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Taking Her Away

As soon as he turned around, Jayde immediately thought she was busted. She tried to think of something to say as he picked up the money, but no words came to mind.

To her surprise, he didn't jump to any conclusions. He simply blew it off as something simple. "Yeah.. I guess so." she said with a nervous laugh, smiling slightly as he turned to leave again.

It angered her that he took the money. After all, she was the one who had earned it, not him. She badly wanted to go after him and take it back, but she knew that would raise suspicion.
 
It was a few hours later when the phone rang. She recognized the voice on the other end when she answered it.

"And how is my favorite little whore?" Mr. Harris asked. "It may surprise you to know that your husband has successfully convinced me today that he does in fact know he has a job. He has managed not to actually make it harder for any of my real employees to get their work done, which I suppose is a step. I would still fire him, of course, but it's a step.

"But his job isn't based on his performance anymore, is it? It's based on yours. And I wanted to tell you I was VERY satisfied with your work. Don't be afraid to call me any time you...JUST you, not the idiot...need a little extra cash. And in two weeks, if you want your husband to still have a job, call me first. We'll make a real appointment."
 
Jayde smiled to herself when she heard Mr. Harris' voice on the other end of the phone. It felt good to know that her husband had taken her advice and actually did something for once. She desperately hoped that he would keep up the work.

She wanted to take him up on his offer right then, not for money, but for the pleasure. She wanted to ask him if he was free right then, but she knew she couldn't.

Despite her efforts to hold back, she just couldn't do it. "When are you free?"
 
"Missing me already?" he laughed. "Tonight at six. What you tell the loser is up to you. I'll send a cab around to pick you up. Wear something nice, but make sure it'll give me all the access I need when the time comes. Got all of that whore? I'll see you at six."
 
"Yes sir." she said eagerly, going to search her closet for something to wear as soon as she hung up. She settled for a dress that was similar to the one she had worn during their first encounter, but this one was much more revealing than it was professional. It was a dark shade of red, strapless and low-cut, revealing a generous amount of her cleavage. It lacked in length, the tightness hugging her firm ass, showing it off quite nicely.

She finished getting ready a minute or two before the cab arrived at her house. Thankfully, John wasn't home yet. She would have to make up an excuse for when she got back, but she wasn't concerned about that just yet. As the cab pulled up, she walked outside and got into the cab, eager to see Mr. Harris again.
 
Mr. Harris was waiting for her in the cab. He extended his hand and helped her in.

"Jayde, you look delicious," he told her, once she was in. He shut the door and pulled her to him, pressing their lips together in a kiss. "And right on time, too. I'm grateful."

The cab took them to a VERY nice restaurant nearby; an insanely expensive place. It catered only to a very few customers; almost no one could afford to go there.

"I'm going to buy you dinner first, this time," he said. "Perks as well as pay."
 
Jayde smiled as Mr. Harris helped her into the cab, returning his kiss. Her heart fluttered as he told her that he was taking her to dinner. She knew it probably didn't mean much to him, but to her, it did. John never took her out. The last time they had gone on a date was when they first got together.

Again, she pushed her thoughts of him aside, but not because of guilt this time. Now she did it because she didn't want to be bothered by him more than she already was. She was here to enjoy herself, and if she wasted her time thinking about John, she wouldn't be able to do that.
 
He took her inside the fancy restaurant and they were given a quiet booth in the corner; even at such an expensive place, they were seated immediately. She was given a menu with no prices; at places like this, only the one buying knew what anything cost.

"Get anything you like," he told her. "Appetizers and dessert if you want, it doesn't matter. We've got plenty of time, and I have plenty of money. I get the feeling you don't get to go to nice places very often."
 
After looking over the large menu for a few minutes, Jayde finally settled on what she wanted. Taking in her surroundings, she knew that everything had to be insanely expensive. In a way, she felt bad, like she didn't deserve this. Then again, he wouldn't have brought her here if he didn't want to.

She laughed slightly in response to what he said. "I don't get to go anywhere very often. John doesn't really enjoy going out, and he doesn't like when I go without him, so we usually just stay in."
 
"That's because he's an idiot," he said. "When you have a beautiful woman, part of the point is to show her off."

The waiter came by and they ordered. They chatted for a while, but after their food came he got serious.

"Jayde," he said. "Tonight might not be easy for you. Once dinner is done, and I take you back to my home, I won't hold back the way I did in my office. I like to play games with my girls, Jayde, and you bring out the absolute worst in me. Duct tape was barely the beginning of what I'll do to you. Be ready for that."
 
She smiled at his response. John never called her beautiful, or made any effort to show her off. Before she had always just thought she wasn't good enough, but now she was beginning to realize that it wasn't her, but John.

Jayde was amazed at how wonderful the food was. They ate in silence, and she paused to listen to him as he began to speak. She was surprised at what he had to say. What he did in the office was holding back? Her nerves were telling her that this could be a bad idea, but even though she had no idea what she would be in for, she was willing to find out.

Before, she never would've imagined that she would enjoy being roughed around, but Mr. Harris confirmed that she did indeed enjoy it. He seemed to know exactly what to do to turn her on. The bites on her neck, the way he pulled her hair. It all felt so right, even though everything she did with him was wrong.
 
It took them over an hour after that to finish their meal, then desert, the coffee. He seemed to really enjoy spending time with her, even time that wasn't spent with his cock inside her. But, at the end of the meal, when he had paid the check, he took her hand.

"Come home with me," he said. "It's time."

His car was outside; how it had gotten there she couldn't know. He'd actually had it delivered there by a service. He drove her to his home; a very large, very nice house. Not a mansion, but definitely a very high end home. He parked in the garage and turned to her.

"In the glove compartment is a collar," he said. "Put it on."
 
Jayde enjoyed the meal and the time she spent with Mr. Harris. It was nice to actually get out for once. Though she had enjoyed the 'date', she found herself becoming even more excited as they left, eager to get back to his house.

She couldn't help but stare when the pulled into the driveway. The house was amazingly perfect, something she thought had only existed in her dreams.

With her hand on the car door, she paused at the sound of his voice. She looked at him strangely as she opened the glove compartment, taking out a collar. She held it for a moment, staring at it and then back at him. The look on his face made her realize that he wasn't joking.

Hoping to avoid problems, she quickly put it on, not wanting to anger him. Her heart was racing. She knew she was in for something big, and the fear combined with the excitement was about to drive her crazy.
 
He smiled at her and hooked his finger through the metal ring on the front of the collar.

"Good girl," he said. "Oh; you called me "sir" before you hung up the phone today. I expect you to call me that whenever you're wearing that collar."

He tugged her along by the ring and brought her into the house. It was pleasantly furnished, although it did appear to need cleaning; like the cleaning lady had missed a visit. Other than that it was almost idyllic.

He sat down on a large, throne like chair and bent her over his knee, pulling up her dress, running his hand over her ass, squeezing it gently. Suddenly he pulled his hand back and brought it down on her cheek with a hard slap.
 
"Yes sir" she said as he pulled her out of the car, secretly enjoying the authority that he had over her. She never would've thought she would enjoy being controlled like this, but a part of her loved it.

She walked quickly, trying to keep up with his pace so the collar wouldn't dig into her skin. The house was just as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. Her eyes wandered, taking it all in.

She squirmed slightly as he pulled her onto his lap, relaxing for a moment as his hands softly caressed her ass. That relaxation immediately went away as he slapped her hard, causing her to cry out in pain.
 
He slapped her ass three more times, then went back to softly caressing it. He'd spaced it out; two slaps per cheek, making her ass jump and jiggle.

"I love doing this to you," he said, as his fingers gently caressed her ass. "I love the sound you make when my hand hits; I love the way your body twitches. I love the look on your face. And I love that you can't do a thing to stop me."

He pulled his hand back and delivered another, much harder swat.
 
Jayde cried out each time he slapped her ass, whimpering as he rubbed her stinging skin.

Despite her helplessness and the pain he was inflicting on her, she loved it too. She loved the control he had over her and how he could make her do anything he wanted.

She cried out again, her eyes filling with tears as his hand hit her harder than before.
 
"Oh I can't stand it anymore," he growled. "You look so hot like that, whore, that I've just got to fuck you. And here you can be as loud as you like."

He unzipped his pants, releasing his cock, and shifted her so she was sitting in his lap, her back to his chest. He slid his panties aside and pressed the head of his cock against her slit.
 
She felt a small sense of relief as he lifted her up, his hands no longer assaulting her tender ass. Her pussy grew wet at the thought of him fucking her, and she waited excitedly as he unzipped his pants.

She let out a soft sigh as his cock pressed against her pussy. She moved slightly, hoping to push it inside of her, but all she did was cause the head of his cock to brush against her clit, causing a quite moan to escape her lips. "Please.." she begged, wanting to feel him inside.
 
He slammed the cock inside of her, filling her up again. It was much easier this time, much quicker, and he began to bounce her up and down on his cock, sliding in and out of her with wet sounds.

A tone filled the room suddenly. He reached over to her bag and pulled out her cell phone; a picture of her husband flashed on it. He got a wicked grin on his face.

"Answer it," he said, handing her the phone. "Don't tell him where you are, that'll make it more fun. But come up with a story for why you won't be back tonight. I'm keeping you until morning, whore. Find some excuse to give him while I'm fucking you."
 
Jayde moaned loudly as he pushed his cock all the way inside of her. He felt just as good as he had the first time. She became lost in pleasure as he began to move her up and down, her pussy stretching around his hard member.

Her heart dropped as her phone rang, her husbands ringtone replacing the sounds of her moans. With Mr. Harris' cock still inside of her, she answered the phone, trying to keep her voice normal.

"Hi baby" she said sweetly, knowing he would be angry. Her assumptions were correct, and immediately he was yelling into the phone, asking demanding questions. As soon as he finished ranting, she calmly tried to explain herself. "Emily got a promotion, and we decided to throw a little party for her. Kind of a last minute thing.." she told him, her voice trailing off.
 
"Well damnit you should have told me!" John shouted over the phone. "Alright, fine. When are you going to be home? And are you in a car? It sounds like you're bumping around."

He was talking loud enough for Mr. Harris to hear. He chuckled quietly and gave her an extra hard thrust of his cock.
 
"Um.. I rode with Lisa, but we've all kind of had a bit to drink so I don't think any of us will be driving anytime soon." she told him, knowing that would only make him angrier than he already was, but what else was she supposed to say?

She tried to hold back a moan as he pushed into her, making a small noise as his cock filled her again. "I'll just come home in the morning. It'll be safer if we all just stay here tonight." she said, trying to make it seem like coming home the next day was in her best interest. She spoke quickly, hoping that he hadn't heard the noise and that he would just accept her answer and settle for discussing it when she got home.
 
"Well alright," he said. "If you really think it isn't safe. I'll see you tomorrow night I guess. I love you honey."

(I'm curious...does she say it back?)

After they had both hung up, he snarled and bit her neck.

"You did really well, whore," he hissed. "You lied like a champion. My slutty, lying whore."
 
"I.." she paused for a moment, unable to say it back. She couldn't. Not after what she was doing to him behind his back. "I'll see you tomorrow." she finished instead, hanging up the phone.

She groaned as bit her neck in the same spot where his mark from before was. Leaning back against him as she began to move her hips slightly. "Thank you sir."
 
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