To Sir

by Rachell Nichole

  The little minx.

  He had to be sure she knew he was in charge here, not the other way around. But how long would she let them play this scene out? If she stopped him, he might go insane. And his dick might fall off from disuse, for fuck’s sake. He was so far gone he might push her way past where she wanted to go tonight. But she had the control. One word from her would stop the scene. She trusted him enough to believe that much, at least.

  He stalked toward her and delighted in the way she watched his every move. He stopped before her, twining his fingers in her hair and holding tight. He tugged down until she arched her back, her arms behind her holding her weight, the long line from her neck to her navel begging to be licked. He leaned over to do just that, and she shivered under his tongue, squirming as she panted and moaned.

  He slipped his empty hand around to undo her bra. She leaned forward and let it slide down her arms to the floor, then leaned back onto his desk. He dipped his head and licked around the outside of her nipple. She cried out, her hips jerking against his body. Oh, damn, she was already walking the tightrope toward orgasm, and he wanted to send her flying over the edge, but not before she begged for it.

  He stood up, bringing her to her feet with his grip on her hair. “I guess I should have been more specific,” he said, his voice a deep growl. “When I said on the desk, I didn’t mean like this.” He turned her and spread her legs wide, pushing his body into hers and guiding her forward.

  Liz didn’t resist in the slightest as he lowered her upper body until she was bent over his desk, her hands clasped, her weight resting on her forearms, her head cocked to the side, her gaze burning into his. For someone who protested orders, she seemed to follow them very well.

  That snarky little mouth was parted in a pant of pleasure now. “Mmm, yes, that’s much better,” he said, trailing his hand down her back to her ass and kneading it. He searched her face for any sign of panic or refusal as he continued rubbing in slow circles around her left butt cheek. When he found none, he tapped her lightly with his fingertips while his palm stayed tightly cupped around the lace of her panties.

  She bit her bottom lip, and he waited. After a pause, she tilted her head down. If he hadn’t still had his fingers snug against her scalp, he might have missed the minuscule motion. Fuck. She’d said yes.

  He lifted his hand a few inches from her barely covered ass and brought it down again with some force. She jerked and gasped. He rubbed away the tiny sting and tapped her again gently.

  He moved his hand from one cheek to the other, caressing, kneading, tapping, building the sensations until she squirmed beneath him, low keening sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. Then he whacked her hard once, twice, and finally a third time until she was arching her back and crying out. He caressed her again, slipping his fingers from her hair and sending both hands into her panties to cup and massage her pink cheeks.

  Her ass muscles clenched and released beneath his fingers. He tugged her panties free. They slid down her stockinged legs to pool around her ankles, and he laid his larger frame over hers, blanketing her body with his and caging her in with his arms on either side of hers, palms flat on his desk. He turned his attention to his mark on her neck and kissed her there, licking the pink edges.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he whispered. Please say yes, he prayed. If she couldn’t admit it, he still had to have her. He knew he could deny himself no longer, even if she wasn’t ready to accept this part of herself.

  “I don’t… I…” She panted, then swallowed hard. “I think so,” she whispered.

  Oh, thank fuck.

  He sank against her, some of the tension leaving his body. His cock burned with the need for relief. And he would have it.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard. And you’re going to come even more than you did for me last night, sweetheart. I promise.”

  Chapter Ten

  Liz’s world was whipping into a frenzy around her. Her body was no longer hers, her senses completely out of control. What had he done to her? The heat swamping her from his body made her head swim. He’d spanked her. Oh, God. She’d let him hit her. Chase kissed the skin beneath her earlobe, and she shivered. Her nipples were hard peaks, her entrance drenched with desire, her body zinging with sensations she couldn’t control, couldn’t even name.

  Had it hurt? She wasn’t sure. It had been shocking when he’d really whacked her that first time, but the vibration radiating from her backside hadn’t been pain, exactly. It was heat, a stinging, biting, delightful heat. When he lifted his body from hers, the sudden coolness caressed her oversensitized skin, and she moaned. She blinked the room back into focus and watched from her bent position as Chase stripped his remaining clothes.

  Hot damn.

  Her mouth watered with one look. His hard body moved with grace as he tossed his leather pants, boots, and socks aside. His cock stood up straight, straining, and he gazed down at her with such desire that she quivered. Holding her gaze, he sheathed himself in a condom and repositioned himself behind her.

  His hand returned to her hair, and her muscles burned with holding her body prone for him. But as his cock teased her entrance, she wasn’t going to complain. He pushed himself in as his other hand trailed up her left butt cheek. As he touched the still-tingling flesh, he thrust forward hard, and she screamed at the fullness rocketing through her.

  He groaned when his cock was buried deep within her, and she had to remember to breathe past the feelings crashing through her. As driving needs racked her body and soul, she focused on the one solid thing around: Chase.

  He pulled back and thrust home again as he slapped her lightly on the ass.

  “Oh!” she squealed. He pounded into her and tapped the other cheek. He continued this rhythm until she thought she would lose her mind. And then he pulled all the way out and reached around her hip to slide his finger through her slick folds. She cried out, her legs shaking. She was still wearing her stockings and shoes. But her core was bare to him, and her breasts rubbed against the cool desk with every thrust.

  He trailed his moistened fingers along her dripping core to the tip of her clit. “Chase, oh, fuck. Please!” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She had to come. He had to make her come. Now. She’d say anything, do anything as long as he didn’t torture her one second longer.

  She locked her gaze on his, letting him see the complete desperation in her eyes. “Please?” she begged.

  He grinned and slammed into her so hard her arms slid a few inches on the desk. He worked her clit back and forth as he pounded into her sheath, and her body shattered. She came, screaming his name, keening loud and long sounds of pleasure that had no words, no sense, nothing but the pure bliss surging in her veins.

  Tremors racked her body, her arms giving out, and she slumped forward on the desk, her cheek plunking down on the polished top. He was still fully sheathed in her body, his cock softening within her walls. He must have come, but she hadn’t noticed. An atomic bomb could have gone off, and she wouldn’t have batted an eyelash. In fact, she was pretty sure an A-bomb had shattered her insides.

  Chase’s hands on her hips gentled, cradling her body against his. It was such a stark contrast to the way he’d just used her body in a deliciously brutal manner that she smiled.

  “What are you grinning at, Ms. Clark?”

  Her gaze rose to his face as he slipped from her body, and she slumped all the way against the desk, unable to hold herself upright, let alone stand.

  She shrugged one shoulder, about as much movement as she was capable of, and he smirked, smugness shining out from his eyes. If she’d had the energy, she would have wiped that smile right from his lips, but there was no way she could reach him from this position. No sooner had she thought it than he was lifting and turning her in his arms, then carrying her to the sofa in the corner. He set her limp body down on it.

  “Thank you,” he whispered before kissing the tip of her nose.

  She’d ne
ver been thanked before for sex, but since she’d never in her life had sex that mind-blowing, maybe there was a reason for that. She watched with half-closed lids as he unrolled the condom, wrapped it in a napkin, and tossed it in the waste bin. His office was big, full of papers, a few filing cabinets, and his large, dark wood desk that she’d become so close to moments before.

  He’d spanked her.

  And she’d liked it.

  Crap.

  Liz closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to find some kind of calm in the storm now that the passion was ebbing. Her heart thundered; her breath sawed almost painfully in and out as she fought to catch it. Chase seemed to realize she needed a minute to collect herself, for she heard him shuffling quietly around his office, probably righting the papers and furniture they’d disregarded in their haste. Not to mention the clothes strewn all over the floor. Then she felt his weight settle onto the couch next to her, and she wanted to pretend she’d fallen into a postcoital catnap. But she wasn’t quite that cowardly. Almost, but not quite.

  She glanced at his guarded expression. He was wary, his whole body stiff and held back from hers. Guess it was too much to ask for a good cuddle. He’d been so comfortable with Amber after they’d left the playroom. The air between Liz and Chase was charged with unsaid things, so different from the way he’d been with Amber. But Liz was the one he’d brought back to his office and had sex with. Not Amber.

  She waited for him to say something, but he’d clammed up. With every passing second, she felt more self-conscious, and the heat of embarrassment coursed through her, bringing a brighter flush to her skin than the one from their shared pleasure. And it had been pleasure, bordering on that edge of sensation with pain, but mostly all she could remember was the way endorphin rockets went off in her bloodstream.

  She looked away, holding back the sudden flood of tears threatening to spill down her chin.

  “Shit,” Chase said, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face him. She blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the moisture in her eyes. “Hey.” His pointer finger forced her chin up until her gaze met his. He cupped her face with soft fingers.

  She took a shaky breath. “I…” She couldn’t speak, had no idea what to say to fill the awkward silence between them.

  “Enjoyed yourself?” he prompted.

  She nodded. No use denying it, even if she wanted to, which she didn’t think she did. He’d played her body like a fiddle, and she’d loved every submissive second of it.

  “Good. Then what the fuck’s the problem?”

  She shrugged again. “Dunno.”

  “Bullshit. That’s the answer you give when you’re trying to buy time to think, or when you know the answer and don’t want to admit to yourself or someone else. So, what gives?”

  How’d he gotten so darn perceptive? She didn’t like it. Bad enough she sat here naked before him physically. She didn’t want to be naked emotionally too. She’d let him see a side of her she didn’t examine except in the dark recesses of her dreams and books.

  “I don’t know how to put it into words, okay? Back off,” she ordered. She might be stripped of all her clothes, her dignity, and the illusion of privacy, but she wasn’t going to let him bully her into talking about something she wasn’t ready to dwell over on her own, let alone dissect with someone else.

  “Fair enough,” he said, pulling her closer and kissing her.

  She let herself sink into his embrace as his wet lips caressed hers. Her body was still buzzing with aftershocks, but as the endorphins receded, she felt the distinct sting of a slightly sore bum. She shifted against him, and he broke their kiss.

  “Lie down,” he whispered against her lips. Then he was tugging her over his lap into the same position Amber had been in a while ago. He placed a pillow below her head, and she turned away from him, lying her cheek on the pillow and watching the office. She was splayed across his lap like a child. “Sore?” he asked.

  “A little,” she said softly. She focused on the room around her as she felt the tips of his fingers run up and down along the backs of her thighs. Her hair tickled her back as she squirmed a bit under his touch.

  “Relax,” he said.

  She took a deep breath and tried, but as his hand traveled over her backside, she inhaled sharply and tensed. It didn’t really hurt that bad, but she expected another spank with every swipe of his hand.

  He bent his body over hers until she could see his face. She turned her head to meet his gaze. “This will help you feel better, sweetheart. I’m not going to spank you again. Not now, anyway,” he said with a wink.

  She groaned. God, there would be another time? She didn’t know if she could take it.

  “Come on now. Relax.”

  She rolled her shoulders and took another deep breath. Her lungs and heart seemed to have slowed to a more normal rhythm. She closed her eyes, and then his hand was sliding over the cheeks of her butt again, this time followed by a soothing coolness. He must be putting that salve on her. After a second, a comfortable balm replaced the sting. She sighed. He trailed his fingers along her backside, as well as along the backs of her thighs and then her back. Then his other hand was flowing through the tendrils of her hair in a continuous rhythm, and a small, contented sound escaped her lips.

  All the tension drained from her body under his comforting touch. As his finger traced up and down her back, she knew he was following the line of her tattoo.

  “It’s a cherry blossom,” she said by way of explanation. She could feel his gaze following the path of his finger. He caressed a circle around one of the blossoms. She remembered where each curve, swirl, and bloom was. Hours lying facedown in the tattoo chair as the needles buzzed into the sensitive flesh of her back meant she remembered and could almost feel each small piece of the thin, delicate branches.

  “It’s beautiful,” he said, and she could hear the truth in his voice. Sometimes she wished she’d gotten the tattoo on part of her body that she could see without a mirror, but she’d needed it somewhere she could keep hidden when necessary, and it was too big to put anywhere else, really. It started on her left hip and wound around her back, growing up and out to her right shoulder. It was worth all the pain, and the money she’d had to part with. Her first three royalty checks had gone to pay for it.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “Does it mean something special to you?” he asked quietly, his fingers still running the length of the ink and through her hair.

  She’d never talked about it to anyone, not even Hank, the artist who’d done such a beautiful job of bringing her dreams to life. But she’d just let Chase hold her down and spank her. Let him use her body, share something incredible and scary with her, and she figured telling him this one small thing wouldn’t make that much of a difference.

  “I needed another tattoo.”

  He chuckled. “Okay… Any particular reason?”

  “To piss off my dad.”

  He laughed again, the vibration moving her body as she lay on his lap. “Daddy issues… Figures,” he muttered. “So why this tattoo in particular? I mean, you could’ve gotten anything you wanted.”

  His bare thighs were warm against her belly and the undersides of her breasts as they hung over his legs. She had her legs tucked under her, with her knees snuggled up tight against his outer thigh. The warm cocoon surrounding her muffled the world beyond their private bubble. She knew she should have run screaming from the room before this little tryst had started, but now that she was here, wrapped in this warped sense of warmth and comfort, she wasn’t so eager to rejoin the real world. It was kind of like being inside a book. Eventually, though, real life would intrude.

  “Partly because of my mom’s Chinese heritage. Cherry blossoms are a classic symbol of beauty, empathy, death. A lot of it was because I thought they were beautiful. I asked Hank to draw up a design, told him most of what I wanted, and I fell in love with his artwork.”

  “I can see why,” he whispered, sh
ifting. He pressed soft lips to one of the blooms over her shoulder blade that had been particularly painful. She shivered, goose bumps crawling to life along her skin from the place where his lips touched. “So, what brought you here tonight?”

  CHASE FELT LIZ stiffen. He lifted his head to admire the beautiful portrait she made lying on his lap. With her elegant feet tucked beneath her body and her hair running in tendrils over her bare shoulders, tickling the edges of his thighs, she gave him a glimpse of the sweeter, more submissive side of her. It was a side he could quickly grow to like as much as her spitfire, slap-him-in-the-face, grab-his-hair-and-kiss-him-senseless side.

  He tried to soothe her again by slipping his fingers through her hair, but her body was wound tight once more. Son of bitch. He felt fully sated for the first time in forever, and he couldn’t get her to relax to save his life. This was like tiptoeing through a minefield. He couldn’t believe she’d come in to watch him play with Amber. Or that she’d stuck around after, letting him tug her into his office and then goading him into punishing her. Followed by what had to be the best sex of his life.

  He’d be in heaven now, if only he could get her to open up to him. At least he’d gotten her to admit she liked his mini punishment scene. And she hadn’t run away screaming. Not yet, at least. But her posture said it wouldn’t be long before she made a break for it.

  She shrugged one dainty shoulder, and the branches of her tattoo rippled to life. He’d spent half the time spanking her admiring her pinkened ass cheeks and the other half watching the sinuous way the branches swayed with every move she made.

  He stopped caressing her and put his arms beneath her body, lifting and turning her toward him so she was cradled, ass first, into his lap. She avoided his gaze, and he resisted the urge to swear. He raised her chin. In a childishly defiant way, she closed her eyes to hide her gaze from his. He forced his fingers to remain gentle.

  With any other sub, he would simply command her obedience. But Liz was different. She was still figuring out what she wanted, what she liked, where her limits were, and while his urges demanded he push her to those edges now, he fought his nature and instead took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.