Slave to my Billionaire Boss

Chapter 8

Zenith came back home with a different kind of feeling gripping her. It was absolutely new that she might be taking on the role of his Sub o might be his Mistress. She knew that he was going to hurt her, give her pain and dominate her and do things which she might not even have any kind of inkling about. But the thought of kneeling before him made her so much wet. She squirmed with the thought as she adjusted herself in her driver’s seat.

She had never thought in a million years that her boss would call her to have a meeting regarding something like this. And worse there was a hickey in the hollow of her throat. And what raised her ire was he had purposefully given her that mark so that he could control her actions in some way.

Zenith knew that she was going to never be able to face her mother again if she did something like this. She still remembered the encounter that she had with her mother when she had found that her daughter was locking herself in the bathroom and pressing the hot red curling iron on her thighs and other places which remained covered.

“Are you insane? What the heck do you think you are doing Zenith?” screamed her mother when they were alone in the house.

“This is the only way I am keeping myself sane Mother. I am not hurting anyone else. I am not going out and getting pregnant like other classmates of mine. I have not even kissed anyone but you cannot….” Said Zenith but she could not finish the sentence.

A slap came right across her cheek. She flinched at the impact and could feel her cheeks burning but she welcomed the pain.

“I am the one that carried you for nine months in my womb. I am the one who suffered the pain bringing you in this world. I am the one who has cared for you since you were a wee lil babe and now you are trying to tell me that I am not the one who is allowed to do this or do that?” asked her mother. Her voice was still so loud that Zenith’s ears were ringing in the impact.

“No Mom. I am glad that you gave birth to me, and you have cared for me when I was absolutely helpless. If you want me to do something then say that to me Mom then I am going to do it. But you have to understand that I need this pain. I cannot beat myself up. So I am giving myself short bursts of pain when it was necessary. Tell me Mom…what can I do so that you are satisfied that I am not going to kill myself and you are not going to pester me regarding this again,” said Zenith as she looked at her Mom carefully not to remove her eyes again.

“Get married. Have your own family. Raise your kids, and I am not going to say this again,” said her mother who thought that marriage was the ultimate solution for everything in life. It was a blessing in disguise that she had found her boyfriend f*****g her best friend.

Her mother had tried to stop her but Zenith had not listened to her again in her life. Now the only contact that she had with her family was the birthday and anniversary and the Christmas cards. She had always wanted to live her own lie on her own terms and now that she was doing that she had no idea that Orlando Rothschild would be the one that would understand the state in which she lived. It was almost impossible for her to believe that it was her boss that had been able to see through her. True it had taken him a year but she could not get over the way that he had her pressed against his hard muscular body.

The burgeoning crush that she had been nursing since so long had again flared up like a fragrant candle being near hydrogen sulphide gas.

Zenith kept on thinking about all these things when she crashed on her couch and then she had no idea when she was asleep. And that too in deep sleep.

She stood there naked, shivering, with her hands shackled up to the bar hanging from above. There was a blindfold of black silk pulled over her eyes. Her ears were left open so that she could hear the commands of her master.

Zenith could feel the breath of the man standing before her on the hollow of her throat. He ran one finger down her throat where she was wearing the collar which he had gifted her tonight and then he drew it down softly coming down in the valley of her breasts.

A soft combination of moan and whimper escaped her throat.

The man shushed her like a child.

“You know that you are not supposed to make any noise unless I allow you to, don’t you know that Zenith?” asked the man, in a voice which had a quality like old whiskey. It was smooth and husky at the same time but still it could burn down.

“Yes Master,” answered Zenith softly as she was supposed to.

The choker was the sign of her progress as a submissive. It was the sign of his dominance on her, body, mind and soul. She had proved her worth and Orlando Rothschild was not a man who would waste time on worthless things.

“That’s like a good little girl…you are mine..never forget that Zenith…I own you,’ whispered Orlando in her ears as he rolled her n*****s in between his fore-finger and thumb.

“Yes Master,” replied Zenith as she felt that she would draw blood from biting her lips.

“What do you want Zenith? What do you want me to do to you? Tell me,” said the ruthless man standing before her as his fingers trailed down her collar bone and then her spine causing her to shiver from the feeling.

“Please Master…” moaned Zenith but she could not say anything more as he crushed her soft lips in a scorching and demanding kiss. His hands trailed down her abdomen and pelvis and then his clever and trained fingers parted her p***y as he pressed his thumb to her clit making her whimper in his throat.

“I love these noises you make Zenith…What should I do with you?” asked Orlando in his own mind as she cried out as he pushed one finger inside her.

“Oh dear…now you know the punishment for not following my commands, don’t you?” he said as a sharp slap came down on her hips.

“Yes Master,” said Zenith in a breathy voice and with the first slap,” One, thank you master.”

“You are the one that I have been waiting for so many days Zenith…I am so glad that you agreed to be finally mine….” said Orlando as he kissed her lips and Zenith moaned back in his mouth.

“You are such a beautiful pretty little thing…have you any idea…” said Orlando as he opened the bindings of her hand and then pulled her hands down and made her wrap her arms around his hips and back. She loved feeling the rippling of his muscles beneath her touch.

“I have been waiting for you for so long Master,” whispered Zenith as she placed her chin in the crook of his neck.

“And you are finally here,” said Orlando as he suckled the nape of his neck beneath the dark lustrous mass of her hair which he never allowed her to keep up.

Zenith woke up with a gasp. The same dream, the same recurring dream always and every time she progressed a bit farther in this depraved world in her mother’s words. She had no idea what was going to happen to her when she would actually say that she would agree to become his submissive. She had no idea what that would entail or what he would make her do but she would be ready for anything that he might throw in her way.

The next morning Zenith dressed very carefully and wore a turtle neck as it had been asked by Orlando last night. She knew that if she entered this relationship then she would have to live near to him in some place where he could have her access at all the times. She knew that she would have to make sacrifices for the sake of her life but this time she had to take a chance. She had played safe, lived safe and she had been safe always. Now this was the time to live a bit dangerously because what was life after all without a slight bit of danger.

She reached the office and found that Orlando had not yet come. He was after all the boss and could be allowed to be late but then after some time she found that no one had come to office that day. What on earth had happened to every single employee? Was there anything which had been said which she had no idea about?

She opened her desk and took the key of the apartment of her boss which she had left there last day when she had gone back home. She rose to the top of the tower and opened the door with the key and let herself inside the apartment.

“I was hoping that you would sometime notice that I had given everyone off today,” said Orlando who was sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper.

“But I did not get any such message at all Sir,” said Zenith as she came to the front and stood before him and Orlando looked at her and smiled. The smile could be said to be more like a possessive one.

“It seems that you have decided to agree and become my Mistress after all Ms. Smith. I am glad that you took this decision. I am pretty sure that you are not going to regret it,” said Orlando as he rose from his seat.

Zenith could not tell her boss that she was already regretting her decision just by standing here in his apartment on a day when there was no one else in the entire building at least in the office segment.

“The key that you have in your hand is the key to another place in this building. It is my personal dungeon Ms. Smith. We are both going to spend a lot of time there together. I hope you are ready for what is coming next,” said Orlando as Zenith nodded at him with wide eyes.

“Dungeon?” asked Zenith with a hint of fear in her voice.

“Don’t worry Zenith. It is my personal playroom. Where we play by rules and strive to achieve pleasure for both of us and it is going to be consensual. I am going to do nothing at all where there is going to be what you don’t want to happen. And moreover if you have some things to discuss then I am happy to do so,” said Orlando as he walked slowly towards Zenith and she visible gulped looking at him.

“Yes Zenith? You may speak freely now. We are not in the dungeon yet,” said Orlando with a smirk.

“Can we take this up on a probation basis? Like for one week at first?” asked Zenith as she looked up at Orlando who was looking at her with a humorous expression.