by S. J. Maylee
Marcus kept right on talking, but Simon finished tuning him out. There she was. She stopped at the entrance to the conference room and pulled on the back of her skirt. Did she think everyone knew about the plug? Her face showed off the sweet pink of her unsettled state. His cock twitched.
Her velvet channel was probably already warm and ready. All that stood between him and her ready pussy was her flimsy skirt and the room full of his employees.
Her eyes fell on him, and a silent conversation passed in a second. He wanted each person in the room to stop and see what he saw, a woman fully aware of her erogenous zones. He wasn't yet on a first name basis with her zones. He made a mental note to rectify the situation as soon as possible. First things first, they needed to get through this meeting.
“Thanks for joining us, Janna,” he said.
Her eyebrows drew together, and her eyes squinted. The look could earn her several hard slaps to her back side. He chuckled to himself and predicted more slips to come when he got her alone later. He looked forward to turning her backside pink to match her cheeks.
He forced himself to stay on point. “We had an impressive scope conversation yesterday. I'm now looking forward to my team’s most successful implementation to date. Janna, would you please take us through your findings.”
“Thank you, Simon. I'll give you a tour of the documents in progress, and then we'll cover what's left to analyze, after which it will be easy to see who I need to meet with before tomorrow's board meeting. Get comfortable, people. I've had Anne bring in snacks and refreshments. We're here until we're done.”
An hour later, he got up to refill his coffee. Keller walked in the room and joined him at the buffet.
“Right now, she's doing well.” Simon offered the report before Keller could even ask. Giving away where his attention was centered. He sipped his hot brew and watched her fidget in her seat.
“Yes, she's doing all right.”
Keller's lack of enthusiasm gave him pause. Simon might be a lost cause for Keller's matchmaking, but he'd at least train her, and Janna was a fine Project Manager. Why was he showing obvious concern?
“I just got Charlie's background report on Janna. It's waiting for you in your inbox.”
“Janna's already started the membership paperwork?”
“Yes, Charlie said she dropped them off on Saturday.”
He looked her way. At first glance she might appear to be a simple businesswoman, but she was clearly anything but. Charlie's reports always made for interesting reading. He looked forward to finding out a few new things. “Is the background check her last step to becoming a full member at the club?”
“It should be.” He turned to Simon. “Be careful with this one. I'm worried I might have made a mistake this time.”
“Okay ... I'll let you know if I see something amiss.” Keller didn't usually change his mind on a prospective trainee, and the warning stuck uncomfortably in Simon’s side. He observed Janna as she walked over to Marcus. She sat down in Simon's seat and immediately got back up again before sitting gently. The plug was still working its magic.
“Good.” Keller's gaze returned to Janna, like he was wrestling with an idea. “I hope she stays on the path. I fear she's a runner.”
A runner, Janna?
He knew exactly what Keller meant. They'd seen it before. Woman entered the program and got started before they understood. The life of a submissive wasn't a piece of cake. It tested you.
Janna remained talking to Marcus, and the pair was in a deep discussion. Marcus pointed to something on his laptop screen, and Janna leaned over his arm. She scribbled something, and then the pair started to laugh.
His gaze slid down her arm and to her hip, which was up at an odd angle. He liked knowing the plug she was wearing at his request was having an effect on her movements. The Dom in him wanted to pound on his chest.
He walked towards them as they shared another secret. Marcus saw him approach and got up.
“Thanks, Janna. I'm going to hold you to what we discussed.”
“No problem and please do.”
“Can I get you some coffee?”
“Sure. Thanks, Marcus.”
He turned to Simon. “You’re lucky to have her on your team.”
Once Marcus was out of earshot, he sat next to Janna. “I agree with him you know.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.” Her rich brown eyes brightened, and she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“What did you just promise?”
“Oh, nothing, he had some concerns. I listened and assured him I’d address it.” She looked around the room. “I'm calling the meeting back together. Take your seat, would ya.”
She turned to go, and he grabbed her upper arm halting her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Stop in my office on your way out tonight.”
She looked back into his eyes, and for each second they held his dick pulsed to be inside her. It was going to be a long afternoon.
Before the meeting was over several members of the team, including Simon, were given tasks. Janna expected all of them to deliver findings tomorrow by lunch. She was a task master. He expected Keller to be relaxing his concerns after her performance, but his scowl was uglier than ever.
First thing upon returning to his office, Simon got his hands on Charlie's report. Something within these pages had Keller all riled.
She'd accomplished a lot in her short life, private schools, good college. Impressive.
Was it the number of different activities that was bothering Keller? Maybe she was adventurous. Her lengthy list of travels might have encouraged her. Maybe she enjoyed trying new things, but couldn't hang in for the long haul.
Simon’s life had certainly been different. He’d spent his entire youth at the gym honing his boxing skills and staying out of trouble. His parents might not have been around much to guide him, but the gym had been his safe place to make mistakes and learn who he was.
The discipline he’d refined through all the years of training prepared him for life and his journey as a Dom. Now, he was a trainer himself and not only with the submissives at Club Voyage, but also with the kids at his home gym. Sharing the art of boxing and BDSM was an honor he’d never take for granted.
He continued reviewing Janna’s background report, but stopped short at one of the last lines.
“Married and divorced?” The thought of her married bothered him for reasons he didn't want to contemplate. Who was she to him, a trainee of not even one day? The marriage license was only issued a few months before the divorce, and she’d never changed her name. She’d made one payment on what appeared to be an apartment around the time of the marriage, but the payment was never repeated. Where did she run then and why?
Questions bombarded him. Even a well-intentioned couple may not make it past the first month of marriage.
Maybe Keller worried they'd get comfortable having her here just to have her run. Hell, he was worried about it now, too. His team was starting to open up to her, and he wanted to depend on her to get her job done. Now, he wasn't positive she'd stay the week.
Keller might have locked onto a good reason to be concerned, and Simon was not about to risk leaving himself open. He'd set himself up for failure one too many times. He hoped she'd open up to him and explain her history, but he knew from experience he couldn't count on it.
A trainer was all he should be to Janna. Once she was through her training, Charlie could help her find a Dom. He didn't like the idea of anyone else having their hands on her, but at least he wouldn't get hurt again.
Enough procrastinating, he needed to get some research done for her.
An hour later he was ready to give his findings, and he wondered where Janna was. He’d ordered her to stop by before she left the office.
“Hi, Simon. You wanted to see me before I left.”
Chapter Five
Simon's gaze followed her cross across the room like he was examining her. She s
lipped her hands into the pockets of her skirt and was tempted to inch back towards the door.
She cleared her throat. “Did you need something?”
He tilted his head, clearly not done with his assessment.
“It's been a long day, so if you don't need anything, I'll be going.” She turned towards the door.
“Are you still wearing the plug?”
She stopped. “Yes, Sir,” she said facing the door. The damn plug had kept her horny all day, and she was at her wits’ end.
“Excellent. Lock the door, then come over here and take a seat.”
She took a deep breath and dug for the courage to face him. Tempted to run, but she had nowhere to go. Her decision to pick up her life and move to Chicago had left her with nothing but an empty apartment. There was no one to give her a hug at the end of a long day. There was also no one to tell her she couldn't make it on her own, not unless her dad called back.
At least she didn't have to worry about her ex calling her anymore. Mike had the decency to stop harassing her about the annulment when she’d agreed not to air his cheating ways. He got to keep his business deal with Daddy, and she got free of the yuck her father tried to sink her with.
She straightened her posture and rolled her shoulders back. The move to Chicago was not done under false bravado, and today proved she had the skills to help this company. She did that, not her father, not her brothers. Was it too much to ask for someone to believe in her?
Her hand took hold of the door. After a quick look into the empty hallway, she pushed it closed and slid the lock home. She turned around to find his dark eyes still trained on her.
She edged her way near him. He looked like a tiger ready to snap. A chill ran down her back, slowing her forward movement.
She could back away now and not embarrass herself. He didn't really want her here, not really. She remembered all too clearly pushing his hand to be her trainer. She broke eye contact with Simon and let her gaze wonder around the room.
The move to Chicago could be a success even without Simon on her side. She did not need to run home if things didn't work out with him. She could continue in her position here as Project Manager and work on building a life for herself in Chicago. Charlie could always find her a new trainer.
Her thumb felt for her pulse on her wrist. It screamed at her to not stop moving, to not give up, to wait and see how things progressed. A lump swelled inside her throat. She couldn't back her heart down now. The pressure in her chest told her what her heart wanted. After coming this far, she needed to keep going.
One foot in front of the other she made her way around his desk. He separated his legs and patted his lap. His expression was blank of all emotion and chilled her to the bone. She stepped between his legs and sat, cautiously, not wanting to push on the plug.
His hand snaked between her legs, caressed the inside of her thigh, and up to the apex of her legs. They sat quietly for a couple of heartbeats. She on his lap as his hand possessively held her pussy. Her eyes turned to his and found him watching her.
“How was your day?” He shifted his fingers, reminding her who was in control.
“It was long, but I think it went well.” She took a calming breath.
His fingers flexed along her seam pulling her attention to her sex. Her eyes closed letting the sensation flow and ease the tension from her body. More, she wanted more. Images of their first night together filled her mind. The control he demanded shook her to the core. She wanted that again, wanted to give Simon control of her body.
“Are you going to run from me, or are you going to stay?”
“What?” Her eyes flashed wide. How could he know her deepest fear? “I don't want to leave.”
“You didn't answer my question.”
“I want to stay, and I plan on staying.”
The tips of his fingers dragged through her folds, and he found her entrance and dipped inside. He pushed in and out, each time inching closer to her cervix. Sweat tickled at her neck.
He was giving her practice submitting, so it was nothing personal. A strange pressure pulsed at the back of her eyes, and she refused to acknowledge it. Master Simon's fingers stroked deliciously across her pussy. Sitting here and letting him have free range of her body was all she needed to think about.
His control felt like a drug she was quickly growing addicted to.
She needed to be open. Her body needed to be available to him, not her heart. He didn't want her heart.
“What was that thought?” His finger stilled at the entrance to her pussy.
“Nothing at all. I'm open to you, Sir.”
“Bullshit.” His brows pinched together. “You were open to me, and now you're hiding. Why?”
“I'm doing as you asked. What am I doing wrong?” She knew he didn't want the rest of her. She was here for training. That's all.
He pushed his fingers deeper into her body, pulsing over her point of pleasure. A tremor stole through her body.
“I talked you into training me. That's all you agreed to, and now I'm submitting.”
“You think you talked me into this, and now you're just giving me what you think I want?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
His hand pulled from her body, and he yanked them both to standing. With a firm hold around her neck, he used his thumb to push her chin, forcing her gaze to his.
“That's not how this works, Janna. You can't pick and choose which parts of you are offered.” His nostrils flared, and he tightened his hold. “What is it with you? Is this some kind of game? First you trick me into—”
“I didn't trick you. I was willing, and you agreed to the scene.” Their scene in the club was a highlight in her life, and he thought of it as a trick. Her eyes pinched, forcing the pain away. She rocked against his hold.
“You asked me to train you, and, against my better judgment, I agreed. Now, what do you want from me?”
A tear tumbled down her cheek. He ignored the first, and she couldn't stop the next.
“I want you to forgive me. You said you'd forgive me. I want...” She closed her eyes, and a few more pathetic tears dribbled down her face.
“Eyes open now, get the rest out.” His fingers caressed her neck and then tightened.
“I want you to treat me like I'm yours.” She got it out. It might not have been louder than a whisper, but it was out. She wasn't hiding behind half-truths anymore.
“Why me? You don't even know me.”
“I know enough to start.” She pushed at the wetness covering her cheek. “I can't stand you not wanting me or thinking I'm a liar.” She widened her stance. “I want to submit to your demands, because you want it so, not because you're training me. I'm sorry. I don't understand this cold veneer you stand behind.”
She pulled herself from his hold a little too easily. It only took a couple steps to get out of his reach.
“I'm sorry this didn't work out. I'll contact Charlie. Maybe she can set up a meet for Friday and I'll be off your hands.”
“Now, wait a minute.”
“I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you. I get it now.” She stepped closer to the door and her escape route. “I shouldn't have put you in this position.”
“Would you just hold on for a minute? Stop running from me.”
She stopped moving.
“Get back over here. I didn't release you.”
She pivoted on the balls of her feet, and he pointed to the space in front of him. She squeezed in between Simon and the desk. He leaned forward and forced her back. She rested her elbows on the desk and knocked her head into his laptop. He pushed it away.
Silently he opened her blouse. Her bra had a front closure, and he released it as well. She flicked off her shoes and pulled up her feet to rest them on the edge of the desk. He grabbed hold of her pussy and returned her to the moment and his control.
Long seconds ticked by as he watched her. Was he making a decision about her, or had he done it already? She bit he
r lip. Vulnerability rolled in waves over her. Simon had exposed her in a whole new way. Why was she letting him do this to her?
“Maybe I’m giving you a hard time because I’ve been hurt before by lies.” He looked like a judge deciding her fate.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Thank you.” He flexed his fingers, reminding her of her position. “Here's where I stand. I do believe your actions weren’t meant to be manipulative, and I'll stop bringing it up.” His eyes raked over her, and flames licked through her body. “But don't think I'll let you get away with lies by omission again.”
“I know,” she spat out.
He squeezed the folds around her pussy.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now, as for me wanting you.” He pulled her hips to the edge of his desk. “Give me your hand.”
She reached for him, and he pulled her to sitting. With a kiss to her palm, he pressed her hand around the hard ridge of his cock.
“I've been hard for you all day. I know the soft, warm grip of your pussy, and it's all I could think about today, especially after feeling your ass and watching your squirm through the meeting.” He stroked her hand up and down on his hard length. “You're breathtaking, Janna. Having control over your body is quickly becoming my obsession. I can't get you out of my head. I couldn't wait to touch your pussy again, to taste you, watch you pulsate as your orgasm rises and you come all over my tongue.”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“I'll help you to learn the path as my submissive, and we'll take the rest one day at a time.” He bent over her and took her left nipple into his mouth and pushed the heel of her hand down the edge of his cock.
“Oh, Sir.”
“I must warn you.” He tugged on her nipple with his teeth and let it go. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, lasagna, Sir.”
“Good, because tonight I intend to push you past your comfort zone. Before the night is over you might be begging me to release you from my hold.”
“No, Sir. I want this. I want you.”
He pushed his finger into her pussy as he sucked the other nipple into his warm mouth. He let go of her hand and leaned forward, forcing her to lie back. She reluctantly let go of his cock. Her back arched off the desk, and she pressed her breasts into his face.
