Page 74 of His Private Assistant

"You don’t like it?" A deep scowl settled on his face, and a pang of guilt settled in my chest. Yet, he wanted me to be honest, and I think his choice of outfit for me was inappropriate.

"I’m sure going somewhere half-naked is considered vulgar. I’m not an international superstar to wear that outside this apartment," I stated, caressing his biceps and enjoying their firmness.

"Princess, tell me. What do you know about kinky places?" He was looking down at me, and I saw amusement in his blue eyes. I blinked a few times, but I didn’t answer because the truth was, I didn’t know much about kinky stuff. "I’m the owner of the BDSM club. It’s a place where people fuck, and others can watch. The outfit I chose for you is considered absolutely normal," my handsome Dominant explained with a smirk, and I frowned.

"That thing has holes in it," I pointed out, and he nodded.

"Yes, princess." He put his hands under my ass and lifted me up. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, not sure what he was doing. He sat me on the table, standing between my thighs and pushing me to lie down.

"Holes are there for access without destroying the outfit," he clarified, pulling down my shorts and panties and exposing my shaved pussy. My heart danced the tango in my chest, and I couldn’t wait for his fingers or tongue to please me, but to my greatest disappointment, he only checked if I was prepared for tonight’s adventure.

"I’m really pleased, princess." He flashed me a toothy grin, grazing the sensitive skin around my asshole with his finger, teasing me. My legs were spread, in the air, and I was panting when he continued his little game with my tight hole.

"You will be perfect tonight," he whispered, and I took a deep breath. Waiting was pure torture. My pussy was clenching with need, and I felt my juices coming out of me. Mr Thorn noticed it too, and while he still had one finger on my butt hole, he pushed the other into my aching opening.

"So ready for me, my little slut," he murmured under his breath while I almost screamed at him to finally satisfy me. Yet, to my horror, he withdrew his fingers and pushed my legs together. He grabbed me by my hands and lifted me up, so I was sitting on the edge of the table, glaring at him.

"I’m going to take a shower," he announced, totally ignoring my hard stares. "I’ll join you at seven for dinner." He kissed my cheek and left me in the kitchen, all hot and bothered.

My bratty self was trying to persuade me to play with myself, but my natural submissive nature was strongly against any act of brattiness. Yes, I could push Mr Thorn’s buttons, and in the best-case scenario, he would give me great attention, which would end with an amazing orgasm. Or I could end up sitting on my bruised bottom, writing lines without any release at all in the next few days. I didn’t need to be a scientist to know which option was more probable.

With a heavy sigh, I jumped down from the table. I finished a cheese sauce for our pasta, and I brought the food to the dining room.

For the next hour, I was giggling at Mr Thorn’s jokes and stories from the era when he was a teenager, and in return, I told him a few of my own. It was so different to spend time with him casually talking and laughing. It felt so ordinary. We were like a normal couple on the date, trying to get to know each other. We should do it more often, for sure.

After a great dinner, which Mr Thorn praised as delicious, I took a shower and hesitantly stuck myself in a very tight harness, which was the first part of the outfit. It was a set of thin black leather belts, which started around my thighs and under my ass, and continued up through my abdomen. A few straps circled my breasts, and the last two should probably be fixed on my neck.

The next thing were black stockings with a lacy hem and a black corset, which lifted up my breasts but didn’t cover them. Mr Thorn walked into the bedroom just in time to see me fighting with it. With a playful smile, he helped me to put it in place, and he also gave me my pink collar and buckled the straps from the harness on it.

For my boobs, I put a black push-up bra. It was so revealing that it made me blush just to think about going anywhere in it. My pussy and ass were shielded from curious eyes with only a thin black thong with holes on all the right places. I also found the shortest skirt the world has ever seen in the box. It ended right under my ass, and if I only slightly bent, everyone could see that my pussy literally screamed, "Fuck me, sir!"

"You look amazing, princess," Mr Thorn purred. His eyes were glued to my body, and I felt a very familiar heat between my legs. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but I was dying to visit his club and see other people who enjoyed the lifestyle. I was scared about the rules and what I might see there, but in the end, I really wanted to be part of Mr Thorn’s life in any way. And this was obviously one of his favourite things to do, so I could only hope that I would like it there. I was willing to give it a try and do my best to please him.

"You just need a few accessories and you’ll be ready," he said with a devilish smirk, and I almost whimpered when he showed me two pairs of black leather cuffs. My heart skipped at least five beats in a row; it was hard to say if it was from fear or joy. He put cuffs on my wrists, but he didn’t connect them with a chain. He did the same with my ankles, and he hid both silver chains in his pants pockets. He took the leash from the bed, but thankfully, he didn’t want me to crawl to the car. As crazy as it sounded, I expected that order from him.

"One more thing." He winked at me and disappeared into the walk-in closet. After a few seconds, he came out with a masquerade mask. It was a beautiful black piece with small jewels around the eyes and ornaments on the cheeks. It covered almost my whole face; only my lips were visible.

"Now, you’re perfect," Mr Thorn whispered into my ear from behind while I was admiring myself in the mirror. He was stroking my hips with his hands, and thanks to my high heels, my ass was pressed against his groin. I felt his hard member through his pants, and my heart went wild.

He obviously wanted to fuck me in his club dressed like this, and the idea was making me nervous and excited at the same time. I knew it was the only way to get his cock between my legs. Of course, I could say no to all of this, yet I actually craved to experience a real BDSM scene. He promised me his favourite whip and fucking till I wouldn’t be able to stand.

Let’s see if he could keep his promise.

41

In the Club

Electra

Iwasanervouswreck when we were seated in the back seat of the elegant Mercedes. Mr Thorn watched me, but I was avoiding eye contact with him. I had a hard time describing my feelings, and my trembling body wasn’t helping me to act confident. Truth be told, I was as scared as a chicken.

I was playing with a gem on the masquerade mask until it fell, and my eyes widened. Obviously, it was a very expensive piece, and I’d just destroyed it because I couldn’t sit still.

"I’m sorry," I whispered, peeking at Mr Thorn who was already looking back at me. He wasn’t angry; it was more likely he looked concerned. He took the mask from my shaking hands and motioned for me to move closer. I did, and when I was close enough, with a swift movement, he sat me on his lap.

"Do you want to go back home, princess?" he asked, making soothing circles on my back, and I relaxed a little.

"No," I breathed, staring at his beautiful face. "I’m just scared." I sighed, trying to find the proper words to explain the heavy feeling in my chest. "I was scared and excited before. Now, I’m only scared," I muttered, embarrassment about my lack of courage filling my body.

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