Urban Prey by S. J. Lewis Read Free Book Online

teats, smaller than boobs, dark- nippled with only a hint of sag beginning to show. Her skin was clear and firm all over. His own eyes and hands had told him that already.
    “I don’t know,” Ron shrugged. “I fell asleep too.”
    “Well,” Carla yawned again, “They know where I am, and I’m off the clock anyway.”
    “How do they know where you are?”
    “All those surveillance cameras,” she answered. “But I had the ones in here disabled.”
    “That was thoughtful of you.”
    She laughed. “It was for my own self-protection, I’m afraid. I’m the head proctor, after all. It wouldn’t do for my subordinates to see you using me like…the way you did.” She shivered deliciously. “Twice,” she added.
    Ron smiled faintly. “It’s been a while for me.”
    “It’s been a while for me, too,” Carla purred. “Some people would think that with the job I have I can get all the kinky sex I want any time. It’s not true, you know. As a proctor, I have to maintain some distance from the people who work for me. If I had one of the men who works here…ah, service me, it would make doing my job more difficult.”
    “I can understand that,” Ron nodded. “But we’ve been in here a while. Even if nobody could see anything, wouldn’t they talk anyway?”
    Carla straightened up into the same “position” he’d seen the women in the slave pens take. “They will,” she admitted. “But while you’re with the company, you don’t work here , and that makes things different. And, if they didn’t see anything, all they can do is speculate about what happened between us. I can deal with that.” Her expression softened. “Thank you, Mr. Smith. Thank you very much.”
    Ron smiled. “Would you like some coffee?” he asked. “Do you want me to untie you?”
    Carla shook her head. “I’m savoring this, Mr. Smith. I’d almost forgotten how intense the sex could be this way. But,” she tilted her head again. “I’m kneeling here, naked and bound. I don’t have any place special to go for a while. I’m wondering if maybe there’s something more you’d like?”
    “I think you’re telling me that this is our one and only time together like this.”
    Her smile was wistful. “Sadly, yes,” she said. “I’m sorry. It was selfish of me, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity. I read your file. I had to find out what it was like.” She shivered again. “I’m so glad I did. After this, I hope we can be friends.”
    “It’s all right,” Ron said. “I understand. I wish I’d been one of your trainers back then.”
    Carla licked her lips. “I could still use a bit more of a refresher course.”
    Ron placed the coffee cup down on the table and stood up. “School is in,” he said.
    She almost wriggled in anticipation as he came towards her. He let the robe fall open and saw her gaze go to his cock. He’d seen a lot of women do that over the years, and he could almost tell what she was thinking, what she was expecting. He could still pitch her a curve. He knelt down next to her and took the end of the rope that hung from around her neck. He made her spread her legs. He ran the rope up between her legs to her bound hands.
    “Hold that,” he ordered. Carla obeyed, gripping the rope one-handed. He reached under her and made sure that the rope ran right between her pussy lips. The handling made her squirm and gasp. “Hold it tight ,” he told her.
    “Yes, master.” Her voice was a whisper. She shivered again.
    He stood up and stepped in front of her. He pulled the robe open and took his cock in his hand. It was long and heavy, even if he wasn’t fully erect yet. He slapped her face with it, once, twice. She flinched and whimpered. He could almost picture the twenty-eight year old former head teller of a bank just beginning her training and maybe wondering what the Hell she’d gotten herself into. When she realized he wasn’t going to slap her again, she leaned forward and groped for him with