Paradise: The Masters of The Order Novel Two
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Naked, of course.
*****
“Alright, ladies. ¡Basta! Monsieur Meszaros has other matters to attend to. Now shoo.”
Jacques looked across his desk as his new Executive Director of Charitable Giving literally escorted his two shocked assistants to the door. “Did you just ‘shoo’ my assistants, Isabella?”
“I did and don’t be mad, Jacques. I can’t stand them always pawing at you like you’re some…” she waved her pretty hands in the air as if she’d touched something foul, “…piece of meat.”
“They’re just doing their jobs.”
Well, sort of. His assistants did spend far too much time chasing him around and the control freak in him had allowed everyone involved to slip into a less than optimal pattern, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Isabella. It was more fun to stoke her fiery nature.
“What is their job description? Nag Jacques until he bleeds. They’re vampires. That’s what they are.”
When he didn’t reply, Isabella’s ankle turned in and her eyes hit the floor. Fiery, but so exquisitely submissive.
“I love the way you take care of me, Isabella. Never doubt that.”
She smiled at him and her whole body lit with happiness. When Isabella did anything, her whole body got into the act and he adored that about her. Adored his Spanish angel. He still couldn’t believe that Jacques Meszaros, the king of no second chances, was given a second chance by this amazing creature.
But just because he was grateful did not mean he didn’t enjoy toying with her. He prowled from behind his desk in full predator mode and she instinctively backed up. When her bottom bumped the edge of the conference table, he grinned.
“Other matters, Isabella. What other matters?” he asked, the tone of his voice telling her that business was the farthest thing from his mind.
No mistaking the invitation in her eyes as she feigned shyness. “Jacques, we’re at work.”
“I own the company. I can do anything I damn well please.” He lifted the tie at the front of her wrap dress. “Should I?” he asked, his hand poised to pull the knot free.
Her chin shot high as if she was offended. “I’m afraid this is not part of my job description, Monsieur Meszaros.”
What? They only addressed each other formally in front of other employees. Oh. My sexy Isabella is into a little role play. He’d never indulged at the office, but with her, he was more than game.
He dropped his voice to the one he used to intimidate his new employees. “Like I said, Mademoiselle Rey. I own the company. Do you think it’s a wise career choice to deny me something I want?” He raised a disapproving eyebrow.
She tugged the knot free herself, trying to hide the smile and failing miserably. The soft fabric fell open as he laid her back across the conference table. One of the best things about Isabella? Dressing her, or undressing her as the case may be. That ideal figure took lingerie to a whole new level. He would never tire of looking at her. The lush curves. The soft valleys. The creamy skin. His eyes ran over the full breasts pushing against the blue satin of her bra, along the deep curve of her waist to the matching garter belt that clipped to the top of her thigh high stockings. No panties, of course.
He was a kinky guy. He liked slutty. So sue him.
“What if someone comes in, Monsieur Meszaros? The door isn’t locked.” She was giggling when she said it and he knew a little forbidden danger was turning her on.
“If they do, Mademoiselle Rey, they’re in for a treat. Speaking of treats…” He eyed the lovely puff of red that never ceased to lure him into paradise.
Without warning, Isabella rolled to her side, off the table and out of his reach. She raised a hand to hold him at bay. “Things come too easily for you, Monsieur Meszaros. You said it yourself. Success requires hard work.” Playful challenge lit her eyes.
“Is that so, Mademoiselle Rey? And what kind of work did you have in mind?”
She cast her eyes to him, then away as if he was dense. He suspected she’d stolen that haughty maneuver from him. “If you want to kiss me, Monsieur Meszaros, you’re going to have to earn it.” She pulled out a chair so it fell between them and stepped back.
“Oh, I plan to do more than kiss you, Mademoiselle Rey.”
He stepped forward and she scooted to the other side of the table, moving a bit more quickly this time. A momentary doubt seized him at the sight of Isabella running away. He’d almost lost her once and the memory dredged an insecurity he’d never known he was capable of possessing. He looked across the table. Isabella was smiling, flushed and excited. Her dress still hung open, displaying the sinful body beneath for his eyes. No, she wasn’t running, or if she was, she was running backwards hoping to be caught.
And who am I to deny her?
As he moved to the end of the table, she inched away. “You know what they say, Monsieur Meszaros, about the best-laid plans.”
“Mmm, I do. Plans change and my plan for you is getting more wicked by the second. You might not want to do this for much longer, Mademoiselle Rey.” He moved slowly to his right; she, to hers. “The more you resist…”
“The more turned on you seem to get.” She eyed the bulge in his trousers. “Is that your cell phone or are you happy to see me?”
Happy, happy, happy. Every drop of his blood had taken a nose dive into his cock.
His reaction to Isabella’s sexy game was shocking. Try hell-has-just-frozen-over shocking. For a man who was accustomed to dictating everything, being toyed with shouldn’t be arousing, but it was. He bit his bottom lip. Holy shit. It really was.
“Just keep raising that bar, Mademoiselle Rey. This type of insubordination merits punishment.”
“You can only punish me, Monsieur Meszaros, if you can catch me.”
“I never fail, Mademoiselle Rey. I will catch you and when I do…” He lunged for her and she slipped around to the corner. She's fast. Even in stilettos.
“Never underestimate your opponent, Monsieur Meszaros,” she said with a cocky grin.
“We can do this all day, but I warn you, Mademoiselle Rey. My imagination is starting to run wild.”
The silent gasp that parted those plump lips was priceless.
“Last chance, Mademoiselle Rey.”
She took a step back. Before she could take another, he pounced. Grabbing her around the waist, he swung her around in a circle and pulled her down into his lap. “I win.”
She squirmed against the tight arms locked around her torso, wiggling her backside right over his raging erection. It reminded him how much he wanted to smack that sexy ass red, but the little voice in his head told him not to dictate. This was her game. She would show him where she wanted it to go.
And wasn’t that the shocker of all shockers right there. When they reunited, he’d resolved to tread lightly and avoid anything too rough until he was sure. No guessing necessary with his adventurous coquette. She just kept pointing in the direction she wanted them to go and when they got there, gave herself over to however he wanted to play it. Absolute perfection.
“Tell me, Mademoiselle Rey, what shall we do about your bad behavior? I’m sure you have something in mind.”
“I do, Monsieur Meszaros.” The words released on heavy breath. Whatever she was imagining was seriously arousing her.
“Enlighten me.” He sucked her earlobe between his lips.
She shuddered at the nip and said, “Spank me, Monsieur Meszaros. I want you to spank me, please.”
Sweet paradise. The provocative invitation almost sent him screaming into release. He twisted her shoulders to let her watch the threatening smile spread slowly across his face and savored the instantaneous fear that spread across hers.
“With pleasure, Mademoiselle Rey. Lay across my lap. Arms straight out over the sofa.”
As she laid her body over him, he arranged her hips closer to his, shifting her weight and positioning her precisely for his hand. Lifting her skirt, he ran that hand over her backside.
He traced his fingers back and forth along the curve where her cheeks met her thighs, relishing the sweeping softness as much as the feel of her stomach muscles clenching in anticipation against his leg.
“After I spank you, you’re going to get onto your knees. Impress me with your knowledge, Mademoiselle Rey. What are you going to do for me on your knees?”
Isabella squeezed her thighs together with a subtle roll of her hip. Dirty talk aroused her, but she still struggled to initiate. Luckily for her, he didn’t.
“Tell me you want my cock in your mouth, Mademoiselle Rey.”
“Please, Monsieur Meszaros, after you spank me, may I have your cock in my mouth?”
She answered too slowly so he added a bit more encouragement. Two fingers slid along her crack and pressed hard into her vagina. Without removing them, he leaned down, very near to her ear.
“That wasn’t good enough, Mademoiselle Rey. Try again. Convince me that you want it and be specific.”
He put more pressure to her sex and a lovely rush of words sprang from her lips. “Oh, Monsieur Meszaros, oh. I, I…want to feel you…on my tongue.” Her voice got stronger, more demanding, “I want to suck every inch of you into my mouth, swallow your pleasure, hear you scream. Please, please let me have your cock.”
Now that's a serious turn on.
Yeah, he was a pervert. What of it?
“Success requires hard work, Mademoiselle Rey. You’ll have to earn it.” His palm hit her ass, just a little warm up, and she yelped. “Quiet, Mademoiselle Rey, or someone will hear you and open that door.”
He felt her body tense at the thought and began to rub his hand over the pink skin. As soon as he felt her relax, he smacked her again.
Harder.
*****
“You’ve done it now, Mademoiselle Rey,” the Angel Isabella mocked. “The Executive Director of Charitable Giving makes it into the executive suite and reduces herself to a desk toy.”
“An irresistible desk toy that the boss will never tire of playing with, you prude,” the Devil Isabella shot back. “Didn’t you see that erection or are you blind?” Now shut up and enjoy the game.”
Jacques scraped his fingernails over the globes of her ass, heightening the sensitivity of the skin and giving her a moment to regroup. He was being patient and gentle, easing her into the experience. She didn’t want patient or gentle. She’d waited years to live this fantasy and wanted him to fling her forcefully over the edge into the place she couldn’t reach on her own, That euphoric place where she found satisfaction. The place where only Jacques could take her.
“If there’s something you want, Mademoiselle Rey, ask for it.”
“Please don’t stop, Monsieur Meszaros. Please, take me there. I want more. I need it. Ahh, harder.”
She heard the words come out of her mouth and wanted to say them, but still couldn’t believe that she did. Couldn’t believe that she wanted this. That she liked this.
Maldita sea, that I love this.
“Your wish is my command, Isabella,” he whispered, the intimacy in his voice telling her he understood and began again.
Light smacks at first, each followed by a soothing hand that spread the fire across her skin. Giving her time to let the anticipation rise. Time to let the pain to flow into her core and transform into an aching pleasure. Time to make her eager to feel that hand hit her again. Each time it did, the delicious vulnerability of being mastered spiked. Each time, another limitation in her mind fell away. Each time, the searing pain was joined by a tingle between her thighs. As her body loosened, the blows progressed into something sublime.
Jacques guided her along until the arousal overtook everything. Her entire being focused on the supernal feel of her man. The roughness of the hands that held her, the crisp starch of his shirt as his arm brushed against her side, the silken feel of the wool pants under her ribs, the rising heat and hissing breaths he drew as the spanking grew more physical. It all swirled together and centered in her nipples and her rapidly swelling clit, bringing her frighteningly close to a soul-shattering orgasm.
“Alright, so the whole thing feels…” Angel moaned as Jacques hit her again, “…amazing, but it isn’t normal.”
“Normal is for wimps,” Devil moaned back.
Jacques’s fingers slipped between her thighs to discover her not-so-secret wetness and the bicker sisters fell silent.
“You never disappoint, Mademoiselle Rey. You’re going to slide right off my lap, you’re so wet. You know what to do next.”
Oh, yes, she did and she was more than ready to do it. She eased off his lap, her entire body awash with a decadent, aching fire and went to her knees between his legs. A simple blow job wasn’t enough to match what she felt. Dirty. Hot. Shameless. She wanted to give Jacques the performance of a lifetime. Reaching behind her head, she removed the clip that held her hair in a conservative twist, knowing exactly what the sight of her red locks flowing over his thighs as her head bobbed between them would do to her man.
“Straight to hell, Isabella, you’re going straight to hell,” Angel scolded.
“And coming the entire way there,” Devil added with a sexy laugh.
She put her hands on his knees and arched her spine, throwing her head back, rolling her shoulders and neck so the hair would flow wildly around her and all over him. Jacques hissed at the wanton display designed specifically for his pleasure and the satisfaction of hearing that sound sent her entire body writhing more eagerly through the erotic dance.
When she was satisfied that she’d titillated him enough, she swept the thick mane to one side and leaned in. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she released his belt and lowered his zipper. Parting the wool, she took his stiff rod into her hand and opened pouty lips over his jutting erection to exhale hot breath over the tip.
“Good gracious, what are you doing, Isabella Honora Rey!!!” Angel shouted.
“Making her Master beg for it, you idiot. Pay attention," Devil ordered.
Shimmering copper eyes watched as her tongue reached out toward the weeping tip, swirled around it, then dragged along his shaft to his balls. Jacques shifted forward slightly and she did it again. The luxurious feel of his skin, hot and velvety smooth, only emboldened her more.
She squeezed her fingers around him, making him strain in her tight grasp, and smiled coyly. “May I suck your cock now, Monsieur Meszaros? Please.”
“Eighteen years of Catholic education down the drain. Gone. Wasted. Useless,” Angel huffed.
“What? She asked politely,” Devil said, ever so innocently.
Jacques drew a hard breath and slipped one hand up the back of her neck into her loose hair. He pulled hard to jerk her head back. “Put that mouth on me, dirty girl, and suck it all the way to the back of your throat,” he demanded before releasing the tight fist entwined in her hair.
Not so fast, lover.
She flicked a gaze of pure, aroused challenge at him through her lashes and pressed the tip of her tongue into the shallow indentation at the top. Then gave it a little wiggle for good measure. Jacques cursed and his head fell back on a moan.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Angel screeched and Devil started singing, “Isla made Angel cur-urse, Isla made Angel cur-urse.”
Her tongue teased around the head, along the ridge at the bottom and back over the tip before her smiling lips surrounded him. Her mouth moved up, down, over his long shaft, taking him in slow, torturous increments. Encouraging hands massaged her scalp as she devoured him, one deliberate inch at a time. The luxurious feel of his silken heat between her lips made her struggle to maintain the enticing but far from satisfying pace.
When she couldn’t stand it anymore herself, she let him pop free of her mouth and fisted his engorged penis, so thick and slippery between her fingers. Jacques liked it rough and she definitely wasn
’t feeling gentle. Parting the tails of his shirt, she suckled the perfection of his ridged abdomen as she pumped her fist over his ever more rigid erection. The other hand slipped inside his pants to squeeze his balls.
Red hair framed the whole show.
Jacques groaned and she felt the sound rumble up from deep within his body. She loved the obscenely sexy sound of her man’s pleasure. Loved the heady feeling of having him within her power. She tightened her fist and pressed her thumb down hard over the tip.
“Quiet, Monsieur Meszaros, or someone will hear you and open that door,” she parroted his warning with a dirty grin.
That did it. Brutal hands gripped both sides of her head and forced her down. She opened her mouth and he thrust hard into her. Her lips stretched wide around him. The harsh invasion made her gag and she hadn’t even taken half his length. He eased back. She relaxed her throat and he entered her willing mouth again, each time pushing a little farther into her.
When she was fully pliant, his hands loosened and he allowed her to take control of the movement. She started with a slow rhythm until she was sure she could take all of him without gagging, then began to move over his shaft with more demand.
Jacques threw his head back against the sofa, his entire body bowing with ecstasy. The ragged sounds grinding out of him pulled something wild from her depths. She ripped her mouth away.
“No holding back allowed, Monsieur Meszaros. Give it to me,” she demanded, then sucked him all the way in again with so much force that her cheeks hollowed around him.
She felt the release roll over him as he rode out the orgasm deep in her throat, jerking against her mouth. She swallowed the first hot spurt and eased back so the warm jets would pump onto her tongue. To prolong his pleasure, she met each erotic spasm with another fierce suck and dug her fingernails into his spread thighs. Devouring every drop, greedily taking his essence from him and torturing him through a hard climax.
When he was spent, he didn’t allow her to move. Hands on the back of her head kept her face pressed tight against his groin. She relished her Dominant’s intimacy. The feel of his fingers stroking her hair. The rhythm of his sated breath. The heat of his skin. The musky scent of his sweat. His rich masculine taste on her tongue. The rightness of submitting to his unique love.