The Boss's Plaything, The Collection E-Book

Belle Hart

• Herausgeber: Belle Hart
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

This is a collection of the 3 erotic short stories in "The Boss's Plaything" series. 21-year-old Nichole is devastated by her husband's cheating, but her boss, Jason, finds many kinky ways to cheer her up.

Length: 13,700 words.

Leseprobe

The Boss's Plaything

The Collection

by Belle Hart

Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

The Boss's Plaything 1

The Boss's Plaything 2

The Boss's Plaything 3

Other stories by Belle Hart

The Boss's Plaything 1 (back to top)

I wake up and open my eyes to find myself in a strange bedroom. I am confused for a moment. Then I remember what happened. I walked in on my husband Chad having sex with another woman. At his office! He was actually doing it with her on his office floor. He was working late. I was going to surprise him with a sandwich for dinner. Guess I was the surprised one.

We’d been married for a year. I’m only 21. I decided to stay at my boss's house for a while. He and I are friends and he offered. When I got here I was surprised to learn my boss had just discovered his wife was cheating on him. She left him last night for her boyfriend she’d been chatting with online. Wow.

My boss, Jason, is in his mid-thirties. He’s a banker. I do filing and typing for him part time. He’s gorgeous. Tall, wide shoulders, muscles from working out, reddish blond hair, tan skin, sparkly green eyes. Yes, I’ve noticed these things. I have no idea what his wife's boyfriend is like, but how can she leave Jason?

I stretch my body as I lie in the bed thinking. It’s Saturday morning. I have no idea what I will do now. I have only a part-time job. I was a housewife for a little while. I used to be a model during my childhood and teen years. I have naturally platinum blond hair. Kind of rare, I guess. I stopped modeling because I wasn’t tall enough to continue it into adulthood. I’m only 5’4”. Also, my breasts grew to be rather ample, double D’s. You’d think that’d be okay in the mainstream modeling world, but they actually do prefer smaller breasts, or average sized. The kind of modeling available to busty women was not the kind I was interested in.

I went to college for a few years, but I could never decide on a major. I have no idea what I want to do. So when I got married, I decided to be a housewife. Chad was okay with that. And then I got a part time job to combat boredom, but I have no ambitions. Jason said I am welcome to stay here as long as I need to. He certainly understands how I feel. Last night we stayed up late talking about it. And drinking a little bit.

The vibes got a little weird and overly sexual, so we both decided to call it a night. I climb out of bed now a little awkwardly. I’m still feeling a little tipsy. No headache, though. Nice. I’m wearing a really long white T-shirt, and my long curly hair is a little messy as I step out into the hall. I need a glass of water.

Jason doesn’t seem to be up yet. I make myself some cereal and take it back to my bedroom. I feel kind of weird living in a house with by boss. We haven't spent this much time together alone before.

When I finish my cereal, I crawl into bed again and pull the covers up to my chin. I’m probably depressed, but I don’t care. What else am I going to do today? It’s hard to erase the image of Chad pounding his dick into his gorgeous red-haired secretary from my mind. And the moaning. I may vomit. I close my eyes and try to think of nicer things. Puppies? I don’t know. I need more sleep.

I wake up to someone saying my name.

“Nichole?” he says. Then he pats my shoulder a bit. I open my eyes groggily.

“Jason?”

My boss is sitting on my bed, dressed and ready for the day. The light in the room is different. Shadows have shifted.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Three thirty in the afternoon.”

“Oh, my.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you kind of overslept. I thought I should wake you. Or see if you’re… depressed.”

“Duh,” I say, and pull the covers over my head. It's Saturday, but I'm so glad he already agreed it was okay if I took some time off work for a while. I just cannot deal.

“None of that,” he says, pulling the blankets off my head. “I know how you feel. I spent the day at the shooting range trying to hit bullseyes. Not sure it helped.” He looks a little forlorn now.

“Alright, I’ll get up,” I say. “But only if we stop talking about the obvious spouse problems. Let’s ignore them and pretend they don’t exist.”

“Hmm,” he says. “Okay. I’m going to order a pizza. And then we can… play video games or something.”

“Or you can teach me how to play video games,” I say. “Not sure I know how.”

“Okay. Good. Up up.” He smiles at me and wanders out of my room to make the call.

“Pepperoni?” he calls back to me.

“Yes, please,” I call back.

Well, we’ve started the drinking again. We ate pizza, played video games all evening, then Jason broke out the beer. I’ve only had a beer and a half, but he’s starting to look damn irresistible to me. We are sitting close on the couch and my feet are curled up on an ottoman. I’m facing him.

“I can’t believe she left you. You’re gorgeous. What was she thinking?” I suddenly blurt out. I’m too tipsy to even be embarrassed about it.

He smiles. “Thank you. I think you’re too gorgeous for Chad to cheat on also.”

“Thank you,” I say. We tap our beer bottles together. Then we laugh.

He looks at me a little seriously then. “You have very pretty blue eyes, you know.”

I look away from him. “Where is this going?” I ask quietly. Like I don’t know. I guess we are going to stop ignoring our attraction to each other?

He reaches out and puts his hand on my cheek and turns my head to face him again. I let him. I look into his eyes as he slowly moves closer to me. I don’t know if I have the nerve to do this. He leans in to kiss me and I turn away at the last second. He stops. He puts his face against my cheek. And then he sensuously kisses my cheek. I feel my body warm up.

“Oh, Jason, Jason…” I say, unsure.

“Shh…” he says. “We don’t owe anyone anything.” He goes back to kissing my cheek.

I feel a tear or two run down my cheek. Chad is the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s kind of sad that that’s over. But Chad’s the one who ended it. Not me. Jason licks the tear off my cheek. I smile. I turn to kiss him back.

He kisses me passionately. This is so bizarre. This is my boss. This feels wrong. And sort of right. And sort of kinky. I open my mouth to let our tongues tangle together in an erotic dance. He’s a good kisser. I set my beer down on the table behind the couch. Jason does the same with his. Then he starts to unbutton my white long-sleeved blouse. I dress conservatively to hide my big bust. I shiver as his rough hands touch my skin. I pull away from his kiss for a moment.

“Are we really doing this?” I ask breathlessly. “Nevermind,” I say, and then kiss him again while I laugh. I feel the fog of depression lift as he kisses me. He has my shirt off now. I gingerly reach under his rust-colored T-shirt to feel his defined ab muscles. God, he’s sexy. I am too shy to pull his shirt off, but he stops kissing me long enough to whip it off and toss it aside. It makes me nervous. This is going so fast. I start to hyperventilate a little. He stops kissing.

“Are you okay?” he asks.