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

triumphant as he held the lip of the bottle to her mouth and tipped it. She drank greedily until he pulled the bottle away, causing it to splash between her breasts. “That’s enough for now. I want to show you the present I got for you.” He nodded toward the large cardboard box he’d heaved down the stairs.
    “Eric, please, I have to pee really bad. When are you going to let me go?” She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself enough to continue. “Look, I get it—we had a fight. Things went too far. I promise I won’t go to the police, if that’s what you’re thinking. Things just got out of hand. Please let me go. I just want to go home and take a shower.”
    As if he hadn't heard her, Eric got to his feet and moved toward the box. Taking a razor knife from his jeans pocket, he cut the box open and pulled out what looked like prefab sections of steel bars, as well as a long rectangular padded table top.
    He began to assemble the pieces, talking as he did so. “This cost a fortune, but I decided it’s worth it, since you’ll be spending a lot of time in here. It’ll make a perfect addition to the dungeon.”
    She watched in silent horror as she realized what it was he was putting together. It was a sleep cage, about seven feet long, three feet wide and maybe thirty inches tall, The black padded table that fit on top of the cage was embedded with O-rings along its edges, no doubt for bondage play.
    “Pretty cool, huh?” Eric said, glancing back at her as he worked. “You can get in and out through this panel, see?” He swung it upward. “When I allow it, that is. The dude at the BDSM shop said it’s the best model they carry.” He hefted a thin white mattress from the box and placed it inside the cage. “I even got you the padded mattress with a fitted sheet and a top sheet. Those came extra.”
    This couldn’t be happening. Eric was totally freaking her out now. She’d hated, but understood, the cold, calculating bastard who’d tried to horn in on her business. She’d never dreamed he’d go ape-shit on her like this. Somehow she had to convince him she wasn’t a threat.
    “Look, Eric. Uh, sir. This has gone far enough. Untie me and I’ll go. You can have all my gear, everything I own. You can even have my website. I’ll leave Houston. I’ll leave the state. I swear to you, you’ll never see Jessie Ramos again. It’ll be like I never existed.”
    He turned slowly toward her, his eyes glittering in a way that truly frightened her. As she felt the puddle pooling beneath her, Jessie realized to her shocked dismay that she’d peed on herself in her fear.
    “That’s right,” he said, staring down at her. “That’s just exactly what it will be like. As of this moment, Jessie Ramos has ceased to exist.”

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Eric saw the dark stain spreading beneath Jessie’s thighs. He frowned, but then brightened as an idea entered his head, drawn from the video of slave Julia scrubbing the floor at his favorite website.
    “Did that scare the piss out of you, Jess? No wait, you can’t be Jessie anymore. From now on you’re J. Just J. Or slave . I like that too. I’ve always wanted my own personal slave.” He watched her taking this in. “You soiled my nice carpet. That’s disgusting, J. I’m going to get you a bucket and a sponge, and you’re going to clean that up, understand? Then you’ll be punished. I haven’t decided how yet.”
    Jessie, no, J., began to cry. Eric felt almost sorry for her. He touched the scratches on his face and as his fingers trailed down to the welt, fading but still visible, on his neck, he hardened his heart. Leaning over her, he lifted her from the wet spot and set her down again beside it. “Don’t move, you hear me? You do and I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.” He glowered at her to make sure she knew he meant business.
    Satisfied his threat would keep her in place, he took the stairs two at a time and returned in short order with a