His Toy In Bed

"I really should be getting home," I said for the hundredth time.

I reluctantly followed my best friend Lizzie towards the entrance. This was apparently an exclusive night Club that she Just couldn't wait to introduce me to and had been bugging me about it all night.

"No! Come on. we're almost there," she said hurriedly. She grabbed my arm and began dragging me past the line of young women dressed in... Well, absolutely nothing really.

To give them credit they had a few scraps on mostly in the form of gothic corsets and cloth that was supposed to be miniskirts even though they barely made it to the cloth category.

"Wannabees." Lizzie spat out in disgust. "And how are we any different?" I asked as gestured to our outfits, she had insisted we wear.

Though I have to admit the green lace corset she shoved me into did emphasize the green in my eyes, what little there was: but it also greatly emphasizes my bust and believe me at a D cup size that is not exactly a good thing.

Also, i could do without the stiletto stripper heels that she insisted I wear as well. Luckily, I got away with the knee length skirt by refusing to come if she didn't let me cover my ass...sets. That alone made me stand out in a crowd of what she called wannabees'.

"Believe me when we get in there, you'll understand." she said mysteriously with a wink and a smile.

"And how are we going to get in?" I asked hesitantly, not really sure if i wanted to know.

A mischievous grin broke out on her face.

"Oh, you'll see." groaned. "How did i let you talk me into this? can barely see straight much less walk in these ridiculous heels you wanted me to wear tonight and noW you have me club crashing."

"Suck it up, Mia. You're going to love this. You are always complaining that your life is so boring.

Well. take a deep breath and get ready. I'm about to rock your world" said Lizzie.

I just rolled my eyes thinking that this was typical Lizzie, tell her black coffee was boring and she'd bring home a double chocolate mocha. She was the type of girl that made going Overboard an everyday occurrence. Me, I was steady, predictable.

if someone complained about boring coffee.

would hand them a new mug gave an inward sigh. that's how Lizzie talked me into

"leaving my comfort zone" and "exploring new options"or as she put it, "finding a man who could make your panties wet with just a glance".

There was no way I was going to tell Lizzie that despite my modest lifestyle, I was hoarding BDSM books secretly in the back of my closet. They had been sitting next to my nightstand.

these books being a recent addition to my romance collection, but my ex-boyfriend Charles had found them and when I confessed it was

something I had wanted to try he flipped out and called me a freak stating I needed help, then left.

As deep in my thoughts as I was. I hadn't even realized Lizzie had stopped until I ran into her back. In my normal outfit of jeans, a T-shirt. and comfy sneakers, I was ill coordinated at the best of times.

In three-inch. barely-there heels, and a tight skirt, my willpower was no match for my inherent klutziness. My behind found the ground, followed promptly by my head and that was all she wrote.

I came around slowly. kind of like floating back to reality. I heard sounds, but they seemed far away and muffled, as if i was under water.

My mind struggled back to the forefront as I cracked my eyes open slowly and painfully. My heart pounding as tried to figure out where I was and found I was momentarily thankful that was not in the hospital. That meant that the pain in my head felt worse than it actually was.

groggily looked around wishing my eyes would focus on something. anything. The room was dimly lit by what I quickly realized was a roaring fire that was off to the left-hand side making it hard to see although with my pounding head anything brighter would have made me throw up.

sat up slowly knowing fast movements were the quickest way to make me sick.

I gently rested my head in my hands as took several deep breaths to stave off the nausea that was threatening to rise in me. Since this was not the first time that had knocked myself out, I knew what was going on and thankfully it was only the second.

was sitting on a large couch. Well. i assume it was a couch. The brown leather monstrosity screamed 'I AM MAN': however, it was big enough to lie on comfortably. I looked around gingerly as the pounding in my head soon faded to a dull throb.

This room looked like either a library or a study :the walls were covered in shelves that were lined with books. I looked in front of me and my suspicions were confirmed when saw the desk across the room. It was also over-sized. but was almost spotless.

Was it ever even used? found myself wondering since the only things that were on it was a lamp and a pen holder.

Curiosity pulled me to my feet. however the dizziness that assaulted me caused me to sit down again and breathe deeply once more. i silently prayed that my own stupidity wouldn't cause me to embarrass myself anymore.

"Do not stand up again." said a deep voice from the doorway.

lifted my head. The shadow that encased the darkened doorway was large in every way and there was no doubt in my mind that it was the owner of this over-sized room. He stalked closer until he towered above me, causing me to crane my neck so I could keep track of him. This giant

shadow of a man unnerved me.

I felt my breath catch as fear, anxiety, and

fascination warred with each other inside me.

"Do you realize how stupid that little stunt was?" The shadow growled.

Oh shit. This giant of a man was really pissed.

"I'm really sorry if I've caused you any inconvenience. If you'll tell me where my

friend is then I'Il get her and you'll be rid of me." I said trembling.

Fear tinged with excitement was coursing through me still and my rational mind became confused with my imagination as to whether or not this man was real or just playing the starring role in my naughtiest BDSM dreams.

Just like there was no way to doubt how my body was reacting to just his voice. I had no doubt in my mind that this man was a Dom through and

through. As to whether he was a practicing one. I left it to my mind's imagination.

"I was talking about you walking around in those blasted shoes you were wearing. You are extremely lucky you didn't break your fucking ankle in those shoes. As it is. you most likely suffered a concussion. Where did you get the audacity to think that you could do that and pull it off?" he growled as he stalked closer to me.

"I didn't. honestly. I begged Lizzie not to make me wear them, but she said they made my legs look good and guys wouldn't be able to keep their hands of them and seeing as i haven't been laid in a while-" I gasped and then slapped my hand over my mouth.

He came close enough that i could see his face finally. Despite my eyes refusing to work properly, the one part of his face that could see perfectly was his lips.

They were full but set in a harsh disapproving line. An irrational need to drop to my knees and plead for forgiveness for whatever did to cause him displeasure swept through me.

"Oops."I whispered. "So. you wore those horrible heels just to attract a man. You were hoping to please someone enough that you would get their

attention?" nodded emphatically.

"I see. Well. now you have my attention. what are your plans for it?" he asked softly, the husky note in his voice evident.

My eyes chose that instant to work, and was immediately snared by his eyes. they were dark, bordering on black and with the poor light in the room. i couldn't see any real color. All I knew was that they were intense. This was what Lizzie had

been talking about, with one look this man had me melted into a bundle of fervent nerves and wild arousal.

wondered what he would do If I leaned forward just a bit more and pressed my lips against his.

Unable to silence the compulsion in my head. closed my eyes and began to do just that when the door burst open.

"Master Reed. the ambulance is finally here. i told them to come around the back said a woman from the doorway.

He straightened and turned to her, "Thank you. pet , Now go back to your Master and Tell him i said you may have a reward. " She gave an excited gasp, "Oh! Thank you. Master, thank you." gave a giggle, "She called you Master."

"Yes, and that is what you will be calling me when we play,"he said, the certainty in his voice implied that we would play and for a moment ll believed him with all my heart.

He stared at me longer than necessary, as if he was reluctant to let me go from his sight. then sighed and picked me up, "But today is not that day. your health is vital to playtime."

He after he set me down gently on the back stairs he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card and handed it to me.

"Here is my number. When you get out of the hospital and are sober, give me a call. Then we'll discuss your lack of attention." he said before kissing my cheek as the paramedics came up the steps and began checking me out.

For a while I was so busy answering the

paramedics questions and being looked at.

that by the time I looked up to find him. saw my savior had disappeared into thin air.

I Felt a ping of loss twist my heart, but I shook it off when saw Lizzie bounding up to me looking as if she had a monster chasing her.

She had tear-streaks down her cheeks and a worried expression on her face, only after they assured her that l'd be just fine that they just wanted me for observation did Lizzie begin to calm down and we immediately started tossing jokes and insults at each other.

She even convinced one of the EMTs to take a pic of us before they helped me down the stairs.

"To commemorate the moment," she proclaimed.

When l woke up the next morning. everything about the night before was really hazy.

I only vaguely remembered the man and knew he'd given me his card, and if l said half of what I thought I said, there was no way | could ever look him in the eyes again. So.I threw the card away and left the hospital putting all the thoughts of a dark Master right out of my head.

"Did you see him?" Chrissy said, leaning against the door jamb of my windowless office.

"Who?" l asked, barely even bothering to look up from my computer.

Chrissy was one of those office girls that believed the only way to improve her position was to flirt or sleep with any male that would be able to advance her position.

Since she was my supervisor, a position she shoved in my face as often as she could, and she started a year after i did then would have to say she must have been pretty active.

So even though i knew who she was talking about, I also knew it irritated her to no end that she thought I was only half-listening to her.

"Oh my God. Mia. Could you be any more oblivious?" she spouted with undisguised contempt.

She was. of course, talking about Reed Callaghan the new owner of 'Bean Me'. We were the largest coffee bean distributor in Oregon. It was where l'd worked as an underpaid slave.

mean a secretaries' assistant. I was Chrissy's assistant, and my job was to help her with research, typing. scheduling and coffee making.

Actually, I wasn't even sure Chrissy even knew how to use a computer, coffee maker or a book for that matter, so in the end pretty much did her job anyway.

"Ah yes." I said as i finally turned to her. "The big wig that is coming down from Seattle to add us to his collection."

l'd heard rumors of Reed Callaghan; he had been known to buy out whatever company he wanted to then turn it around and sell it for profit.

I wasn't too worried about him based on his history. I was sure he wouldn't be around here much longer. His home company was based in Seattle, and I've read in the tabloids that he has an eclectic group of companies all over the continent, everything from nightclubs to grocery stores to major corporations and now a coffee bean house.

He was also known to be a collector of women. He has never seen with the same one twice and he's apparently reported to have great prowess in the bedroom.

I allowed myself one girly moment to imagine what it would be like for a man like him to take an interest in me, but I shook my head, that was never going to happen.

"Aren't you the least bit interested in him ? Apparently. he's a ten on the 'fucking scale," said Chrissy with a predatory grin and a blatantly calculating look in her eye.

She was quoting the scale that the other girls in the office, including her, had made up to rate our male co-workers. So, Chrissy had found her new conquest. had she? And| wasn't really surprised: seeing as there was hardly any man in that place

she hadn't at least kissed.

"I apologize that I refuse to be excited by the fact that, yet another man is coming into this place that will be conned by your..."I searched my mind to find the right word.

waved my hand at her cleavage which at this moment was straining inside the confines of her button-down shirt that was so tightly stretched over her chest that I wasn't sure if the top four buttons had been left open on purpose or if they

themselves had finally given up the fight.

lt did. however, give one an unobstructed view of the previously mentioned cleavage.

"They're called breasts." she said as she flipped aside her, perfectly styled. obviously dyed. blond hair.

"I know what they are called. Chrissy," I snapped at her. did not even want to get into her pitiful excuse for a white skirt.

I just counted my lucky stars that she was not sitting in front of me at that moment because then would have seen way more than l ever wanted to.

As it was, I could see perfectly that the red thong she was wearing had a little bow on it. i knew that was the exact reason for that little fashion faux pas.

laid my head in my hands and counted to ten feeling my patience worn thin. I begged fate silently for some sort of intervention.

"Hey. chatty heads." Lizzie said happily. She casually pushed her way through the door causing Ms. Breasts to stand up straight, which she did with a huff.

I always wondered how Chrissy never realized those of us underneath her didn't really treat her with the same respect we did any of the other superiors. Although, with how she generally dressed, it's probably safe to say respect was the last thing on her mind.

"What do you want. Lizzie?" Chrissy snapped.

"Hi." Lizzie smiled devilishly back at her. "Chrissy, you're looking sufficiently whorish today. really hope it wasn't on Mr. Callaghan's account. I'm afraid to say he's gay." Chrissy's mouth dropped open as horror rapidly filled her eyes.

"That's... that's impossible.. the tabloids, they would have said something." Lizzie just gave a shrug.

"I just met Mr. Callaghan's boyfriend out in the hall, big guy, very jealous. I saw him glaring daggers at Michael when he caught Michael checking out Mr. Callaghan's butt." Chrissy turned seven shades of red, then paled and ran out of the room.

"You know, she's really got to get over her homophobia," Lizzie said shaking her head in disgust.

"It's not homophobia. She just doesn't like any man she can't sleep with. And I know you lied to her that Mr. Callaghan is gay." She managed to look suitably offended.

"I did not lie: Michael did mention a boyfriend. But l will admit the phrase might have been 'My boyfriend glared at me when mentioned what a nice ass my new boss has',I really could have been mistaken."

laughed at the mischievous look on her face. I knew that she had done it in the hope that Chrissy would completely screw up before she managed to seduce the new boss into keeping her or, God forbid promoted her.

"So, what's the real reason you barged in here? Not that I'm not thankful to you for saving me from Chrissy," I asked, moving papers around on my desk.

"We have an employee meeting in 10 to meet the new boss." Lizzie said as she turned to leave.

groaned harshly with frustration and just barely caught myself from banging my head against the desk.

Because of Chrissy and a missing report, I was

way behind on my morning work and now with the employee meeting it would put me even further behind. I rubbed my eyes, what a horrible day this was turning out to be and it was only nine o'clock.

With another truly irritated sound rolling off my lips, i got up and began gathering my equipment. my laptop to take notes on , my cell phone and my very necessary coffee.

Walking through the office as briskly as I could, my eyes snagged a man standing over in the corner of the meeting room chatting with Lizzie. When she looked over at me and wiggled her eyebrows, I couldn't help but smile.

This man was nothing short of prince-charming-handsome, that is if prince charming were ever an ex-navy seal and looked like he could wrestle a bear with his bare hands.

That was something had no doubt this man could do, and he had to be ex-military something. with the way his blonde hair was trimmed close to this head and his eyes seemingly not missing anything. He was almost a full 4 inches taller than Lizzie if she had not been wearing her classic three-inch stilettos.

His smile was so gorgeous. it has probably been known to stop a heart or two in his time and helped to soften the hard edges of his features.

i sighed, Lizzie was so lucky, a man like that would never notice me even if I ran straight into him.

Suddenly something slammed into me, causing me to drop my laptop and my phone while, to my horror, my coffee went flying everywhere. What with how unforgiving this wall of flesh was I didn't realize for a moment or two that it was an actual person, Soon .

I found myself wishing desperately for him to be made from plaster as my ears were assaulted

with more curse words than have ever heard in my life.

looked down at my coffee-drenched blouse. thanking the fates vehemently that had decided to wear a black shirt that day. The only thing that would be ruined was my beige pants. but at least l'd still be modestly covered.

I took a deep breath and gathered all my courage together to look up into a solid six pack chest that was clearly defined through a coffee-soaked shirt. Oh. be still my heart, what a sight that was. I felt my thighs clinch as the unbidden thought of tracing those with my tongue drifted through my head.

My eyes joyfully followed that rock solid chest up devouring every detail that was on display from the wet shirt before coming to rest to strong.

broad shoulders that just begged a woman to rest her head on them.

As soon as our eyes met. I was sucked into his. They were dark blue and intense, and flashing right now with anger. However. would have given anything to see them light up with pleasure and to be inflamed with a wicked desire to take me to my breaking point and beyond.

This awe-inspiring man was the epitome of every Dom in all those books I had guiltily hidden in my closet, his very aura was nothing short of inspiring control and he projected dominance and sensuality that probably drew the women to him like flies.

This man was Reed Callaghan, and that realization melted into me through the deep fog that fermented my mind. I could not bring myself to panic as continued to marvel at this heart throbbing man standing in front of me.

"Are you done yet?" barked the object of my lewd fascination His voice rang a bell deep inside me.

This was a voice I had heard somewhere before.

and I couldn't help the sense of déjà vu that swept through me: all too soon like in a movie the sounds came rushing back to me and all around me heard people whispering.

felt someone grasp my elbow and turned to see Mr. Jones. my boss. glaring at me, his anger and embarrassment coming at me in waves. I had a morbid thought that if he didn't say something soon, he might die of asphyxiation given how red his face was turning.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Callaghan." he stuttered out between clenched teeth. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Callaghan. sir," I echoed finally finding my voice.

quickly reached over to grasp some Kleenex from a desk nearby and started trying to pat dry his shirt. Then bent and began to pat dry his pants.

"This is entirely my fault. I was hurrying and not watching where i was going and.... and... and I'm sure the stain will come out. But if not, I know a wonderful dry cleaner , they can get anything out even blood. I know that for a fact...I Mean. not that I've done anything bad, just that I trip a lot, and the women who runs it is such a Sweetheart and always so helpful so if you'd like me to, i can take this down there in a-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. WOMAN. BE QUIET!" Mr. Callaghan shouted. All the whispers ceased immediately, and my mouth snapped shut, almost making me bite my tongue, as my gaze flew up to connect with his again.

"Please remove your hand." he said slowly through gritted teeth. I looked down at the object of his objection and realized that the hand that had been patting him dry was still sitting over a certain part of his anatomy that was plainly no longer flaccid.

I hastily jerked my hand away feeling my cheeks

burning with mortification. "Stand up," he growled. I did hurriedly. relieved to notice that I did so with far more grace than 've ever had in my life.

"I'm so sorry i... ..." I stuttered trying to think of something else to say besides I'm sorry' and stumbled back away from him to relieve my aching neck from having to stare up at the very tall, very big. very angry, figure in front of me.

To my misfortune ended up backing right into Mr. Jones. who promptly grabbed my arm in a grip I was fairly sure would leave bruises in the morning. Although. I wasn't sure if he was trying to steady me or to stop me from stepping on his foot, again.

"Just stop talking." Mr. Callaghan said. holding up his hand.

"You and I will have a conversation later about employee safety, but for right now just gather up your things and go."

"Yes, Sir," I said my shoulders sagging as he turned and left with the man that Lizzie had been talking to in the corner.

"Ms. Johnson. I will see you in my office now," Mr. Jones said in my ear.

nodded in agreement. though not lifting my gaze up as i realized my company laptop and phone had hit the floor and both had gotten a good dose of coffee.

The phone could be replaced thanks to the

accident replacement plans they all had on them and thankfully I still had my own phone back at my desk. but the laptop had all of my work on it and none of which could replace immediately. My life was ruined.