1. The Devil's Chamber Part 1


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Jessica_Jones, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    put the book back in its place. Then another and another caught my eye. All books about sex, about domination, and sexual rituals. I remember thinking to myself, there is no way these books belong to my boss. Mr. Henderson isn't an outwardly sexual man. I have never even seen him flirt or make a pass at anyone in the office. Though I am sure with his attractive business man physique, he could have his pick. Mr. Henderson a tall man, 6' 2" at least. He has a slender but athletic build, keeping active playing soccer year round. I knew this because often on Tuesdays he would stop in the office in his gear. He’d be hot, sweaty, and still panting from the field. His hair was always perfect and he stayed clean cut. His best features no doubt are his smile and those big brown eyes To this day they make me melt. Even though they are always hidden behind a handsome pair of glasses, you could feel his stares. His looks have always been intense, it can rattle the strongest woman to her core. There I stood, in the library of the man of my most devious dreams. I had a book about bondage in my hands and was thumbing the pages, looking at the pictures. That's when I heard faint footsteps moving down the hallway. I put the book back hastily and scurried ...
    to my seat. I hadn’t noticed the book was barely hanging on the edge of the shelf. This single mistake was about to change my life. I'm just not sure if it was for the better. The chair in which I was instructed to sit was covered in a rich red fabric. The had clawed feet that looked as if they could come to life, and carry me into the underbelly of his castle of secrets. The arm rests were also covered in red fabric, plush to the touch- a small comfort. I sat down in the chair, crossed my legs and looked at the blindfold in my hand. I had a feeling I could be in big trouble I slipped the blindfold over my eyes, adjusted my hair and tried to calm my breathing. The footsteps got louder, closer, and then they were just outside the door. I felt the air pressures in the room change as the double doors were pulled open. My hair was blown off my shoulder exposing my neck and its throbbing pulse. The smell of Mr. Henderson's cologne wafted across my face and filled my nostrils. I felt a spike in my heart rate, and two under my lightly padded bra. I listened as his first footstep befell the library's rich wooden floors. I held my breath and then there was a crash behind me . The book fell from the shelf and landed with a echoing thud. My heart sunk.
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