Shades of Pink

by 33 authors

  His chest bumped against her shoulder before he clutched her elbow in his palm. “Shit. I didn’t realize there were so many. Here, let me help you.”

  “Mr. Taiden, they’re not that heavy.” Allison darted around him, hoping to take back control of the stack of packages. “I can manage.”

  “Nonsense.” He placed a hand on the top box, making sure there was no way she’d be able to reclaim them without getting up close and physical with him. “Go have a seat.”

  She hurried to her normal spot across from his chair and primly lowered to the expensive leather. He lifted the boxes without much effort and lowered them behind his desk. With his back to her, she admired the tight flex of his ass under the slacks. Damn, she’d give anything to hang onto those flanks for just one wild ride. The tell-tale heat flared against her neck. She fanned her hand in front of her face, praying the pink would disappear before he’d turn around.

  When Graham settled into his high-back chair, Allison’s breath caught in her chest. She’d been so overwhelmed by his touch before that she’d missed his disheveled appearance. His normally pristine Armani suit was in disarray. He’d lost the jacket somewhere in the room, and the top three buttons on his white button-down were open, revealing a white undershirt and a small gold cross hanging from a chain.

  Her lips parted. Seeing him in perfect order always turned her world upside down, but seeing Graham a little messy was so much better. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, beating down the urge to squirm in the chair.

  He ran a hand through his sandy-brown hair and jerked the first box from the pile. “Do we have any changes in the schedule?”

  Allison sat forward, dropping her elbows to her knees. “Sir. Are you okay?”

  * * *

  Graham Taiden was anything but okay. If he had to listen to the delivery driver hit on his pretty secretary one more time, he was liable to cause bodily injury to the man in brown. He’d sat here and pictured her laughing. It was her nervous giggle. The one she used when he complimented her on a job well done. Those were his to fucking enjoy. He used those innocent moments to ease the ache in his dick at night. The thought of those luscious lips, the ones she used to produce the purest sound he’d ever heard, were enough to make him spill in minutes. And if his sweet Allison ever took the box handler up on his offers, Graham would die a slow agonizing death of blue-ball-misery.

  “Uh… Yes. Fine. Perfect. Why do you ask?”

  She straightened and re-crossed those lovely legs. “You don’t seem as put together as you normally are.”

  He glanced down, frowned at the buttons gaping on his shirt—the ones he’d opened earlier in an attempt to calm his blood pressure—and righted the situation. “Sorry about that.” He ran a hand down his shirt and let his thumb loop into the top of his belt buckle. Allison’s gaze followed the path of his hand. Interesting.

  He leaned forward in his seat. She replicated the movement, her gaze darting between his hidden thumb and the gold chain at his neck. Graham cleared his throat, and Allison’s eyes shifted up. Her blush spread from beneath her blouse, up her neck, and over her cheeks.

  God, she was beautiful. Innocent. Sweet. He wanted to taste that red wine spreading over her skin. Wanted to lick each inch of heat blossoming over her. He’d spend every minute of every day in torture if he never had the chance to know if she pinked anywhere else.

  She smiled in that soft way she had and waited for him to continue. She always waited. Whether she knew it or not, she was the perfect submissive and that was the main reason she’d been hired here. He hadn’t planned on falling for her long legs, creamy blonde hair, or the charming personality that always put him at ease. He’d really been impressed by her portfolio and easy disposition—which allowed his need for control to not be a problem in their professional relationship.

  “The schedule is fine. No cancellations and no changes.” He watched as she tapped the end of her pen against her grey skirt, drawing his attention to the knee rocking her leg back and forth. Maybe he wasn’t the only one ill at ease with their current stagnant relationship. Professional or otherwise.

  Graham slid a box cutter beneath the tape on the first package. Allison inhaled. Her sharp squeak stilled his hands. He glanced up. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever heard from her and it intrigued him. Her blue eyes were gaping wide, and she’d scooted forward in the chair. He eased open the top flaps on the box and reached inside for the article that had her freaking out.

  “Is there a problem, Ms. McAnders?”

  She reached forward and pointed at the package. “Sir, I think that’s mine.”

  He glanced down at the pink bit of leather in his hands. The dainty band clasped on one end and had a small silver metal loop in the center. This was too fine a piece for even a show breed pup. He ran his fingers down the length and watched Allison’s eyes water. Her bottom lipped quivered. He’d give anything to slip the collar around her neck, bend her over the desk, and make her spill those damn beautiful crystals gathering at the corner of her eyes. His cock lengthened, stretching his trousers to an uncomfortable point.

  A padlock waited inside the bottom of the box. He tugged it out, cupping it in his palm. “And who gets to hold onto this?”

  Her cheeks flamed bright. “I’m… I… Sir?”

  “Ms. McAnders, this is a collar. And being a member of the lifestyle for quite some time, I know what it means. My question is why would you order this?”

  “Lifestyle, sir?” She sat back, one hand fluttering against her throat—the same place she’d wear the pink collar some day.

  “Don’t play with me.”

  She dropped her gaze and cupped her hands in her lap in perfect submission. “I’m so sorry. If you want to fire me, I’ll completely understand. I just didn’t want it to go to my house and have one of my roommates finding it. I’d never be able to explain this to them.”

  He rose and stepped around his desk, handing her the pretty pink collar. “Is this for you?”

  She nodded.

  Fuck. That meant that she already had a lover. A Dom that would take care of her needs. She obviously knew enough about the lifestyle if she was ordering her own collar—although, that was usually the Dom’s role. Maybe she was hooked up with an asshat that didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

  Graham stood and paced beside his desk. He stopped behind Allison’s chair and braced his hands against the back of her seat. She straightened, dragging the width of her shoulders away from his touch. He hadn’t meant to get this close, but her reaction to his nearness shouted a big red stop sign to him louder than any safe word ever could.

  He bent down and brushed his lips against her ear. “He’s very lucky.”

  “You think so?” She glanced up and gifted him with that megawatts smile. “I’m not sure he even knows I exist.”

  “I’d love to be able to collar someone like you, Allison.” He reached out and stroked her cheek. The caress broke every code of ethics he’d placed on himself, but he couldn’t help it. If some other douche bag was going to get to collar her, then he had to know just one time how soft her skin really was.

  “I had no idea you were in the lifestyle. I wish I had.” The back of her head titled forward as she returned her gaze to her lap.

  Her words thrilled and saddened him. They were an echo of his own thoughts. “Me too.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I’d have never hired you.” He cupped a palm over her silk covered shoulder and squeezed before moving around in front of her. He had to see her reactions. Needed to see if there might even be a glint of hope for him left.

  Tears welled up in those beautiful blues. “Oh.”

  Graham knelt down and wiped one rolling tear from her cheek. “I’d have asked you to be my little sub.”

  * * *

  Her boss—sex in a suit and extreme hottie executive—did not just say the words that she’d dreamed of him saying. He did not. He could not have. “Graham�
�� I mean, Mr. Taiden. This is wrong. It’s inappropriate.”

  He leaned back against his desk, placing his magnificent cock in her face. She knew it was awesome because she’d seen the hardened ridge beneath his trousers a time or two. “No, it would be if I could say that to you. But seeing that you’re already spoken for, I won’t say those words to you.”

  “What?” Spoken for? No. Not even close. But if he thought those things when she was taken, did that mean that he’d thought them before finding the collar? Oh, holy fuck. “I’m not taken. I mean, I’m single. Unattached. And I’m stammering.”

  His knees were inches from touching hers. If she didn’t keep her head down, she’d be able to make out the slight bulge beneath his zipper. She wanted to slip to the floor and beg him to pretend for one afternoon that she was his little sub. A shiver snaked over her. This was her moment, and if she didn’t find a way to get things set straight, she might lose it.

  “Then why did you buy this?” He still held her collar in his hands. “Just for kicks?”

  Allison stood and backed away from his overpowering presence. She needed room and time to come up with a story. Something that sounded better than the truth.

  “Stop.”

  She did. Had to. With the sharp command, her knees threatened to wobble from beneath her. Swaying, she waited for his next order, her breath panting from her chest in rapid gasps.

  “Allison, who was the collar for?”

  It was now or never. She’d probably lose her job, but then again, he was way past the right side of professionalism. “I bought it for you. For me. To fantasize about you.” She didn’t hear his approach and cringed under the strong hands cupping her shoulders, drawing her back against his chest. “I bought it to use when I fantasize about you. For… you know—”

  “Masturbation?” His nose slid against the column of her throat, right below the sensitive spot behind her ear, curling her toes in her heels. Damn, that man had a witching stick for sweet spots.

  She sighed. “Yes. That.” Thankfully at least they were following the same conversation.

  He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Allison, if I were going to collar you, you can bet it wouldn’t be with a pink leather strap.” He nipped her ear lobe, tugging on the tender flesh, and then licked the sting away. “Leather is too harsh for your beautiful skin.”

  He was messing with her resolve and taking them past any point of professionalism. She wanted him to lead her down this path, but how would they ever get back? She had to have this job. Sex had a way of complicating even the simplest relationships and there was nothing easy about a Dom boss and subbie secretary. But the grate of his teeth against her sensitive skin melted every protest she had.

  “Mr. Taiden. Graham. What are you doing?”

  He spanned her waist with his strong hands. “What I should have done a long time ago.”

  Allison’s breaths rushed in and out of her chest mirroring the tightening in her abdomen. If this was going to happen, she was jumping into the pool with both feet. Her body ached for its moment to be mastered by this man. And she never was one to deny herself pleasure.

  She twisted in his arms and brought a hand up to cup his cheek. “Please, sir, don’t play with me. I’ve wanted you for so long. Dreamed of being your sub. Wanted to bend to your will. Every directive, every order turns into a memory for later.”

  His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched beneath her palm. “Allison… Take off your clothes and kneel.”

  Yes. This was what she’d been waiting for all her life. Her hands grew damp, her knees shook, and for once her mind and body connected into perfect harmony.

  She lowered her chin and took three calming breaths. Her fingers trembled over the buttons of her blouse. His eyes darkened and a flush crept across his cheeks. It was nice to see that she wasn’t the only one so affected.

  He scanned from her chin to her waist line and grinned. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”

  “Thank you, sir.” She slid the side zipper of her skirt down. The garment slid along her garters and hose and pooled around her ankles.

  He skated a hand around her waist as she stepped from the cloth puddling at her feet. “Delicious.” Graham drew her up against his chest. “I want to eat you up.”

  “Please.” She wanted nothing more than to have him taste her.

  Her gaze caught on the top button of his shirt and she ached to catch it with her teeth and pop it off. He’d probably be surprised to find out she liked it rough, but maybe not so much. After all, he did say he lived in her world.

  He laced his fingers behind her back and waited. A calm settled over his body. The kind of calm a Dom had before he’d really sink into the role. Her body tensed with the knowledge, her pussy fluttered with expectancy, and her heart stilled, waiting for his next command.

  * * *

  “Allison, look at me.” He waited for her head to tip back and those light blue eyes to settle on him. “Now. I want you to unsnap your garters, let them fall to your legs, and then slide off your panties.”

  Her eyes widened, but she hurried to do his bidding. Just like a good little sub should. She slid her hands over her firm stomach, dipped them over her pink panties, and snapped first one, then the other garter strap. He knew she was slim, but he’d never suspected the fit and defined woman in front of him.

  She had no idea how long he’d fantasized about this. Having Allison only a few feet from him day in and day out had been so difficult, but worth it. He’d enjoyed the way she always efficiently rushed to please him. Much like she was now.

  “Undo my trousers.” He almost lost it when her tiny knuckles brushed his pulsing cock. The slide of his zipper broke the silence between them. “Good.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He trailed an index finger over her collarbone until she shook. “Why are you thanking me?”

  “For the pretty compliments, sir. I like that I’m pleasing you.”

  Fuck. He liked it too. Too much. He’d finally found the perfect woman for his sexual needs, but she was his employee. How would he be able to work every day knowing that he had this waiting and willing for him?

  “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

  Her small fingers gripped his arms. They would feel fantastic wrapped around his cock. He kicked his pants and boxers off, wrapped his hands beneath her hips, and lifted her. Long, perfect legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried her to the short couch. He sat and adjusted her so his cock could flex against her bare pussy.

  Graham undid her pink bra and slid the straps down her arms, tiny goosebumps flaring from his touch. “What do you want from this, Allison?” He nibbled along her neck and waited for her answer.

  “Sir?” She gasped.

  “From this? You fantasized about me collaring you. So I’m assuming you want more than just a kinky fuck. What else do you want from me?”

  She dropped a hand over his shoulder, mingling her fingers into the short curls at the back of his neck, lifting his attention from her perky breasts—fucking beautiful high breasts that made his mouth water. “Anything you want to give me, Graham.”

  Never before had he seen such honesty in a woman’s face. “Anything?”

  “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

  Not only did his heart speed up, but his anger rose with the beats. She was too good to only be willing to accept that. Too honest. Too sweet. Too submissive.

  “You’re my employee. We shouldn’t even be doing this.” He slid his hand down her stomach and over her waxed mound. God, he loved that she was bare for him. “I could face serious sexual harassment charges for this.”

  She tipped up and into his hand, her pelvis rocking against him. There was nothing more beautiful that watching a woman chase her orgasm.

  “I would never do that to you.” She wouldn’t. He believed that with his whole heart, but it was still a gross disregard of his use of power. Yet, he couldn’t stop.

 
He dipped his index finger into her slit and moaned at the damp trail coating her lips. “You have the sweetest pussy.”

  “Please, sir.” Her head dropped back and she whimpered.

  “Please, what?”

  “Touch me.”

  He needed no further encouragement to breach her pussy and feel her heat. Her sheath clenched around his index finger, milking his hand the way he knew she’d milk his cock.

  “Ride me. Ride my finger and find your release,” he groaned.

  She opened her eyes and blinked. He grabbed her hip with his free hand and urged her to move. At first, the slow rocking motion was cute, but soon, she settled into a rhythm that had him leaking all down his boxers. Fuck she was beautiful.

  Small mewling sounds escaped her parted lips, and she’d risen to her knees to give him better access with his hand. He added another finger, screwing it into her swollen folds. She’d go over the edge soon and when she did, he’d have to make his decision.

  “Kiss me.”

  She was so lost in her own world, she’d missed his command.

  He removed his hand and watched the pain settle over her face. “Allison, kiss me now.”

  He leaned back, letting his head sink into the cushion of the couch while she planted soft kisses along his lips. Short, sweet little pecks that were designed to tease, but he was well past the teasing stage.

  “Kiss me like you want me to kiss your pussy.”

  Her delighted little gasp brushed over his mouth. He waited for her next move. Would she rise to the challenge or would it be too much for this early stage of their physical relationship?

  Soft, pink lips pressed harder against his. She traced her tongue along the edge of his teeth, lapping at his lips like they were the sweetest nectar. He opened his mouth and waited again, holding as still as possible to see just how dirty his little sub would get. She fitted her hips against his stomach, grinding against his abs. He braced her hips with both hands and held her still. Her tiny cry of protest delighted him.