Part Five: Private Audience
Amber faces disciplinary action from her boss, but his punishment proves to be delightfully unconventional.
The story so far: Amber’s a music PR who’s been moonlighting as manager for band The Swerves. After sleeping with her boss Will, Amber swore she’d keep their relationship professional. But last month she booked The Swerves a gig at a fetish club, where she was spanked by a masked stranger who turned out to be Will. And as if that weren’t enough, the band then let on to him that she was moonlighting.
Amber dressed especially well for the office on Monday. Over the weekend, in between receiving increasingly excited calls from The Swerves, whose Instagram page was getting lots of attention, she’d tried calling Will, but his phone had been switched off. He’d seemed so insistent on talking to her alone after they’d had their run-in at the fetish club, but, as she’d followed him towards the bar on his instruction, he’d been approached by a woman in a rubber catsuit. The woman had whispered something to Will and, after fixing Amber with a stern look, he told her “later” and vanished through a door marked ‘private’.
Amber had lingered outside for a while, attracting suspicious glances from security, but when Will still hadn’t appeared almost an hour later, and with Dan getting increasingly irritated about having to wait for her, she’d accepted that it probably wasn’t going to happen and left the venue with the band. She was regretting that decision now, after a weekend dreading the confrontation with Will (interspersed, admittedly, with regular toy sessions to drive away her annoyingly persistent thoughts of him).
Amber’s outfit was chosen to make her appear confident, even though she didn’t feel it – and because it looked hot. After all, Will had fancied her when they’d first met, so maybe she could use her feminine wiles to salvage the situation. She’d plucked her eyebrows the night before to avoid any red marks, and had even shaped her bush into a neat triangle so that collar and cuffs were equally trim – she always felt more confident when she knew that she was flawless everywhere. Next, she’d chosen her underwear. If her shoulders started to droop and she failed to walk tall, the elegant boned black corset would poke her, reminding her she was a lady. Her pure silk thong was a divine claret colour, and for real old-fashioned glamour, she’d added a matching vintage metal-clipped suspender belt with black seamed silk stockings. Her whole outfit screamed ‘woman in control’. Taking three deep breaths, she opened her front door and headed out into the chilly spring morning to meet her fate.
Stage Fright
“Keep your head down,” said Olivia, as soon as Amber walked in. “Will’s been in a foul mood all morning. He gave me a major bollocking just because I forgot to put sugar in his coffee.”
“Understood,” said Amber, quaking despite her attire. “Good weekend?” “Not now,” whispered Olivia as Will stepped out of his office. Then she gestured at her computer monitor and Amber watched her type out, ‘If he sees us talking, he’ll go ballistic. Lunch? Need to talk about the band!’. Amber mouthed “OK”, but the band was the last thing that she wanted to talk about right now.
Too scared to go into Will’s office, for the rest of the morning she immersed herself in posting messages about Quantum in newsgroups to boost sales of their latest single. Eventually she became so focused on what she was doing that she didn’t notice Will leave his office until, suddenly, he was standing immediately behind her.
“Lunch. Meeting. Now.” His tone was no-nonsense. “Sure thing, boss,” said Amber, gripped with fear, but she couldn’t deny that she also felt arousal. He’d been such a considerate lover when they’d first met, and knowing he was kinky added edge to his appeal.
Olivia shot Amber a look of support as she struggled to match Will’s rapid pace out of the office. Her Louboutins weren’t designed for speed, but she hoped they’d prove their worth in other ways now the moment had come. “Where are we going?” she asked, finally managing to keep up with Will’s pace by running on tiptoe. “You’ll see.”
Amber felt out of control as she followed Will through Camden Market and down a series of side streets. She knew they weren’t far from where he lived, given that she’d once spent a blissful night at his place, but she also knew he wasn’t taking her to his flat when he stopped outside a mews house with a battered green door. He got out a key and pushed open the door. “After you.”
Amber walked in and was met by a comforting smell: fresh flowers mingled with a log fire and coffee. What was this place? Some kind of corporate hospitality suite? “
“Second door on the left,” Will said, pointing to one of several closed doors in the plain cream-coloured hallway. She pushed open the door and guessed her first instincts weren’t quite right. There was ash from the log fire she’d smelled in the fireplace and a huge bunch of white lilies on an old oak table next to velvet-curtained windows, but she was pretty sure that no corporate entertainment flat would have quite such extreme art, even in the music industry.
To the left of the fire, a life-sized bronze sculpture depicted a woman’s buttocks parted as a man’s cock slid into them. On the right-hand side of the room the minimalist white walls were covered with black and white photographs in antique gold frames, showing women on their backs with a circle of cocks around them; on their knees with come-splattered faces; standing tied to gnarled trees with welts across their backs and bent over with obvious cane marks on their arse cheeks. Conversely, the left-hand side of the room featured some beautiful monochrome pictures of men tied to domination devices, such as St Andrew’s crosses, towered over by thigh-booted dommes and cocks bound intricately in rope, an art form known as Shibari or Japanese rope bondage. They bulged painfully. One particularly eye-catching image – not least because it was the only one in colour – featured a man on his knees in an old claw-footed bath with an ethereal-looking blonde elegantly releasing a golden stream of piss over his face. Amber felt nervous and horny all at once.
“What is this place?” she asked, observing a black leather Chesterfield sofa facing a matching armchair placed in front of the fire, beside which stood a large pot seemingly containing various fire-stoking devices. Will smiled briefly. “The flat I took you back to the night we first met,” he began, shooting Amber a meaningful look which made her blush. “It wasn’t mine. It belonged to a friend who lives near here, as you may remember. I was looking after his house while he was away for the week.”
“Ah, so this is your place, then?” Amber asked. Will nodded. “At the time I didn’t want to, well, shock you. But now you know about my… alternative interests.” Indeed Amber did. All too well. “Coffee?” Will asked, and Amber felt some relief that his tone was lighter. “Er, OK, thanks,” Amber replied, still somewhat nervous.
“Take a seat.” Will gestured towards the sofa and Amber made herself as comfortable as she could. “So, Amber, it appears we have a little problem.” Amber nodded. “I’m sure you’re aware that moonlighting is banned. Knowing that you’re managing a band in your spare time puts me in a very difficult position indeed.”
“Yes. Sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to…” Will silenced Amber with a wave of his hand. “However, I also think that you’ve got a lot of talent and I’d hate to see that wasted. So, I have a proposal for you. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine. I don’t see why anyone at work needs to know where we were this weekend.”
Amber was gobsmacked. She hadn’t even thought about outing Will to anyone at work. She’d figured that it was the music industry so nobody would care. This was much easier than the convoluted argument she’d come up with over the weekend as to why she should keep her job. “Sure, no probs. Seems fair to me.”
Again, Will raised his hand to silence her. “However,” he said slowly. “Given the seriousness of the matter, I think it only appropriate that you should face some disciplinary action to remind you who your boss really is. Agreed?”
Music To Her Ears
Amber looked into Will’s eyes and was in no doubt as to what he meant. However, she could see that it really was a question – if she wanted to, she could leave right now and nothing more would be said. And yet… The memory of his hand slapping her arse made her c**t moisten and the sexy pictures around her only served to fuel her lust.
“Do you agree?” Will’s tone was sterner now and Amber gulped inwardly. She dropped her head and looked up at Will through guiltily lowered eyelashes. “I do.” “Then come here.”
Will reached across to the pot beside the fire and pulled out not a poker, but a riding crop. She stood up and began to walk over to him, but he flicked the crop in her direction. “On your hands and knees, like a good little slut.”
Amber did as she was told, feeling a flush rise on her cheeks and a burning feeling emanate through her chest, stomach and pussy. “That’s right,” Will said. “Good girl.” He leaned back in his armchair and spread his legs, beckoning her to crawl until her chin rested on the cushion between his thighs. Then he slowly popped open his button fly and unleashed his stiff, thick cock from its confines, stroking it slowly.
“A slut like you will love this,” Will remarked. Pre-come leaked from the tip of his engorged cock. Amber could feel wetness soaking her thin silk knickers and knew it wouldn’t be long before it started to run down her legs. She didn’t know how to respond, other than to gaze lustfully at the thick cock before her. “I bet you’d love to taste it,” Will continued. He released his cock briefly to pull her bolero jacket and T-shirt off, revealing her corset. His eyes visibly flashed at the sight of it. “You’re just a cock-hungry whore. I mean, look at the way you’re dressed for the office.”
He pulled her breasts out of the corset so that they rested, shamelessly exposed, on top. He squeezed her nipples hard, then, without warning, flicked each one with his crop. Amber gasped. “Silence, unless I say you can speak. So, do you want my cock? Tell me how much you want it,” he said, stroking his throbbing shaft.
Amber’s breath had been getting quicker, and there was no hint of a lie as she gasped, “I want your cock. I want to taste it. I want to suck it. I want to feel it inside me.”
“I knew it,” Will said. “Well, you can’t have it. I’m fed up with you being such a prick tease.” He grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her mouth to his cock, smearing pre-come over her lips as if it were lip gloss. Then he pushed her back down to rest on her haunches. “Don’t you dare lick your lips. You haven’t earned it.”
Will sped up his motions, wanking himself faster. Amber’s c**t was pulsating and she was desperate for him to touch her. She started to squeeze her thighs together to get some stimulation, but was rewarded by a sharp flick of the riding crop against her arse cheeks. “I know what you’re doing, slut, but I’ll be in charge of it, thank you!” barked Will. “Now, take off your skirt.” Amber slid her skirt over her hips to reveal her stocking clad thighs.
“So you were hoping to charm your way out of trouble, were you? Or do you wear stockings to work every day, like a cheap whore?” Will tapped her cheeks again with his crop before ordering her to turn around and spread her legs. As she turned, he took out a thin silver bar from the fireside pot. On either end was a leather band which he fastened round each of Amber’s ankles, forcing her legs apart and lewdly exposing her to his gaze. A thin piece of silk was all that protected her modesty and there was now no way to get the slightest pressure against her clit unless Will deigned to touch her there. And that didn’t seem likely.
She couldn’t see his movements, but she could hear the steady ‘thwack, thwack, thwack’ of his self-pleasure, and feel the occasional stroke of his crop over her inner thighs.
“Show me your c**t,” Will ordered. Amber tried to pull her thong down but it was impossible to do now that her legs were spread and bound. “Show me your c**t,” Will repeated and, in desperation, Amber tugged at them until the flimsy fabric broke.
“Good girl,” Will said, leaning forward and plunging a finger into her pussy. Amber gasped at the sudden, but very welcome invasion. “No noise, I said. You’ll have to be punished for that.” Will added another finger to her warm, wet pussy, then another, then another. With shock, but also a shiver of sexual excitement, Amber realised what he was planning.
“Ever been fisted, you little whore?” he asked, confirming her thoughts. “No,” Amber gasped, but her pussy was pouring with juice at the thought. “Well, you’re about to be.”
Amber could feel her pussy being stretched to the limit as Will deliciously twisted his fingers in her. She felt a strange sense of relief when his knuckles slid inside her and her entrance gripped his wrist. Will moved his hand back and forth, pressing against her G-spot and stretching the skin over her clit tight, while his other hand still wanked his cock hard. Amber’s head was spinning at the sensation and when Will groaned and she felt his hot load shoot all over her back, she could hold back no longer and came hard around his wrist, screaming at the intensity.
Afterwards, his fist released from her hungry grip, Will commented, “You seemed to enjoy that far too much for it to count as disciplinary action. As I said to Olivia, this may be a long meeting. But first…” Will stood up and moved round to face Amber. She looked up, worried about what her next order might be. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do anything after an orgasm that intense. Will paused, then smiled broadly.
“Do you fancy a spot of lunch?” Amber grinned back. “That’d be lovely, boss.” She lay on the floor, naked, covered in come, thighs dripping with her juices as he went to his kitchen to make some food. Her shackles prevented her from moving to sit up comfortably, but she didn’t care. She glanced at her favourite silk knickers which now lay, torn, on the floor beside her, and smiled broadly. They’d served their purpose. The only question now was, what purpose was she going to serve for the rest of the day? All being well, she thought, it would be a long, hard afternoon…
Read Previous Parts Of Making Sweet Music: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four
