by Carson, Tori
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good girl. I don’t want you to hurt your neck. Put your forearms on the bed. Spread your legs. I’m going to take you hard.”
“You spoil me, Master.” She giggled. Since their anniversary, she caught herself smiling all the time. The world no longer sat on her shoulders. She was having fun. It didn’t matter what they were doing, she felt happy.
“I didn’t say you were coming, my bratty Angel.” Nick grabbed a pillow and positioned it under her breasts. “Ease your weight down on this. Then lock your hands behind your back. Keep your ass high in the air.”
“As you wish, Sir.” She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but she was more than willing.
“So compliant. Such a good subbie.” He ran his finger over her pussy. “Your clit is so responsive. She likes my attention.” Laura watched Nick squirt a bit of lube onto his fingers. “We’re going to play a little rough, subbie. Are you ready?”
Thrusting one finger then quickly adding a second into her pussy, he hooked his fingers downward toying with her G-spot. “Oh, yes, Sir.” As he hit home, Laura whimpered.
“My cock wants to be right here.” He stroked her G-spot. “Do you want to come, my beautiful Angel?”
“Yes, Sir. Please!”
“Then let me hear you. I will decide if you’ve earned it.” He sounded gruff like his control was teetering. Such a heady feeling. Powerful even.
Laura unlocked her jaw allowing more sound to escape. Even though their home was large by most standards, she’d always been nervous her children would hear her. Over the years, it became second nature to keep as quiet as possible. It took some adjustment to freely voice what her body was enjoying. In her own bed, it was easy to fall back into a familiar routine. “Please fuck me, Sir. I need to feel your cock inside me.”
Nick removed his fingers and wiped them on the sheet. Poised with the head of his cock just filling her entrance he asked, “Is this what you want, Laura?”
“Yes,” she moaned, “Please, Master, don’t tease me.”
Nick thrust balls deep then set a brutal pace. The harder he pumped into her the hotter she got. “Do you still want to come, Angel?”
Oh, God, did she ever! He was filling her so beautifully. His push-pull motions had her breasts rubbing against the pillow. It was so intense. “Yes, please, I need to come so badly, Sir.”
“You’re gonna have to work a little harder if you want to earn your release. Keep your hands locked. If you let go, I will not allow you to come and you will be punished.”
“I understand. Please, Sir, be generous with me.”
Nick laughed. “If morning sex makes Laura playful, that alarm will be ringing a bit earlier every morning.”
She hoped he’d make good on that threat!
“We’re going to train your ass to respond to a fucking.”
What did he mean by that? She took a swift breath to keep panic from taking over.
Using a plentiful supply of lube, he inserted his thumb in her ass.
Her brain still shouted this was wrong. But her body was getting used to it. His thumb slid in smoothly. It hardly burned. Playing with the plugs had helped stretch her muscles.
“Now we work on training your ass to accept and enjoy the feel of me stroking these tight muscles. We just have to keep your clitoris from getting jealous. If done properly, anal play will enhance your arousal, not detract from it. If you come without my permission you’ll wear a large vibrating butt plug to work today. “
Laura found the idea exciting, but she didn’t want to mix work and D/s. “No, Sir. I will wait until you allow it.” Just saying it, confirmed he controlled her. She grew wetter. Her breath was coming in gasps.
Nick swirled two fingers from his other hand lightly over her clitoris as his thumb began moving in and out of her ass. Her moans surprised her. She pushed back, impaling his cock deeper in her pussy and his thumb farther into her tight hole. He used a heavier touch on her clit, keeping the pattern wide, not allowing her orgasm to find purchase.
She felt so full. Her stretched ass added pressure along her kegel. It felt so good. For the first time, she could imagine what his cock would feel like and it didn’t scare her to death. Now she was curious. “Please, Master, I need to come.”
“I want you to hang on for five more strokes, then you may come. You will count them for me. Do you understand, my love?” Her clit was so engorged, it was a measure of the control she’d gained over her body in recent days that she hadn’t come already.
Now that she was relaxing and enjoying it, he wanted her attention focused more on her ass. It would help her delay her orgasm and reinforce the erotic feel of anal play. He held his hand still for a few moments as he allowed his cock to pound into her pussy with such abandon. Laura struggled to keep her hands locked behind her back. Fuck it was tight. He had to push his thoughts away from his body or he’d ruin his scene plan.
As he drew his thumb outward he felt her muscles trying to draw him back in. Once he neared the entrance, he reversed direction and filled her again. When his palm cupped her ass Laura began her count, “One.”
“Good girl.” He moved slowly wanting to draw this out. He wanted to stay buried inside her forever. “You are so tight.” This time, on the forward stroke he increased his attention on her clit.
“Two,” Laura sounded strangled. “Master, I won’t survive another three.”
He immediately lightened his touch and spread the sensations over a larger area. “But you have no choice, subbie. You either submit or safeword. I’m in control. You follow my commands.”
“Three, Sir.”
Knowing she couldn’t take much more, he sped up the pace. His cock was throbbing inside her, demanding its turn. He couldn’t wait until he filled her ass. She was accepting his training so beautifully, it wouldn’t be long now.
“Four,” Laura whispered. Nick knew she was using every ounce of strength to hold her orgasm at bay.
“Good girl. Work those muscles, squeeze me, Angel.” As he pushed in for the fifth time he pinched her clit.
Laura screamed, “Five! Oh fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She hooked her feet around his calves, gaining a bit of balance, and rocked into him. Nick felt her body explode. Her muscles locked around him as she shattered into a million pieces.
Once Laura released the strangle hold on him, Nick pushed his thumb to the hilt and held it there while his cock took over. Laura’s pussy was tight normally, now with his thumb buried in her ass, each stroke was exquisite. Again and again, he slammed into her, never wanting it to end. As his orgasm built to nuclear proportions, he fought for control.
Nick knew Laura had floated back to earth when she began tightening her kegel on each forward stroke.
Fuckin’ A! Laura clenched her muscles once more and he lost the fight. Nick’s release was almost painful in its intensity. His cock felt so tight, so strained, it couldn’t possibly get any harder. The spasms seemed to go on forever as he filled Laura with his seed. Afterward, his legs refused to hold him up. Slowly, he removed his thumb and with what little energy he had left, he took them both onto their sides.
Nick buried his face in her hair. He loved her smell. Nuzzling her ear he whispered, “Thank you for getting my morning off to a wonderful start.”
Laura chuckled. “It’s the best work day morning I’ve had in years. No, revise that. It’s the best work day morning I’ve ever had.” She leaned forward and looked at the alarm clock. “Your cell phone’s going to start ringing soon. John’s going to wonder what happened to you.”
“John needs his structured little world tossed on its ear every now and then. Besides, I plan to make a habit of going in late after a morning of fucking you into submission.”
“I think my submission is a given at this point, but don’t change your plans on my account, Sir.”
* * * *
Laura sat in her home office trying to check her cell phone before h
eading to work. She’d read the same text message three times. Her mind kept wandering. Waking up with her husband not only in her bed, but in her body was a treat she was rapidly getting used to. Why had she spent so many years choosing to focus on work instead of relishing in the pleasure her husband seemed so willing to give her?
For the first time in years, she didn’t want to go to the office. A vague sense of dread colored her mood. It really wouldn’t take much coaxing to get her to stay home today. Better not even hint that way to Nick or he would have her resignation papers drawn up and waiting on her desk.
Nick was pacing in the foyer with his cell phone to his ear. Laura noticed his jaw take a stubborn set as their eyes met. She knew that look. He was about to lay down the law and she wasn’t going to like it.
“Keep me informed.” Nick punched the end button and shoved his phone in the pocket of his trousers. “AJ’s firm will be providing an extra layer of security until the Simson issue is resolved. Your driver is waiting. He will escort you throughout the day. If you leave your office, and by office I mean the four walls beyond Jessica’s desk, I expect him to be with you. “
Laura found it hard to get angry when her pussy still remembered his cock buried deep and giving her such pleasure. “Nick,” she watched him alter his stance. He crossed his arms over his chest, spread his legs shoulder width apart and raised his left eyebrow. Did he have any idea how intimidating, and fucking hot he looked?
She had to give him something or this would end in a useless fight. Where did she draw the line? She couldn’t allow him to control her work life. He was welcome to take the reins concerning their sexual activities, but that was as far as she was willing to concede.
This would be easier if she didn’t have a feeling he might be right. Simson frightened her. “I understand you just want to keep me safe, however, those decisions weren’t yours to make.”
Laura waited nearly a minute for Nick to reply. Nothing. Fuck! He didn’t fight fair. His ‘I’m the Dom and you’re a naughty little sub’ routine was soaking her panties. “Be reasonable, Nick.”
“Laura, you chose to pursue this matter after I specifically asked you to let it drop. Now you can deal with the consequences.”
“You don’t have time for this and I’m not taking orders from you.” He was clouding her mind with his blatant pheromone fest. Again, she tried to stare him down. Again, it was totally ineffective. This wasn’t getting her anywhere. Feeling the need to explain herself flat out made her angry, yet seeing the hurt in his eyes kept her from standing on principle. “I couldn’t let him get away with terrorizing women.”
Nick looked at her quizzically. “Why do you think I would turn a blind eye to his behavior? He clearly had an unhealthy attraction to you.”
“Nick, he isn’t your employee, he’s mine. Or was,” she conceded. “They were my employees he was harassing. Do you see where this is headed?” She couldn’t stop her snippy comment. His big bad Dom routine scrambled her brain. “He was my problem. I couldn’t let it drop.”
“It is both my honor and my responsibility to see to your safety. I won’t shirk my duties, even to please you.”
He wasn’t going to see reason. A part of her wanted to shake his control. She had a mad craving to drop to her knees and suck him off. She’d like to see him try to keep that stern expression while his seed was squirting down her throat. “I appreciate that you want to insure my safety, however, I don’t believe we need to take it to that extent. The security inside the building is formidable. I don’t mind a driver,” she hated driving in traffic and wouldn’t mind at all letting someone else do it for her, “but there is no reason for him to enter the building.”
“Both your building and Simson’s contract with the same security firm. It’s possible he could use that to gain access.”
Obviously, he’d been looking into this more than she’d realized. “Nick, this is silly, he doesn’t even know he’s fired yet.”
“Oscar escorted a bloodied Simson from the building twenty minutes ago.”
Laura felt the color drain from her face. “Is Oscar alright?” She immediately felt guilty for asking Oscar to take care of this, when it was her responsibility. While Oscar was ex-special forces military, he wasn’t getting any younger. Simson was a slimy bastard and a foot taller. “Why was Simson bloody?”
She didn’t bother asking how he knew. She wouldn’t be surprised to find Oscar was also on Nick’s payroll. More likely they were co-conspirators. Oscar often accused her of taking too many chances.
“He slipped and fell into Oscar’s fist a few times after he threatened to fuck you up.”
Laura’s stomach dropped and it wasn’t the sexy plunge Nick usually caused. “Is he pressing charges? Will this cause trouble for Oscar?”
Nick’s eyebrow arched again, letting her know she was in trouble.
“Oscar? You’re worried about Oscar? Simson threatened you and you’re worried about Oscar? Laura, you need to be concerned about the threat against you.”
“Nick, stop. Oscar is a valued employee. Of course, I’m worried about him. What if Simson tries to press charges against him?” Why did she marry the one man who could muddle her brain so completely?
“You heard me.”
Laura’s mind played tricks with her. She imagined Nick wearing leather pants and not much else. The more he stood his ground, the more she wanted to rock his world. When had her focus changed from business success to marital happiness? Her girlie parts were starting to override her business acumen. Time to change tactics. “How long do you suggest we retain the added security?”
“Until the threat is removed.”
Nick looked immoveable. There was little doubt he would go all caveman on her if she decided to push the issue. She didn’t want to fight with him. Her mutinous body was pissing her off. Nick was trying to take over her life and instead of giving him hell, she wanted to give him a blow job. What the fuck was wrong with her?
“What does that mean? We aren’t the mob. I haven’t seen the evidence Oscar compiled against those two, it may not be enough for the police to take action.”
“The police are reviewing the evidence and have contacted the women for interviews.”
She shifted her weight, wanting to pace, but was unwilling give any ground. Anger finally replaced the sexual tension. “And I knew none of this…why?” She didn’t bother to keep the fury from her voice.
“Oscar is in your office waiting to give you an update.”
“So does Oscar work for you, or do you have someone on his staff?” It was the only way any of this made sense. “When did you usurp my authority? Last time I checked, my name was at the top of the letterhead. You have no business being involved in this matter, let alone receiving updates before I do!”
“Anything that concerns your safety is my business. And for the record, Oscar and his staff are loyal to you.”
Something wasn’t right. He had to be playing a semantics game. He was discussing privileged information that he shouldn’t be privy to. “Nick, this is the very reason I can’t agree to wear your collar or try D/s twenty-four seven.” Her heart beat overly fast. She felt out of control and she didn’t like it. Nick should not be better aware of her work operations than she was.
“Let me make this perfectly clear, Laura,” Nick tipped her chin so their eyes met, “I will always see to your protection. It doesn’t matter if you ever consent to wear my collar. On matters of your safety, there is no give, no compromise, no slack. This isn’t about D/s at all. It’s just the way it is. Period.”
Laura twisted out of his hold, “I have to get to work. This conversation isn’t over.” Anger felt good. It was less confusing than other emotions. “I want to know where your information is coming from. I can’t have someone sharing sensitive data with anyone outside the company.” She didn’t wait for a response. She stepped around him and out the door.
A new wave of anger hit, when her car wasn’t waiting
underneath the portico on their circular drive where she’d left it. Laura even opened her mouth with a foul barrage just resting on her tongue waiting to fire the first salvo. Locking her jaw, she knew it was fruitless. If she didn’t agree to added security, he would assign it behind her back. Instead of riding in the car with her, they would tail her. No, there was no getting around him. And in all honesty, she was afraid of Simson. It was entirely possible he would try to retaliate.
A white, non-descript four-door sedan waited for her. A tall, broad shouldered man, in a gray suit and tie leaned against the car. He looked like a typical businessman and right now she wasn’t fond of men. Too bad for him.
Tall, broad and annoying opened the back door on the passenger side. “Mrs Branson, I’m James Evan, I’ve been assigned to your security detail.”
Ignoring him and the pro-offered backseat, she opened the passenger door and sat up front. “I’m late, Mr Evan. If we could get moving, I’d appreciate it.”
Laura heard Evan and Nick speaking. She pulled the visor down and adjusted the vanity mirror until they came into view. Her bodyguard leaned casually against the quarter-panel, this legs slightly stretched and crossed at the ankles. His hands hung loosely at his side.
Nick spoke to him like he was a friend. Did they know each other? Had he done work for Nick before?
Knowing Nick was personally acquainted with the man took a little of the sting out of the intolerable situation. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so upset. Oh yeah, she didn’t like being told, after the fact, a security firm had been hired. Okay, now that she thought it through Nick might have informed her before he’d hired them. He’d mentioned it in passing last night after Frank left and before they scened.
Still, she should have had a say. No one needed to know Greg had her worried or that the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she thought about the guy. He was bad news.
Maybe she would prefer to have a bodyguard for a few days until the dust settled. That didn’t mean she planned to take orders from anyone—except Nick and that was only pertaining to sexual matters.
