King

by Dee, L J

  “You can finish for the day now Charlotte, congratulations” she half smiled, giving nothing away as to my position in the rankings. That was it. We had done everything we could to outsell Ian Anderson and now I just had to wait. “I need to go too Alison, thank you for your time” said Jason, rising and holding the door open for me as she raised her eyebrows. “Meet me outside, five minutes” he smirked as soon as we were out of earshot, and for once I did exactly as I was told, desperate for the feel of the man who had just pushed his encroachment on my professional life up to a whole new level.

  We took the elevator together, me trying to look composed and normal under the increasing pressure of my vibrating core and failing miserably, while Jason looked the epitome of the strong alpha male he was in the opposite corner. He threw me a sly smirk as we walked out into the foyer behind the two office staff who’d been sharing our ride, and straight into the back seat of his waiting car as he pulled me onto his lap, kissing me ferociously. “How do you feel?” he grinned as I squirmed against him, revelling in the bulge of his rock hard cock beneath the fabric of my skirt. “Like I need you inside me” I grinned, moaning as his ensuing kiss possessed my entire being.

  I was euphoric, highly charged and incredibly aroused and I didn’t really want ‘the chat’ but I knew it had to happen. I still had a few questions for him that we didn’t cover last night, and guessed we had twenty minutes, traffic dependent, until we reached his home and I certainly didn’t want to be having it then. I needed an angle on how we would play it. Work might not be too happy I was fucking the competition and I wasn’t sure how the whole work/ Dom/ submissive/ Jason King situation would fit into real life. We were already so entwined professionally, it was harder than I’d thought to separate my feelings, to switch off my ‘Smith’. In the most wonderful way, today had thrown me even more, so I took the plunge.

  “I just want to establish what this is and how it’s going to work Jason” I said quietly as he eyed me intently. He clearly had other things than ‘the chat’ on his mind aswell and I couldn’t help but giggle. “I know you don’t do girlfriends so I take it that’s not what I am”. He chuckled gently. “You wouldn’t want to spend a minute more with me than was absolutely necessary, just fuck and get it over with, I think that’s what you said Charlotte” he said firmly, quirking an eyebrow at me. Well I had brought that one on myself. “So that’s a no then, but we are having an unusual sexual liaison and I want this, I really want it, but I need to know how it will be, you know with work and everything”.

  “We’ll keep it quiet and out of the workplace” he said simply, smirking deliciously and pulling me in for another deep kiss as I wriggled against him, trying to quiet the pulsing between my thighs. It didn’t work, I took a deep breath. “Jason, you asked me to pitch with a love egg in each of my most private orifices which you controlled whilst in a meeting with my boss, so excuse me, but the line is blurry for me. Do you understand?” His brow was knotted and he was thinking about it, eventually nodding his head. “You can behave like a prick and no one will notice because you do it all the time” I grinned. That got me two raised eyebrows. “But my behaviour around you is erratic and irrational and I can’t let that seep into my work, because unlike you, I don’t own the company”. He slipped open the buttons on my blouse just enough to slide his hands under my bra and pinched my nipples hard as I gasped at him wide eyed. “Everyone doesn’t think I’m a prick Smith. That particular affliction was unique to you and I firmly believe it no longer applies” he said shaking his head slowly as I moaned deliciously under his touch. I had chosen the wrong time for this particular conversation, my lips parted, breathing ragged and desperate for a kiss that wasn’t forthcoming.

  “When I see you at pitches, or when you’re out with your colleagues you’ll be Smith. When I’m in control, it will be Charlotte, OK?” That sounded fair enough and I smiled and nodded as best I could under my current torment. “This is very different for me too Charlotte. But let’s get one thing straight. While you’re sat fidgeting on my lap, giving me a raging hard on, you do not call me a prick or insult me in any other way. I am going to punish you for that” he said firmly as my breath hitched. That was unfair, we hadn’t established the rules when I said it, but my body was absolutely on fire, and my heart had flipped at the admission that it wasn’t what he was used to either. “Sorry Jason” I said sweetly, gazing up at him through my lashes, as he grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth to his, exploring me deeply with his tongue until we reached his home.

  “Oh and Charlotte, I want you pitching without panties next week” he grinned, releasing the door and holding my hand to help me out. “You’re blurring the line again Jason” I giggled as he grinned wickedly. Impossible man. I was smiling internally, ecstatic at the turn of events, still hardly able to take in that I had agreed to be a secret submissive partner to Jason King as we made our way quickly up the stone steps of his house. He looked absolutely normal, with me on slightly shaking legs and my bra on show through my open blouse and panting furiously.

  The second the front door closed, he pulled me hard against him, cupping my arse cheeks through the flimsy fabric of my skirt as he fired the eggs back to life inside me, the strange unique feelings and the proximity of Jason, making me shudder deliciously. “I want you to tell me how that feels inside you” he growled, watching my expression intently as my breathing grew ragged and squeezing my buttocks with huge firm hands. “Lovely. Different” I whispered “I’ve never had anything in there before” I smiled, partly embarrassed to admit this to a man who was clearly as sexually experienced as it got. “Really?” he frowned as I flushed and nodded. “Well that will change” he smirked, as I took a deep breath. “Go and take them out and then we’ll deal with that punishment” he said firmly, gesturing me upstairs and to the en suite bathroom, feeling slightly relieved he hadn’t tried to remove them himself, particularly the one that was currently doing wonderful things deep inside my arse.

  I caught my reflection in the mirror, surprised to see how flushed and aroused I looked, making my way back to him as quickly as I could. He had removed his jacket and shirt and stood in only his black trousers, his feet were bare and the man looked utterly glorious. I had seen him naked yesterday but the sight of his solid chest and muscular, cut tanned six pack did ridiculous things to my insides and I couldn’t avert my gaze. He was stunning, a heavenly version of perfection, but he was here, flesh and blood and about to punish and possess me, and I was desperate for it to happen. “Take off everything but your panties, stockings and shoes” he growled as I discarded my clothes as quickly as I could. There was no provocative undressing today, I wanted to feel that hard body too much. A wry smile played on his lips as though he could see my need, standing there raking his eyes slowly over me and it didn’t look like he was in any rush at all as I stepped towards him. He put his hand up to stop me, which only served to increase the desperation written all over my face as he watched me intently. “So how do you think I should punish you Charlotte?” he said firmly, the brooding magnificence on powerful display, my short shallow breathing betraying my need under the weight of his gaze. “I don’t know” I said gently and the truth was I didn’t know my options, I had never done this before. He walked towards me, his small smirk betraying his amusement at my naivety. “Well I can think of lots of ways” he said firmly as my breath hitched, suddenly wondering what I was in for “but I think we’ll start with the basics”.

  “Have you ever been spanked before?” he whispered deliciously against my ear as I shook my head, swallowing hard. He held my gaze, my answer seeming to please him as he moved away retrieving a leather paddle from his bedroom drawer and walking back to me, holding it tightly and slapping it gently across his palm. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, imaging the feel of the tough leather against my bare cheeks, my breathing growing heavy. It looked like it would probably hurt. A lot.

  He stood before me running his free hand across my cheek and
down to my swollen breasts, gazing at me so intently with beautiful sapphire eyes, black with desire, assessing my response as I arched towards him, breathing heavily, my heart pounding through my chest. “I’ll give you the choice today Charlotte, but that won’t happen again” he said as I gazed up at him. “It will be this” he said, giving me the paddle to hold and feel as I looked down at it, running my fingers over the flat leather surface “or this” he said firmly, running a large firm hand over my backside as I looked up at him in such desperate need I could almost have come right then.

  “Kneel on the floor and wait for me. By the time I return I expect you to have made your choice”. I did as he said without hesitation gazing up at him, my body silently pleading for him not to go. “Stay there and do not move” he ordered as I followed his command, wanting to scream out loud that I didn’t need time to decide, as he strode out of the room, descending the stairs until I couldn’t hear him any longer.

  I was nervous, fidgety and highly aroused, knowing that whatever was coming couldn’t be worse than the indefinite waiting. He was making me suffer, and after fifteen minutes I almost gave up. It seemed unfair after pitching with love eggs inside me all bloody afternoon, but I had pulled the stunt last night when Tamsin called, and said in the car that everyone thinks he behaved like a dick. Even in my naivety I realised neither were appropriate behaviour for a submissive. It had been a blatant lie anyway, everyone loved King. In truth it was one of the major reasons he had irritated me so much. It took every ounce of strength not to call his name, but I didn’t, gazing at the floor and trying to blank the growing feelings of desperation from my mind.

  “Your hand” I said breathily, as he appeared in the doorway, not even giving him time to ask the damn question and totally betraying my need. I loved the feel of his flesh against mine and also assumed it would be slightly less painful. He smirked wickedly, one eyebrow raised and took the paddle from my hand, tossing it on the floor, guiding me to stand before him as he sat on the edge of the bed looking utterly divine, before pulling me roughly over his knee. Shit what the hell had I let myself in for. He manoeuvred me into position, pulling my panties down and twisting them until they held my legs prisoner, running one hand over my bare flesh, firing up the nerve endings under his blazing touch, while gathering my hair with the other and sliding it over my right shoulder so he could see my face, before cupping my breasts and squeezing tightly. He was taking things slowly, and it was only serving to increase the pulsing need that had been building in my core all afternoon and by the time his hand crashed down I was silently begging him for it.

  I gasped out loud at the force of the blow, the stinging sensation setting my nerves on fire as he rubbed the tender flesh gently, the low rumble in his throat, betraying the fact that he was enjoying this as much as I was. He ran a finger gently over my clit before the second smack came, the stinging pain igniting the other cheek, in exactly the same way. The pain was strange and unique and almost not like pain at all, and I was shocked to realise I was actually enjoying the sensations as he gently caressed the area, a mixture of heat and tenderness, my nerve endings reacting to the delicious assault. “I’m going to spank you ten times Charlotte” he said, his voice low and deep and edged with the desire I was feeling myself, as the third spank came, followed quickly by a fourth, lower down and I moaned out loud. A low chuckle preceded five and six, each in a different area and I could sense every delicate nerve, hot, on fire, cooled by the delicious gentle strokes that followed them and I was infinitely wetter than I had ever been before. My legs were forced together by the panties on my thighs and I could feel my wetness on them seeping from my core as he stroked my hair away again.

  He watched my reaction closely and the bulge under my stomach was unmistakeable as he crashed down seven and eight hard, forcing my clit to rub against him and I cried out as the most exquisite sensations of pleasure and pain took over my body. He hadn’t touched me there since he’d started, save one gentle stroke, and I almost felt a tinge of embarrassment at how much I was enjoying this, but was too far gone to really care. I was panting, desperate for his hard cock as he stroked the spots he had just smacked, deliciously and tenderly. Nine and ten came in quick succession and these were the hardest of all, sending my nerve endings into orbit, my clit pulsing and my arse on fire. He pinched my nipples hard, almost driving me into orgasm as I writhed on his lap, desperate for release, but I was trapped and going nowhere, stilled by the firm hand on the base of my back. The low groan and solid erection that was driving through the fabric of his trousers letting me know in no uncertain terms that he was as turned on as I was, and that in itself was a huge aphrodisiac.

  When he slipped his hands between my legs and felt the slickness that coated them, cursing under his breath, I was lost. One stroke of my clit was all it took and I had gone, plummeting over the edge into a deep ecstatic bliss, my whole body and every single nerve within it, singing with intensity, pleasure or pain, the most delicious awakening, and I was shuddering, boneless and limp across the lap of Jason king. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted but it felt like forever, and as it started to subside he picked me up and laid me on the bed, removing his trousers as we gazed silently and intently into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t read the look on his face, it was a strange mix, shock maybe, awe, wonder and arousal, eyes hooded and glazed.

  “Jesus Christ Charlotte” he said eventually and I knew exactly what he meant. That had been the most intense experience of my life and I couldn’t speak. Any embarrassment had evaporated and all I felt was completely and utterly alive. As he released his huge cock, rolling on a condom, I traced every bulging vein with my eyes, licking my lips at the sight of delicious pre cum that glistened on its beautiful head and I knew right then, what had just happened had got to him too. He knelt between my thighs, lifting my stockinged legs and high heels over his shoulders and plunging himself deep inside me, the position and size of his cock, hitting the end of me, making me cry out.

  There was no stopping him, not that I wanted to, he was frenzied, hard and strong, lost in lust and fucking me senseless as I closed my eyes, drowning in bliss as strong waves of pleasure gripped my insides. “Look at me” he growled deeply, his breathing as harsh and ragged as my own and I forced my eyes open, stunned by the deep hooded darkness of the man who gazed back, knocking the breath from my lungs as the pleasure built and built. I felt myself tightening around his huge cock as he cried out in pleasure, animalistic and carnal, thrust after hard thrust driving us both closer, deeper into the forceful orgasm I knew would consume me. “Come for me Charlotte” he growled deeply and I did, ecstasy gripping my senses as I tried to keep my eyes open, watching the face of this powerful, forceful man as he ejaculated deep inside me, long and hard.

  He removed himself eventually, lying beside me and pulling me hard against his pounding chest. His breathing reflected my own and we were silent, holding each other, relishing the ferocity of what had happened and the slow come down from an intense high that had shaken me to my very core. I couldn’t think of anything but how wonderful I felt right now, holding tightly to the man who had just shown me more desire than I ever thought possible.

  After what seemed like an eternity he flipped me on to my front. I was still boneless and in no fit state to argue. “Are you sore?” he asked, stroking the cheeks of my arse so gently, familiar pleasure was already starting to form between my legs. “No” I whispered breathlessly. The truth was, all I felt was deliciously sated and utterly exhausted as he laid small butterfly kisses down my spine. “Beautiful, beautiful girl” he whispered between kisses, making my heart melt. “I think your bad attitude is going to bring me a lot of pleasure” and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Me too” I giggled as he flipped me over, possessing me in a kiss so deep, I knew that I was already in trouble. I was never going to want to give this up.

  He moved down the bed, removing my shoes gently one by one and rolling down my stockings slowly, leaving a trai
l of kisses in his wake, paying particular attention to the ankle I had damaged on my first visit to his house. He grinned up at me and from the darkness in his eyes, I knew he was already hard without having to look, gasping when I did, unsure whether I would ever quite get used to the eye watering sight of his glorious, naked cock. He smiled gently at my reaction, moving to stand on the plush carpet, just away from the bed, beckoning me over with a solitary finger and I knew instantly what was next on tonight’s delicious menu as I licked my lips in anticipation.

  “On your knees” he growled, the demand in his voice setting my heart fluttering almost as much as my pussy as I knelt, gazing up at him waiting for my instructions. The small smirk played lightly around his lips, just as he’d promised last night and I couldn’t help but smile. “Stroke my cock” he ordered and he didn’t have to ask twice. I was already more than willing to shower him with the same pleasure he had given me and moved my hands slowly and deliberately along the shaft, cupping his balls as he fisted his hands in my hair grabbing it tightly, the gentle sting at the back of my scalp reminding me just who was in control here and I loved it.

  I couldn’t resist teasing the engorged head with my tongue as he pulled my hair back sharply and I gasped at the pain. “Not yet” he growled, deep dark eyes burning into mine as I gazed back at him, my hands continuing to stroke the hard length. “Sorry” I whispered, knowing he was waiting for the ‘Sir’. He wasn’t getting it, I was saving that one, the broadening smirk indicating that he knew exactly what I was up to, but he wasn’t pushing it. A low groan emanated from the depths of his throat as I cupped his balls in my hand, continuing to trace my fingers along the depth of his shaft. “Open your mouth” he said, low and deep, his velvet voice dripping with arousal as I watched each small change in his face as I parted my lips, waiting for his beautiful cock. I didn’t have to wait long, licking the end as he eased it in gently, running my tongue along the ridge as he moaned loudly above me, thrusting into the depths of my mouth as I opened wider to accommodate the sheer size and girth of him, sucking as hard as I could, running my tongue along the shaft and rolling it around the sensitive end, his hands in my hair, pulling at me as he drove deeper and faster. His vocal pleasure and the low curses he whispered spurred me on until he pulled my head back sharply, pulling me to my feet, possessing my mouth, his lips demanding against mine, swollen from the onslaught of his cock as he moaned against me, and I was desperate with need.