Wet and Wild * 40 Short Stories: A Filthy Erotica Bundle: An Erotic Anthology

1 - Plugged and Promoted

MF / BDSM / Dom/sub / Bondage / Anal / Toys

“Why do I even bother sending you alerts for these meetings?” Nadia asked as her boss, Paul, entered the conference room with little to no urgency in his step.

She watched him take a seat, blinking and glancing around at the other two faces aside from hers that were staring at him impatiently.

“Tell me I, at the very least, don’t need to catch you up on anything. ”

Paul shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. Both gestures were awkward, aware of being studied. “Catch me up on anything? I’m the boss, Nadia. I know about everything going on.”

“All right then, I can just get right to it.” Nadia tapped a key on her laptop, and a brightly colored, impeccably organized slide was projected onto the screen on the far wall. She pointed to a graph in the middle of the slide just as Paul’s hand raised in the air.

“Okay, wait, I have a question.”

“Paul!” Nadia dropped her arms to her sides, her ability to hide her frustration wearing so thin it was threadbare, and only a membrane was left. Like anything else that was threadbare, seeing right through it wasn’t hard. “If you’re going to be late, you can at least be prepared.”

“Don’t get so prickly with me,” Paul argued, but it sounded like whining, and everybody in the conference room winced. “I just wanted to ask a question before we got started.”

“Okay, what’s the question?”

“Never mind. I’m not in the mood anymore.”

Nadia snorted and turned back to the slide.

Regardless of Paul’s bumbling ways, she found him more charming than she cared to admit.

Aside from that, he was well aware of how he came off as frantic and discombobulated, and he often reminded Nadia that he hired people who knew what to do better than he did.

“You organize and crunch the numbers and all that jazz,” he had told her on her first day at the office. “I’m just here to look pretty.”

He was a smart man, no one doubted that. All the smarter for knowing his weaknesses.

When Nadia had been brought on board, there was a sense of relief among the other office dwellers.

She was working directly under Paul and was able to make some sense of his systems, put together templates for his emails, and bring an order to the business that had been severely lacking in the past few years.

“I genuinely don’t know where we’d be without you,” a colleague who had asked Nadia out on a date several times had told her.

“I think some of you might not even be working here. I’d have trouble working for someone who was so ditsy and wasn’t doing anything about it.”

Nadia had spent a lot of time with Paul when she was trying to untangle the web of helplessness he had woven around himself.

He had mischievous eyes and a puckish smile, and his entire manner was predicated on the fact that he was great at thinking and had enough charisma to get people to follow him, but he was hopeless in most aspects of normal life.

Nadia had known from the moment she had met him that he was unmarried, since his clothes were always a mess, and he regularly came to the office with his hair in a complete state of dishevelment.

“You need to get a girlfriend or something, Paul,” she had told him after they had worked together for a few months. “Someone who will at least make you brush your hair before you leave the house in the morning.”

“I need a manservant like Batman.”

“Or a manservant. Whatever works.”

He was handsome but not too handsome. The type of handsome that appeared in everyday life; the type of handsome Nadia saw at the gym or the grocery store.

She wondered if he was blithely unaware of his appeal, then decided there was never a man born who didn’t know if he was genuinely attractive.

Most of them gave themselves too much credit, she thought as the colleague who asked her out all the time passed her desk and made the cheesy finger gun motion.

Paul at least knows he could get a girlfriend if he wanted to.

It wasn’t her place to meddle in her boss’s personal life, so she didn’t.

She found herself wanting to reach across his desk and smooth his hair for him, stop him in the threshold to the main conference room, and straighten his improperly tied tie, but all of that would be too intimate for someone who was there to manage the odds and ends of the business.

If she was a secretary, then maybe. Even still, Nadia was careful about being too comfortable around someone she worked with.

It never took long for the rumor mill to start once she showed up.

Nadia didn’t even have to date anyone for people to whisper about her.

She was stunned at how it came on like clockwork: she arrived for her first day, everyone saw what she looked like, and by the end of the week, someone claimed they had seen her kissing …

whomever was around. It never mattered to the tellers, those pesky details.

Everyone just assumed that, if a woman was as gorgeous as Nadia, then she was probably going to be entertaining some office romances.

This might have been true had Nadia been more of a normal person, sexually.

If she was the type to enjoy average dates and baseline flirting, then sure, an office romance would no doubt be right up her alley.

The problem, or rather not the problem, from Nadia’s perspective but the safeguard, was that she knew most of the people sniffing around after her were not going to be able to give her what she needed.

They would pretend they could, obviously, but Nadia was always able to tell the blowhards from the diehards.

What Nadia needed was more intense than just normal, perfectly enjoyable sex.

Nadia needed to be controlled; she needed to be dominated, and she needed it constantly.

Not once in a while, not on an anniversary when they decided to spice things up a little.

Nadia had no other sex except for the sex she needed.

The rest of it did absolutely nothing for her.

So, she had to be selective. It wasn’t worth it to tear through an office full of eager men only to be let down by all of them.

She had found, in the course of her life and loves, that plenty of men were turned on by the idea of dominating but didn’t have the fiber of it in their core being, printed into their DNA like she did.

They would get tired of always being in charge, of having to think and reason and come up with nasty things to say to her.

Which was exactly the reason Nadia needed to be dominated—her life was in perfect order and everything was under her control.

Control demanded its limits be tested, shredded, and reset.

When she had first met Paul, Nadia had gotten this sense from him that he was very much like her.

She was having trouble picturing him as some powerful Dom lording over her, but she also couldn’t get over the feeling that that’s who he was.

It wasn’t something she could easily ask or casually bring up, so she just kept looking for clues that would prove her theory.

Sometimes it was in the things he said, making comments about how Nadia’s brain must need a break every so often.

Sometimes it was in the way he looked at her, as though he would always make sure to look away the moment she made eye contact.

She liked that part the best; she liked that he didn’t want to be a leering creep, but that he also couldn’t help it.

Her proposition to him didn’t come up until she had been working at the company for over a year.

She thought it might be best to say it really fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid, but she didn’t want to blow it or find out suddenly that she had misread the situation.

Hints might have been a good way to go, if he wasn’t her boss and one who was trying not to be inappropriate.

There were so many ways for this to go wrong, but Nadia was having trouble remembering the last time she had gotten laid, and she could feel that energy inside of him, that dominant core like a battery powering his every move.

“Any luck on the girlfriend front, Paul?” she had asked one night when he had asked her to stay late to help him sort something he had messed up earlier in the day. “I guess not considering you’re spending your Friday night with me, in the office.”

“You joke, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and no one else I’d rather be with.”

Nadia had smirked at him, fighting back a gentle laugh. “You’re a liar.”

“No, no. I’m only bending the truth a little. It’s not an outright lie.”

It was there, in the glint in his eyes, as clear as a wink trailing innuendo. Not just that he wanted her, but that he could feel it, too, and they both knew they were compatible.

Nadia, despite being attracted to him as strongly as she was, was surprised by the sudden sharp link she experienced when he smiled at her, his eyes lighting up from a source nestled in the depths of him.

The depths were where depravity lived, where the base instincts and the higher mind mingled together.

She returned his gimlet-eyed gaze without hesitation, thrilled to see that spark of wickedness inside of him, if just for a moment.

“You’re not too bad to spend time with yourself,” she said, acutely aware of how their bodies were bending in toward each other. “That’s why I find it so funny that you never seem to have a girlfriend. Funny, attractive, obviously smart. Yet, always single.”

Paul sat suddenly upright. The space where his shape had been leaning toward Nadia went cold and empty. “It’s not worth it, if I’m being honest.”

“Not worth it?”