King

by Dee, L J

  He was still frowning. “Really Charlotte? Wouldn’t you rather have the bed, it will be much more comfortable” and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “You didn’t seem to be too concerned with my comfort at eight or clock” I grinned, recalling the wicked anal sex as he’d bound me mercilessly. He chuckled, pulling me against him. “I just want to be near you tonight and I’m happy to go along with your rules”. “Fine” he smirked moving to retrieve a spare blanket from the chest of drawers and throwing me a pillow. I settled on the floor, thankful that the thick plush carpet was much more comfortable than I’d anticipated, and stared at the ceiling as he clicked off the lights remotely, trying to reconcile my logical brain that was letting me know, in no uncertain terms that this was much more demeaning than I’d ever imagined.

  Chapter 14

  ‘Jason King has you sleeping on the floor like some kind of pet, my inner ‘Smith’ screamed. She’d been allowed out at the restaurant and wasn’t too keen to get back in her box. My new found inner sub however, retorted quickly and fiercely. She was a new voice, which only complicated my thoughts even further and surprisingly, she was one feisty bitch. ‘That’s the whole point of being a sub and you’re not complaining through all the fucking amazing orgasms. Nothing is perfect, so shut up and go to sleep’. I couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped my lips as my conscience raged with itself over this strange situation as I noticed the familiar, gorgeous face, peering down over the side of the bed and regarding me carefully in the thin sliver of moonlight seeping through the barely open golden curtains.

  “Are you Ok?” he said gently. “Yes” I smiled up at him and it wasn’t a total lie. “Tell me what you’re thinking Charlotte”. His tone was soft, not demanding but I knew communication was the key to this whole thing so I opened up. “Part of me thinks it’s really demeaning being forced to sleep on the floor after what we’ve just shared, like I’m some kind of pet and not good enough to be in your bed” and his sigh was audible. “But the other part of me totally gets it Jason. Sleeping together is what I’d do if I were your girlfriend and that’s not what we’ve got going on here. I’ve signed up to be your sub which involves doing some things I’d normally find humiliating, and pushing those boundaries for intense rewards. And believe you me I find the rewards worth it.” I laughed gently. “I like being someone different in the bedroom, it’s utterly intoxicating with you and if I have to sleep on the floor because I want to be near you, then that’s OK. I can sleep in a bed, but then you’ll be in a different room and I don’t want that tonight, so it’s my choice”. I could see he was nodding slowly and his voice was low and laced with confusion. “It’s weird for me too” he said eventually, moving his beautiful head back onto his pillow and we fell into silence.

  It was clear he wasn’t used to this and the thought warmed me. King was probably more intimate with me than he’d been with anyone else in a while, particularly his subs, and the awful thought that he might sleep with Tamsin Lloyd suddenly crept into my brain, as I tried hard to push it away. I spent a few minutes just gazing into the darkness before I spotted the beautiful face staring down at me again. “Get in here Charlotte” he growled, not having to ask twice before I gathered my pillow and clamoured into bed beside him, my inner sub enthralled and delighted and totally gloating as he pulled me hard against him, wrapping firm arms around me.

  “What about your rules?” I grinned as he squeezed me harder, making me utterly melt. “Fuck knows Smith, this isn’t going to be as straightforward as I thought, we’ll just have to roll with it for now” and I couldn’t help but laugh. King had reconciled his own conscience to get around this too. He hadn’t called me Charlotte, he’d called me Smith. I guessed in that way, at least he could tell himself he wasn’t sleeping with his sub. This situation was getting a whole lot trickier than either of us had envisaged and in my giddy mood, I just couldn’t resist. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?” I giggled. “Be careful” he growled playfully, kissing my neck and pulling me harder into his chest and my stomach flipped. He hadn’t said no, I smiled inwardly, despite the fact it was a position, I kept telling myself, that I wasn’t desperate to occupy. Eventually I fell asleep, more than happy to follow Jason’s advice and ‘roll with it’.

  I woke before him in the morning, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest in the dawn light, admiring his beautiful features that looked so relaxed and made him look young and carefree. I smiled at the vision, he was truly and utterly beautiful and it was a sight I already knew I wouldn’t tire of, as I drank him in. Sleeping with him had been wonderful and infinitely preferable to the floor. I grinned to myself, noticing the bulge beneath the sheets that betrayed his morning glory and giggled gently as the soft smirk began to play at the side of his mouth. He was awake and he knew I was watching him. “Good morning Smith” he chuckled, manoeuvring me gently onto my side and pulling my back into his hard chest. “I’ve got another gift for you” he grinned, showering deep kisses against my neck which made me shudder deliciously and grinding his huge hard cock against my backside. “Are you ready for me?” he growled. “Always” I giggled as he moaned at my response, finding the entrance to my pussy and guiding his way inside.

  It was a delicious and wonderful sensation to be fucked into the day by Jason King and we were both smiling, happy and bright as we dressed for work. “Coffee?” he asked as I raised my eyebrows playfully at him. “Tea” I grinned. “Of course” he said kissing me on the cheek in a gesture which was utterly un-Dom like. “How many sugars today Princess?” he laughed. “None” I giggled, moving into his open arms and for all the world this morning, we looked like any other normal couple getting ready to face the day.

  “I’m working late tonight. I had to rearrange a load of appointments from Monday afternoon because I had a more pressing commitment with a certain impatient woman I know” he laughed gently in the car as we made our way to work. “I don’t know what time I’ll be finished so I’ll come to you” he smiled as I insisted he dropped me off on the street next to the office. There was no way I could risk someone seeing us arrive together. After a roll of his eyes and a deep loving kiss, we said our goodbyes and I practically skipped into Grayson International Media, on cloud nine and very much addicted to the CEO next door.

  I still hadn’t found anything to wear for Saturday and called Katie in, to see if she had faired any better. “No, but I’m hopeful that we will be getting a delivery shortly. Grayson’s landed Ian Anderson a pitch for Armani” she grinned as my face dropped. “Was that to placate him for Mercedes?” I scowled. “Probably. He’s still spitting about it though. The man thinks he should have them all. I really hope we stick it to him on Saturday Charlotte. Even if we win nothing else, it’s worth going just for that” she grinned and I couldn’t help but smile.

  “How are things going with Jason?” she smiled, no doubt noting the broad grin, that except when conversing about my snide, arrogant colleague, was etched firmly on my face. “Brilliant Katie, he popped my cherry last night” I laughed as she frowned at me, taking a moment to process the words as her eyebrows raised. “You’ve really never done that?” she laughed back as I shook my head. “Robbie seems particularly attracted to that region” she smiled as I recalled the rimming conversation in La Bodega Negra, shouting “Come in” to the soft knock on the door. It was Annabel from reception with a huge bunch of what must have been four dozen red roses, wrapped in a large diamante bow as my jaw hit the floor, my grin broadening even further at the romantic gesture.

  “That’s very loving for a Dom/sub relationship” Katie quipped, smiling and it was as if she had read my thoughts. I waited until she left to read the card and my heart exploded in response.

  You asked last night ‘whatever happened to flowers?’ This is your answer. They are a classic Baby, just like you. You blew me away.

  I think if I’d have called him, I’d have burst into tears and I’d had enough emotional outbursts lately to last a lifetime
. They were unnerving and unfamiliar, so I settled on a text.

  Thank you, they are beautiful. If flowers represent me, then yesterday’s gift was more like you. Unique, thoroughly satisfying and utterly overwhelming. You blew me away too, so maybe I’ll have to blow you back, tonight x

  I didn’t receive a text back but I didn’t care, I knew he was incredibly busy today making up for all the time he’d spent in bed with me on Monday and the thought made me smile. The roses raised an eyebrow from Sasha aswell who popped in mid afternoon. In less than a week, things had moved so quickly with me and Jason, it was hard to comprehend. We had done things I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams, and he had taken me to heights I had never thought possible. I believed that the relationship was cut and dried, but the date last night and the sleeping together, shared morning coffee and even better morning sex, had muddied the waters. The truth of the matter was that it was becoming harder and harder not to fall too deeply for my beautiful dominant with the tender edge and romantic heart.

  It seemed like an age until work was finished. Alison was still giving nothing away about my rankings for the awards and I was pleased when the end of the day arrived as I made my way home, soaked in a long hot bath and got myself ready for Jason. A thong and a silk black negligee was my choice, as I dried my hair and applied some light make up. I didn’t have any food in the house, which wasn’t particularly unusual, but my stomach was churning so much in anticipation I probably couldn’t eat anyway. A liquid tea of chilled Chardonnay would have to suffice as I flicked on the TV, pacing the room and growing increasingly eager as the hours ticked by. Eventually when my patience ran out, I sent a text.

  Where are you?

  I heard the beep assuming it was a quick reply, right before I heard the low voice behind me. “Here” he grinned as I jumped, startled into his arms, laughing. “How the hell did you get in?” I squealed, thrilled and delighted at his presence as he gripped me tightly, picking me up and kissing me hard on the mouth. “You left the door open” he laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. “I missed you” I whispered against his ear as he pulled me tighter, both of us seeming to relish our new found closeness. “I locked it. Now I think you made me a promise I’ve been looking forward to all day.” He grinned, throwing his jacket casually on the chair, my breath hitching as he undid his trousers, releasing a huge erection and I sunk to my knees as the small smirk touched his mouth. I was already desperate for him. “Not so fast” he growled, pulling his belt from the loops in his trousers and moving behind me, securing my arms behind my back, fastening the leather tightly so I couldn’t move as he stood in front of me, stroking his huge cock.

  I was desperate to touch him, but my arms were tied fast. “Just your mouth” he growled sexily as I parted my lips for him, licking the end of his cock with my eager tongue as he eased his way in as far as it would go, pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail and grabbing it harshly as I moaned at the sharp sting of my scalp as he tugged it hard. He was determining the speed and the pace as he moved against my mouth, firing up my core as I stroked my tongue across the beautiful veins and sucked as hard as I could, trying to relax my gag reflex, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat. His groans of arousal above me, spurred me on, his need my own as I looked up at him, gazing into his eyes as he thrust again and again into my mouth. “Fuck Charlotte” he groaned loudly. I felt the dampness in my core, loving the power of sucking him hard and watching him lose control as he ground himself harder and faster into my mouth. “You want me to say it don’t you” he growled, pulling my hair harshly, releasing his cock as his eyes blazed into mine.

  I knew what he meant, he had said he wanted it, and I knew I could hear it from him now. I was trying to reach him, trying to feel his cock but he was holding back and waiting for my answer. “Yes” I whispered breathlessly at him, the smug smile betraying his arrogance as he thrust his cock between my lips and I worshipped it with my tongue and my mouth, watching him, waiting. “You want me to call you my little whore don’t you Charlotte” and I moaned in response, my thin silk panties saturated with my own arousal and I couldn’t believe that I did.

  With Jason, even the word I hated more than any other was a huge turn on, driving me mad with desire. The man could say anything he wanted to me right now, but he wasn’t doing it. “Are you ready for my cum you beautiful girl?” he growled from above me and I moaned deeply in response, the vibrations from my throat across his bulging cock, pushing him over the edge as he filled my mouth, watching me closely as I swallowed every delicious drop, before pulling me up, arms still tied and shoving me roughly on the couch, kissing my swollen lips hard. He dragged my hips to the edge of the seat, shoving my black silk negligee up my thighs to reveal my panties.

  The silk was soaked through as he ran firm fingers across me and I moaned out loud. Even now, on his knees the man was in control, parting my thighs and ripping the silk from my body. I couldn’t touch him and I couldn’t move and as he sucked and licked at my clit, I was drowning in pleasure. His tongue moved inside me, fucking me deliberately and expertly as I cried out in ecstasy at his skilled and wonderful thrusts. I longed to run my fingers through his hair to feel him, but I was trapped, revelling in the sensations exploding inside my body, moaning and whimpering and as he grazed his teeth gently across my swollen clit, I unravelled, crying out as he buried his tongue inside me once again to taste my orgasm. Jesus Christ, Jason King was an absolute God.

  I was panting hard as he sat beside me, releasing the belt and pulling me onto his lap. He was kissing me hard through my gentle moans as small waves of pleasure pulsed through my body and I knew he was already hard again. He gave me no time to recover, straddling me as I sat on the couch and thrusting his cock back into my tender mouth as I moaned and sucked. I grabbed his buttocks with my free hands and squeezed hard, forcing him into me faster and deeper and we were both lost, frenzied and frantic as he tugged at my hair. His powerful body forced me against the back of the couch and my cheeks were stinging and burning as he pounded harder and faster, moaning and cursing in absolute pleasure as I licked across the shaft, sucking for all I was worth.

  “Suck my cock you perfect little whore” he growled, and far from shocking me or hurting me, the words spurred me on, the pulsing in my clit responding to his harshness as he grabbed my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze as he thrust into my throat. His eyes were burning into mine, a pure connection of lust that touched me so deeply it was like a bolt of electricity and I moaned in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure were building inside me from sucking his cock and I was out of control, lost in the gorgeous man I was pleasuring for all I was worth, and craving his dirty words. “You’re going to come for me while you’re sucking my cock, aren’t you my little whore” and my pussy responded with such a violent force, I didn’t doubt he was right. He was throbbing in my throat and my core was responding in kind, as he hit the back of me, harder and faster, my need to please him consuming all thought as waves of bliss rolled through me, threatening to explode every nerve end. “Come for me you fucking whore” he demanded and I did, shuddering and moaning beneath him as he showered my mouth with hot wet liquid, pulling out of me suddenly and capturing me in a kiss so fierce I was literally breathless. Without even touching me, Jason King had talked me into an orgasm with a word I absolutely loathed, and I could not quite believe it.

  It took us an age to recover, holding on to one another as he whispered to me how beautiful, how precious, how special I was, over and over again. He had used the word, but I knew he was letting me know that it was a sexual game, not abusive like it had been with Gregg. I appreciated the affectionate gesture as I lay in his arms, trying to come down from an incredible high which had left me stunned, physically and emotionally. “I can’t believe you talked me into an orgasm” I smiled up at him and he was grinning broadly as he bent to kiss my head. “It can be done Baby, but to be honest it usually takes years of practice” he chuckled proudly as I snuggled against hi
m, showering his chest with kisses. I was new to this and it felt good to know he had done something with me that he hadn’t done with his subs at the parties. Something unique, something different, something that was ours.

  “I don’t know what it is Charlotte but I have this urge to push your limits quickly, too quickly probably. I had no intention of bringing your trigger word into play for a long time” he smiled gently. “Well I’m glad you did” I giggled, looking up at him and feeling that same electrical current running between us, holding his gaze until I heard the phone ringing in his jacket and I sighed deeply. Who the hell would be calling him at midnight?

  Chapter 15

  My heart sank as he answered it, and I just knew from the look on his face who it was. I’d fallen into a temporary false sense of security. I had been with King for the last few nights and he hadn’t run to her, but I wasn’t sure I could take it this time. Not tonight, not after what had just happened. Once had been bad, twice was heart wrenching, three times was just a fucking liberty. I gazed at the floor as he left the room to continue his clandestine conversation and braced myself for the confrontation.