by L. J. Dee
“Would you like me to introduce you to someone who can initiate you gently into the pleasures you desire, to do the things that fascinate you so much, Jessica?” he asked, frowning deeply and assessing me closely.
“No,” I snapped too quickly, betraying my hurt at the question as I gazed at the floor under the intense penetration of his eyes that were searching for still more truths. I needed to justify myself, but I couldn’t and he wasn’t leaving it there.
“Why?” he asked again as I glanced back up, flushing under his gaze. He wouldn’t make me say it out loud.
“I think you know, Sir,” I all but whispered, watching him as he moved forward until he was centimetres away from me, my body arching towards him just as it had that night in the office.
“Good,” he said as a flurry of butterflies erupted from my churning stomach and I swallowed hard, taking in his soft firm lips before melting into those eyes.
I still had one question of my own. If he kept this up my brain would be mush, floating in the thrill of his touch, mesmerised by the movement of those soft wet lips as I met his gaze. The spark I felt that first night on the decking had intensified to such a point it was impossible to control. It was certainly impossible to hide, and from the blazing look that filled his eyes with a predatory lust, he was enjoying my response.
“The girl in the dungeon, was that Morgan?” I asked, needing to know if I could really open up here, or just enjoy this delirious excitement for the moment of madness that it was. I wasn’t sure I’d have the resolve to turn him down either way if he wanted me, but it wouldn’t sit right.
“No. I don’t currently have a submissive, Jessica. I’ve recently found myself unable to give anyone the attention and time they deserve,” he said, holding my gaze as my heart erupted in my chest and my stomach tightened with a deep need and I was desperate to ask why. Could it be because of me? The small chance that Lucas might feel a connection to me like I did to him filled my veins with pure adrenaline, shooting through me like some kind of drug as I tried to steady my breathing and hold my nerve.
“Who was she?” I asked as he smiled gently.
“Her name is Miss Black and she is one of the Dommes here. She asked me to scene with her to demonstrate technique to the newer members. It was a technical demonstration rather than a sexual one. Ordinarily, she is the one wielding the whip,” he laughed gently as my eyes flashed in a mixture of shock and relief.
He was demonstrating to the crowd, not in a relationship with his partner. Hope surged through my veins and I knew I was failing to conceal my excitement at his answer.
Electricity shot through my skin as he cupped my face in his hands and I could feel the heat, the passion and the pent up desire that crackled between us. He needed this as much as I did and I was desperate.
I exhaled too loudly as he stepped away, utterly betraying my need and wanting to feel him back here, standing before me with my face in his hands. I needed him to touch me, hold me, kiss me, fuck me...all the things we couldn’t do and my body was on fire for it.
“May I?” he asked, reaching out for my hand and pulling me away from the wall, circling me, like a predator stalking its prey as I held my breath, unsure what was coming next. “Zac told me you were reticent last time, Jessica, yet you’ve come here again. I think you need to understand some of what it can feel like to be a sub,” he said softly, moving in front of me and tipping my chin to meet his gaze. “For research purposes of course,” he continued, to counter any argument before I’d even made it.
My heart was hammering in my chest as I licked my dry lips and gazed back at him, finding myself nodding without thinking. He moved behind me, pulling my arms so my wrists were together, tying them quickly as I gasped.
Before I even knew what was happening he was facing me again, a small curve playing at the side of his mouth as I stared up at him. “How does that feel, Jessica?” he asked, piercing me with those intense blue eyes. It felt hot, his proximity was intoxicating, his low words in the dimly lit room fuelling my arousal to fever pitch.
He was circling me again and already I felt captured and connected to him in a way I’d never felt before. I’d connected with Jake, but this was different. This wasn’t love and friendship cultivated over years. This was raw, physical and sexual. I watched the strong, perfect muscular body of the man I desired so much, and Lucas Hunter was a man in every sense of the word.
He was assertive, strong and powerful, my desire to please him as natural as his commanding presence. I couldn’t explain its origin or why him or why now. All I knew was that it was there, burning like a need that couldn’t be avoided or ignored.
I felt it alone in my bed at night, just as I felt it now. I wasn’t about to voice that yet, although my flushing body was no doubt conveying it through its own autonomic display. “I feel a bit vulnerable,” I said, watching the expression of satisfaction flood his features.
“And?” he asked firmly.
“A bit anxious,” I said and I knew from the way his eyes were devouring mine that he still wanted more.
“And?” he asked again, circling behind me as I took a deep breath, goose bumps flaring across my skin as I felt his breath on the back of my neck and he ran firm hands up my arms.
I couldn’t answer. I could do little else but breathe right now I was so turned on.
“And?” he said firmly into my ear, still behind me, close enough to feel his strength and his heat, yet still not close enough to touch.
“Excited,” I breathed as he moved in front of me, smiling as he nodded.
“I see that, Jessica, although I’m not sure why it took you so long to tell me,” he said in a deep voice that reverberated through the room, igniting every pleasure cell in my body.
“Now I’m going to ask you to kneel. It’s a position that’s very common for submissives. Ordinarily you’d be naked, but not this time.” This time? Was he planning on this happening again, maybe where I was naked? The thought was thrilling. I wasn’t sure about the whole kneeling thing, but he was trying to give me an experience and it was certainly that.
“Kneel, Jessica,” he said, walking away and turning his back to me and all I wanted was him close again. I shifted myself unsteadily down, the binding on my hands making it a lot more difficult than I could have anticipated.
“Open your legs as far as your skirt will allow,” he said, still with his back to me at the opposite side of the room and I swallowed hard, wondering if I should really do this. It was a redundant thought. Of course I was going to. I’d thought of nothing else since we met, my body crying out for his touch and desperate to feel him near me again.
“Open your legs,” he demanded firmly. How in God’s name did he know I hadn’t already? Just those words from Lucas Hunter sent my arousal soaring and I did as he asked, noticing the almost inaudible gasp and blazing eyes as he turned around. He looked calm and controlled, but if he felt anything like me, his heart would be hammering right now and his palms sweating. It was difficult to tell.
“How do you feel?” he asked, striding forwards and gazing down at me.
“A little bit silly,” I giggled nervously as he smiled at me.
“If you were my sub, you wouldn’t feel silly. You’d feel aroused and excited and anticipating what I would be doing with you today. You would want to please me and you’d be happy to kneel, knowing that I liked it,” he said softly as I swallowed hard. The idea of pleasing Lucas Hunter was so much more appealing than it probably should be.
“What would you do to me?” I asked, looking up at him, suddenly realising how loaded that particular question was. He raised his eyebrows, a little smirk flitting across his mouth before he began to speak. Oh God, we were really playing this game and the way I felt, I knew there’d be no way back. I wanted this, wanted him. He was my boss, but right now work was the last thing on my mind.
“I’d ask you to stand and come to me,” he said and this was the point, right now. I could stay on th
e floor, listen to him and take this experience for what it was; Lucas Hunter showing me how it felt to be a sub, or I could follow his instruction and actually be one. He said nothing else and waited. He knew as well as I did the importance of this decision. There was no pressure, but the sentence hung in the air, thick with tension and sexual need. I did my best to stand, shakily with my arms still bound tightly behind me, and very slowly I went to him.
I was breathing hard, waiting, flushing and trembling and not sure what the hell I was thinking.
“What do you want to happen now, Jessica?” he asked. His words were smooth, slow and seductive and our eyes locked in an unwavering gaze as intense as it was emotional. I wanted him to kiss me, to hold me and fuck me. I couldn’t bring myself to say those things out loud, so I said the only other thing I could think of that conveyed my meaning. It had to happen, there was no other way.
“I want you to fire me, Sir,” I said softly, his sharp intake of breath betraying he knew exactly what I meant.
His eyes were devouring me, his mouth curved in a small smile. I knew it didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t want to fire me, but I couldn’t fuck my boss and I wouldn’t quit. Whatever happened now would be monumental, changing things irrevocably and I’d taken a huge gamble. If he refused I doubted I’d ever be able to show my face in the office again anyway, and if he fired me..... Jesus Christ. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I shut my eyes and waited for the fallout.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment you turned up in my office. Consider yourself fucking fired,” he said seriously as my eyes shot wide open and I gasped.
“W-what?” I muttered, noticing the curve of his lips as he watched my expression closely. I was fired?
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve tried to get you alone, how badly I want you? I am not a patient man and I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough, Jessica,” he said, dark eyes challenging me and sending the most erotic explosion bursting through my body. I could barely process the words before he grabbed the back of my head softly in his hand and his lips came crashing down on mine with a force that rendered me powerless and buckled my knees.
He felt so good, smelt so good, tasted so good. I wanted this kiss, needed it, my lips opening to his soft invasion and I was lost.
His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hand gripped my hair, gently pulling me into him as the other snaked firmly around my waist. I moaned against his mouth, responding with the same fierce lust that I had dreamed of for weeks, feeling the erection that was grinding hard against my stomach. My skin was ignited to a fever pitch of sensitivity, my insides erupting in a dazzling flurry of butterflies and anticipation that I had never felt before.
His lips were perfect, full and soft as they mastered mine, determining the pace and the speed, demanding and then gentle. My legs opened involuntarily as his tongue dipped tenderly inside my mouth, the wetness pooling in an instant response and I yearned to feel him there. He nipped my lips with his teeth before driving his mouth against me in a sharp burst of passion, as though he was fucking it with that expert tongue, teasing me, opening me up and making me ready. I responded to that force with an eager longing, never wanting it to end.
My heart was flipping, my stomach tightened in delicious knots and sending waves of pure thrill through my body, combined with a need that was overwhelming. Every stroke, every nip and every touch driving me further under that spell.
His smell was invading my nostrils as he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me tighter as his fingers wound their intricate path through my soft, blond waves, supporting my head. I was being dominated and protected, needful and needed, his masculine scent driving me crazy. I wasn’t certain if it was synthetic or the natural smell of Lucas Hunters pheromones, but it was sexual, intoxicating and addicting, musky and deep and in contrast to the sweet taste of his mouth. Cool mint and hot sex as I fell deliriously into that kiss, melting against him.
I was bound and helpless as my beautiful puppet master played with every sense in my body. It was what I wanted and there was no going back, feeling suddenly adrift as he pulled away.
“How do you feel now?” he asked, noting the slight tremble that ran through my unsteady legs, the flush on my face and my lips, parted, swollen, needy and ready for him.
I felt incredible, like I was floating on air. For five years I’d waited for someone to kiss me like that. Hell, I’d have waited a lifetime to be kissed like that. But I wanted more and I needed it now.
“Frustrated” I said, desperate to pull him back against me. I understood the scenario. If I was his sub, he’d be in control. But I wasn’t, at least not yet and the small smile that played around his mouth told me he knew exactly what I meant.
“Why, Jessica?”
“Because I want to pull you to me. I want to run my fingers through your hair and hold you as you kiss me. I want to trace your chest with my hands, run my fingers across every hard slab of muscle as I taste you and I can’t,” I said as he gazed at me intently, his eyes clouded with lust as he listened to my words.
He took a step closer, taking a lock of hair and sliding it behind my ear, running a gentle finger down my cheek as I leaned into his touch. My lips ached for his, my head reaching forward like a baby bird, desperate for the contact as he stepped away.
“Patience is an important quality for a submissive, Jessica. You need to trust that what your Dom is doing is the right thing for you, for your pleasure. Sometimes waiting is required,” he said softly. I got it, I really did, but right now I was bursting with need and exercising self control was absolutely the last thing I was capable of.
It was as though every moment leading to this had combined in a powerful surge. I had opened the floodgates and there was no turning back. Need was racing through my veins like an unstoppable force and I had to make him understand.
“But I’ve waited long enough,” I said, my voice almost pleading, a small moan escaping my lips as he kissed his way gently up my neck. My body responded in a burst of pleasure, skin tingling against the incredible feel of his mouth against me. I imagined I’d never get enough. I wanted more, feeling his touch in every pleasure point of my being.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice firm but tender and I sighed, realising that I’d have to justify myself with the truth.
“I mean it’s a long time since I’ve kissed anyone,” I said quietly, his soft lips igniting the skin of my sensitive neck, continuing up and down and across to the other side, heightening my arousal so much that I felt like I might come from his kiss alone.
“How long?” he asked, his voice low and deep, never breaking the trail of contact that was doing so much to send me spiralling into a state of blissful relaxation and total arousal.
“Five years,” I said as the contact stopped abruptly and he stood back, staring down at me, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief, a small frown marring his brow as he searched my face.
“Are you kidding?” he asked softly as I held his gaze, shaking my head. It was all I could do to hold back the tears that were welling in my eyes with the sudden intensity and surge of emotion. What on earth would he make of that?
He moved away, circling me again, moving behind me to undo the tie that bound my wrists and I wondered if I’d blown it. There was nothing I could say, it was the truth, not knowing what was coming as he moved in front of me again. His face was unreadable, but I was taking his lead. I wasn’t experienced in lust and this situation was so incredibly unfamiliar that I was momentarily frozen, gazing at the floor, suddenly unable to look at him.
He tipped my chin up gently, his face soft and beautiful, having lost the firm edge he’d had before when I knelt before him.
“Then I agree, you’ve waited long enough. Show me what you want to do,” he smiled gently as my breath hitched and I brought an unsteady hand around his neck, nervously pulling his lips to mine. He responded passionately and in seconds my fingers were buried in
his soft dark hair, running it like velvet through my fingers, pulling his lips against me, demanding and possessive and I couldn’t get enough. He tasted wonderful, firm lips moulded against mine, his tongue opening me up, invading the sweetness as I melted against him.
He pulled me hard against his body and all of a sudden I wanted more. I broke the kiss, looking up at him as I began to unbutton his shirt slowly, seeking his approval and encouragement, spurred on by the silent nod of his head. He watched me work down the buttons, trembling slightly with nerves and need, running my hands over the warm hard chest and sculptured stomach that looked like it could have been carved from stone. But it wasn’t; it was Lucas Hunter, flesh and blood and in this instant he was mine.
His body was rock hard, but soft to the touch, a captivating vision of masculinity like I’d never seen before. I had natural curves, my tiny waist flaring out to broader hips with breasts that my sister envied, but I was no gym-bunny.
Lucas Hunter was a man who worked out. With weights or his whip, I wasn’t sure, but every inch of that glorious flesh was damned perfection and I couldn’t avert my gaze.
I ran my fingers through the small trail of hair leading down from his hard, defined stomach, a thrill running through me as he moaned his approval before I stopped nervously at the waist band of his trousers. Gazing up into those twinkling irises, I smoothed my palms upwards, softly grazing his nipples to a deep groan, resting them against his solid pectorals and leaning in for another mind-blowing kiss.
My bravery intensified along with my need as I pulled the shirt down his arms, strong, firm and muscular. I edged even closer, rewarded with another captivating kiss and the sudden, intoxicating feel of his nakedness wrapped around me.
He scooped me up, carrying me across to the bed and laid me down gently, my skin shivering in delighted goose bumps at the knowledge he was running this show now. I had kicked the hornet’s nest and there was no turning back. Every cell in my screaming body was desperate to feel every inch of Lucas Hunter devouring me with the very passion I’d just tasted.
