It was by pure accident that Alyssa Cannon stumbled across the extensive, bondage file that her boss stored on his business laptop, but once the discover was made, she found it impossible to return to a state where she could look at Nick Nolen and simply see a reserved, somewhat arrogant, and often highly annoying accounting executive in one of the most prominent firms New York City had to offer; in the first days following her surprise findings, she felt herself flush whenever she was forced to be near him...his strong, demanding and utterly impatient voice sounding loudly through the intercom that rested on her desk made her pulse thunder wildly as wonderfully wanton images flooded her mind. Again and again. She couldn’t shake them. Day and night she was tormented in an unmercifully manner by the photographs she had viewed...photos that Nick had download from various web sites, featuring women bound and gagged and tied in the most provocative and most vulnerable positions that left them frighteningly open to any and all sensually erotic tortures the men who had placed them in those lecherous positions longed to inflict on their helpless bodies...every single night for two weeks after she found the pictures and then looked at the history on Nick’s computer to find that he subscribed to several sites that featured graphic, bondage stories, Alyssa had returned to those sites via her personal home computer; she had returned to the sites that both amazed and intrigued her and with a little digging and using what she knew about Nick and his very intense nature, Alyssa managed to figure out which narratives Nick had penned under an assumed name and after each one she read, she laid down on her bed with her legs spread wide while she stroked herself to orgasmic release.
For her, it was quite a shock to find herself aroused by bondage images...to find herself hot and longing to submit herself to Nick in the most intimate way...she had always thought him to be a handsome man, with hair that was too dark to be blond but too light to be brown, making it a very interesting merging of the two shades that contrasted well with his sharply intelligent, abstruse, azure blue eyes, fringed as they were with thick and long lashes.
He was, she had once heard a co-worker describe, masculine perfection with perfectly and almost beautifully crafted features; high cheek bones with full lips that curved into a smile that could be mocking as well as humors...he had a strong jaw line, stubborn was the word Alyssa would have chosen to call it, but what she most admired were the boyish like dimples that managed to take off some of his hard edge, when he allowed himself to really relax, which he rarely did when he was at the office, the only real place where Alyssa ever saw him.
She had been working for him for nearly two years, before she found the stash that forever altered how she viewed him and their relationship had proven friendly yet professional, with Nick only asking a few questions from time to time, in regards to his personal life; he knew that she was twenty four years old and that she had moved to New York from Georgia, searching for a change in her life after she made the decision not to marry her high school sweetheart, as her mother and her father and so many others had expected, and almost demanded she do.
When she had shared that story with Nick, during her initial interview with him, he had smiled and told her how much he admired her decsion, to strike out in her own; only twenty two at the time, it had been a big move for her and with only minimal office experience in her past, she had seriously questioned any chance she had at landing a job with such a major firm...with a man as respected and, to an extent, feared as Nick Nolen, so hearing from him the following day had been a wonderful surprise.
Demanding, never willing to settle for less than perfection, Nick had the ability to be brash and often pushy with her, and others, but Alyssa quickly learned how best to handle him, when she needed to keep anyone from disturbing him, herself included; his moods became an easy thing for her to read and understand and within months, they were like a perfect unit, working as one, with Alyssa often able to anticipate his needs before he had a chance to voice them and though he rarely said it, she knew he appreciated what she did for him.
All and all, he was more than a decent boss, overly fair in what he paid her and always more than willing to grant her the rare time off she needed...he never pried too much, but he did ask from time if she had yet to manage to convince her family if that she had made the right decision for herself and once or twice, he casually asked if she were involved with anyone, but Alyssa never gave his inquiry into her love life much thought; she felt certain he saw her as nothing more than an personal assistant and she knew, for a fact, that he didn’t do serious relationships with women, as she was the one who handled the mundane task when Nick did date.
The gentleman who owned the flower shop he used knew Alyssa by name, as did most of the host and hostess at the restaurants he preferred...she was the one who fielded his phone calls when women he had broken off association with continued to call, and almost every woman did, at least two or three times and more than once, one broke down and cried pitifully when Alyssa had to repeatedly tell them that Nick was unavailable.
It was daunting, at times, but she dealt with it, and she enjoyed her work...she actually liked Nick even when he did managed to annoy her...and then the day came when he called her from a meeting at a very important client’s office to ask her to download some information off his laptop to transfer to his main computer and as she set alone at his desk, shortly before their firm closed for the day, she searched for the file he needed, one he had saved under the name Bonds, the name of their client and thinking she had clicked on it, Alyssa was left breathless when the file actually came up as Bondage. Bondage. She blinked twice before believing it. She shook her head...and then, in a shocked stupor she stared, and the began to look at the endless sequence of pictures with their originating web sites listed beneath them.
She set at his desk for nearly an hour, looking and reading...she was lost in what she saw and she felt suddenly as if she were seeing Nick Nolen for the very first time; finding the files showed her a side of him she had never before suspected, much less seen and by the time she closed the file and located the correct one, she was breathless as well as confused and when she went home, she realized her cunt was sopping wet with need and she had to release herself as she reclined in her bathtub, recalling again and again all she had discovered.
Sleep didn’t favor her that night, and when she did doze, she was tormented with erotic dreams that left her feeling on edge the following morning...she had to masturbate during her long shower and when she arrived at work, she felt nervous and flushed each time Nick spoke to her, or said her name with his deep, rich voice.
Suddenly, Nick went from being merely her boss to serving as the man who stared in her most racy daydreams...she couldn’t force his image from her mind and at night, she set for hours at her computer, searching the web sites she had learned about via the file she had saw...she became somewhat obsessed with bondage and how much it managed to arouse and once she managed to discern the stories that Nick had written on one particular site, she drank in his words with vigor, as she read some of the tales two and three and four times each.
With each story, she received new insight into the man, she saw him in a different light and she reached a point where she knew she was starting to fall hard for him and she cursed herself for it, until the night that another shock came her way...the night that she read a story Nick had to have posted during working hours that very day and Alyssa pressed her aching pubs hard against her chair as she rocked back and forward while reading what Nick had called his ultimate fantasy in the brief story description.
To her delighted wonder, the story was about a man who had, for two years, lusted after, and silently loved the woman who worked for him; in the story, the woman was his secretary and Alyssa felt come gushing from her cunt to dampen her thighs as she read how the heroine was so vividly, physically described...it was clearly, without question, that it was her the author described; she had once heard Nick call her hair, a shade she saw as merely brown, chestnut gold and her eyes a rich, unique rosewood that complimented her ivory skin.
In the story, he called her figure perfectly lush; he saw her breast as heavy yet firm and her hips ample...he ass perfectly for trashing and fucking and Alyssa slid her fingers into her warm, wet pussy again and again as she read how very badly the hero wanted to have his obsession at his full mercy, bound before him, open and needy...it was almost more than Alyssa could wrap her mind around as all the games he wanted to play were laid out in detail, ranging from fast and hard sex, to slow and sensual touches that would build the tension to a boiling point; she quivered with the need to live out what was written regarding sound flagellations that straddled the haze line between pain and pleasure...pain that bleed into pleasure so intense it almost couldn’t be endured.
So turned on she could hardly force herself to stand or sit still, after reading the story, Alyssa had all the encouragement she needed to make a move...she decided to go to Nick and make it clear to him that they both wanted the same thing and since they did, there was no cause for them not to have it.
Calling into work the next morning, Alyssa spent the day preparing heoked perfectly submissive in a mock peasant dress that featured a long, flowing skirt and a tied bodice that alluringly pushed her breast together and up, so her ample cleavage nearly spilled free as she allowed her long hair to fall freely to her half bared shoulders; she stuided herself carefully before giving a final approval and then, determined not to allow her nerve to waver, she threw on a long, black coat and shortly after nightfall, she drove across town to Nick’s penthouse.
She knew, since she kept his schedule, that he hadn’t had any plans on that particular early winter, Friday evening and Alyssa prayed she wasn’t indeed making a fool of herself as she arrived at his place and gave her name to the doorman, who called to tell Nick that she was there, and she needed to see him.
