by L. J. Dee
“It’s an annual event we need to organise for part of the Hunter Industries engineering division. I was hoping to get your help with this, Jess, but it looks like I’ll be contracting it out to you now,” he smiled.
“I’m sure Hunter & Evangelista can help with that,” Lucas grinned, watching me closely as I met his gaze, barely able to conceal my wanton lust for the man, even in the presence of Charlie who looked between us with a curious expression on his face.
“It’s Evangelista and Hunter, but I’m sure we will, Charlie,” I said as Lucas laughed. “I’m not naive enough not to know that your name will open doors for me and I’m very grateful, but my name comes first. Non negotiable,” I smiled as Lucas nodded.
“Worth a shot,” he teased and I couldn’t tear my gaze away, feeling Charlie watching us and the electricity in the air was so palpable I wondered if he could feel it. I certainly could. I took a deep breath as Charlie left the office, shaking his head and laughing gently.
“If you can’t celebrate tonight, then we’ll do it now. Those nipples are just aching for more attention,” Lucas said as his gaze darkened. He ran a very mischievous looking tongue slowly across his bottom lip as I mirrored the gesture completely without thought. A small nervous giggle burst from my lips. Charlie had just walked in and Melody was outside, surely he couldn’t mean right now?
I heard him click something under the desk as he watched me closely. “Now, Miss Evangelista, since you are no longer in my employ, I intend to fuck you over my desk,” he said as I stared at him, instantly flushed with arousal and incredibly nervous at the prospect.
“What if someone comes in?” I asked, breathless as the thought of feeling his beautiful body inside me again overwhelmed me with need.
“What if they do?” he smiled gently. “As of five minutes ago I am your Dominant. If someone walks in then that is my problem. As my submissive, you follow instructions and do whatever I ask. Such things are not your concern, they are mine,” he said as I swallowed hard.
Doing this with Lucas would be thrilling and intoxicating and feed the addiction that had already begun. I had control of my life and my business, but sexually I was more than happy to hand the reins to the man sitting before me, rising and walking around the desk as he beckoned me with his crooked finger.
My mind flicked back to the night where I’d crouched, hidden in his bathroom, and he’d threatened to spank the mysterious Morgan. I wondered excitedly whether the same fate was in store for me. My body was aching with anticipation, arousal coursing though me and I hoped it was. It was all I’d thought about, lying in my bed at night, the delicious promise running repeatedly through my brain. I’m going to spank you.
“Take off your blouse,” he ordered as my fingers obeyed, slowly unbuttoning the soft silk covered buttons and standing in my bra and skirt as he watched my every move.
“Very nice, Jessica. Now take off your skirt,” he demanded, a small smile playing on his mouth and I was delighted I’d come to work in my best underwear. I released the zip and wriggled out of the tight fabric, still with half an eye on Lucas and half an eye on the door.
Pools of black had eclipsed the blue of his eyes and his breathing quickened as he watched me for what felt like an eternity, drinking in my body, dressed only in my black lace underwear and silk stockings. The embarrassment of yesterday had gone. He liked my body, he had proved that already and the predatory look on his face was telling me that he liked what he saw now, very much.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, standing and sliding back his chair, taking my hand as he bent me over his desk, leaning close behind me, nibbling my ear as I shuddered delectably under his touch and running a gentle finger down my spine before his palm suddenly crashed down on my backside, making me cry out in shock.
“Ssshhh Miss Evangelista or I will have to gag you,” he chuckled as my mind raced, wondering whether Melody would have heard my cries as my face flushed. “You need to be absolutely silent, can you do that for me?” he asked as I nodded, desperate for his hand, his mouth, his cock, whatever he wanted to give me.
“I think you like the idea of me spanking you, don’t you?” he asked, running soft lips against my ear as I tried to stifle my moans.
“Yes,” I breathed as quietly as I could when another hard slap reverberated across my right cheek and I gasped out load.
“Ssssh, baby,” he said again before hitting me twice in quick succession as arousal flooded between my legs and I couldn’t believe just how good this felt.
“You wanted me to do that when I found you hiding in my bathroom, didn’t you? Wanted me to take down those panties and punish you for being bad,” he growled against my ear as my shallow breath caught in my throat.
His hands moved around me, releasing my breasts until they were perched on top of my bra, brushing my nipples before squeezing them tight. “I asked you a question,” he said firmly, my heated cheeks burning harder as I breathed my response.
“Yes, Sir.”
I was shivering in anticipation as his fingers moved down and inside my panties, running across my drenched pussy as he groaned deeply in response to the wetness. Lucas had lit the fire deep within me and all I wanted was him to fan those flames.
“Mmmm, you do like being spanked.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he ran his fingers over me repeatedly, lubricating my clit as I tried to remain silent under the most erotic onslaught. He was unrelenting, kissing my naked back and sending thrilled shivers across every pore as he slid his fingers inside me, one by one.
He maintained the pressure on my swollen nub, while working me with his fingers; his other hand squeezing my aching nipples. Just that touch sent a hotwire straight to my pussy like a fierce electrical current and the thrill was exquisite.
I cried out in ecstasy, gasping as his hand moved over my mouth to silence me, pulling my head back as my eyelids fluttered and closed. Oh God, it was the most intense and blissful torture and it was all I could do not to scream out loud.
“Ssshhh, sweetheart, we can’t have everyone hearing you come. That beautiful sound is reserved just for me,” he whispered softly, the thought of being his and his alone, heightening my need as warmth flowed through my veins and I finally let go, igniting in a violent orgasm. I shook over his desk, biting my lip so hard to quiet the moans that I drew blood as my body lost itself in the ecstatic vortex. I was still reeling from the powerful sensations as he slid my panties down to rest at my ankles and I heard the sound of his zipper and the tear of foil. “Spread your legs,” he growled deeply as I opened them as far as I could within the constraints of the flimsy lace.
I was trapped, I was wet and I was his, responding to his every touch with my hands splayed over the contracts on the desk as he held my hips firmly, thrusting himself deep inside me with such magnificent force that I couldn’t hold back. His hand came to quiet me again, pushing forcefully against my soft lips as he pounded my pussy in hard firm strokes. It shortened my breath, that feeling of being captured by this magnificent masculine creature only fuelling my arousal further.
I felt small beneath him, overpowered but protected, scared yet safe. His hand and my own panties impeded my movement and my breathing, but I wanted his possession and domination. The arousal, the danger of being caught and the exquisite feel of Lucas deep inside me, fired up cells in places never reached before and I was lost again. My entire being was bursting with pleasure and as his lips met my ear and his deep carnal groans vibrated across my senses, it was just too much.
My legs buckled under the searing heat of bliss that rocketed through me as I came apart, collapsing on the desk. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” Lucas groaned as his cock pulsed and jerked inside me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said quietly as he pulled out of me slowly. My legs were like jelly and I was utterly boneless from the incredible display of masculinity that he had just unleashed. I couldn’t believe that sex could be like this and there were no two ways about it,
I was definitely hooked.
I stayed there, too overwhelmed to even care about how I looked, wide open and bent across his desk as he gently pulled up my underwear before sitting in his huge leather office chair and lifting me onto his lap.
“You are amazing,” he whispered, stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head that was laid motionless on his chest as I tried to control my still erratic breathing. He lifted my chin to kiss my mouth, frowning slightly at the metallic tang of blood mingled with the tender kiss.
“You’re bleeding,” he frowned, running his finger softly across my lip and it stung now. With the onslaught of senses overtaking my body I hadn’t felt it before, but I’d bitten pretty hard.
“I bit my lip trying to keep quiet,” I smiled as he chuckled gently.
“Next time, bite me,” he winked, kissing the cut as goose bumps flared across my skin.
“I will, Sir,” I smiled, moving away to get dressed, still slightly fearful that we might be disturbed at anytime, jumping as Melody’s voice filled the room through the intercom and buttoning my shirt in haste.
“Your ten o’ clock is here, Mr Hunter,” she said brightly as I tried desperately to make myself look as unruffled as possible, smoothing my hair and my skirt and wondering if the ice queen would notice the change in me. There definitely was one.
Lucas looked exactly the same as he had before. I wasn’t sure how he did that but it made me smile. To me, the air felt thick with sex and I wondered if his ten o’ clock would notice. He caught my wry smile, his eyes dancing as he watched me dress, raising one eyebrow in silent question as to its origin.
“Looking at you, anyone would think nothing just happened here,” I laughed.
“Maybe, but it’s all in here,” he smiled, pointing to his temple. “And this desk has never looked so damn good,” he said, my heart soaring at his comment and the thought that I’d left Lucas Hunter with something to think about.
“Now go and plan parties, right out there where I can see you for now. I’ll sort you out an office later,” he smirked, kissing me possessively, making my heart pound wildly just as I’d managed to pull myself together.
I walked out of the office like I was floating on air, realising that this contract may be more fluid than I realised. His office was not the club. Already I was seeing the perks of flexibility.
My euphoria lasted seconds, brought back down to earth with a bang as I heard Melody and his ten o’ clock laughing like old friends, both fixing me with accusing looks as I made my way back to my desk. I wondered if he’d had her type the contract. Undoubtedly not, but the thought made me smile.
She was as sweet as treacle to the stunning brunette, perched upright on the huge leather sofa and I was intrigued. Maybe Melody was only a bitch where I was concerned.
“Who’s that, Melody?” I asked when she’d gone into Lucas’s office and I couldn’t help the stab of jealousy I felt in the pit of my stomach, knowing that she was in there with him now. It was irrational and ridiculous but it was there nevertheless.
She observed me closely, narrowing her eyes in their usual dispassionate fashion and I wondered if she’d heard us. “That’s Roberta Tomlinson, Lucas’s ex-fiancée, she’s beautiful isn’t she?” Melody said as I swallowed hard, muttering my agreement as nonchalantly as possible, but it came out as little more than a strangled “Yes”.
I couldn’t help looking over to his office intermittently to see if I could catch what was going on. It was impossible; the shades were drawn just as they always were. The minutes dragged by and I felt foolish and stupid, my stomach churning. This was insane.
This was a big deal to me and I knew my inexperience could be my downfall. I’d fumbled around as a teenager and he was Lucas Hunter, successful, eligible bachelor and I had never even known about a girlfriend, never mind a fiancée. Chas had said the Hunter’s were notorious for not settling down and I was suddenly unsure of what I’d agreed to.
I wasn’t in that women’s league and more than ever I knew I couldn’t tell him about Dexter. I had always vowed never to introduce a man into my child’s life until I was in a relationship with someone that was solid and dependable. This wasn’t that. Our relationship was contractual, based on sex and nothing more, and before I got too carried away I’d do well to remember it.
She was still in there at lunchtime when I made my way to the sandwich shop. It was childish and petty, but I deliberately ignored two calls from Lucas in the early afternoon. He hadn’t left a message, but then if he was telling me he was back with his fiancée, he probably wouldn’t. I’d never felt this way, or had myself pegged as the jealous type, but I was so inexperienced I guessed I didn’t really know what I was.
I hadn’t been this way about Jake, but even with a contract in place I didn’t feel secure with Lucas Hunter. We were from different worlds.
I thought about phoning Chas, but I knew how that conversation would go. She’d say, ‘you got together yesterday and you’ve screwed him a couple of times. Get a grip, Jess, and enjoy it for what it is. If he’s back with her, then at least you’ve had a fun time and broken a five year drought’. I knew her so well I didn’t need to make the call and I knew she’d be right. The logical side of my brain was telling me exactly the same thing, but emotions don’t always come with a side order of logic and that beautiful blue eyed thunderbolt was already pulling my heart and gut in so many different directions that my head was spinning on its axis.
I took a deep breath, answering my phone as I stepped into reception and made my way back to the office.
“Why weren’t you picking up?”
“Bad signal” I said coolly, smiling at the sexy low laughter on the other end of the line.
“What do you want anyway?” I said in a tone that was much harsher than I intended and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“What’s the matter? Surely you’re not sexually frustrated already?” he said as I rolled my eyes.
“How was your meeting with your fiancée?” I spat coldly, his low chuckle doing nothing to ease my tension or my irrational jealousy.
“Ex-fiancée,” he said, sounding amused. “And it was valuable, thanks for asking.”
Fucking what? Was he deliberately winding me up?
“Good. Are you two back together then?” I asked, knowing I must have sounded jealous or desperate or both, but I couldn’t help myself.
“No and nor we will ever be. It’s purely business. I’ll tell you all about it over dinner if you change your mind. Then I’ll run you through some of the basic rules of submissive behaviour relating to questioning and showing attitude to your Dominant,” he said, his voice much firmer and with none of its earlier playful humour.
“I’ve told you Lucas, no can do. I’ll be back in the office shortly if you’re around,” I said, hoping that I’d see him again today.
“No, I’m in meetings the rest of the day and out all day tomorrow. I’ll see you in a couple of days. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve organised an office for your new venture,” he said and the line went dead. Great. I’d pissed myself off; I’d pissed him off and for what?
By the time I hit the office I knew that today’s little dance with the green eyed monster had been utterly ludicrous and decided to call Lucas back. I knew he was in meetings and had prepared my apologetic voicemail as I ducked into the empty boardroom on the second floor, out of earshot.
He picked up. Fuck. “Hi Lucas, I’m sorry to bother you, I know you’re in meetings.”
“What is it Jess, what do you need?” he answered softly as my heart melted, making me feel even more foolish than I had before as I suddenly remembered I wasn’t even supposed to call him. Oh bollocks. I took a deep breath.
“I was just going to leave you a voicemail to apologise for earlier. Melody told me she was your ex- fiancée and she was so beautiful and everything...I just got jealous. I haven’t done this for a long time and I’ve never been like that before. Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m sorr
y and I’m not the idiot you must think I am. I know what this is and it won’t happen again,” I sighed, listening to the silence on the other end of the line.
“And what exactly do you think this is, Jess?” he asked quietly. Why, why, why did he have to ask the most awkward questions? It was like a special skill. Drawing out the one thing that would make me feel the most uncomfortable in a sentence and focusing in on it.
“It’s a different kind of relationship. Well, not really a relationship, more like a sexual fling with written down rules,” I answered as he paused again.
“I see,” he said simply, which even by his standards was pretty vague and had my head whirling all over again.
“I won’t call you again except for work. I only just remembered that it’s one of your rules. Anyway, I’m sorry,” I said, hoping we could just forget the whole thing.
“You will be,” he said, hanging up the phone. That sounded like he was implying punishments and my brain was in overdrive all over again.
CHAPTER 15
Work went slowly as I spent most of the day settling into my new office on the second floor. As the clock clicked towards five I couldn’t wait for my birthday night out with Chas and Dex at our favourite American Diner style restaurant a few streets from home. We’d booked a table early due to it being a school night. I hadn’t seen or heard from Lucas today and I was glad.
My birthday was always an emotional time and the last thing I needed was any more drama, jealousy or paranoia that I was screwing everything up. I needed to feel secure on this day, surrounded by the people I loved, just to hold it together.
I plastered on a smile for Dex, swallowing back the tears at his handmade card and the silk scarf that Chas had wrapped up for him to give to me and hugged them both tight, ruffling his blonde curls and imagining just how proud his daddy would have been.
We were holding hands, swinging him between us as we left the apartment for the restaurant and I was wearing the beautiful pair of designer heels that Chas had gifted me. They were way too high for playing this game. Either that or he was getting far too big to be swung. I hadn’t even had a glass of wine yet, and there was no way we’d be doing this on the way home I smiled to myself.
