Do As I Say

by Penn Halligan

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  Do As I Say

  ISBN 978-1-60592-097-9

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  Do As I Say Copyright 2010 Penn Halligan

  Cover Art by Fiona Jayde

  This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any existing means without written permission from the publisher. Contact Noble Romance Publishing, LLC at PO Box 467423, Atlanta, GA 31146.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.

  Book Blurb

  Mae Southall is an independent woman who is not above breaking the rules if it suits her. She relies on no one but herself. Sex is fine but on her terms. When she meets the darkly handsome and mysterious Rob, Mae learns that sexual submission has its benefits.

  Robert Parker is Mae’s new boss. She just doesn’t realize it yet. He has a few rules of his own. The first one is that he’s in control when it comes to sex. Her mind may be her own but her body is his to do with as he wishes. He requires her total surrender to him.

  Chapter One

  Friday night . . . .

  "So, are you ready to play the game my way?"

  Mae Southall shook her head, struggling to breathe past the gag in her mouth. This was about control. Mae had lost it. He was in charge. She was helpless and they both knew it. Mae twisted her ankles inward to relieve some of the tension in her legs. They were tied tight to the bedposts, as were her hands. She lay spread-eagled and vulnerable, every naked curve of her body on display. Mae hated being naked, powerless and under someone else's control. No woman, let alone an overweight one like Mae, would be comfortable with this situation. She gave one more futile attempt to pull on the silken ropes to break free. They held fast and she winced at the pain in her wrists.

  "You have to learn who the boss is." He leaned in and ran one long finger down between her breasts to her navel before sinking into her cunt and ramming hard. Mae bucked and moaned under his plunging finger. She should have been screaming for him to stop, but the gag prevented her from doing so, and he'd teased her mercilessly, gotten her so wet with need, anything hard and long felt good. Mae wanted to hate him, to fight him. She gritted her teeth and willed herself not to push up to meet his every thrust.

  He laughed. "You're defiant. I like that, baby." A second finger joined the first. Mae looked into eyes she once thought such a dazzling, pretty blue. How did I get here? Why did I ever allow him to touch me? In her heart Mae knew she was responsible for this. Insatiable hunger had brought her to this point.

  He smiled, massaging her clit with the fingers of his other hand. "You have no idea who I am, do you, baby?"

  Trying to fight back the familiar rush of pleasure that curled between her legs, Mae bit at her lips and blinked.

  His fingers moved harder . . . faster. "I can do as I please and it pleases me to break your spirit. I want you to think only of me and do whatever I say." Never. But her mind was one thing, her body quite another.

  "Won't you, baby?" He removed his hands and dropped his head down to her spread thighs.

  Mae screamed against the gag, unable to hold back when his lips fastened on her clit and sucked. She closed her eyes and willed herself not to react, not to come . He laughed against her flesh. "You can't help it." He was right. She would come and he would win this round. Again.

  "What do you need, baby?" His eyes met hers. Desire, dominance and something else Mae didn't want to believe shone in their depths.

  Mae shook her head. Who was he? One minute she'd been at work and the next thing she knew she'd found herself flat on her back, playing his slave.

  "I'm you're hottest nightmare." His tongue licked her inner thigh. "And you belong to me, right?"

  Again, she shook her head.

  "Wrong answer." He bit her flesh.

  Mae moaned in pain.

  He stood and stared down at her. "You don't know what you want, but by the time I'm through with you, you will."

  When he left the room, Mae wasn't sure whether to be relieved or worried. She had no idea where she was. Judging by the lavish furnishings, he'd brought her to some millionaire's house. The home of a friend, he'd said.

  "You're in my home, baby." He returned carrying a large metal box the size of a violin case.

  Does he know my every thought? Am I that obvious? Mae watched as he unsnapped the lid. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the large rubber dildo. It was attached to a long metal rod housed within the case. Oh my god . . . . A fucking machine. He pulled out a tube of lube from a compartment within the case and picked up a pillow. He crawled up between her legs and positioned the pillow under her butt, lifting her hips. He then lubed up the thick dildo and maneuvered the head of the mechanical cock so it was positioned at her anus. "Now, once more . . . you belong to me, right?"

  Mae gulped. She met his steely gaze. No. She shook her head in defiance. He shoved the dildo inside her ass without any further preparation. She shrieked against the gag as that small space was penetrated and filled. No one had ever shoved anything in her ass before. Mae felt like she was being torn apart as the tight muscle gave way to the intrusion. She was been stretched and filled and there was not a damn thing she could do about it. This was forbidden and wrong and yet she trembled in excitement at the thought of being bad. Rob turned on a switch. The machine began to vibrate. "I'll leave you with my friend here. Give you time to think about the right answer." Before he left her he ramped up the speed.

  Her hips bucked and her eyes closed. Mae hated this. Mae loved this. And deep in her heart, Mae knew she would be his.

  Chapter Two

  Just hours before . . . .

  Mae Southall hated office parties. Bad enough she had to work with these people, but to socialize with them too? "Oh, hell no. I would rather eat dirt." All they

  talked about was boring work. She could do that at work on work time. "Why the frig would I do it on my own time?"

  She frowned as she studied the email she'd printed out. Halifax Industries has a new owner. Come help us celebrate. "Whoop-de-do. Who gives a crap?" The new guy meant nothing to Mae as she would mean nothing to him. She was a plebe. A cog in a giant corporate wheel. "It's not like old what's-his-face will even know who I am." Their worlds were not likely to collide. She was a lowly accounts receivable person and he was head of a multinational conglomerate that had just swallowed up the company she worked for in a takeover bid the newspapers were calling 'daring'. "Yeah well, anyone could be daring if they had money." Mae had none. She lived paycheck to paycheck, and right now she was broke. She crumpled the email and tossed it aside."I don't have time for this crap. I'm outta here."

  She got up from her desk and headed down the hall into the common area. She'd need to cross through to get out of there, but Mae knew the seventh story office like the back of her hand. She'd have no problem sneaking past the mass of employees all gathered around the food and drink table. Anyone who had ever worked in an office knew office employees loved free food. That, and the stationery storeroom. Mae figured she could walk on by right now and no one would notice her, even if she were starknaked. Free food and drink had the ability to blind people to what was going on around them.

  "But nothing is ever free." She knew that only too well. Mae clutched her handbag and moved quietly out the door. Nothing worse than spending more time than she had to at work. Besides, the man of the moment hadn't even deigned to put in an appearance yet. It wasn't like he was going to miss her.

  "Where are you going, Mae?"

  Mae grimaced as she surveyed Jane "The Pain" Maxell, accountants payable and Mae's sworn enemy since the post-it note incident. Who c
ounts post-it notes? Who is silly enough not to think the staff wouldn't take some home? And so what if Mae had taken half a

  dozen from the storeroom and not the regulation ones they were allowed. Who the hell cares? Who but Jane is anal enough to stand and watch to see what people bring out of the storeroom? To be carpeted for post-it note 'theft' was ridiculous. From that moment on, Mae and Jane were sworn enemies, and Mae kept her eyes and ears open for a chance at payback. Opportunity came when she discovered Jane-the-pain's little secret.

  "I'm going home."

  "But the memo from Mr. Parker said that everyone had to be at the party." Ah, yes. Mr. Parker. The new boss. "Well, I'm not about to allow some man I have never met to dictate terms to me."

  "But his memo was quite adamant that everyone had to attend." Mae gave Jane a cool smile. "I don't give a fuck about rules."

  "Well, really—"

  "And it's not like you're snowy white. Remember, I know about the head jobs you gave our last boss." Mae still shivered in disgust when she remembered walking in and finding Jane on her knees with her mouth on Neville Knobb's cock. Gross. Some cocks were delightful to suck. Neville the Knob? No way. A woman would need danger money. "Talk about getting ahead in business." Jane's eyes were evil slits of malice. "You can't prove a thing, Mae Southall, and no one would believe you."

  "Maybe, but I'd have fun with the telling of it." Mae bumped into her deliberately as she passed by. "See ya."

  "He will sack you if he finds out you disobeyed the memo." Mae turned. Lordy she's pathetic. "He? The man who cannot be bothered to turn up for his own party? The one he commanded the plebes to attend? And if he turfed me out I'd find another job. This one bores the socks off me anyway."

  "He's supposed to be ruthless."

  "Yeah, well, so am I when I have PMS." Besides, when like forces met they either cancelled each other out or one had to submit against their will. "I never submit."

  "What if he asks where you are?"

  Mae snorted. "'Like he'll even notice." Like some corporate exec would care where employee 5113 was. Mae left before Jane could say more. Listening to her was like hearing the sound of nails on a chalkboard.

  But someone had noticed and he cared deeply. "Oh my dear Miss Southall, you're going to have to learn a lesson." He watched the determined swing of her lush ass as she pushed through the doors. "That ass is mine."

  When the elevator reached the ground floor and Mae stepped out and ran into the man, her first instinct was to grab hold of him to stop herself from falling. Her hands collided with firm flesh. Whoever he was, he was a fortress of hard male muscle. Whoa, nice chest. "Sorry." Hmm, probably should remove my hands.

  "Where are you going in such a rush?"

  Mae pushed the hair from her eyes. "Trying to get out of a boring office party lauding some new nitwit owner who has a god complex." She looked up at the man. Her mouth dropped open. He was huge and she didn't need to touch him again to feel his power. Strength rolled off him in waves. He had to be six-foot-four to her five-foottwo. He was massive. Not fat. Just solid male. His dark brown hair hung down to his shoulders. He looked large and primitive. Mae had a sudden vision of him as a warrior from a bygone era, fighting hand-to-hand combat and winning. Although he was dressed simply in an open-necked black shirt and trousers, Mae sensed what lay beneath was impressive. And then he smiled at her and she almost staggered. There was such sinful beauty in his mouth. What would it be like to taste those lips and stroke that tongue? To have that tongue on my clit? In me? Mae trembled at the thought.

  Logic dictated this was no office worker. He was too glorious for that. Office workers had that gray tinge to them that indicated long days spent doing boring things. Probably one of the agency models who visited the penthouse offices above, she guessed.

  "God complex?" He grinned again.

  Oh yeah, he has to be a model with a smile like that. He could sell her anything with such a cheeky, simple smile. And those eyes. Mae had the weirdest feeling he was looking right into her soul, searching for something. Of course, he couldn't be analyzing her that closely. She'd have to be crazy to think he'd be that interested. But there was intensity in his gaze that was unusual for a stranger. "Oh you know, a man who thinks we're all going to bow and scrape and beg him to keep our jobs." His eyebrow lifted with interest. "But you won't?"

  "No way. No one—no man—could make me beg for anything." At thirty-two, Mae knew the only one you ever had to answer to in life was yourself. She was the mistress of her own destiny. If some anal executive type wanted to make his mark by changing the office she worked in then good luck to him. It was just a job, not her life.

  "So you never let your guard down or give in?"

  "Nope." She might not let her guard down, but Mae couldn't help but let her gaze travel down his body. She hadn't meant to look. It wasn't polite to stare at a man's groin, but beautiful men rarely crossed her path. Feminine instinct dictated she wonder about the cock that was covered by the finely tailored black cloth of his trousers. Mae liked cock. A lot. All the intense, hot pressure pushing in and out. Oh god. She felt the familiar wetness between her legs. How long had it been since she had enjoyed a nice, hot cock? I need dick. What sort of woman turned this man mountain on? I bet it's not a short, fat one like me.

  "You never know." His voice was a throaty purr. "One day a man may take you by surprise."

  Yes please. "And I may fly to the moon on gossamer wings." Mae longed for a strong man to take her in hand and make her do all the things she longed to do. As much as she needed and insisted on control in her life, she wanted someone to come along and yank that away from her. Mae craved someone strong to take her on. And there ain't no such man. What a shame. "Men are too predictable." He smiled. "How so?"

  "They want one thing." And right now, so did she. However, Mae knew the best she could hope for would be a date with 'old reliable'—her purple dildo—which she kept in her 'naughty' drawer by the bed. A few strokes, a bit of fantasizing over tall, dark and gorgeous, and she'd come like a porn star. Nowhere near what she needed, but she'd just have to settle.

  "Sex."

  "Yes." What would it be like to have his massive body cover mine? The words 'total possession' came to mind.

  "Women withhold sex from men in order for the man to pursue them, to prove his worth. And yet when a woman gives in to pure lust and need and lets the man take her without any games, she tires of him because she wants more." Yeah, that was pretty much dead-on."You know it all."

  "I like to think so." He reached out his hand, his fingers clamped gently around her wrist. "You're fascinating."

  And I want to lick you from head to toe. Mae looked at the hand on her arm. Had he felt her pulse jump madly when he touched her? "Okay, yep, I am. I'm also tired and I want to go home." This man was a dream. A nice one but not a part of her world.

  "Can I come with you?"

  Mae almost swallowed her tongue. That was the last thing she expected him to say. "You? Me? Home—come?" She had gone from eloquent to babbling in a heartbeat

  at the thought of taking him home . . . followed quickly by the thought of taking him into her body.

  "'Come' for sure." His fingers stroked the skin at her wrist.

  "I—ah—are you sober?" Not that it mattered. Even if he was drunk, the thought of sex with him was still mind-blowing.

  "Oh yeah. Are you interested?"

  Although Mae had not had sex since forever, this man was a stranger. An unknown. A beautiful one but not someone she should take home just because she needed cock. Besides, he could be a gorgeous maniac who promised an orgasm but would tie her up and rob her once he was inside her home. "Um, no thanks." Better to be horny and sensible than horny and running for your life. "I gotta go." Besides she was fat and he was lean and Mae was pretty sure, biologically speaking, her species and his species did not mate. She pulled away from him.

  He released her without protest. "What's your name?"

  "M
ae." No harm telling him that much. It wasn't like their paths would ever cross again. "I have a bus to catch." Her car had a flat tire and she had no money until payday next week to fix it. "See ya." Yeah, right. She'd be more likely to win the lotto than to run into him again. But I can still dream, can't I? She headed off across the lobby toward the front door.

  He watched her dash off. "I'm Robert," he murmured to himself. "And you will be mine."

  Robert Parker followed behind the woman, watching the sassy swing of her plump hips as she pushed though the exit door. Few women intrigued him at first sight. This one did. Mae worked for him. How delightful . . . how convenient. He had overheard most of her conversation with the other woman upstairs, and had a wild need to find out more. He'd gone ahead of her, leaving the office before entering the party so he could catch her in the lobby.

  And he was very happy he'd followed his instincts. Any thoughts he had of going back upstairs were dismissed. He had a job to do and it had nothing to do with the company he'd just acquired. Robert had another kind of takeover in mind. He pulled out his cell phone and called his driver to the front of the building.

  "Sir?" Neil, Robert's driver, turned his head as Robert slid into the back seat of the black Mercedes.

  "To the bus stop. I am in pursuit of a lady."

  Neil pulled out without question. Neil never questioned anything Robert did. They'd been together too long and Robert paid him a lot of money to do his job. He knew his employer's commands were not to be disobeyed.

  "That one?" Neil cruised to a stop on the next block and pointed ahead of them.

  "Yes."

  Mae was leaning against the bus stand, one ankle crossed over the other and a look of sheer boredom on her face. I will change that very soon, baby.