When she learned about this place and made the initial call, there was an interview and they had to verify her identification, as well as perform a thorough background check.

They said it was necessary for the safety of all who joined the club.

After tonight, she could choose if she wanted to stay, or never speak about this place again.

Abigail didn’t even know how she became aware of the club. Actually, no, that was not correct. A card had been left on her desk among the paperwork. At first, she didn’t dare look it up, but then loneliness and curiosity got the better of her.

They came to a stop in a room with a bed, and four people on it. There was a woman and four men. Abigail had watched porn, but nothing could have prepared her for the raw sexual energy before her. This was not a job, or a bunch of strangers coming together.

Her mystery man stood behind her, and she felt him put his hands on her hips, and his breath was inches away from her ear.

“They look good, don’t they?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Watch them.”

Abigail couldn’t tear her eyes away as the woman was spread-eagle on the bed, but the men were kissing, stroking, and touching every part of her. Two men were sucking at her nipples, another was down between her spread thighs, and the fourth kissed her lips.

She looked like she was close to orgasm, but each time she appeared to be traveling to that peak, he pulled away, kissing her hips and stomach.

This happened for several minutes, and then the man at her pussy moved to her head, and vice versa.

Only, this time he didn’t lick at her pussy, he held his cock and slid inside her.

“Just so you know, they’re all together,” he said.

Abigail saw the love all four men had for that woman. It was intoxicating to watch. She didn’t want four men to love her, just one.

She nibbled her bottom lip, then turned to look at her mystery man, and took a chance.

He could push her away and terminate this, and she’d leave.

Life was about taking chances, and she was about to take the biggest leap of faith she ever had.

Putting her hands on his chest, she went onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his.

At first, there was no response, then he cupped her face and deepened the kiss.

Abigail felt the sparks, and they left the room, moving away from the scene. She had no idea where they were going, just that he didn’t stop kissing her.

****

Roman Brown would have known those lips anywhere. Even as Abigail wore the mask, he’d watched his PA enough to spot her in a crowd. From the moment she had started working for him four years ago, he’d been fucking smitten.

He’d seen her around the office. He didn’t quite know what stood out to him, just that his gaze was constantly drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

At office parties, he’d been introduced to her boyfriend Brad, who had a wandering eye the whole time they were together.

It didn’t come as any surprise to discover Brad was cheating.

Actually, he had quite a large part to play in that role.

He put a private investigator on Brad’s ass, and it took the man less than twenty-four hours to get images of him cheating.

Rather than show the evidence to Abigail, he bided his time, and then one fateful day, he knew Brad had taken his little secretary home.

He let her leave early and waited for the magic to unfold.

Brad left.

Abigail wasn’t distraught.

And then, she needed time.

Time for Abigail to get over her boyfriend, find herself, and that was when it was the perfect time to leave the right little trinket for her to find.

Being one of the biggest contributors to the club, it was easy for Roman to get Abigail’s request pushed forward. To stay, she would need the backing of someone in the club, and that would be him.

However, he had not intended for Abigail to become his personal little toy.

No, this was his chance to start something with Abigail outside of work.

He knew in the office, they were boss and employee, and he would never treat her differently.

There had been many occasions he’d thought about firing her and asking her out on a date.

Instead, this was going to have to work.

He’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted Abigail. There was something about her sweet smile, hard work, and sheer honesty, that he found addictive. Also, her body. He couldn’t get enough of her full hips, large thighs, and especially her ass. He’d gladly watch her for days if he could.

She’d been the perfect replacement for his previous PA, who thought stealing from him was fun. He had soon taught her.

Closing the door to the private room, he pressed Abigail up against the wall, taking hold of her hands, pressing them above her head, as he ravished her mouth.

She was so fucking beautiful. Roman kept her hands pressed above her head, as he roamed his hands across her body, taking his fill, and Abigail cried out.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

She’d control tonight.

“Yes, please.”

He smiled. “Tell me what you want. Don’t hold back.”

He looked into her eyes and saw how swollen her lips were.

“I want you to fuck me,” Abigail said.

Sweet fucking music to his ears. Four long years he’d waited to hear those words. Four years of making excuses for not bringing a date. He had to watch her with another man for three of those years, and now it was his time.

“Good answer.”

He spun her around so her back was to him, and he didn’t waste any time as he unzipped the back of her dress.

She wore a delightful red lace bra, and he removed the dress from her body.

Her curves drove him wild. He’d always been drawn to her body.

She had stopped the diets, and in the last year of embracing herself, Abigail had blossomed into a beautiful woman.

A woman he couldn’t help but want and crave with equal measure.

She made his dick so hard it was almost painful in his pants. He turned her toward him, putting a hand at the base of her back and stroking a finger across her hip. He slid his hands up her body, avoiding her tits, and cupped her face, moving her back to the bed.

She attacked his shirt, releasing the buttons, and he had to give her credit for taking her sweet time.

He reached down, flicked the catch of her bra, pulling it down her arms, then tossing it across the room.

Now, he had her tits, which he pressed together and kissed down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, followed by the second.

Flicking his tongue across each mounded peak, he took his sweet time as he kissed down her body.

He wanted to tear her panties off and fuck her hard and fast. Instead, he kissed down toward her pussy and slowly eased her panties off. She whimpered. He tossed the panties to the floor, helped her onto the bed, and spread her legs open.

Sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, he got her into position, then kissed each leg and slowly began to travel up until he got to her pussy.

There, he spread her cunt lips wide, and then licked and sucked at her clit.

She cried out, and he had no choice but to press his hand on her stomach to keep her in place as he continued to tease her clit.

The sounds she made echoed around the room and flooded his senses.

Taking her clit between his teeth, he stroked her nub, feeling her start to build her pleasure, and he pushed her to the edge, keeping her dangled, wanting to blow her mind.

He pressed two fingers within her, and she made perfect sounds. Beautiful.

“Please,” she said.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he said.

It was like her body knew his commands, and he pushed her over the edge, bringing her to a screaming orgasm that was only going to be one of many.

The moment she couldn’t take any more, he moved between her thighs.

He had already slid on a condom. There would come a time he would be inside her bare, but he was not going to break the rules of the club.

Sliding in deep, he grabbed Abigail’s hands, pinning her to the bed, underneath him.

The only drawback was the masks. He didn’t want anything between them.

“I’m going to take the masks off,” he said. “Don’t freak out. You promise?”

“I promise.”

Her pussy fluttered around his dick, and he eased out of her and slammed deep within her, to distract her as he removed her mask first.

“You can remove mine,” he said.

She reached up, pushed his mask off, and he saw her eyes go wide.

“Mr. Brown,” she said.

“No, Roman.” And then he took possession of her lips, as he pounded his dick inside her, fucking her the way he’d been dreaming about for a long time.

Abigail didn’t push him away. She didn’t fight him.

She arched up, meeting him thrust for thrust, and this was exactly how he wanted to end the night.

It was the start of many more things to come.