“Oh, and Ms. Webb?” Seth quirked a brow. “You aren’t allowed to come.”
Like that would happen. If she focused on her nipples…But no, they needed something, some kind of attention, and her pussy clenched emptily, her clit an angry ball of nerves craving a little rub, maybe a long lick. The plug kicked up a notch, apparently in response to a remote in some bastard’s pocket, and the stimulation of all those nerve-rich endings in her back entrance somehow reached out and nudged her clit. Oh, no.
Making a mental grocery list helped for a few minutes, as did mentally balancing her check book, but the orgasm crept up on little cat feet and she called out for help. “Please, sir. I’m going to come.”
Seth was there in an instant. He pinched her clit and she fell back from the precipice. “Good girl.”
She beamed. She felt her face light up as the corners of her mouth turned upward and her eyes flew open wide. Passed the test without studying.
Chapter Two
Seth felt her pride at pleasing him. Shit, she’d pleased him from the moment she entered his office. The hint of information about exhibitionism had been a surprise. His windows were coated with a film to foil prying eyes, but given her interest in being displayed, he didn’t share that tidbit.
She’d accepted his head of security, although Mike had been eminently careful not to touch her, aside from following Seth’s instructions. And Jana hadn’t given any indication she wanted the other man’s touch. He admitted to a deep sense of relief, because his sense of possessiveness had nearly swamped his best laid plans. He was never going to be able to share her. Show her off, yes. Accept a little assistance, sometimes. But share her? No. Not even with Mike, and despite the other man’s visible discomfort and sexual need, he would respect that boundary. They’d been together a long time and could nearly read each other’s minds.
That settled, he had a woman to reward. Flicking off the remote, he worked two fingers up inside her pussy, feeling the same velvety stretch as before, twisting to feather a fingertip over the little patch of nerves at the top of her channel. Jana writhed, and he fell to his knees, wrapping an arm around her hips to hold her steady as he worked her G-spot. When she was making little gasping screams and the walls of her cunt began to tremble, he leaned to suck her protruding, swollen clit into his mouth and worry it with his tongue.
A presence above him denoted Mike, ever vigilant, and Seth knew when his friend removed the clamps. Jana cried out with her climax and a burst of hot fluid coated his fingers to run over his palm. The blood rushing back to her nipples pushed her back over on a high, thin scream. Keeping his fingers where they were, he somehow scrambled to his feet and laved first one, then the other sore little nubs.
Jana sagged, and Mike worked the chains free while Seth supported her lax body, the scent of sated female perfuming the room. Once Mike dealt with the spreader bar, Seth scooped his woman up and toted her over to his chair, where he sat to cuddle her on his lap. She fit against him as though born to the position and Mike winked at him, taking the client seat.
“Scored pretty high, buddy.”
Seth smiled against Jana’s hair, now escaping the professional arrangement confining it. He plucked a few remaining pins free and tossed them onto the polished desk surface. The wealth of the dark, silky tendrils spilled around her shoulders and tickled his cheek.
“You wanna put the stuff away? Get your ass off Jana’s clothes and set them in the bathroom?”
Mike blinked, then shrugged. Standing, he surveyed the little pile of material, before obligingly scooping it up and taking it into the attached bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet cloth and Seth caught it before it smacked him in the face. He liked the smell of Jana’s cum on his hands, but he supposed he shouldn’t conduct a meeting with the distraction. He wiped them, and then slipped the cloth between her thighs, nudging them slightly apart to tidy her up as well. She relaxed against his touch.
As Mike made short work of putting everything back to rights, Seth glanced over at the whiteboard and coughed out a laugh. His friend had written what he apparently deemed suitable correction for Jana’s infractions. “Clean off the board, will you? People might not interpret the original cryptic comments, but they sure as hell won’t have any trouble understanding yours.” Edging and forced orgasms would raise eyebrows.
“What?” Mike plastered an innocent look on his face. “Just trying to help.”
“She took her correction well. With grace, even. And liked it.”
“Nice.”
Seth glanced at the clock. Shit. Time to get back into character. His cock objected, not understanding why it had to be denied.
“Jana. Ms. Webb?” His little package murmured, then lifted her head and smiled at him. Those green eyes were still glazed with her release, soft mouth lax. He kissed her nose.
“I have a meeting with all the department heads.”
“Oh!” She struggled to clamber from his lap, a flush tinting her cheeks.
“I’ll need you to attend.”
“Ummm, okay. Where are my clothes?”
“You won’t require any.”
Indecision warred with wariness on her lovely face, but she swallowed and nodded her head. “Yes, sir.”
Absolute trust. Knowing he’d earned it, he gloried in it, but only for a moment, because his secretary was calling. He pressed the intercom, and Jana stared at it as though it were a snake, seemingly mesmerized.
“The department heads are here.”
“I’ll be ready in a few, Eileen. Thank you.”
Rising to his feet, easing Jana to the floor, he drew her along with him to the far end of the long table. It was a massive piece, the supporting legs actually two, solid, curving pieces of wood set in about four feet from either end, providing a perfect place for his good girl to crouch without fear of discovery.
Taking the chair at the head of the table, he pointed to the thick pillow placed on the floor, up against the support. Jana looked at it, and then at him, before dropping to her knees and crawling under to situate herself. The flange of the plug peeked out at him from between her buttocks and he made a mental note to buy her ones with jewels inset into the ends. When she looked comfortable, he drew up his chair to box her in, and nodded to Mike, who chuckled and went to open the door. His department heads filed in and took their places.
Chapter Three
Freaking bizarre, yet astonishingly titillating. Jana felt no hint of humiliation, curled up at Seth’s feet—her Master’s feet—only a curious sense of satisfaction and the sense of sharing a secret with him. The solid wood at her back protected her from prying eyes, and Seth’s big body effectively hid her from anyone passing by, unless they were on their hands and knees.
His staff shuffled paper and presumably referred to their electronic devices, while one after the other spoke to the points on the agenda of the meeting. At some point she heard someone utilize the whiteboard and mutter about the smears of poorly removed previous notations. It was an effort to swallow a giggle.
Their comments and questions weren’t of interest to her, and their voices faded to a drone. Jana rested her cheek on one of Seth’s polished shoes, and drifted, curbing her mounting interest as to what would happen at the end of the meeting. He would no doubt have it planned, and she was content. For now. Who wouldn’t be after that amazing orgasm?
After a period of time, she became aware people were shuffling about and the scent of coffee permeated the air. They were taking a break. Seth didn’t move, although she heard a distinct clatter of china on the table above her head. She licked her lips, wishing for a drink, and a bottle of water magically appeared, dangling from his fingertips. No matter his expectations of her, he was obviously committed to taking good care of her as well.
Plucking the cold plastic from his grasp, she rose to her knees and cracked the top. She swigged back several sips, the chilled liquid relieving her thirst. After tucking the bottle away she considered the situation as
the meeting resumed. Tipping her head back carefully, so as not to bump it on the table, she surveyed Seth’s parted legs as he leaned back in his chair. Experimentally, she hitched forward on her knees and inserted her body between them.
He tensed, and then one hand dropped to stroke her hair, so she rested her chin on his thigh. Wicked thoughts clamored to be heard, acted upon. This little doggy needed a bone.
Gauging a moment when his attention appeared engaged, his deep voice contributing to the conversational sallies overhead, she moved as swiftly as she could to yank at the placket of his trousers, popping the button and wrenching the zipper down. Seth’s tone changed to a modified grunt, and he coughed, his hand returning to weave into her hair, giving a warning tug.
But it was too late for him; she had her prize in hand, literally, pleased to note he’d gone commando. His cock was semi tumescent, softer than it appeared earlier, but rapidly responding to her grasp. Despite the shadow cast by her little wooden prison, she saw the glimmer of precum catching all available light on the wide, purpling glans, and she ran her thumb over it. Relishing the way it lubricated her hands, she slicked it over his rigid shaft. His fingers tightened, pulling at her scalp and she hissed at the sting, but it didn’t deter her.
With a desperate lunge, she got her mouth on him. His width stretched her lips, but she sucked him inside and took him right to the back of her throat. The heat of his shaft was in marked contrast to the cold water and his cock swelled. When she gently set her teeth against him, his hand stilled and the muscles of his thighs flexed.
“Mr. Braxton?” A loud male voice penetrated her focus.
“Uh. Sorry. Repeat that.” He sounded a tad breathless, and cleared his throat.
Jana swallowed and breathed through her nose, then began to fellate him in earnest, revelling in his taste and thick flesh, tracing the pulsing vein along the underside, worrying the small notch at the tip. She became lost in her efforts, a wench on her knees, serving her master. Total aphrodisiac. She slipped one hand free to press it between her thighs, seeking her clit.
Out of touch with the proceedings of the meeting, she communed with his cock, working Seth past the point of no return, pulses of precum announcing his imminent release. With an undulation of his pelvis, he erupted against the top of her mouth, and she swallowed frantically to take it all, the salty, hot liquid filling her belly. Her own climax hit against the circular rubs of her engorged bundle of nerves and his softening length muffled her moan of completion.
Tenderly tucking him away, fastening his fly with care, she curled up again on his feet, sated. And already anticipating his reaction. He might be pissed, but he wouldn’t fire her. No man turned down a blow job.
****
His staff filed out of his office, one or two throwing him puzzled glances. Maybe there was no need to cut the meeting short, seeing as his little personal assistant appeared to have abandoned her duties for the day, but Seth needed to address her initiative, show her who was boss. He felt his mouth curl up at how ludicrous the idea actually was—she had him by the balls, and also held his heart in her capable little hands. How he’d covered that mind blowing climax…
She loved to play, and with the exception of wearing underwear, and that little episode under the conference table, she’d embraced his expectations and fulfilled him. Okay, that little episode wasn’t hard to take.
Mike winked at him. “Don’t get up, buddy. We’ll see ourselves out.”
Seth contented himself with a glare, then nodded at the others.
The instant the door closed he was up and dragging his little minx out from her cave. Her hair was a tangle around her beautiful face and those green eyes glinted with mischief. Her mouth was reddened and slightly swollen and despite himself his gaze locked there, remembering the way she’d worshipped his cock. She had such sway over him. His little head woke up again and took notice.
“Getting a little ahead of yourself, Ms. Webb.” He gave her a little shake, watching how her breasts jiggled and her eyelids lowered.
“Just anticipating, sir. You put your employee’s needs first earlier today.”
Holding back a smile, he hauled her along to the chair without arms, one he’d deliberately incorporated into the design of his office. One never knew when an impertinent minx might require an over the knee spanking. Jana minced beside him on those sexy shoes, coming up short when he plunked down and drew her over his lap.
“Really?” Her question was muffled and he chose to pretend he hadn’t heard her, adjusting her squirming body until her head hung low enough to impede her struggles. He pinned her legs between his own, and when her bottom was perfectly presented, he delivered a number of swats, avoiding the plug. Her flesh pinked beautifully and she lifted into them. Perfect.
Feeling the sultry heat of her pussy right through his pants, he walked his fingers down her slit to glide into the wetness he encountered. He’d definitely have to rethink her punishments.
“Do you think your initiative was well thought out, Ms. Webb? Did you consider all outcomes?”
“Yes, sir.” He worked a finger into her opening and she clenched.
“You did?”
“I meant, no, sir.” Searching out her G-spot he pressed against it.
“Which is it, Ms. Webb?”
“Maybe?” Her voice was strained and her hips undulated.
With a laugh, he pulled out, to a pouting whine from Jana, and lowered her to the carpet. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”
She took the position, giving him a cross between a glare and a wary look over her shoulder. Pulling his handkerchief from his pocket, Seth carefully worked the butt plug free and wrapped it up, setting it aside. Her bottom hole was stretched open, but he wasn’t going to cause her any more discomfort than need be, so he hustled to find the lube.
He drizzled a goodly amount over her anus and inside, then freed his anxious cock. He’d never been able to go again in such a short space of time, not since he was a teenager, but his little man had forgotten that.
“Knees apart, Ms. Webb.” As she shuffled them wider, he took his place behind her, reaching to press her head down, flattening her back. They’d established their exclusivity and medical bona fides the night he’d fucked her vanilla, that amazing joining a testament to their compatibility, so he eschewed a condom.
Setting his length between her sodden folds, he found her gate and thrust inside, his progress slowed by her tightness, despite the dildo Mike had used on her, and he had to bite the inside of his mouth in order to will his orgasm down. Jana pushed back and he sank in to the hilt, his balls slapping against her hot flesh.
Taking it slow, he thrust until she softened around him, and then withdrew.
“Please, Seth.”
“S’okay, sweetheart.” He didn’t need any more lube. His cock was saturated with her juices, and he eased her buttocks apart to reveal her pouting bottom hole.
“Deep breaths. Relax and push back.” He set the head of his cock against the stretched opening and pushed inward, holding onto her hips. Jana didn’t tense, trusting him to the end, and he made it through the tighter outer rings, blinding heat drawing him in. With steady pressure, alert to any sign Jana wasn’t coping, he found his way deep until his pelvis met her spank warmed buttocks.
“Okay?” He prayed she said she was fine, because he had no idea how he’d pull away.
“God, Seth. Sir. I…I can’t. It’s so much.”
Holding himself rigid, he waited for her to adjust or demand he stop, and was rewarded with a tentative clench. Lights popped in his peripheral vision and he drew in great gust of air, then began tiny forays. Pulling back, then pressing forward, he repeated the motions until Jana was taking him willingly. A fine dew of perspiration coated her flawless skin and he bent forward to kiss the back of her neck, dishevelled hair baring her nape.
She panted beneath his primal claiming and he commanded his right hand to release its fierce grip, loosening to fit bene
ath her heaving belly and the flex of thigh until he found her clit. Manipulating the bundle of nerves, he pressed a finger against the cord of her sex and powered into a release that hollowed his temples. Jana shrieked and he felt the shivers of her orgasm all the way to his wrist as she squeezed every vestige of cum from his shaft. Holy fuck.
Slumping to the side, he drew her against him, his cock reluctant to leave its recent haven. As their breathing settled and he thought he could voice a coherent thought, he said, “You have the job, Ms. Webb.”
Her full body shook in his embrace with a muffled giggle. “I’m never fetching you coffee.”
The End
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Chapter One
If I wanted to take your cock deep down my throat and massage it, what would you say? Tanya chuckled as she hit ‘send’ on her keyboard, enjoying the sexual banter back and forth between her internet alias HungryForMore and her chosen companion for the last three months DrivenToPlease. She didn’t have to wait long for his response as she pushed back in her office chair and hiked up her skirt. The warm leather massaged her ass nicely as she pulled down and then tossed away her panties.
Driven always gave her more. Always.
And she needed it, Lord knew that she did. For the last five years she’d worked for Michaelangelo Cortelli as his executive assistant—helped him when he needed to fly across the globe, made sure his meetings went off without a hitch, and got him whatever he wanted, with minimal fuss—and had been royally in love with him for all that time. With Driven she could live in a fantasy world, one where he was Michaelangelo, and she was the exact woman that he had always wanted: That he preferred her thick thighs, rounded ass, and size sixteen waist much more than the reed thin models she’d seen him with; that he wanted her café au lait skin and hazel eyes; that he preferred her wild mane of natural golden honey curls to the blonde and blue eyed bombshells he normally had on his arm.
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