1. Driving Miss Jones


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    "Bastards wouldn't budge," she said, "Two point six five, they offered, against two point seven five." she said, "I couldn't do anything, I could have leaned forward or un-crossed my legs," she said crudely." "Either that or read your notes, break even was two point five." I said. "No way!" she squealed, but she scrabbled around with her laptop, "Oh fucking hell," she admitted, "Turn round," I was ahead of her, we were nearly back at the office already. She forgot to thank me, as you would expect so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her cases and waited for her to change and then returned around eleven to take her home to Northamptonshire. She was back in crack whore mode when I picked her up, and sure enough she was with little lord snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was older than me by a year or so. We dropped him at the Hall ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her home which surprised me as I expected her to spend the night with the "boy," and then I dropped the car off back at the office and walked home to start my suspension. I really got stuck in and got some work done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the lighting and collected my amps and drum kit from storage and then on Friday I took her from the office to a party and finally just before four a.m I took her home. She was wrecked, I couldn't take her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she ...
    was barely conscious, her replacement yellow dress all messed up, her shoes were on the wrong feet, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in. I took her home, but to my home to sleep it off. She only realised what was happening, as I drove into the back alley and swung into my garage, "Hey," she protested. "I can't take you home like this," I insisted, "Sleep it off ok?" She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the state of the house she started struggling, I didn't need the hassle so I put my hand over her mouth and frog-marched her inside. That's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to bite my fingers, so I adopted plan B as they say and bundled her down the steps to the cellar and slammed the door behind me. "No," she wailed as soon as I removed my hand from her mouth, "You're mad!" I hadn't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, no lock or anything, so as soon a I released her she tried to escape. "Oh no you don't," I ordered. and I grabbed her round the waist, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and cigarette smoke, but she was warm and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and. I put those thoughts firmly to the back of my mind, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the curtains and carpets for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a moment to undo the string around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the string to tie her hands behind ...
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