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As we speed towards the office, Mr. Peak yanks on the chain. He doesn’t seem to appreciate me looking out of the window. I put my hand on his lap. He seems to enjoy that. My boss runs his hand up the steel chain and places his strong fingers around my neck.
We get to Mr. Peak’s office at Columbus Circle. He pulls me out of the car and forces me to march into the Time Warner Center with that chain around my neck. A few people seem to notice. This being New York, however, not that many people seemed shocked by the sight.
Mr. Peak yanks me into the elevator. We are alone. He takes part of the chain and whaps my as**s with it. I lift up the back of my skirt and show him my as**s. “Dammit. You know that f**king makes my di**ck hard,” Mr. Peak growls.
Yes I know. I pull down my thong and tease him some more. Mr. Peak kicks the emergency stop button on the elevator. The elevator jerks to a halt. My boss starts to rip off my clothes. He pushes me up against the wall and begins to kiss my neck. He runs his tongue down my back. It tickles.
Mr. Peak spanks my butt. Suddenly, I feel him sink his teeth right into my as**s cheeks. Oh my! My boss is losing control. Mr. Peak spreads my legs apart. He gets under me and begins to pleasure my favorite place with his tongue. Fuck!
I fall to the ground until I am sitting on Mr. Peak’s face. He reaches up and starts to pinch my nipp**les. For the first time, I feel like I am in control. I swivel my hi**ps and enjoy the ride. Just when I think I have the upper hand, my boss yanks me by the hair and pulls me onto my back.
“Stay right there. Don’t move!” Mr. Peak barks as he removes his clothes. My boss can’t get undressed fast enough. He pulls down his pants and his boxers. Then he gets right on top of me and starts to thrust and grind like a true black belt in the art of f**king.
Mr. Peak takes his right hand and begins to choke me. I stare at the ambient lighting at the top of the elevator cabin. My vision begins to blur as Mr. Peak tightens his grip around my little neck. I think I am about to black out.
My boss f**ks me harder and faster. I grab my boss’s as**s and sink my fingernails deep into his strong, muscular rump. I want to kiss him so bad but his choke hold keeps the back of my head firmly glued to the floor of the elevator.
We stare into each other’s eyes as we come to a cli**max. Mr. Peak grits his teeth and screams. I moan. We fall into each other’s arms as our bodies relax from the post-orgasm explosion. It’s perhaps the only moment of tenderness we will feel all day. I never want this intimacy to end.
Mr. Peak orders me to get up. Damn, it is so disappointing that we could not cuddle a little longer. For my boss, working is as important as f**king. He orders me to get dressed. Mr. Peak puts his suit back on and continues the elevator’s ascent.
When we get to the forty-second floor, the doors open to a bevy of activity. It’s about 9 p.m. and the office looks like it is ready to get started with the trading day. Mr. Peak jerks the chain and says bluntly, “Now you will behave yourself while I do my job.”
“Yes, Sir.”
We walk to Mr. Peak’s office. No employee even questions the fact that I am being led around on a chain. When we get to the office, my boss takes a seat on a leather chair and orders me to sit on the floor.
The twenty or so Hedge Fund employees dare not even acknowledge the odd display of dominance by their billionaire boss. Though I am sitting on a floor - collared and chained - my proximity to Mr. Peak makes me the second most important person in the room.
“The transfers from Odostan should be coming in after Midnight Eastern Standard Time, Mr. Peak,” the managing director announces.
“Good. Give me the list of offshore accounts that we will be using. I want to make sure we are geographically spread out with these funds. And remember, I want ten percent of the money stored in physical gold and silver bullion.”
As my boss continues to hold court, I sit in silence. Occasionally, I run my right hand up and down my boss’s right leg. For the rest of the evening, however, I remain obedient. I remain silent.
***
I wake up at noon inside the townhouse. Mr. Peak has already gone back to the office. I swear he only had about three hours of sleep. The man is a machine! I get up and take a nice, long bath. When I return to the bedroom, I find a dozen messages on my phone. All of the messages are from the media. Apparently, the incident with J.T. Marcos has gotten out. I think I am going from famous to infamous in record time.
In a panic, I call my boss. “Sir, I have to let you know that the incident with J.T. Marcos is already out in the media.”
“Go handle it,” my boss orders.
