Disciplined By My Husband's Boss (cuckold erotica)
Gabby's affair with her husband's boss, Jake, has to stop. She tries to tell him, but Jake's allure is too strong and she finds herself back at the offices, tied to a chair. Jake calls her husband in to watch… This is an adults-only short story of 6,800 words containing graphic scenes of cuckolding, light whipping, sex toys, bondage and humiliation. More
Gabby's affair with her husband's boss, Jake, has to stop. She tries to tell him, but Jake's allure is too strong and she finds herself back at the offices, tied to a chair. Jake calls her husband in to watch… This is an adults-only short story of 6,800 words containing graphic scenes of cuckolding, light whipping, sex toys, bondage and humiliation.
The phone buzzed, clattering on the table, and I felt a hot sweat engulf me as I saw the display telling me it was Jake.
I snatched it up and answered it before I could even rationalise what I was doing. My voice was croaky. "Hello…"
"Gabby. I missed you. Was there some problem?"
"No… sorry, Jake. I just…"
"You're all right?"
"Yeah, I'm all right."
"No accident? No sudden crisis?" His voice was deceptively light and concerned.
"No, no accident. I just thought… I couldn't… Darren read the letter and…"
"Darren. So? You just didn't turn up. I sat there waiting for you, Gabby. You didn't even let me know. I am upset."
He didn't sound upset. In fact, under the light tone, I could feel an air of threat. "I'm sorry," I blurted. "Are you still there?"
"No. Should I be? Are you worth waiting over an hour for, Gabby?"
Christ. I didn't know what to say. The man made me so flustered. "No, of course not. I really am sorry… I should have called."
"Yes, you should have. I want you to meet me. There, now."
"I can't. And you said you weren't there."
"I'm not. But I'm about to go back and when I get there, you'll be there, exactly as I told you in the letter. You're not going to let me down again, Gabby."
My head was whirling. I couldn't. I shouldn't. Yet the way he gave me orders was intoxicating. I wanted to obey him.
Perhaps I ought to go – out of politeness.
Yes, yes that was it. I'd go and end all this.
I was lying to myself, and I knew it.
"Okay Jake. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Good." The call ended abruptly. I dashed upstairs, almost on autopilot, to change into a short skirt. But no underwear? I stared at the drawer of lacy articles.
If I was only going out of politeness… why was I now walking back down the stairs, dressed in a sexy short skirt and high heels, feeling the cool air kiss my nakedness below?
He had me dancing to his tune, and I couldn't get away.