Caught: Punished by Her Boss by Claire Thompson Read Free Book Online Page A

had caught him dead in the face, instead of just grazing his neck when he’d surprised her. She wished she could have gouged out his eyes with her fingernails instead of just scratching his face. She wished she could have cut off his cock and shoved it into his mouth.
    She tugged against the leather cuffs, trying to get purchase on the clips just out of reach, but it was no use. She was exhausted and stunned. Though she’d reassessed Eric as a bully and a blackmailer, she never dreamed he’d go this far.
    What would happen to her now?
    He’d been gone for over an hour, at least it seemed like it—she wasn’t sure. She could hear the sound of the leaking tap in the small bathroom, dripping in a steady tattoo, reminding her again of how thirsty she was. Was he just going to leave her down here to die? She began to cry, panicked at the thought.
    Just then, the sound of the bolt turning in the door at the top of the stairs made her startle and catch her breath. She gulped, her heart lurching as she listened for his footsteps.
    “Hello? Eric?” she called, her voice a rasp in her throat. Somehow she had to make him untie her. She had to convince him to let her go. But how?
    He didn’t answer, but she could hear him thumping down the stairs. It sounded like he was carrying something big that he kept hitting against the walls of the stairwell as he descended.
    He came into view carrying a large oblong box, which he set down on the floor with a loud thunk. He had changed from the shorts and T-shirt he’d been wearing into jeans and a button-down shirt, making Jessie all the more aware of her own nakedness. She hunched and curled in on herself, trying to hide as much of her body as she could.
    As she watched Eric approach she tried to keep her fear in check. If he was going to kill her, wouldn’t he have done it already?
    He had a plastic shopping bag slung over his arm. He opened it, taking out a bottle of water.
    Jessie struggled to keep her features neutral, hiding her fear and rage as best as she could. “Can you untie me, please? This is dangerous, to leave someone bound for so long. My feet are numb and I’m thirsty.”
    Eric’s smile was cruel, his blue eyes hard and bright. “Not as dangerous as stringing an epileptic up in a noose and then beating the crap out of him, eh?” He approached her and knelt beside her. Instinctively she squeezed her eyes shut as he reached toward her face, afraid he was going to strike her, but he just tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
    “If I untie your feet, you better not try anything stupid, you hear me?”
    Jessie nodded. She had to play along. “I won’t.”
    She lay still as Eric undid the knots at her ankles. She wiggled her toes, wincing as her feet began to tingle painfully back to life. He lifted her to a sitting position and leaned her against the wall, her arms still cuffed behind her. His gaze moved insolently over her bare breasts and she drew her legs up, hating him. At least she was upright, though the position put more strain on her bladder.
    “You want some of this water?”
    Jessie nodded. “Yes. And I need to pee.”
    Eric raised his eyebrows, looking amused. “You have a lot of demands, little girl. Is that how a slave girl talks to her master?”
    “What the—” Jessie bit off the indignant retort that had immediately risen to her lips. Was that the game he was playing? She’d have to force herself to play along so she could somehow get the fuck out of there.
    She tried to swallow, though her tongue felt thick and swollen. “Please,” she amended. “May I please have some water and use the bathroom?”
    Eric twisted the cap on the bottle. “Better. But not good enough. May I please have some water, sir ?”
    Pinche idiota .
    Taking a breath, Jessie forced herself to parrot the words. This was about survival, not pride. Praying she could keep the scorn out of her tone, she said, “May I please have some water, sir?”
    Eric’s grin was