Slowly he tugged on the metal fastening. He wore boxers and his shaft sprung free as soon as the zipper was lowered. It was reddish-purple with thick and well-defined veins.
She saw the drop of cum at the tip.
“Hands behind your back, Serenity.”
It was a position of confinement. An acknowledgement of submission. It also served to arch her back and put her breasts on display.
He looked down at her, serene, the obvious pleasure on his face.
Her head swam at the implications of such a strong man lording over her, taking control of her body, her sex life. She wouldn’t go that far, would she?
He’d said he was just getting started. How much more could there be? After tonight…
She kissed the tip of him, timidly, instinctively.
There was a drop of cum, she licked it, dabbing her tongue.
He smoothed his hand over her hair, in praise perhaps. The way one would praise a pet…a slave?
Ross Lassiter be damned! She was no one’s slave.
He tasted so good, her tongue running along the underside of him, along the thick, protruding vein, all the way up to the sac of his balls. Thick and heavy and full of semen. Thick, warm and ready. Ready for her…
Would he want to come in her mouth? On her face? What would a dominant do in a case like this?
Anything he wanted. Ha ha, there, she’d made a joke. Not very funny, though.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said.
She wasn’t afraid! She was…free-willed. Was that the word?
He was just so beautiful, though, like a man should be, erect and proud, utterly shameless and ready.
Tentatively she opened her lips, just to taste, just the head of him for a second. No harm in that was there?
He liked it, so did she. The slight sigh encouraged her and next thing she knew she had taken an inch or more inside her mouth. His velvety hardness safely tucked between her cheeks.
“Good girl,” he said.
Unabashed, leaning herself forward, she took more of him, another inch of his hot, pulsing cock.
“Slowly,” he urged.
And she made it last, dreamily taking him deeper and deeper, further inside her world, her swirling tongue working around him, increasing his pleasure to fever pitch.
Would he lose control…finally?
“Enough,” he said.
Hands on her shoulders, figured. He helped her to her feet then lifted her into his arms.
“It’s time to take you to bed,” he announced. “Which way?”
Serenity beamed. “I thought you’d never ask.” She pointed down the hall.
He carried her then, effortlessly, to the bedroom as if she was little more than a rag doll.
“It’s very you,” Ross pronounced as he looked about Serenity’s sleeping chamber a few moments later.
It was surreal, lying here like this on her bed, nude, just as he had placed her, awaiting his pleasure as he took his time commenting on her décor.
“Pink and purple,” he said. “Bold, cute, feminine but not too girly.”
“I’m glad it meets your approval.”
He laughed. “Somehow I don’t think that’s genuine. But we’ll get you on board soon enough.”
She tried to scoot back as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed but he reached for her ankle. “That’s far enough,” he chastised, pulling her back toward him on her ass.
She gripped the brass rails of the headboard, causing her body to be pulled taut.
“You’re a natural for bondage,” he approved.
Realizing her position, she let go. Which of course played right into his hands.
His voice was a soft rasp now as he palmed her belly. “When I’m inside you, sweetheart, you’ll sing for me.”
She felt the sudden seizing in her belly, the hot flush of need. Oh god, she wanted him inside her. She needed it too, more than words could say.
“You can’t have me,” she declared.
He massaged her thigh. “I already do.”
Moaning, she arched her back.
“Open your legs.” It was a command.
“Please,” she croaked.
He tweaked her nipple. “Open them, Serenity. Wide.”
She closed her eyes and obeyed.
“Good girl,” he soothed.
The humiliation washed over her, like a warm delicious bath. Wicked as it was wonderful. She was being his obedient girl. The scandal. The horror.
“Look at me.” He was taking off his shirt. Undoing the buttons. He wore no undershirt and his bare skin was hairless, bronzed and smooth, like a Greek god.
“Give me your hand.” He took her wrist and placed the flat of her palm against his chest.
“You hear my heartbeat? That is what you do to me. That’s what it’s like to have my way.”
Serenity resisted begging, just barely. She did it with her eyes instead.
“You’d like to be fucked?”
“Yes,” she answered him, unabashed.
“Say it.”
“I’d like to…be fucked.”
“You may say, ‘I’d like to be fucked, Sir.’”
“I’d like to be fucked,” she whispered. “Sir.”
Hearing her pronounce the word seemed to give him an extra boost. Not bothering to remove his pants, he undid the belt, which he had hastily redone to bring her in here. His pants down around his thighs, he climbed on top of her. His thighs parted her legs even wider, making it impossible for her to close them again.
He plunged his cock slowly into her, no preamble.
She was ready. Tight and wet and hot.
“That’s good, sweetheart, that’s good.”
She melted softly for him, her muscles suctioning and welcoming him as he plunged the depths.
He found her wrists. Placing them overhead, he pinned them together, holding them with just one hand. With his free hand he explored her breasts.
She gasped, wriggling beneath him. It only increased the contact, augmenting the pleasure.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
Serenity did so, pushing her pelvis even closer.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Fuck yes.”
She could feel his cock swell. He was close to orgasm.
“Going to come,” he growled, lifting his ass and plunging himself back inside her to cause a massive explosion within her body.
He slammed himself home several more times and then he let loose. Pushing himself so deep she thought she would split apart as he pumped her full of his seed, hot thick jets of the stuff, filling her womb and opening her soul.
“If you come now,” he whispered fiercely in her ear. “I’ll punish you.”
Serenity was helpless to resist. If anything his strong words only propelled her, making her feel like the naughty, disobedient schoolgirl. She whimpered as her body unleashed the telltale signs.
Ross chuckled, as if it was exactly what he was hoping for.
The waves shocked their way through her body, a stolen pleasure made all the sweeter for the theft. She rocked and bucked her body but he held her firm.
He kissed her forehead, gentling her.
She sighed, in heaven.
He kissed each cheek then and met her eyes with his. His words were anything but consoling. “Time for your first spanking, little girl.”
“No,” said Serenity, but he bent to her nipple, placing it between his teeth, creating a sudden rush of pleasure mixed with mild pain.
The pressure put her over the top and she was coming again.
He pulled out his cock, abandoning her.
Turning her to her belly, he left her to push her body downward, shamelessly like an alley cat, rubbing, trying to increase the friction.
The crack of his hand woke her from her self-absorption.
“Oh,” she squealed. She called him a name, too.
He pinched her throbbing ass for that.
“S-sorry,” she moaned.
He gave her another blow, clean, to her right buttock this time. He was cupping his hand, delivering heat and stinging and lust all at once.
She wasn’t sure how exactly this was punishment. Did she dare ask for more?
Ross gave it to her anyway. Ten spanks in all, perfectly timed, perfectly mind blowing.
Then he did something even more amazing. Something she never thought a dominant man would do.
“This time,” he said as he flipped her over and slid himself down between her legs, his head disappearing. “I want you to come as often as you like.”
She would have no problem there. In fact she was pretty sure she was going to set a record.
Chapter Five
Somehow Serenity must have had the wherewithal to set the alarm.
It was like a nuclear assault warning invading her senses, the volume pushed way too high. Obviously she had anticipated having a hard time getting up.
For a moment she couldn’t remember and then it all came flooding back, everything she had done with Ross, all the wicked things that would make a stripper blush.
He had spanked her for heaven’s sake.
And he’d made her come about a gazillion times with that tongue of his, like a tiny sword aimed straight at her clit, stabbing and stabbing, an exploding universe of pleasure, endless supernovas.
How she’d squirmed for him, straining against his powerful, steady body, all the while wondering about the other part of this whole BDSM deal—the bondage.
When was he going to tie her up?
If at all.
She felt the empty spot beside her in the bed. Still warm but very much vacant.
Where had he gone? Without so much as a goodbye. She looked about for a note. Some clue he’d actually been here. Nothing.
Wonder turned now to anger. Was that all his special brand of loving added up to, just another one-night stand?
Well, to heck with him. Who needed Ross Lassiter? She was perfectly happy on her own. Self-sufficient. Balanced. Mature.
And lonely as hell.
She sighed and padded to the shower, needing to wash him off her, his scent, the dried fluids, the feel of him still inside her. The best sex she had ever had in her life. With the best-looking guy.
The shower water came down fast and hard. Enough to bring her to her senses, she hoped.
Her skin was still so sensitive. The soap felt like Ross’ hand, the way he had touched her belly, invaded her secret crevices. How could a man know a woman so well…after such little time spent together?
He’d wanted her as a slave girl. Which presumably meant one trip in her pants only.
Oh well, at least she would be able to tell Selia and TJ I told you so. She’d been right after all. Getting involved with the man had been a bad idea.
Serenity rubbed the bar of soap over her hips.
He had actually spanked her! He had told her he would and then he had. And he’d enjoyed it.
Unlike her who’d hated it. Yeah, right.
The corporal punishment, the implication of it much less the hot, crisp strokes of his hand had put her over the edge into a plunging ravine she’d never known was there.
On a whim she checked the phone after her shower.
Nothing.
As she’d expected.
Just let him even try to call, she thought. Let him so much as say hello to me and he will get a piece of my mind.
* * * * *
Serenity was on another line when Selia ran into her office, her face lit up like Christmas morning.
He’s on line one, she mouthed with her ruby lips, eyes glowing.
Serenity did her best to ignore her, which led Selia to step up her efforts. Now she was pantomiming.
“Jim, I’ll have to call you back,” said Serenity.
“Whew,” said Selia. “I thought you’d never be done.”
“I am done…with Jim and Ross both.”
“But…he sounds so cute,” said Selia. “You should hear him, he’s adorable.”
“Ross Lassiter is a lot of things,” Serenity countered. “Adorable is not one of them.”
Selia marched up to the desk. “I’ll put him on speaker for you.” Naturally she didn’t await permission. Next thing Serenity knew Ross’ voice filled the room.
“Serenity, is that you?”
Got to go, Selia mouthed, once more falling conveniently inaudible.
“Yes, Ross.” She tried to sound icy.
“I’ve missed you.”
“That’s what happens when you pull a disappearing act.”
“I’m here now, aren’t I?”
She hated him for being so unfazed. “Look, Ross, you got what you wanted last night, why don’t you quit while you’re ahead?”
“What are you wearing?” he wanted to know.
Her heartbeat quickened. He had to be kidding. “What am I wearing?”
“It’s a simple enough question.”
“None of your damn business, is that a simple enough answer for you?”
“Hmm,” he said. “Sounds like you want some more punishment.”
Snatching the receiver off the cradle, she killed the speaker. “Ross Lassiter, you have a lot of nerve calling me at all after this morning.”
“Did you not enjoy yourself?”
“That’s not the point. You took off on me. I hate that.” Serenity regretted revealing any real feelings like this but the man had a way of getting under her skin.
“I’m sorry you felt that way. It was time to go, that’s all.” It was far from an apology.
“So what was I to you—a warm place to put your dick for the evening?” she whispered fiercely.
His answer put her over the top. “Yes, Serenity, you were precisely that.”
Trembling she slammed down the phone.
Selia came running in.
“Not a word,” Serenity warned. “Not one bloody word.”
“But,” her assistant struggled. “It’s Ross, he’s back on the line.”
Serenity gritted her teeth. “What?” she demanded, trying not to yell into the receiver.
“Just because I enjoyed you sexually doesn’t mean I don’t see more,” said Ross. “You are beautiful and intelligent, I enjoy your company.”
“When you aren’t screwing me or spanking me, you mean.”
Ross asked her again what she was wearing.
This time she answered, god knows why. “A skirt suit,” he repeated. “And I assume you have on underwear.”
“You assume correctly.”
What game was he onto now?
“I want you to take your panties off for me.”
She laughed, though it was hardly funny. “Give me a break, I am at work.”
“I want you nude,” he said. “Under your skirt, I want you entirely free…for when you perform for me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You will remove your panties in preparation for when I call you back. At that time I will tell you to masturbate for me with your hand in your sweet and greedy little pussy.”
“You’re demented.”
“Am I? But you’re already thinking about it doing it and it turns you on. You want my permission.”
“I just want you to leave me in peace.”
“You will do all this for me today,” he said. “And tonight when you go home you’ll put the dress on, the black one. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to the club.”
She bit at her lower lip. “Forget it.” Did she sound forceful enough in her denial? No matter, a no was a no.
“Goodbye, darling.”
“Ross, wait!”
He was already gone. Now how was she going to tell him to forget the whole thing?
She stared a moment at the numbers on the phone. After a second’s thought she hit one on the speed dial.
If ever she needed an emergency Lucretia lunch it was today.
* * * * *
Lucretia sipped her chamomile, her bowl of tomato bisqu
e barely touched. If there was one thing you could not accuse the woman of it was gluttony.
Except perhaps when it came to eating her dining partner’s food.
“Are you going to eat that bread?” Lucretia wanted to know.
Serenity passed the wedge of rye across the quaint slate table, adding it to Lucretia’s own piece, barely nibbled.
“Lucretia, how can you think of food?” Serenity demanded. “My life is falling apart and it’s your fault.”
“My fault?” The woman looked wounded. “My dear girl, what would possess you to say such things? Am I not your greatest ally? Do I not include you in absolutely all my antics?”
“You do, but it’s this son of yours. Did you have to bring him into the world?”
She smiled. “Well, if you saw the father you’d hardly blame me.”
“I don’t need details.” Serenity covered her ears. “Just tell me, what’s the antidote?”
“For the Lassiter men? Oh, I’m afraid you’re screwed, honey, literally.”
Serenity frowned. “Well, at least give me ammunition.”
“Ammunition?” Lucretia’s brow shot up. “Now that does sound intriguing.”
“I need to know his weaknesses.”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you there, dear. I didn’t raise the fellow. His father did.”
Here’s where it gets messy, Serenity thought, but she had to find out.
“So was his father, you know…”
“Kinky?” Lucretia supplied. “Not unless you counted the need to always make love with a highball in his hand.”
“So he…drank.”
“Indeed. Probably explains Ross’ strong will. He had to rely on himself at a young age. The servants were there, his nanny and so on, but he had to comfort himself. I saw him every once in a while, but you know how I am with children. He was better off without me.”
Serenity could sense the emotion behind the bravado. “Do you ever regret not raising him?”
Lucretia laughed. “Oh darling, it wasn’t by choice. Old Ross Senior quite thoroughly excluded me. He wanted an heir not a barfly.”
“You were much more than that,” said Serenity. “And you know it.”
“You’re kind to say so. The thing is…Ross hates me. And I can’t say I blame him.”
“But you just got through saying it was his father’s doing that the two of you were separated.”
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