An Unexpected Engagement

Chapter 55

I'm so startled that I can't seem to react as Wanda pulls my arms up, binding my wrists with chains.

Fuck, this can't be happening!

“What the fuck…” I mumble, trying to free my arms, but she slaps me across the face.

“Shut up, slave! You only speak when I say so, understand?

My eyes widen beneath the mask, wondering now if she knows it's her boss over there.

No, she cannot know.

She wouldn't dare do any of that if she knew.

would you dare?

I really hope not.

And the truth is, I don't want Wanda to know it's me there, the terrified slave behind the mask.

Fuck. damn!

I knew she was crazy, but not that crazy!

Not crazy. sadist.

I'm screwed.

"Shake your head if you understand, slave!"

With no alternative, I shake my head in agreement and to my dismay, Wanda masterfully opens my shirt, running her black-painted nails across my chest.

Is this really happening? Is my goth secretary rubbing my chest?

How inappropriate is that?

“Very well, slave. Let's see how much pain it can handle!

Ache?

Did she say pain?

I turn my head quickly, look over to where Natasha is sitting.

I wonder if she knows it's Wanda over there, and when I catch her delighted gaze, I realize she's the one who set this whole situation up.

I don't know if Wanda has any idea of ​​my identity, but Natasha certainly designed everything right.

Damn psychopath!

She will pay me for this.

— Ouch! A high-pitched scream escapes my throat as I feel something hot running down my skin, I look down to see Wanda playing a playful thing that looks like…wax?

My God in heaven, does she want to kill me?

I knew she had a murderous streak!

— Did you like slave? he asks smiling.

I shake my head in the negative.

- Responds!

"No, I didn't like that shit..."

Another slap in the face.

Fuck!

"Say 'ma'am'!"

Deep breath.

“No, ma'am.

'So it's still not good?' How about more? And she smears more of the hot goo on my chest. This time I don't scream.

I won't give you that taste.

“Very well, slave!

OK. Maybe if I keep quiet and join in the fun or whatever this torture is called, she'll set me free. So that I can settle accounts with my dear vengeful wife who now laughs with gusto at her privileged field of vision.

“Now let's see what else I can do with you…” Wanda circles around me and I suddenly feel a whiplash on my ass.

Natasha's laugh vibrates loudly in my ear.

Without warning, my wrists are released, but before I can get away, I'm shoved onto a beating bench, dropping to my knees on the leather,
while the sadomasochistic version of my secretary pushes my head down and whispers in my ear.

"Let's see how much you can take, slave!"

“I think that's enough…” I try to end the joke, but Wanda is taking my shirt off and pinning my wrists to the seat.

“Shut up, slave! Who defines when it ends is me!

And before I can respond, I feel a gag with a ball being shoved into my mouth and another whiplash on my ass, accompanied by his evil laugh.

"I think today I'm going to ask for help in punishing this insolent slave!"

- Me please! - Natasha's voice is heard.

Oh sure.

She won't let Wanda have fun alone.

“Come closer, sister.

Sister?

"What would you like to do with this slave?"

— Do you have a stapler?

What? What the hell!

“It would be nice if we stapled a few 'I must never try to cheat on my wife' notes to your back.

"We don't have a stapler... But we do have a whip, wax, nipple clamps, butt plugs..."

butt plug? They're crazy if they think...

- A butt plug? What size? – Natasha asks.

I try to break free, growling, unable to speak with that ball in my mouth.

"Want me to take his pants off?" Wanda asks, much to my dismay.

"Um, no, I think I'll just ask for some whipping!"

And without warning, I feel the whip on my ass again and Natasha's laugh, now close to my ear.

"Are you having fun, love?" She takes the ball out of my mouth.

"You motherfucker, when I get out of here..."

“Hey, don't be naughty, slave! She laughs as she puts the ball in my mouth.

"Thank you so much, ma'am, I think you can return my slave to me."
He's had too much fun,” says Wanda. "Are you sure you don't want me to look for a shocking butt plug?"

"It'll be for the next time!" If he's naughty, we're definitely going to want that ass-shock thing!

- Very well!

Finally Wanda lets go of me and before I can take off my mask and confront her—and maybe even get her fired—she's already out of sight.