1 comments/ 58650 views/ 3 favorites Capturing The Boss Ch. 1 By: V.Rich Tia had been working for Gene for over a year. He was tall, with long dark curly hair down to his collar and very handsome. Every women he met knew it and Tia knew it most of all. And, of course, Gene knew it most of all. Tia worked work for him everyday, returning messages he always seemed to forget to return. Making him look good to his boss and their customers constantly and he never paid her the attention she deserved. Taking her work and her loyalty for granted, and returning no loyalty to her or the other women. Tia was done with that crap! No more Ms Nice Girl, Tia came up with a plan. Not a sweet dress-nicer, wear-more-perfect-makeup, suck-up-to-him kind of plan. No, Tia came up with a really different kind of plan, don't you know. The plan commenced on a Wednesday. Because Tia was already scheduled to attend a workshop and no one would be suspicious of her absence on Thursday or afterwards, either. She left her home Wednesday afternoon, wearing her dark bodysuit and carrying her dad's good-luck satchel, everything she would need for the next two days was in that satchel. Tia knew the capture had to occur at his apartment, that would unnerve him the most. He would have the highest feeling of security there and also, Tia knew he often left the back patio door unlocked because he was forever locking his key inside. Tia let herself in the sliding glass door, being careful to close it and the curtains behind her. She walked though the whole apartment once, just to get the layout, she touched nothing and left no lingering scent of herself in the air. This was serious and she meant business, she would not be ignored tonight. Tia went into the bedroom, attached the nylon cord with its plastic handcuffs to the bottom of the headboard, then tucked them behind the mattress. Attached a matching pair to the bottom of the footboard and tucked them out of sight. She stashed her satchel, open so it would ready to grab anything, under the bed, then slid herself in after the bag. Tia waited silently under Gene's bed, reexamining her plans, reexamining her motivations…no reason was found to cancel her plans. He was strong, masculine, and deserved her attention. An hour later Tia was shaken awake, momentarily confused about where she was. It was dark and she had no room to move. She almost yelled for help, but realized at the last moment that what she'd heard was Gene plopping himself down on the end of the bed. Boots hit a closet wall directly across from the bed, socks dropped on the floor inches from Tia's eyes, then the sound of a zipper. Tia could see Gene's feet walking away from the bed, then his legs as he head toward the open bathroom door right in her line-of-sight. Before reaching the bathroom, he shoved his jeans and jockys over his hips and kicked the tangled bundle toward the closet. He flipped the light on and entered the bathroom naked. Tia scooted as close to edge of the bed as she dared. What a glorious ass that man had! Round and nearly hairless, two dimples right above the swell of those ass cheeks. Wow! This was gonna be so good! Gene was so delicious looking; Tia couldn't wait to eat him all up. Gene stood with his legs slightly apart; kind of tightened his ass and a great golden stream erupted from the penis Tia could spy between his muscular thighs. Gene finished, goggled his ass cheeks then he returned to the bedroom, giving her a great view of his chest, abdomen and that wonderfully thick penis flapping gently against his thighs. Tia heard him flip back the covers and climb into bed, the lights were turned off right away and it seemed Gene went immediately to sleep. Tia waited silently under the bed. Tia and the girls at work had speculated often about what they would do if any of them ever had Gene in their power. Of course, none of them imagined they provided research for Tia's very real abduction. Tia had no idea how vicious and bloodthirsty her co-workers were. Tia silently chuckled to herself; Gene often accused her of having a poor attitude & a lack of team spirit! Well, Tia had been real busy with "the team". After a while, Tia heard snoring from above, a sure sign that Gene was out. Tia slid from beneath the bed, through the foot side. Before she completely slid out she slid a full-face ski mask, and grabbed the can of aerosol "sleep-ease". Still, Tia crept on her hands and knees toward the head of the bed, in case Gene had some sixth-sense sleep radar that alerted him to her presence in his bedroom. She gently picked up the handcuff attached to the left side of the bed, that is Gene's right hand side, and moved onto her knees to peak over to the top of the bed. Wow! Gene was stretched out on his back, his right hand thrown straight out within five inches of his handcuff; the left hand was laid out right next to his body. Wow! This was so totally doable!! Tia was really starting to have fun! Tia slipped the plastic cuff around Gene's right hand, then dropped down on her hands & knees and scooted around the bed to the other side of the bed, kneeled up and pulled the nylon rope through the headboard & slipped the other cuff on Gene's left hand. HE NEVER EVEN INTURPTED HIS SNORING. The hard part was coming up next. Tia crawled to the foot of the bed, She slowly tugged the top sheet and blanket out from between the mattresses, being very careful at this point to keep Gene's feet covered. Tia was really getting good at this! She slipped first one footcuff than the other cuff around his ankles. Tia sat back on her haunches and punched the air with her fist several times. She was so impressed with herself. In the midst of Tia's celebration, Gene let out a groan. Oh, oh, Tia thought, focus, focus. She immediately slid under the bed. Hurry, hurry. She quickly began turning the pulleys double-time, the pulley system would tighten the slack on all the nylon straps. Tia heard a muffled "Hey, What??"…"Hey, What the hell?" Gene started to yell, yanking on the nylon ropes. Tia remembered to wrap the throat strap around her neck, it would totally disguise her voice, the guy at the survival supply store told her. She couldn't see why you would need such a thing for survival, but she had gotten the "sleep-ease" from him, as well as other toys. Tia stood up to her full 5'4" height. The only light was through the partially opened closet door. He would only see her in shadow. Tia walked over to his darker side. "Shut up" she snapped at him, it came out sounding like she was talking through gravel. Tia kind of liked the sound of it. "Shut up", she demanded. But Gene wasn't ready to obey her. Yet. She looked around, quick strides to the closet. She grabbed a couple of her least favorite of his ties, returned to the bed, bounced right onto the mattress next to Gene. He was still yanking, and really starting to shout now. "Shut up", Tia growled, and slapped his across one cheek and then other, two or three times, real hard. He opened his mouth to shout down the house. Tia took that opportunity to stuff the red tie into Gene's mouth, stuffed, stuffed it down good. And before he could begin to spit it out, she tied the blue/teal tie around his head. She then slapped him two more times, really hard, just because it felt so good to do so. Please let me know if you really want to see the really, really good part that comes next... Capturing The Boss Ch. 2 Previously "Shut up," Tia growled, and slapped Gene across one cheek and then other, two or three times, real hard. He opened his mouth to shout down the house. Tia took that opportunity to stuff the red tie into Gene's mouth; stuffed, stuffed it down good. And before he could begin to spit it out, she tied the blue/teal tie around his head. She then slapped him two more times, really hard, just because it felt so good to do so. * * * * * Tia straddled the Gene's hips; her knees sank into the mattress along side his thighs. She was breathing hard through her mouth; a light bead of sweat ran down the valley between her breasts. She could smell tang of his cologne. He put cologne on to go to bed? Wow! She had dreamed of grabbing her boss Gene, as he walked by her desk, ignoring her yet again, like so many, many times. She had fantasized about reaching out and rubbing her hand up and down his ass, over his ass cheeks, into the crack of his ass through the thin layer of his pants. She had imagined tweaking his nipples, twisting till he yipped before she let go. OH SURE, she had imagined tying him to the bedposts so she could have her way with him. But she never, in her wildest dreams, thought she would SUCCEED! Gene's bedroom was semi-dark, shadowy from the only light provided by the light left on in the closet, across the room. Gene bucked wildly, trying to buck her off his hips like a bronco trying to throw his rider. But the cuffs were tight and holding. The nylon cords, at the headboard and the footboards were pulled taunt through the pulleys underneath the bed. He might knock Tia off, but Gene wasn't going anywhere. Tia waited for what seemed like her 8-seconds, then punched the air with her fists a few times. She bounced up and down on Gene's stomach a few times, just to knock some air out of his lungs. When he quieted, attempting to suck some air back into his lungs, Tia bent low over him. "You are not going anywhere, my good man," she whispered in her new, gravelly voice provided by the throat strap. She hardly recognized her own voice; surely Gene would have no clue. This was real important since she planned to return work in a few days with him, with him none the wiser. God, wasn't it the most exquisite thought imaginable? Don't you wish you could get away with your fantasy, especially with a boss who deserved it so much? Tia stared intently into Gene's eyes, as he stared at her. It was dark and shadowy. She was bundled up under the bright blue full-face ski mask. She had disguised her body as well, wearing six bulky sweaters on her upper body, he was never going to see her height or realize that what he could see was disguised. She had to do something about that right away, because she wanted the lights on so she could see all of Gene! She reached beside her for the next two props. With her left hand she clicked the yellow button twice, then pulled it up and shined the bright flashlight in Gene's face. He couldn't see her but she could be him clearly…the beads of sweat running down the sides of his face and a bit of fear in his eyes but mostly anger surging throughout his body. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. In front of the light she raised her right hand, holding longest, nastiest hunting knife she had been able to find. The kind no real hunter ever needed. Purely for macho-dickhead weekend hunters who bought them to empress their friends and scare the girls they hoped to entice into their beds. This knife was 10 inches long, with serrated blade and double pronged tip. Much scarier in a darkened bedroom, at 2am, eighteen inches from one's face then any man wished to experience first hand. But Gene was luckier than most men. She whispered to Gene then, "I have you, and I am going to keep you for a full 24-hrs. All of you, all to myself. You. Can't. Do. A. Thing. About. It." Tia felt the shiver in him, particularly as she punctuated each word by touching a different part of his body with the tip of that long knife. "You" lips. "Can't" chin. "Do" neck. "A" along his shoulders. "Thing" chest. "About" across his nipple. "It" gently downs the center of his body to the navel. Gene sucked in a breath and held it. Tia laid the flashlight down a moment, and leaned over to whisper in her boss's ear. I told want you to yell scream or say a single word, or the first thing I will have to do will be to draw blood. After that..Slices of…well, we'll just have to see won't we."? Gene shivered all the way down to his thighs. It was so delicious. Tia, of course, abhorred blood, yuck, yuck, that was what the sleeping gas was really for, if Gene got too noisy. But Tia really wanted the gag off. She wanted to hear the sounds of his pain and most of all, his arousal. Tia sat up and yanked off the ties from Gene's head and mouth. "Not a single word," she threatened. So saying Tia reached into her back pocket and shoved a black leather sleeping mask over Gene's eyes. She was fast, but also Gene had clearly not expected her to be so prepared, the mask was already on before he began to struggle. Tia hopped off the bed in one bound, and flipped on the bedside lamps. Yeah, now she really would get to see everything. Tia laid down the flashlight; she wouldn't need it for a while and picked up that long bladed knife in her right hand. She flung all the bed linens off the bed, comforter, blankets and sheets, they would only be in the way, and Tia was bundled up so she was warn enough. She took the hem of Gene's PJ bottoms and holding them taunt, sliced through the material all the way to his groin in one motion. That knife sliced like it was going through butter! WOW! Gene hissed through his teeth. "Not a word," she whispered, moving to the other side of the bed, where she duplicated the same action. Yanking up the elastic waistline as high as she could, giving Gene a momentary wedgie, Tia sliced though the last bit that would have still qualified the cloth as PJ bottoms. No tidy whities, as Tia knew from his trip to pee earlier. Tia took a moment to admire his masculine beauty. God, he was such a hunk! Feet well formed, muscular calves, hairy but lightly so, knobby knees (oh, well…) and solid, magnificent thighs. She did not bother with going higher, for now. He was athletic and still played ball even as an adult and it showed. Tia could not wait another minute; she hopped on the bed between his legs. Gene, of course, tried to close his legs, tried to bring his knees up to protect…well… everything, but of course that was impossible. Tia started by placing both hands on his knee and slowly running them up his thigh till she hit the top of his leg, them came back down, just as slowly. Gene had his heels dug into the mattress so his thighs were locked tight, Tia could not have wished for more. Yum! He was warm and furry and felt so good. She ran her hands slowly up and down the other leg, but she did not stop at the top this time. She skimmed her fingers lightly over the hairless, smooth skin at the juncture of his thigh and torso, the smooth skin around the bush protecting his penis and scotum. Goosebumps rose on the smooth skin, and the penis inflated slowly (like a balloon filling), Gene finally spoke, cursing at her effrontery: she was arousing him and he was mad as hell about it. "Get the fuck away from me," he ordered. "No," she replied. "I don't have to listen to you and I'm not going to." "I told you to shut up!" and Tia followed up that warning by laying the point of the knife along Gene's lip, mid reply he stilled. The knife was so incredibly sharp a tiny nip occurred, Gene felt the prick of the tip, wanted to check it, but waited frozen for Tia to move the blade away. When she did a moment later, he snaked his tongue out and tasted a small bead of blood. She was more careful this time, but brought the blade down to his groin. Using the pronged tip like fingers she raked through his public hair, a few strands of curly hair snipped off and lay there on the curly nest. She touched, merely touched the cool flat of the blade on the underside of Gene's half aroused penis. Gene's whole body froze; he clearly felt just what she was doing. His penis deflated and went limp. Tia immediately reached for his organ, she could not slide the knife out of there without the risking slicing something… um. Important. She gently reached her fist around the base of his cock and moved the blade an arm's reach away. "Please don't," Gene whispered, remaining still, his breath shallow. Tia dropped the knife toward the edge of the bed and reached that hand, too, back to his flaccid organ. Even just slightly aroused it was thick and knobby. Um, she took a whiff, he smelled tangy. She lowered her head more and opened her mouth. Should she? Why would she do something he might like so much? Guys had told her she gave lousy head so he probably would not enjoy it anyway. This night was for Tia. Tia would do what Tia wanted. She opened her mouth more and sucked in the whole head of his penis into her mouth. It did taste tangy, musky, but clean tasting. The head expanded nearly double as she ran her tongue around the head and the shaft. Tia couldn't help it, she gave a good long suck on the head in her mouth, moaning deep in her throat as the shaft thickened and expanded even more. She sucked more gently, because she wanted to, and he couldn't stop her from doing so, and because it tasted soooooooo damned good. There is more to come, because frankly neither Tia nor Gene have cum… after all, Gene's not in charge here. Is he?? Capturing The Boss Ch. 3 Previously: Gene’s whole body froze; he clearly felt just what she was doing. She opened her mouth more and sucked in the whole head of his penis into her mouth. It did taste tangy, musky, but clean tasting. The head expanded nearly double as she ran her tongue around the head and the shaft. Tia couldn’t help it, she gave a good long suck on the head in her mouth, moaning deep in her throat as the shaft thickened and expanded even more. She sucked more gently, because she wanted to, and he couldn’t stop her from doing so, and because it tasted soooooooo damned good. * * * Gene pulled the restraints again, twisting his face up as he endured the sharp pain of the cuffs digging into his wrists. He dug his heals into the bed, and heard a minor creak from the oak in his headboard. But he couldn’t throw her off. All he really accomplished, for all his pain was to jam his cock deeper into his captor’s mouth. She mouthed her own moan at that. But he knew her moan was pure pleasure. His heart and will power weren’t really in the decision his head was making; he wanted her exactly right where she was. “Lick”, he instructed quietly, “lick the slit”. “Maybe”, she replied as moved her mouth off his large penis head, a deep red color, slick and shiny. She whispered, “maybe if I want to. Do you want to cum?” God, he was sooooo pissed at himself, he felt his nipples tighten and his cock harden even more! He was pissed. He was used to being the one in charge. He should be flaccid and uncooperative. He should be cursing to bring the house down, but he had tried that and only got a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth for his efforts. The urge to yell stopped dead in the water when he wondered where that big mother of a blade was. He knew it was only a reach away, since he had not heard it hit the floor. “Yes”, he whimpered. “Yeah, I wanna cum. Do me now.” But it was already too late; Tia was easing off his penis. She wanted to get more from him before he got to cum and, of course, she would have to cum first. That was a given. Tia began to explore his body, as she had always wanted to. She had dreamed of his long legs and athletic thighs when he walked through the office wearing his leather motorcycle pants. He usually went to the men’s room and changed into slacks more appropriate to the business atmosphere. Tia often imagined hiding in one of the stalls to watch that skintight leather being rolled over his round ass. Yum, she would loved to feast her eyes at that sight, just once or twice. She planned to make up for lost opportunities tonight. Tia ran both hands up and down his thighs, again real slowly, as she had done before. Skimming them past the lightly curly hair at the top of his legs, how smooth the skin was there. The second time she skimmed over that flesh, Gene grew goose bumps on his smooth skin. Oh yeah, she knew he was still with her. Her fingers returned to his penis, smaller, less red than before, but firm and aroused. She inhaled, smelling the shaft and the base of his shaft. He had a clean, mellow scent and the scent of his cologne, as well. He must have held himself after he splashed cologne. Wow! His size and smell made her head spin. She reached below and fingered his scrotum, separated the two orbs therein gently, as she often wished she could. Gene sucked in a breath between his teeth; her fingers both aroused him and scared him. Gene was most venerable right here, so he held his breath, silence being his only protection just now. Tia rubbed the balls together, then separated the spheres again and rubbed the skin of his sacks, then stretching them very gently downward toward his thighs. They really hung down when she’d watched him walk into the bedroom naked, after his shower, when she lain under his bed. Stretching the sacks made her wonder how far they would hang down. But as that thought took hold in her mind, Gene’s whole body shivered as he hissed at her, “Enough!” Enough for now, Tia thought, and she began rubbing two fingers, slowly but rather roughly on the perineum right beneath the scrotum. It was a harder piece of flesh running from the scrotum right to his anus. To some men this flesh was a deadened zone and not particularly sensitive, but Gene was not one of these guys. No, Gene was definitely affected by direct stimulation on this bit of his flesh. Tia licked her fingers real good, then stoked him there, a little harder, and watched as his cock hardened as before, the head a dark pink color. His breathing deepened and his chest expanded as he sucked deep breathes to clear his head. Boy, Tia really liked that. She moved her fingers and blew a gentle breath on the moistness left there. Gene frowned fiercely under the blindfold and his cock jerked a drop of precum on to his cockhead. Geez, this was better than Tia had expected! Gene was a red-hot rocket. Tia knew she could send his up to explode, just about any time! Not yet! Tia wanted hers first! Always, in the office, he came first, what he wanted everyone kowtowed to. Not tonight, and no longer with Tia. Now, Tia was going to get hers. “Hey there, buddy. Suck my tits”, she commanded. “Come on”, she pleaded. “Right now, they are nice and hard for you”, she coaxed, and so saying she pulled one set of sweaters after another over her head, the heavy ski sweater first, then the three short sleeve autumn knits, then her favorite: the baby blue angora blend that was so soft next to her skin. Last of all, the thick, beige satin underwire 34D bra dropped on the pile by the bed. Tia had always loved the cute lace cup bras with the thin lace straps and the tiny insubstantial hook in back that were all the rage with the fashionably svelte that populated television and movies. They were not to be part of Tia’s wardrobe. Tia had a bigger bust at twelve years old than most current movie heroines, and she had rounder hips and a plumper butt than any runway model. Not fat, just a whole lot more Jayne Mansfield than Jennifer Aniston, Tia had a figure that had graced many a magazine cover, but not since the 1950’s. Guys liked her so she never lacked for dates. However, Tia never saw her shorter, rounder figure represented in any store mannequins. Not one of these mannequins modeled T-shirts for d-cup women. Gene had once told Tia that if she just lost ten or fifteen pounds and exercised a bit she would get rid of her round butt. Fucking Hell. Tia didn’t weight enough to donate blood, it was hell that he didn’t think she was perfect just as she was. Surgery? Not an option. Tia was very proud of the fact she had no stitches anywhere on her body, her skin smooth and unmarred. Tia sat on her heels, between Gene’s outstretched, bound legs, naked to the waist. Great, heavy breasts jutting from her dewy chest, dark areole and thick, very aroused nipples were so ready to be suckled. And suckled right now! Tia could not count the number of times they had talked at the office that his eyes never raised above her breastbone. Tia had wondered the time Gene made his comment about her ass that he even knew she had an ass. Now was the moment his dream would come true and Tia was ready to be satisfied. “Suck my nipples,” she reiterated, “Do it now”, she told him, then she crawled over his thighs, rubbed her pussy over his groin, which elicited a hiss from his lips. Even though his cock was hard, his lips were pressed together so tight they almost disappeared into a thin line. He was aroused but very angry. “If you stick anything in my mouth, I’ll bite it right off, no matter how hard you hit me”, Gene’s evil sneer stared at her though his blindfold. He had reached his limit and he wasn’t going to take any more shit! He was a man and could not be forced to participate in his own debasement. “Get the fuck off me right now or I will hunt you down, Bitch”. Tia froze in the act of leaning over him. Was he crazy? She was about to give him exactly what he had coveted for over a year! But she was going to do it on her terms, not his! She was the one in charge, she was going to do it her way and he would cooperate and he would love it. Tia would make sure of it! Tia growls at Gene, then he hears a swish and slice as that big ass knife was embedded in the mattress an inch from his ear. God, he knew he’d forgotten something real important. His mind raced. He handled million dollar budgets and a staff of thirty (mostly females) so he should be able to handle one insignificant female bitch. But every idea that surfaced on his mind was rejected as being too volatile to his current predicament. Every tactic that worked in the office was proving useless in this situation. It had finally occurred to Gene that his captor was not impressed with him, not looking to curry his favor and was not going to obey him. He simply froze, his mind in turmoil, waiting for some familiar point of reference before another word passed his lips. Tia hopped off the bed, reached over to pinch his left nipple, and except for wincing, Gene said not a word. Tia walked into the bathroom. Gene could hear her feet slap against the tiles, slam his cabinet doors, and then return immediately to the bedroom. Gene heard her rummaging around on the floor at this left side. She threw ‘things’ onto the bed, things that bounced off the left side of his body, sending a shiver of apprehension throughout his nervous system. Moments later Tia bounced back on the bed, and again straddled his waist. Gene felt another shock! Her bare thighs straddled his body; he felt the damp hair of her crotch resting on his belly! God, Gene’s head was spinning. She was naked on his body! He felt the hairlessness of her legs, smooth and silky next to skin of his ribs. The warmth of her body resting on his, the obvious wet arousal clinging to her pubic hair and now rubbing and mixing with the hairs on his belly. He inhaled sharply, trying to get control of his nerves, and instead gathered a great whiff of her aroused scent. The sweet, musky scent of her female arousal hit him firmly at his point of least resistance. As Gene began to process one discovery, then another, Tia leaned across his chest, resting her great boobs on his chest. He held his breath as he felt her bounty caress him, her pointy-pebbled tits rasping lightly across his naked skin. She was silky and firm and much more than his mouth or a single hand could contain. He wanted her in his hands and his mouth, and that moment of insanity he reached for her with both hands. To be jerked back to reality by plastic ties retraining both wrists. He frowned a moment as reality and anger returned to his mind, but his cock was much slower to establish the reality of his predicament. While his mind seethed and his mouth snarled quietly, his cock was hard as a rock and ready for absolutely any adventure these beautiful, naked women wanted. His cock did not care about restrained hands or blindfolds; his cock was just where it most wanted to be. Well, almost exactly where it wanted to be. Maybe if Gene’s brain would quit interfering with logic and reason, maybe cock would get just what it really wanted! To this end, his cock began to assert it’s own preferences in this situation. Gene’s head thought this was rape and torture, Gene’s other ‘head’ knew this was an exquisite seduction. So while Gene tried to think of passive resistance and possible escape, another part of Gene strained with all it’s height and might to reach toward the sweet paradise of her body, hoping to touch her ass or (please, God) the wet moisture seeping between her legs. The bulbous head of his penis wanted to be in there very badly. Distracted by the urges of his other ‘brain’ Gene was slow to figure out what this naked woman was up to. He felt tugging at his beard and heard snipping near his ear. Still, the data would not seem to add up to any coherent visual picture in Gene’s foggy brain. Snip, snip, and feathery wisps of hair tickled at his ear lobe. Snip, snip, and he felt hair tickle his neck. Still his brain was a bit confused, snip, snip, snip-snip. Tia removed whole swatches of his dark beard and began trimming what she could of his mustache, Gene remained as still as a statue, except occasionally when his Adam’s apple bobbed. When Tia had snipped all the long hairs she could get to, she dropped the scissors on the mattress, and picked up the shaving cream and razor. She had never touched a man like this. Shaving his face was more personally intimate than taking his big dick into her mouth. Tia felt goose bumps prickle across her chest; she was so turned on by sitting naked on a man while shaving his face clean and smooth. She shaved around his mouth and upper lip slowly; he twisted his lips this way then that way, to aid the razor’s path. Tia didn’t know if he was cooperating, or his facial muscles were acting out of habit, or he might actually be enjoying the shave as much as she was. Tia had no idea how profound shaving a man could be. Tia had known Gene over a year and had never seen his face! He claimed that no one had seen it stripped since he’d been divorced years before. Tia had been dying to see his face, it was as if he had a secret and wouldn’t share! Tia wanted him at the office on Monday, hairless and naked. She looked forward to enjoying HER SECRET, that she was responsible for his altered state. She also wanted tangible proof of their ‘affair’. Tia’s diabolical mind was churning again. His arms were stretched out above his head, an open invitation to her present state of mind! She used the scissors and snipped the excess hair from his armpits, then used the shave cream & blade on this virgin skin under his thick arms. Using a hand towel from his own bathroom, she wiped the cream and hair shavings from his pits, discovering that he was ticklish under his arms. It was so totally devilish, Tia giggled to herself. “You’re one sick puppy”, he muttered more to himself than to Tia. She had never imagined how much fun this would be. Talk about turning lemons into lemonade, or in this case: his rejection into revenge. She had been very careful not to nick him in any way. He was now as smooth and silky as she was, on the same spots on her body. Tia had inflicted no pain, was even careful of razor stubble. Tia knew the real revenge would begin when that hair began to grow back in and an incredible itching would overtake his body in these intimate places. Tia would be watching him carefully for the subtle signs of squirming. Would Gene be thinking about her then? Would his dick get as hard as it was now, poking at her ass? Oh, yeah, Tia knew he would be thinking of her and he would be getting aroused. It was so delicious. Tia wasn’t finished yet. She slowly slid down his body, letting her wet pussy gently brush his belly, over his erect and straining cock. Gene released a soft sigh as she rocked her clit on his hard ridge. He was trying, but he just could not pull off any semblance of resistance. Gene was just too aroused. He grimaced as she slid down his thighs, coming to rest between his legs. Tia contemplated his vulnerability before her eyes. A thick, aroused cock and two plumb sacks nearly hidden by the dark curly hair of his groin. The cock and balls were cute, but what was it with all that hair? What had God been thinking? “Lie still”, Tia ordered him. She reached for the coochy cream and a new razor, he would not suffer from razor burn on this sensitive and previously unshaved skin. Tia bent close and began the delicate process of removing all the hair from his crotch. His penis responded by not longer standing at attention. Tia was careful, though. And very thorough. Finally, Gene broke his silence, asked, “Please stop?” Tia continued to concentrate, but she responded in confusion, “Why? ” “Why?” he asked, actually lifted his head off the pillow and looked at her through his blindfold. “Yeah, why should I stop? I am enjoying this.” “Why stop? Because I don’t want you to continue”. “Oh”, Tia contemplated his request a moment, “Nay, I am not satisfied yet.” Tia finished the last of his pubic hair, lifting his penis from side to side as she cleared the base on his penis of a few stray hairs. She had shaved the hair from his balls very carefully and the small patch of his ass that she could reach without turning him over. Tia used the soft cosmetic cloths she’d brought with her, wiped away the last of the coochy cream, and sat up straight, stretching the kinks out of her back. “I don’t know, he whispered,” but this has got to stop! You need to quit! Pack up your toys and go home. You’ve made your point. You win! I can’t find you and I won’t try to pursue you.” “I just want you to let me go.” “I know you won’t tell the cops, Gene,” it was the first time she had called him by name, you would have to let them take pictures of your really naked crotch…for evidence”. Tia giggled at this, her sense of humor began to assert itself and she guffawed. “I guess I really look ridiculous, huh?” Tia stopped laughing with hiccup or two, and really looked at Gene’s body. His face bare, his armpits clean, and his incredibly prominent cock, dormant now but still thick and very attractive and stripped bare naked. God, he was gorgeous. “No, Tia told him with great sincerity,” No, you just look a whole lot better”. Tia hopped off the bed and headed into the kitchen. Tia paced a bit in front of the sink, regained her bearings, and regained her composure. She was getting too emotionally involved with her captive. Gene and she would have to return to a semblance of their former master/servant relationship, well… boss/staff…master/servant…prince/peon. Tia was slowly getting her groove back. Yeah, she just needed to have Gene back in her total power. She had shaved him and was real pleased with the results. She would get to see his naked cheeks and Tia would dream of his naked penis and his hairless balls. Oh God, Tia was going to be so aroused every time she saw him walking the floor. The next couple of weeks were going to be so cool. Tia’s brain was going double time. A horrible, slightly vicious smile lit her mouth and rose up to her eyes. Tia reached into Gene’s refrigerator, pulled out a cranberry juice for herself and two beers for Gene. She considered, with a little grin, yeah…two beers on an empty stomach would be about right. Tia didn’t want him completely drunk and puking all over the place. Tia walked slowly back down the hallway, the two bottles grasped by their long necks in her left hand. She passed a montage on the wall, of a young boy who was very obviously in Gene’s image. This was the son he mentioned so often. Tia had heard lots about this young man. But the boy would not figure in their playtime. The boy was part of real life, not this fantasy magic. Tia stood in the bedroom doorway, watching Gene silently. He struggled and yanked on the foot restraints, his calves and thighs taunt, his face drawn in his concentration to escape. Why was he struggling? Tia had already told him she would let him go sometime tomorrow. Why didn’t he trust her? It was the same in their relationship on the job. She had ever, from Day 1, been truthful and honest with him, about her education, about her professional experience, about her abilities, and about her astute, dead on assessments of financial and personnel issues. He just blew her off as if she were beneath his notice. Tia just didn’t get it? Tia watched Gene a moment longer, and then clinking the beer bottles together to get his attention; she sauntered over to the bed. “Hey, Gene”, she addressed him with insolence, “thirsty?” Gene turned his head toward her voice, his suspicions instantly alerted. Tia could see the wheels turning in his head. He was thirsty, but what was she up to? He wondered what she would be offering him to drink. Acid, bleach, soap, piss? Gene never realized how active his imagination could be as he tried to make sense of his world turned upside down, and blindfolded to boot! Capturing The Boss Ch. 3 Tia approached him silently, put one bottle on the nightstand, and then gently rubbed the other ice cold, dewy bottle against his newly bare facial cheeks. A shiver ran down the length of Gene’s body, the muscles on his chest and his legs twitched. The next thing he knew, the ice-cold bottle glided gently over his right shoulder, and back along the underside of his arm to his naked armpit. This caused another shiver and a hiss from his lips. And Tia noticed Gene’s erection shriveled as well. Oh dear, not at all what she wanted. Tia caressed the bottom of the bottle right across Gene’s tight nipple. It tightened even more. He sighed. Tia knew how to arouse him again, and she intended to, but he needed to drink before anything else. Tia pointed the long necked spout at his lips and poured a good mouthful into his open mouth. Gene swallowed a bit, and then spit the rest out, spewing a stream of the brewski across his shoulder, chest, and the bed. And, of course, on Tia who was standing there. God, she was going to smell like a brewery when she left Gene’s house. Yuk. “Drink it down”, she ordered, or I will pinch your nose until you choke to death!” “I’ll do it”, she informed him, lifting the mouth of the bottle to his lips, so he could feel what she was doing. He took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the neck, tilted his head to over balance the bottle and gulped heartily. Tia held it as he chugged most of it down. He eased off and she knew he might be about out of air. Gene’s chest heaved as he filled his lungs with air. Tia held the bottle up to the light, less than an ounce remained in the bottom. She swirled the contents and inspected the whirlpool of liquid at the bottom...a few grains spun and the bubbles dissipated. Tia put the bottle up to his lips. Gene groaned and tilted his head, but Tia tipped the bottle up and held his head in place as he swallowed the last of the brew. “Water, please,” Gene, begged, but Tia tipped the second bottle up to his lips. It was less important that he finish this bottle, so she poured the beer slower and allowed him to breathe in between sips and gulps. Finally, he shook his head, no longer caring if the brew splattered. “Enough”. Tia crawls up onto the bed, between Gene’s outstretched legs. Running her hands up and down his lightly hairy legs. He has the knobbiest knees she has ever seen and Tia giggles out loud at the image. She totally loves his legs. “Do you think I should shave them? “ she asks, with a smirk, “would you like your legs shaved, Gene? It feels so exquisite when the skin is bare? You’ve felt bare leg, Gene, don’t just love the way it feels?” “Please don’t, he pleads, sniffling a bit, he isn’t about to cry, but he is sure on the edge. He requests, “no more shaving”. “O.K.”, she says, rubbing her hands over his nude cock and balls. She is rough, but arousing and not painful. She licks the expanding shaft. Licks with her whole tongue on the head, lapping it like a dog would, then blowing gently on it with her warm breath. She inhales deeply. He smells wonderful, a mixture of the yeasty beer, musky precum, and an intimate scent that Tia knows is just Gene. She will remember his smell most of all. She will be looking for whiffs of it every time she is next to him from now on. Because that is the most wonderful and exquisitely devastating thing of all, Tia would be seeing Gene every single workday! Tia crawled over his thighs, cradling his thickening erection with the heat and wetness of her pussy, straddling the ridge and jamming her clit down on his hard cock. He was hot and hard and so yummy. Tia wanted more, and she was going to get it tonight even if it took the threat of blood. She wanted to get everything from him. She eased off his firm cock and shimmed up his stomach and up his chest, trailing her wetness, till her knees were wedged under his upper arms and her dripping wetness was resting between his nipples. But Tia was not done yet. “I want you to eat me now. I want to spread my pussy lips and I want you to lick and suck and play your tongue on my clit till I cum all over your mouth. “Are you gonna bite me?” “No”, he whispers, he had been aroused for hours, her smell and her voice a constant enticement, his newly aroused penis erect just to the point of pain and with no direct stimulation anywhere near the cockhead. He had to do something and he wouldn’t fight her again. “Crawl you cunt up here, he told her. He wrapped his fingers around the ties attached to his handcuffs and held on tight. He inhaled deeply of her scent and totally surrendered to her arousal. He would hate himself later, right now he wanted the taste of her in his mouth and he was prepared to swallow every drop of nectar that she would let him have. She moved clumsily and planted her wet crotch on his mouth. He sucked in a breath full of her essence. His arousal escalated, his nipples tightened, and his mouth opened and latched onto the sweetest part of a woman ever created. Gene licked and suckled vigorously, slurped nosily at the walls of her labia that he could reach with his lips, she held them almost out of his reach (but not quite). His mouth worked enthusiastically for what seemed hours, though Tia knew it must be the best twenty-five minutes of her life. God, he was so good! Tia knew he was as turned on as she was; he wanted her to cum as much as she wanted to cum. Finally, she implored him, “suck on it”, and he knew just what she wanted. He had licked and tongued her clit, but now he sucked that swollen appendage into his mouth. He sucked and raked his teeth gently over the sensitive tissue! She leaked copious amounts of her sweet juice onto his tongue. She had the best flavor he had ever tasted. As he sucked her harder he felt the change in her flesh, a hot, wet furnace stocked up. Tia began to moan loudly, and thrash her hips about. Gene could barely stay with her since he didn’t have use of his hands to anchor her hips down on his face. So he did all that he could do, he opened his mouth as wide as he could get it and sucked on her clit with as much strength as he could! Tia’s body froze stiff as she let out a screech torn from the deepest part of her belly. As Gene continued to suck and swallow the cum into his mouth and down his throat, Tia continued her orgasm, enjoying the last ripples that rolled through her body. He was as great as she imaging that he would be. Tia’s body slumped over, her head resting on the headboard as she fought to gain her sanity. Sweat beaded on her skin. Still she was aroused! It was incredible. Gene licked his lips and blew a gentle breath on her hot flesh. “Hey,” he called to her,”hey, you’ve had your fuck, now ride me.” Tia was still recovering and her cunt was tender and she didn’t know if she could move a muscle to mount him. “Come on, now!” he insisted, “ride me. I am so hard and I want to cum inside you. Come on, Babe. You know this is the time.” “Ride me,” he shouted. Tia knew their time was running out. She had never planned to let him inside her body, but she had taken his cock inside her mouth. So? What the hell! Tia roused herself, and swung her stiff legs over his and turned herself around to view him. God, he was enormous! His erection must be killing him! He was thick and the tip of his cock nearly touched his navel, it was long and slightly bowed, and really well veined, the head like a huge plum-a deep purple color. Tia knew he wouldn’t last long but she wanted that thing inside her. She swung her leg over his body and eased her vagina right onto that big cock of his. She was sopping wet and tender, but he was hot and slick, and he hissed out a groan of pure pleasure as her pussy hairs melded with the slick, naked skin of his scrotum. He seemed to swell inside her, sweat broke out on his on his chest and belly. He bucked his hips, no doubt to nudge her into a rhythm he desperately needed right now. Tia lifted and eased back down, and eased a little deeper and harder. Gene’s expression was bliss, but still he urged her on, “faster, babe, faster…ugh, yeah.. More..ugh..yeah, Babe…oh yeah”, Gene grimaced and strained, his taunt thighs as the leverage he used to piston into Tia. He looked to be in more pain than at any time since his capture, but Gene continued to ask for “more” and “harder, Babe, oh that is so… so… yeah, Babe”. Until his whole body stiffened and froze for a moment, except the hardest part of his body, which erupted inside her with hot semen, while Gene yelled his head off. Tia never even gave the neighbors a thought since she was having another orgasm of her own. She collapsed her damp and fluid upon his chest like a deflated balloon. She could not even open her eyes. She was absolutely boneless. Gene’s chest heaved as he gave into the sensory explosion that just taken his body. Tia waited a bit as she recovered, and lifted her head as she felt Gene’s body relax completely, and after a few moments she felt the gentle snores of slumber overwhelm him. She felt his body shiver and knew he would chill soon if she didn’t cover him. She gabbed the coverlet and pulled it up from the foot of the bed and over the sleeping man. She hopped off the bed. Tia glances at Gene. He is covered up and warm, his face bare and somewhere under those covers his crotch naked a well. His slumber a deep and drug assisted sleep guaranteed to aid her escape. Tia gathers up all her supplies and toys. Into her satchel she threw the soda and beer bottles, razors and shave cream, every single thing she had touched in his house. She tossed in the voice box, and the ultra thin surgical gloves she had worn every single moment she been there. She dropped under the bed and unhooked the pulley and cords that she had installed herself. She cut off the restraints on Gene’s wrists and ankles, throwing even the littlest pieces of plastic into her satchel. She glances at Gene. He is covered up and warm, his face bare and some where under those covers his crotch was naked as well. Everything went into the satchel, including the disguise she worn into Gene’s house, but out came the disguise she planned to wear home. Tia dressed quickly, though she still smelled like beer, she planned to shower at home. Tia gathers her into bag, and leaves a post-it note she had previously prepared for him on his home computer monitor. Tia heads for the hallway. One last look behind, like Heathcliff taking a last fond look at Weathering Heights. She would never return again, but did have memories like no other woman before. Experiences she knew she could never duplicate. But she did also have his email. THE END or is it? Gene and Tia will return to work together on Monday. Will she may be able to resist the temptation that he posses or will he have some innate intuition that he knows this gal from somewhere? * * * Hope you really love this story and decide give it a great vote…but also let me hear from you.. I am always interested in reactions Literotica readers.