Free Caught: Punished by Her Boss by Claire Thompson Page B

against skin made tender by the flogging. Humiliation dropped over her like a net as she forced herself to spread her legs and angle her hips so her pussy was exposed. She pressed the sides of her breasts together with her hands, closing her eyes and turning her head away in an effort to distance herself from what was happening.
    “Open your eyes. I want your eyes on my cock,” he ordered.
    Of course you do, asshole, she thought, but she obeyed him. Straddling either side of her body, Eric loomed over her and began stroking himself, pulling and pumping his shaft as he defiled her with hungry eyes. It wasn’t long before he was grunting, his hand flying, and she knew he was about to come.
    She couldn’t help it—she didn’t want to see this man shooting his load on her, and she closed her eyes, turning her head away. She felt the warm blobs of ejaculate landing on her breast, her stomach, her cheek, each spurt adding to her humiliation and fury.
    She heard him crouching beside her and felt his finger gliding over her breast. Her eyes flew open as he tried to push his goo-covered finger between her lips. “Suck it clean,” he ordered.
    Jessie simply could not bring herself to obey him. Her jaw was clenched shut, her lips a tight line. His face darkening, Eric grabbed her by the chin. Holding her still, he scooped another blob of come with his finger and smeared it over her lips.
    “Lick it off. Do it. Now!” He slid his hand from her chin to her throat and closed his fingers tight around her neck. He squeezed hard, completely cutting off Jessie’s ability to breathe. Terrified, she clawed at his hand, trying to pry it from her throat, but he just slapped her hands away.
    Desperate to breathe and afraid he might choke her to death, Jessie opened her mouth and forced her tongue out, sliding it over the salty jism he’d smeared over her lips. Mercifully, he let go of her throat and she gasped, drawing in a large, tremulous breath, her heart thundering.
    Pulling her to her feet, he half-dragged, half-carried her back to the cage. Pushing her roughly to the ground, he ordered, “Get back in there. You’ve been a very, very bad girl. Very bad girls don’t get to eat. They don’t get to drink. What they do get is time to think. When I come back down, you better have thought long and hard about what the fuck you think you’re doing. You’re my cunt now. My property. I own you. You do what I say. You bend to my will, or I will break you.”
    Nearly sick with fear and shaking with exhaustion from the ordeal, Jessie crawled back into the cage, relieved when he closed the bars and locked her in. At least he was also locking himself out.
    ~*~
    “Quick meeting, guys. My office in ten minutes.” It was Monday morning and though he’d arrived an hour before, Eric had been completely unable to concentrate. Since leaving that morning, he had checked the dungeon a dozen times on his smart phone. J. was sleeping peacefully in her cage.
    He hadn't returned to her the rest of that day or evening, determined to let her know this wasn’t a game, nor a contest of wills. He had full control. He could starve her to death, if he chose. Not that he’d let that happen—then he’d lose his new toy. Truth to tell, he enjoyed her spit and vinegar—it gave him a chance to punish her, to go further than he might if she were simply to roll over and obey.
    He felt a kind of freedom, a liberation that he’d never experienced in his life. It was as if the chains that kept him bound to everyday life had been broken, ripped asunder by the events of the last forty eight hours. He’d stepped beyond the boundaries of civilized behavior, and there was no going back.
    He had left the house only long enough to stop at a drugstore and pick up a female urinal. He planned to leave J. locked up a while to teach her a lesson, and it wouldn’t do to have her pissing all over the cage. When he’d brought it down to her, she’d watched him with burning