His voice held no warmth. It felt as if she were being held tight by a robot as his words sank in. "How?" Damn her inability to string even two words together.
Jake didn't seem to mind. "I'm a security expert. I don't let anyone into my inner circle without knowing every single secret they want to keep buried. You have quite a few unfortunate secrets, I'm afraid, but lucky for you, I'm very good at keeping secrets. You believe that, Hannah, don't you? That I'll keep your secrets if you keep mine?"
"What secrets?" Their eyes met again. For the first time, he looked like he was having fun; deriving joy from her growing distress.
"Well for starters, I am the master of every aspect of my business. And I do mean every aspect. That means that what I say goes. Employees who fail to meet my expectations are disciplined according to the severity of my disappointment," he said.
"Disciplined?" Back to one word.
"I am a firm believer in discipline in all things. It can be as simple as sitting perfectly still to contemplate your error, or as complicated as a full punishment session meant to humiliate and hurt you into submission."
His words washed over her like a blanket of dread. She'd suspected he would be a dominant lover, a prospect that excited her. But punishment was something she was less sure about. Her brain and body were conflicted at the thought of surrendering to Jake’s will.
Her stomach lurched and gurgled. "I don't feel well. I need to use the restroom." At last she found her words.
"Of course." He carried her across the room to the open bathroom door, but instead of depositing her on her feet and leaving, he sat her on the vanity counter and began unzipping her dress.
She tried to swat his hands away, but he was too fast and strong. "That's enough. We wouldn't want you to be sick on the only dress you have with you, would we?" he said.
Once he had pulled the dress over her head, she sat in front of him in her matching bra, panties, and high heels. She watched him appraise her body up and down, the bulge in his suit pants growing with each passing moment. Despite her fear and his heavy-handed handling of her, her drugged body responded to the desire she saw reflected back at her.
He lifted her again to carry her to the toilet, putting her feet on the tiled floor before pulling her panties down to bare her pussy to his gaze. She rushed to sit on the toilet to try to hide her bald pussy from his prying eyes.
Her stomach rolled again. "Aren't you leaving? I need privacy," she muttered.
He looked like he might argue and then changed his mind. Instead, he took a step back. "We haven't gone through the contract yet, so you don't know that you will no longer have any privacy from me, Hannah. There is no part of your life you'll hide from me. But for tonight only, I'll let that news sink in for a few minutes. I'll be just outside. You are not allowed to close the door, understood?"
It was in that moment she understood the gravity of his crazy. She fought to clear her head so she could think her way out of this mess, but the cramping in her stomach insisted she gain some privacy soon or risk embarrassing herself further.
"Understood."
"Good girl. You have five minutes before I come in to retrieve you. Use them well."
He stopped to grab her dress before walking out, leaving the door wide open.
Chapter Two
Hannah
Hannah tried to counteract the drugs Jake had given her by splashing water on her face and drinking water cupped in her shaking hands, hoping to dilute the chemicals coursing through her system. There was no other explanation for her disorientation. Even on her best day, she'd known she'd need to keep her wits about her to banter with Jake Davenport. Drugged, she had no chance of protecting herself.
His voice calling her from the office prompted her to hurry. As scary as Jake was already, she didn't want to see him truly angry. She steeled her resolve. She had one focus, and that was getting out of this house as soon as possible. Then she'd stay far away from him.
And from now on I'll listen to my inner voice when it tells me to steer clear of someone.
She hated that she was in her bra and panties. Even when she was fully dressed, Jake had a way of making her feel vulnerable. She took a deep breath and left the relative safety of the bathroom, stopping just inside the room to let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. He'd turned on another small lamp, on what she presumed would be her desk. A laptop and several notebooks waited there for her. She glanced around the room until she saw him sitting on the couch.
"Come. Join me." He reached his hand out to beckon her closer. She forced her unsteady steps forward until she was a few feet away. She moved to sit on the couch, but Jake stopped her.
"Time to take the rest of your clothes off, Hannah. You will always be naked in my office."
She protested. "I haven't said yes to the job. Not like this. I'm not feeling well. I'd like to go home now."
For the briefest second his eyes flashed with anger, but then it was gone. His impatient sigh was the only indication he was growing irritable.
"We both know it's just a matter of time. I have the employment contract right here, and we'll go through it and the rules together, but we'll do it as we should; with you naked and kneeling on the rug at my feet like the good little submissive I'm going to turn you into. You have one minute, starting now. I was hoping we wouldn't
