When he finished, she cleaned his softening length, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. She kissed the head of his cock before tucking it away and closing his pants. Only then did he pull his hand from the back of her skull.
Straightening, she looked around once again. It amazed her that no one had walked by this end of the parking lot during the entire episode. Turning back to Gunner, she saw that he’d climbed off the bike and watched her with an amused grin.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go have lunch. But you might want to stop in the ladies’ room and rinse your mouth out before you kiss your father.”
He chuckled when her eyes went wide in shock.
Chapter 8
After an interminable hour-and-a-half lunch with Jillian’s father, Gunner walked away with a new request for his little submissive.
“He doesn’t have a clue, does he?” Gunner asked as they crossed the parking lot.
“Clue about what?” She sounded confused, but one glance told him that she knew exactly what he was talking about.
“That you put together the investment proposal and approached me for help. That you’ve taken over the company. That he’s the president of Hall Industries in name only.”
Turning his head, he watched Jillian go pale then look like she was going to be sick. “Why do you think that?” she asked after taking a deep breath that seemed to do little to calm her.
“Because he was more interested in talking golf and who’s fucking who at the club than in trying to convince me to give him two million dollars. And every time I asked a question about the business, he looked to you to answer. He’s sick, isn’t he?”
Jillian turned away to look over the golf course her father loved so much. She didn’t answer for a long time, but Gunner waited her out. He could tell by the tense set of her shoulders this was a secret she had not shared with anyone else.
“Something’s wrong, but we don’t know exactly what because he won’t go to the doctor. He forgets things and has lost interest in anything but golf and fishing,” Jillian answered.
Gunner nodded but remained silent as they left the golf course and she directed him back to the company. As soon as they walked into the building, he watched her become a leader, quickly and efficiently answering questions thrown at her from a half dozen directions as she led the way through the offices to the conference room. He noticed eyes go wide as her coworkers took in her new short, sexy dress, but no one said a word.
Once he’d closed the door to his temporary office, he turned and looked at her. “I have questions but right now would like to go through the files I’ve requested. I’m sure you have matters to deal with, as well.” He gestured to the stack of messages the receptionist had handed her on their way through the building.
“Is that okay?” She looked scared, like she expected him to pack up and walk out without taking anything else into consideration.
Taking her hand, he led her to the closest chair. After sitting down, he pulled her to sit on his lap. While his cock jumped to attention, he shifted but otherwise ignored the intense physical reaction he had to this woman.
“Jillian, you have a job to do, and I do not want to interfere with your position with the company. In fact, I may be able to help you with your father, if you’ll allow me.” He stroked her, soothing himself as much as it did her.
“So you’re not leaving? You’re still considering Hall Industries?”
Gunner nodded without answering. He had a lot of questions but needed more information about the company and Jillian’s role in it before he could make his final decision.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me until I’ve made my final decision,” Gunner said, lifting her off his lap again. Once she was on her feet, he slid one hand between her legs and up until he reached her apex. Pushing two fingers into her pussy, he tapped the first ball. “You have two hours to finish everything you need to get done today. Now go away and let me work.”
Long before the two hours ended, Jillian stopped working. She dealt with the most pressing issues, but it was impossible to keep her mind focused on business. Her overly aroused body demanded that she stop working, find Gunner, and fuck him until they became a combined puddle of goo.
She made notes for what needed to be done the next day, her handwriting shaky and barely legible. Once that was finished, she locked her desk, turned off the lights, and walked out. Everything else could wait until tomorrow or even later in the week if need be. For now, her body was demanding she find some relief, even if it was just to take the Ben Wa balls out of her cunt.
She knocked on the conference room door then opened it without waiting for invitation. As soon as she closed the door behind her and turned to Gunner, she realized she’d made a mistake. Gunner frowned at her, his cell phone held to one ear as he listened, making only occasional comments.
She turned to the door to leave again, but before she could escape, he said, “Hold on a minute, Williams. Lock the door and come here, baby.”
He called her baby. He only called her that when he was in full Master mode. The few times that day they’d been with others, he’d called her Jillian in a way that sent shivers across her shoulders.
After securing the door, she approached the table that could easily sit a dozen people, stopping just across the broad expanse from him. He frowned at her again then pointed to the floor right next to his chair. She slowly walked around the table and stood where he indicated.
As he returned to his conversation, Gunner pressed against her hip to shift her so that she faced away from him. Then he smacked each ass cheek one time, hard, causing her to squeak. The hot pain flashed through her before settling deep in her cunt.
When she shifted one arm to rub the sore spots, he grabbed her wrist and forced it gently back to her side. A moment later, she felt Gunner’s hand under her dress, rubbing over the bare, abused flesh. His palm massaging the skin intensified the heat the spanking had left her with.
She shifted under his touch, unable to stay still as the arousal climbed. She didn’t hear him finish his phone call, didn’t realize he’d hung up until his other hand came around her hip to curve over her mound. His fingertips brushed over her open, wet entrance, causing her entire body to quiver in response.
“When you knock on a closed door, it is common courtesy to wait until you are acknowledged and invited to enter,” he said, dipping two fingertips through her entrance.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft and breathy.
She gasped when he scissored the two fingers back and forth in her wet cunt. Afraid her knees would give out at the strong pulses of need his playful touch generated in her, Jillian grabbed the table and held on tight.
A moment later, he stopped then his fingers spread and slid deeper. Then his fingers withdrew and took with them the Ben Wa balls.
“I think you’ve worn these long enough,” he said as pent up juices ran down the insides of both her thighs. “Go clean up, baby. Then I’ll take you home.”
She looked over her shoulder in disbelief. “You’re not going to…to…? Please, Sir, may I come?”
She wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Go clean up. I’m tired and hungry. After we get something to eat, I’ll take you home.”
Jillian hurried across the room without a sound. She didn’t want to give Gunner any further reason not to give her the pleasure her body longed for. Just as she was closing the door, she heard him say, “While you’re in there, take off your bra.”
It only took a few minutes to remove her bra and clean up. Once she finished, she returned to stand beside his chair. Gunner was on the phone again, this time speaking what she thought was German. He took her bra and tossed it into his briefcase on top of several files she recognized as personnel reports.
She didn’t fight him when he swiveled his chair to face her then pulled her down to sit across his lap. Once there, he gently pushed her so she rested against his chest. Jillia
n settled her cheek and listened to the strong, steady heartbeat under her ear. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to truly relax.
She was almost asleep when he clicked off the phone and tossed his pen into his briefcase. “It’s time to wake up, baby.”
She made a soft, whiney noise and snuggled closer to his warm body. She didn’t want to move. She was quite happy right where she was. With his arms around her and resting against him like she was, she felt cared for and almost dainty when she knew she was anything but.
She felt him brush a kiss on her forehead before resting his cheek there a moment. Then his hand slid between them and cupped her breast, sending more warm pulsations through her to settle deep in her pelvis. She sighed and allowed herself to imagine cuddling with Gunner on a regular basis.
“I’m hungry and tired, and there’s no food or bed within carrying distance.”
With a deep breath, Jillian climbed from his lap then docilely followed him from the plant. She walked carefully, fully aware that she wore nothing under her dress and praying that no big winds came out of nowhere to share that tidbit of information with any employees that might happen to be around.
After dinner at her favorite hole-in-the-wall café, Jillian was surprised that Gunner did indeed drive her straight home. Though he turned off the engine, he did not climb from the motorcycle. Instead, he helped her off then secured her helmet to the back of his bike.
“Aren’t you coming in?” she asked when he remained seated.
“Not tonight. I want you to think about today, about how you felt and acted, and whether you really want to continue,” he said, the thread of Dom power strengthening in his voice. “No playing with yourself or getting off on your own. From now on, your orgasms are mine.”
Jillian’s cunt clenched as she nodded with a sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
She nodded again and headed to the house. She was not surprised when he didn’t start the motorcycle and drive away until she closed the front door. She automatically secured both locks then leaned against the panel, weak kneed and horny as Gunner roared down the street.
Chapter 9
Jillian woke Thursday morning to her phone ringing as it had the previous two mornings. She reached for the phone as she rolled out of bed and pulled off her sleep shirt. “Good morning, Sir,” she said as she padded down the hall to the living room.
“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered as she unlocked the front door and turned on the small lamp next to the couch.
She walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker before returning to kneel near the front door. A moment later, the door opened and cool air washed over her as Gunner stepped inside. He closed and locked the door before turning to smile down at her.
“Such a pretty sight,” he said, his hands going immediately to his belt.
In seconds, his pants were open, allowing his long, hard cock to emerge. She licked her lips as he stepped forward. She licked the drop of pre-cum from his slit then opened her mouth and took him in. Her entire body hummed with happiness as she savored his flavor.
She swirled her tongue around the head then moved forward, taking him as deep as she could. He moaned as she began to lave his length. His fingers came up to comb through her hair then cup the back of her head. Long before she was ready to give him up, he pulled from her mouth. When she tried to follow, his fingers tightened in her hair.
“That’s enough for now, baby. Go get a towel, and then we need to talk.”
By the time she returned, he was naked, his clothes folded and draped across the chair by the door. As she did every time she saw him naked, she froze and just looked at him, once again entranced by the big, golden man. He took a moment to sheath his cock before motioning her to meet him in front of the couch.
He took the towel from her and laid it on the seat. Sitting down, he pulled her to straddle his lap so they were face to face. He situated her so her puffy slit pressed against the base of his cock.
She shifted her hips so her lower lips parted and her clit pressed against his shaft. Before she could start arching her hips to masturbate against him, he took hold of her hips and stilled her.
“We need to talk, baby, and then we’ll play.” His expression was bland, but when she looked into his eyes, a chill shivered down her spine. The seriousness in his gentle, brown eyes made her long to burrow into his chest and comfort him.
“What’s wrong, Sir?”
He looked surprised for a moment before a veil dropped, hiding the pain in his eyes from her. Lifting her hips, he poised her over the head of his cock then lowered her over his cock until he was seated deep, and she was once again sitting on his lap.
Jillian sighed as he filled her to capacity. The muscles in her pussy clenched, and she felt him twitch in response. Though she wanted to ride him long and hard, she’d learned better in their short time together. So she relaxed her muscles and settled even further into his lap.
“I have decided that Hall Industries is worthy of my time and attention, but there are some conditions that you and your father will have to agree to in order for me to save your company.”
“What conditions?” she asked as a cold chill swept through her body.
Gunner didn’t answer until he’d lifted her until only the head of his cock remained within her then slowly lowered her again. “First your father will have to step aside. He can remain on the board if he wishes, but you will hold his proxy for all matters that need a vote by the board.”
Jillian’s eyes widened. “That will kill him.”
“No it won’t, baby. His heart isn’t in the company, and that’s what is killing the business. We both know he’s not capable of making the decisions that will need to be made over the months to come. This way, maybe you and Helen can talk him into getting the help he needs for his condition. He’ll also have more time for golf.”
The first tear fell, but Jillian didn’t bother to wipe it away. “What else?” she asked, her tone soft and tight.
“There will be a restructuring of management and modernization of the plant. No one will be fired, but we’ll bring in consultants to help them do their jobs better and more efficiently. The advertising and public relations department will be turned over to another of my companies.”
“Will I still have a job?” she couldn’t help but ask.
Gunner blinked and looked surprised at the question. “Of course you will. You will be taking your father’s position as president. I will be bringing in one of my people as your vice president, but it will still be your company.”
Jillian nodded, her emotions splintering and flying off in twelve directions. All at once, she didn’t want to talk business anymore. She didn’t want to think about anything beyond the fact that Gunner’s cock was buried deep in her cunt. But there was one other thing she had to know before she could shove the subject to the back of her brain to be dissected later.
“Will you still be my Sir? Will I still be your baby?”
Before he could answer, she leaned forward and kissed him to keep him from answering. She brushed her beaded nipples through the hair on his chest. The additional contact of skin on skin made it impossible for her to stay still any longer. Using her leg muscles, she began to lift and lower herself over him, riding him slow and easy.
She was only mildly surprised that he did not stop her from fucking herself on his cock. Her slow, easy movements soon gained strength and speed, and she rode faster and faster. She grabbed his shoulders as he wrapped his hands around her hips and moved her even faster and harder until the tidal wave of orgasm washed over them both. Their cries harmonized in the otherwise silent house as they came together.
Once her release had washed through her, all her strength drained out through her toes, and she collapsed to rest heavily against Gunner’s chest. His shoulder was hot and sweaty beneath her cheek, and he panted nearly as hard as she
did.
She smiled when he bent his head to drop a kiss on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her back to hold her close. They sat together until they’d both calmed completely. Only then did he run a hand down her back to pat her butt.
“Climb off, baby. We need a shower and coffee.”
“Mmmm, don’t want to move.” She sighed, snuggling even closer against his chest.
She squeaked when he slid his hands to cup her ass cheeks then stood. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight as he carried her down the hall to her bathroom. He didn’t put her down until he’d stepped into the shower.
“You have to let go, baby, or I’m going to spank you until you do,” he said, only half in jest.
With a disgruntled huff, Jillian released him then turned on the water as Gunner dealt with the condom. Once they’d showered, they climbed out, and he dried them both before taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom. Once there, he turned to her closet and not the bed. Like the early morning loving of the past few days, dressing her for the day had become a ritual, as well.
“This one today,” he said, pulling a blue dress with yellow and white geometric designs on it.
He handed her the coat-hanger and then walked out of the room. By the time she donned the black sports bra that turned the deep V-neck of the dress from slutty into cute and only vaguely professional, Gunner had returned and was dressed except for his shoes and socks.
“On the bed on hands and knees, baby,” he said with a sly grin.
Without a word, Jillian climbed onto the bed and positioned herself as he ordered.
“Spread your legs and drop your shoulders to the mattress.”
Though nervous about today’s toy of choice, she followed instructions automatically. On Tuesday, she’d worn the nipple clips with dangling jewelry that Blaze had given her for Christmas to go with the chemise. Yesterday, she’d worn a bullet vibrator while Gunner carried the remote control device.
He took great delight in turning the little silver bullet on. The first time had been during a tour of the main floor of the factory. They’d been talking with a group of employees on the line. She jumped and barely bit back the squeak that had wanted to emerge as her cunt spasmed around the toy.
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