Dance with the Devil: Part 1 (Bundle)

By T.L. Tate

Volume Description:
This book is the complete bundle of the first 6 stories of the Dance with the Devil series. This series explores the world of blackmail, domination and adult relationships. Chase King wants nothing more than to sail off into the sunset with his boss, Samantha Knox. Unfortunately for him, his co-worker, Mindy Keller won't let him have his fairytale ending.
Through manipulation and mind-altering pleasure Chase is ushered through unknown doors that leave him begging for more. On the other side of those doors are pain, humiliation, pleasure, love and happiness. The only problem is there are constant obstacles preventing him from obtain true love.
Series Description:
Chase King works very hard at his job. His greatest motivation is his sexy boss Samantha Knox. Since he began working under her a few years ago, she has been at the center of his fantasies. After finally building the courage to pursue Samantha, Chase's efforts are interrupted by a bothersome and manipulative coworker, Mindy Keller.
Mindy has a reputation as being a major witch and a penchant for bad behavior. Once she finds out about Chase's relationship with Samantha, Mindy decides to blackmail Chase. He is thus pulled into a world of female domination, sexual pleasure, manipulation, and physical and emotional abuse.
Chase does everything in his power to keep Mindy's spiteful gaze away from Samantha, even though this means obeying every selfish whim of his tormentor. Throughout his captivity he begins to find weak spots in Mindy's armor. This leads to questions about the true nature of the woman that appears to be no more than a devil in a dress. Chase struggles to find a way out of his blackmailer's grasp but what he eventually discovers causes him to question all of his previously held beliefs.
Is there a way out of this forced and messy liaison? And if there is will there be anything to return to once he does?

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.L. Tate
• Release date: Jan 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310918919

T.L. Tate

I love books. It has been a dream of mine since I was a child to author a book. A couple of years I gave it a try. It's hard work and I'm still learning but despite that...I love it! I love creating new worlds and falling in love with the characters that I create. I love hearing from fans or watching the downloads of my books increase. I love it because I know that in some way, I'm reaching someone that I wouldn't have before. Being an author is a great gift and I'm grateful to have the opportunity to share my stories with the world.

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Dance with the Devil

Part 1

Volumes 1-6

By T.L. Tate

Copyright 2015 by T.L. Tate

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters are 18 years or older

Table of Contents

Volume 1

Volume 2

Volume 3

Volume 4

Volume 5

Volume 6

About the Author

Connect with Me

Related Stories

May the Fates guide you.

T.L.

Dance with the Devil

Volume 1

The lights have gone off again. I looked up from my computer screen, my eyes blurry and tired from staring at the screen for so long. This was the fourth time this week that I have been here after everyone else has left for the day. I’ve been putting in overtime like crazy the last 4 months and this was just another example of the annoyances of being here well past quitting time.

Even the cleaners have left and security was reduced to a minimum. Simply one overweight security guard would be sitting at the security desk, probably playing some game on his phone. After 6, motion detectors control the lights. Therefore, the lights will turn off if nothing moves for a while. It usually happens every 45 minutes. It acts as my own personal coo-coo clock.

Rubbing my eyes, I stood up and stretched. I got up and walked up and down the aisle until the motion detectors noticed me. Once the lights turned on I headed to the break room to grab a cup of water.

I’m so fucking tired! Looking at the clock it was just after 9. I had been here for over 12 hours, minus an hour lunch. The overtime was great when I got my paychecks. But at that moment I felt like shit. If I was dating someone she would be pissed I was spending so much time at work. Hell, if I were dating someone I would be spending more time between her legs than working extra hours doing report after endless report. However, as it stood, I was single. So I either save my money or blow it on something stupid. Feeling sorry for myself I went back over to my desk.

Thinking about being single was depressing, but not as depressing as knowing I was spending my early 30’s going on multiple dates with none of them making it as far as a second date. The girls were cute and in many cases, they were interesting. They wanted someone who could offer them security and make them happy. This roughly translated into a man who had his shit together. I do have my shit together—if only my priorities were a little skewed. Unfortunately, we never had much chemistry so I never pursued a second date.

But my pockets and my retirement account weren’t the only things that were growing. My sexual frustration was at an all time high. I hadn’t had sex in over 7 months and I was beginning to find almost every female in my office attractive. Just earlier today, Martha, a 60-something pre-retiree came over to my desk for help on using Access. As I glanced at her drooping H cups I started to fantasize about motor-boating them.

To say I was sexually frustrated was an understatement.

The worst was my boss, Samantha Knox. When she hired me 5 years ago, she was a skinny and fit 30 year old and one of the youngest managers our company had. She was a knock out from the bottom to the top. I spent many nights jacking-off to fantasies of doing her every which way imaginable. I would come to work the next day only to find her at her desk and I would get an instant hard-on when I walked passed her. I was constantly nervous because slacks and briefs only hide so much. If she wanted to, I’m sure she could see how excited I got just from being close to her.

In the 5 years I worked under her, she put on about 10 pounds. She stayed fit but the extra weight went to her hips, her ass and her breasts. She reminds me of those Renaissance women—their bodies sexier by having some additional curves. I don’t know or care what other guys thought about her figure, I think she is damn sexy. My fantasies of her are made all the more exciting by her new curves. I hope she never loses them.

By the time I made it back to my desk I no longer had the drive needed to stay. So I packed up my stuff and headed home. When I made it home I ate a late dinner then went to one of the many porn sites in my favorites list and searched MILFS. I scanned the available videos until I found a woman whose body reminded me of Samantha’s. After I found her I searched for a POV video of her and settled into my desk chair. I was still hungry, but instead of food I hungered for a sexual release. I masturbated to the woman getting plowed until I came three times. Temporarily satisfied, I headed into the shower then to bed.

The next day I was tired from a lack of sleep but I felt oddly refreshed after cumming so much the night before. But when I saw Samantha leaning over her desk reading a document—her huge tits hanging down and the upside-down triangle of her cleavage, which was framed by her long brown curls—my hunger returned. So that she knew I was there, I cleared my throat as I walked up to her. I didn’t want her to catch me drooling over her. She looked up at me, her gray eyes lighting up.

Good morning, Chase! I was just going over your report from last night regarding our recent acquisition. It looks great, and very thorough.

Thanks, Samantha! How is your morning? I enjoyed making small talk with her. It gave me an excuse to get close to her. Sometimes when she came to my desk to speak with me our closeness allowed me to feel the heat from her body. That, mixed with the smell of her perfume, always made me rock hard. I had to make sure I had something in my lap at those times, or else she would get a little surprise if she looked down.

It’s going pretty well so far. I have a meeting I have to run to, but it looks like it will be a pretty slow day. Since you’ve been putting in so much OT why not take off early today.

The thought of not being able to see her made my stomach drop, but I couldn’t think of a good excuse to stay. Yeah, sure. I have just a few pieces of work to do but I should be gone around lunch.

She smiled brightly, her eyes gleaming. Great! Well, I’ll see you later! Then she was moving swiftly around her desk to the door. I didn’t have the time to step out of her way so I squeezed against the door. She edged past me, our bodies were close enough in the doorframe that we touched as she passed me. Her breasts slid right across my chest as she continued to smile; apparently unaware of how her body was touching mine or of how she was affecting me. My dick sprang to life immediately. She didn’t linger so I assumed she didn’t notice. Well at least I hoped she didn’t notice. As she walked away I watched her hips swing in her black pencil skirt, her plump ass slightly stretching the skirt’s material.

Well at least I’ll have a good image to jerk-off to later.

I had already started fantasizing about bending her over, and by the time I made it to my desk my cock was so hard it was uncomfortable to walk. Thank the gods there was no one there yet or they would have seen the tent in my slacks.

The day proved to be busier than anticipated. By 10 o’clock people were running around with their heads cut off. Fortunately, all of my work was done due to the overtime I had been working and I could have left for the day but knew I would be needed here. I wasn’t surprised when Samantha came by my desk just before lunchtime.

Hey Chase. Do you have a minute? Her pink lips were curved in tight smile. I could tell she was going to say something she really didn’t want to say.

Sure thing Samantha! Her tits swayed as she came to an abrupt stop. Just from her movements I knew she was frustrated by something. She was usually so graceful but now her gait was choppy. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts helping them to defy gravity to ridiculous proportions.

I know I said you could cut out early, but Paula and Greg really screwed the pooch on their client evaluations and now we’re stuck with clients that can’t foot the bill. Today is quickly shaping into a disaster. If you could stay and help out, I would really appreciate it.

Her pink lips were pouty. I didn’t know whether or not she was doing it on purpose to try to manipulate me. If she was then she didn’t need to try so hard, just being able to spend more socially approved time with her was all the motivation I needed to stay a few more hours. With her standing so close to me, my mind quickly went over all the nasty and dirty things I did to her last night in my fantasies. I felt a bulge growing. Before I embarrassed myself, I blurted out the answer she was waiting for.

As I looked up at her, her eyes were darting from my engorged member back up to my face. It happened so fast I didn’t know if what I saw was what I saw. Her cheeks had a slight flush.

Sure! I wouldn’t mind helping out. Just email me the work pathway and I’ll jump on it.

She seemed visibly relieved, and I noticed her shoulders relax. Thanks so much, Chase! You’re a lifesaver. I’ll get you the information in a little bit. She turned to leave, but not before I felt her eyes linger on the expanse of my strong shoulders and chest, I saw her eyes flicker quickly to my groin. My little man was offering her a full-length salute. Her ass swayed a little more as she walked away. I was staring so intensely that I needed a napkin to wipe the saliva from the corners of my mouth.

~

The workload was intense, but after rebuilding from the ground up I was able to correct the initial errors and build a proposal for review. I should get a raise. I mumbled to myself as I stumbled, bleary-eyed, towards the coffee pot.

I heard the sounds of a heated conversation. The hushed tones made me pause. From the musical voice I knew it was Samantha.

I don’t know what your problem is! If you don’t want to be with me then get the fuck out!

I rounded the corner to catch her tossing her phone on the counter, disgust twisting her pretty face. She didn’t notice me enter the kitchenette. I waited until she felt my presence.

When she did, she turned to me, a bemused expression on her face. She knew I had witnessed her outburst just as she must’ve known that I wouldn’t push for details. There wasn’t much to wonder about. Another sour relationship, they happen often enough.

Hey Chase! How’s all that work going?

I stepped closer to her, I wanted to feel her body heat and smell her soft fragrance of jasmine, if only a little. It was fine. I said nonchalantly. I didn’t want to let her know how much trouble it had actually been. I’ve got it all figured out. I will print it out for you and have it on your desk in ten.

Her gray eyes widened, she practically had to pick her jaw off the counter. What? How is that possible? I saw the work, it should have taken you at least two days!

I just shrugged my shoulders, my chest slightly puffed out. I felt great knowing I could come to her rescue, the proverbial knight in shining armor. Its no big deal.

Mmmhmm. If you say so. Gosh, you need a raise! I don’t know how we would make it by without you. I don’t want you to start thinking about getting another job.

And leave all this glory?

That made her laugh. It was the sound of crystals falling on leaves. It was a lovely sound. Glory...sure!

What? Who wouldn’t want to spend a day fixing someone else’s mistakes? I thought that’s what teams were for.

Maybe. Now honestly, what can I do to make it up to you?

The question was innocent. But the slight hunger in her eyes mixed with our light flirting emboldened me.

Come on. Ask her out. If you ask her now there is no way she would refuse.

Well if I could ask you for something...

Yes?

I heard there is this new restaurant on the east side of town. I’ve been told, they have jazz and great food.

Yeah? She turned to face me completely, her body language telling me she was open to my suggestion.

This is it!

I was wondering...

Just say it you sissy!

I was wondering if you...knew exactly where it was.

Shit! I’m not a knight...I’m a chump!

She seemed slightly disappointed. No, I have never been. But I have always wanted to try it.

Come on, it’s now or never. She’s giving me another shot.

Well why don’t we find it together? Do you like jazz music?

I do. I love it actually!

Great, you can pay me back by going to dinner with me. I smiled feeling triumphant.

The feeling quickly dissolved. I would love to go. But we have a strict policy about workplace fraternization. I can’t go out with one of my employees.

Oh. I felt the building excitement in my chest wither away like bonfire tinder. It left me feeling hallowed-out.

Yeah, I’m sorry. I would really love to. She touched my arm. Her hand was light but warm. Really. I would really love to go. She held my stare. I felt as if she wasn’t just trying to let me down easy. I appreciated her honesty.

It’s okay, I understand. Rules are rules. But it sucks a little.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Well, I’ll grab my coffee, then I will go send you the work.

She scooped up her phone and tucked it in her portfolio. Don’t bother, I don’t want to go back into my office right now. I’m sure there is a line of people waiting to corner me just to ask fifty million questions about things they should already know. I’ll just come to your desk and you can show me there.

I was surprised but I accepted. As we made our way back over to my desk, we made small talk about the new clients we are trying to land.

So Chase, how much overtime have you been pulling lately?

Usually a few hours a night. Why?

No reason, I’m just curious. You’re a great help to me. I just don’t want this place to take over your life.

I can appreciate that. But I don’t do it for the job. I do it for another reason. That reason, however, I kept to myself. Nothing creeps a girl out more than you gushing about your crush on her.

When we made it back to my desk I sat down and unlocked my computer. My cubicle wasn’t small, but anyone working in a cubicle knows how cramped you can feel when there is more than one person in it. Her flowery perfume filled my senses. I was lost in my intoxication of her presence. The fact that the company forbade inner office dating almost made me want to quit. But if I did, there was no guarantee she would date me, and if I didn’t have a guarantee, I didn’t want to risk not seeing her again.

After signing into my computer I pulled up the documents. I displayed them on the desktop so it would be easy to navigate. Then I heard the gentle swishing of cloth and the faint smell of jasmine. Samantha was leaning over my shoulder looking at the screen. Her hair tickled my nose, but I didn’t dare move. I was afraid to breathe; worried I would break the spell.

I felt her heavy breasts rub the back of my shoulder. I reached for the mouse at the same time that she did. Her hand fell on top of mine. We didn’t pull away immediately. I didn’t pull away because I wanted to feel her touch. I wasn’t sure why she didn’t pull away. I looked at her small hand on top of my large hand. Her pale skin was like milk to my dark ebony skin. It was a striking contrast.

My cock was straining against my pants. The slightest movement and I felt like I would bust a seam. Then Samantha slowly pulled her hand back. She used her other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. She turned to me and smiled.

Excuse me. May I?

It took a moment for me to realize she was actually speaking English. The blood had not yet made its way back up to my brain. Oh! Uh sure! I got up and offered her my seat.

I stood behind her, watching her small hand work the mouse while her head remained still, reading the information in front of her. I wasn’t so close that it would be considered creepy or lecherous. But I was close enough to afford myself a good view down her blouse, into her cleavage.

She was smooth. She didn’t act like she was aware of my presence, as if she were only focused on the information in front of her. But by the placement of her body I knew that she was fully aware of my presence and my closeness to her. I watched as the milky skin of her chest gave way to a red flush.

God! I wanted her so bad my teeth were nearly chattering. After she finished she turned in the chair to face me. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to react or cover myself. She was met, eye-level, by the view of my erect prick pitching a tent in my slacks.

Her eyes widened. Oh!

I was mortified. I prayed that the ground would open up and swallow me right then and there. She stayed that way for a moment, eye-to-cock. Her hand twitched as if she wanted to touch it but didn’t dare. I stepped back, giving her room to flee if she wanted to. She stood slowly, her eyes reluctantly moved from my manhood up my stomach and chest, passed my strong jaw into my eyes. This time, when I looked into her eyes, I felt more naked than if I was actually devoid of clothing. It was as if, in that moment, she read my mind and saw every single little dirty and filthy thing I thought about doing to her. I felt completely exposed. Her eyes were unreadable.

Then slowly, she stepped closer to me. Closing the distance between us. Her hand fell on my chest and her breasts fell on my stomach. Her hand moved to my arm, her fingers dancing along my detailed triceps. There was smoke coming off of her gray eyes. In that moment I forgot where we were. I forgot everything except for the fact that my adult crush was dangerously close to me. I tried to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember her touch, her dress, and her scent. Everything.

Then impossibly she tilted her head back, her eyes slightly closed and her lips puckered. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’ve wanted this for so long that I thought I was dreaming. But dream or not, I had practiced this moment so often in my fantasies I knew exactly what to do.

Without a moments hesitation I bent forward and pulled her soft lips to mine. She immediately melted into me, moaning into my mouth. For a moment it felt like I was floating. There wasn’t a care in the world that could have dragged me back down to Earth. Nothing was more important than this moment. Ever so quietly she moaned into my mouth. I placed my hands on either side of her hips and pulled her into me more. My hard dick was pressing into her stomach. I felt her body heat radiating in crashing waves around my prick. The feeling was incredible.

Just when I thought about ripping off her clothes she broke the spell. It was as if she had just realized what happened and the trance was lifted. She stepped back. Shock and shame flashed across her face.

I’m so sorry, Chase. I shouldn’t have. I mean I wanted to, but I just shouldn’t have.

I stepped closer to her. She took an involuntary step back. I stopped short, hands raised, defensive. It’s okay. I understand. It was a one time thing.

She bit her bottom lip while she glanced to the side. She squared her shoulders and looked back at me, her face defiant.

Just when she started to say something, Mindy, the office witch with a capital-B, came around the corner.

Samantha! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you. I need your help on the 423q’s. She breezed into my cubicle, which, if it was small before with two people, the presence of Mindy made it unbearable.

Oh hello, Chase. How are things? Her tone was disinterested. Like I gave a fuck though. I just wanted her gone.

Fine Mindy. How about yourself? I replied, a sour note affecting my tone.

Ignoring me she turned her attention back to Samantha. Can you come with me? I’m really in a bind.

Sighing, Samantha replied. Sure. Before they left she turned back to me, Sorry, Chase. We’ll have to talk later.

Sure, no problem Samantha. Mindy shot me an odd look as they left. I didn’t know what it meant. No one really knew what any of her looks meant. And I didn’t care; at that moment I could still feel the pressure of Samantha's body against mine. I was in heaven.

But I quickly descended into hell.

Shortly after Samantha was whisked away by Mindy, I received an email from her. Samantha asked me to email a copy of the documents I had been working on then said I could go home for the day. I hated not being able to see her or hear her voice, but truth be told I was also a little nervous about running into her again. I don’t think I would have had the will power to keep my hands off of her.

As I entered the elevator I slouched against the wall. As the door began to close a small tanned hand shot between the doors stopping its progress.

In walked Satan.

Mindy? I couldn’t be more surprised if a two headed walrus burst out of the light bulb.

She stepped closer, her gait predatory