His Every Touch [The Complete Series]

by Harriet Lovelace

  Courtney's brain buzzed, thoughts and sensations chasing each other in a cacophony of chaos until she wasn't sure what she was thinking or feeling. She'd been prepared, ready to take charge. She would hand in her resignation, look for another job. She had a list of prospective employers. And then Vance was there, something in his pale eyes that didn't belong. Whatever had started was over, she was sure. Or at least, she had been sure until he'd kissed her, a man dying of thirst finding an oasis in a desert. His mouth demanding and greedy on hers.

  “If you don't want this, stop me,” Vance murmured against her ear, voice low and husky with desire. “Otherwise...” he slipped his fingers through the folds of her blouse, digits hot against her skin as they skimmed over her ribcage and around to the small of her back. When she didn't protest, his mouth returned to hers, teeth scraping lightly over her bottom lip. The hand on her back moved higher, deftly unhooking her bra. When his thumb brushed between the underside of her breast and the elastic of her bra, Courtney squirmed. Vance smiled against her mouth. He broke their kiss but kept their bodies pressed together.

  “We're going to fuck, Courtney.” His voice was even, sounding more like the CEO she'd spilled coffee on just the day before. “And I'm going to make you scream.”

  Courtney nodded. Not that there was anything else she could do. The power of speech seemed to have deserted her. She let Vance pull her over to the couch, the sense of relief that rushed through her made her knees weak. He wasn't going to fire her. He was going to tell her what to do. She didn't have to decide anything more than whether or not to say no.

  “Clothes off.” Vance slipped his hand under her loose bra, cupping one full breast. He ran his thumb over her nipple, and she couldn't stop the whimper that escaped. “I want to see what your clothes have been hiding.”

  Courtney kept her gaze on Vance as she removed her shirt and bra. When his eyes flicked down to her pants, she removed them as well. She started to take off her plain cotton panties when Vance held up a hand. He stepped closer and ran his fingertip along the skin just above the elastic waistband, sending goosebumps across Courtney's flesh.

  “Thought you promised to never wear these.”

  The words were out of her mouth before she realized she was going to say them. “I thought that was only at work.”

  Vance grinned. “I think we may need to get some clarification regarding your promises.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic. “But first things first.” He waited until she stepped out of her panties before looking at her. His gaze was hungry as it ran the length of her body.

  Courtney's hands automatically moved to cover herself, blushing at the intensity on Vance's face.

  “No.” The word was soft, but Courtney could heard something harder beneath, something that sent a rush of heat through her entire body. Vance reached out and covered her hand with his own, shifting to make the angle less awkward. He threaded his fingers through hers. “Why would you feel the need to hide?” The steel in his voice had tempered. “You have a beautiful body.”

  Courtney gasped as Vance cupped her sex with their joined hands. She parted her legs as he slipped their middle fingers between her slick folds. “Vance,” she breathed his name as he moved their hands, unsure if she was protesting or begging. The heel of her palm pressed against her clit as Vance pushed her finger into her cunt.

  “Shh,” Vance whispered. His finger joined hers and Courtney cried out.

  It was too much, too soon. She wasn't stretched enough, but the pressure on her clit turned the pain into almost-pleasure. Her nerves were taut, a day's worth of tension running through her and then she was cumming, the rhythmic strokes of their fingers coaxing the pleasure from a mini-wave to a full-blown orgasm. Her knees buckled, and Vance grabbed her around the waist, easing her back onto the couch, hands never stilling though Courtney's was limp, completely under Vance's control. Only after Courtney's entire body had gone stiff a second time and her eyes rolled back into her head did Vance let their fingers slide from between her legs.

  Courtney's eyes fluttered open at the sound of clothes falling to the floor. His torso was exactly how she remembered it, firm muscles with a fine smattering of blue-black hair trailing from his bellybutton down to courser curls. He was bigger than she'd imagined, thicker and curving up towards his abs. A sudden giggle bubbled up.

  Vance's lips twitched. “Not exactly the reaction a man wants when a woman sees him naked for the first time.” He sounded like he was trying to make the words harsh, but he couldn't quite erase his own amusement.

  “Abs,” Courtney tried to explain. “'Fuck you and your tight abs Vance Forster.'” Another fit of laughter took her. She barely felt Vance's hands on her knees, and then her laugh turned into a half-scream as he buried himself inside her with one thrust. Courtney's back arched, limbs went rigid, as her body struggled to adapt to the intrusion. Before it could, he was pulling back, leaving just the head in, and then pushing forward, making Courtney keen.

  “You're so tight,” Vance spoke through gritted teeth. “Feels so good inside you. Been dreaming about this moment since I first saw you.”

  The words washed over her, but Courtney didn't let them sink in. Her body had enough to process with Vance's bruising pace wreaking havoc with her overstimulated nerves. As her body stretched to accommodate him, her hips began to rise and fall of their own volition, meeting Vance's every stroke, forcing him deeper than she'd thought possible.

  “One more time, Court,” Vance grunted, face showing the strain of holding himself back. His hips stuttered in their rhythm, and he leaned forward to lock blue with gray, arctic with storm. “Come again for me.”

  Courtney hovered on the edge, wanting that release but unable to make her body comply. A wail of pure frustration spilled from her lips.

  “I said, come.” Vance slammed into her, the tip of him hitting the end of her as his fingers closed around her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to break through the last of her resistance, and she shattered.

  When she came to, she was stretched out on her couch, Vance lying behind her, an afghan covering them both, one muscled arm draped over her waist.

  “Looks like that was as good for you as it was for me,” Vance quipped, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

  “Still think it was a bad idea?” Courtney kept her tone light even though her stomach knotted at the thought of this being the end.

  “That depends,” Vance said warily.

  Courtney rolled onto her back so she could see his face. “On what?”

  “On how many of those promises you intend to keep.”

  Heat rose to Courtney's cheeks. “What do you mean?”

  Vance propped himself up on his elbow. “What I said in my office, I meant it, Courtney. I think you need discipline, that you want it.” His eyes darkened. “And I want to be the one to do it.”

  A thrill ran through her, quickly followed by trepidation. What was he going to make her do? And what if she didn't want to do something he asked? Just how far did this obedience thing go?

  Almost as if he read her mind, Vance was speaking. “It's a relationship of trust Courtney. I trust you to set the limits, to hold me to them. And you trust me to know what you want, even if you won't ask for it, and to stop when it's too much.” His fingers traced patterns on her skin. “I won't lie and say that I don't want this. I do. I like the idea of controlling you. Of being in charge of when you come. Of expanding your horizons. Of making you do things you never would have thought you'd enjoy. But it only works if you trust me.” He fell silent, waiting for her response, watching her think.

  Was this what she wanted? To give control to this man who made her body burn with every touch? Could she trust him enough to give him that control? The rational part of her said no. Were a few orgasms – no matter how amazing – worth having someone else make decisions for her? But how nice had it been to just let go, to know that the only thing she had to do was follow what he said?


  “All right.” Her voice sounded small in her own ears. “But nothing crazy.”

  Vance's smile lit up his entire face. “We'll start small.”

  ***

  Courtney stood in front of her mirror, eyes searching for some discernible difference from the woman she'd been yesterday. Vance had stayed for hours. They'd covered all the buzz words – hard limits, soft limits, safe words – and set what she felt were reasonable expectations. They'd fucked two more times before he'd finally gone and, for the first time in her life, she'd gone to bed completely sated.

  Now, as she prepared to go back in to work, her body tingled with anticipation. Everything was about to change.

  ***

  It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. Sex was about power and control and pleasure... right? And yet, when he'd been inside her, ordering her to cum again, it hadn't felt like he wanted it to display the power he had over her. It had felt like he'd just wanted her to cum for her pleasure alone, as if her emotions were his primary concern. That wasn't part of the plan.

  When she asked if he still thought it was a bad idea, what they'd done, he sensed that their relationship hung in the balance. Whatever he did next would set the course of what was to come. This was the opportunity he'd been waiting for.

  ***

  Thirty-one year-old Vance Forster stood at his office window, arctic blue eyes staring, unseeing, at the gray autumn morning. His hands were in his pockets, his muscles tense. He'd barely slept the night before, mind inundated with memories.

  Her body stretched out next to him, the curve of her ass pressed against his hip.

  Her mouth was sweet, tasting of the peaches she'd been eating, their taste rich on his tongue.

  Her pussy gripped his cock, muscles spasming as her orgasm enveloped her, and he could hold back no longer.

  The fantasies had been just as hard to ignore.

  She sat across from him, parting her legs to give him a glimpse of the pale down between her thighs.

  Ropes suspended her naked body, toes just skimming the floor, the gag in her mouth muffling any cries she might have made.

  He could feel her muscles flutter as he penetrated her virgin ass, her whimpers of pain urging him on.

  Vance ran a hand through his blue-black hair, trying to banish the thoughts that were making his pants increasingly uncomfortable. He didn't need to be thinking of some of the more extreme things he wanted to do to his nearly twenty-eight year-old employee. Just the thought of those dark gray eyes pleading, kiss-swollen lips begging, was enough to make him want to excuse himself to his bathroom to relieve the tension. They were going to start slow.

  Which means the first part of his fantasy was about to become a reality.

  Rule #1. Unless given permission, the sub is not to wear panties.

  His intercom buzzed and his assistant's voice came into the silent room. “Ms. Bell here to see you.”

  “Send her in,” his voice betrayed none of the chaos churning inside him. After all these years, it was finally beginning. Courtney Bell was going to be completely and unequivocally his.

  He didn't turn when the door opened or even when he heard it close. His hands twitched in his pockets at the soft brush of her shoes on the expensive carpet. After they stopped, he waited in silence, letting it draw out until the energy between them was nearly palpable. Only then did Vance turn. He let his gaze run over her, heated and lingering.

  Her ash blond waves were down and loose, framing a pale face. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and desire in their stormy depth. She'd chosen to wear a pale gray blouse under her black jacket, both of which, along with her matching skirt, had been fitted to flatter her curves. But unlike any of the other men who may have admired her today, Vance knew what lay underneath the fabric. He knew that her sheer stockings stopped mid-thigh, just two inches above the hem of her skirt. The bra he'd ordered her to wear under a pale-colored shirt of her choice was black lace. The matching panties would be, however, absent. His eyes dropped to her feet. She'd done as he instructed. A new pair of black heels gave her an extra four inches and enhanced her shapely legs. If he hadn't already been half-hard, seeing her would've done the trick. As it was, he needed to adjust himself, a grin playing over his lips when her eyes followed his hand to his crotch.

  “Have you followed all of my instructions, Ms. Bell?” Vance sat down, folding his hands in front of him.

  “Yes, sir.” Courtney's voice was faint.

  “If you ever lie to me.” Vance assumed the soft, even tone he used when in this role, carefully devoid of real emotion. “The punishment will be far more severe than if you merely disobeyed. So I'll ask you again. Did you follow all of my instructions?”

  “Yes, sir.” The words had a bit more bite and some of the fear had faded from her face.

  “Show me.” He leaned back.

  Color rushed to Courtney's cheeks, and she hesitated.

  “Now, Ms. Bell.” Vance raised an eyebrow. “Or do I need to call Emma in to help you?”

  Pale pink turned into lovely red as the threat registered. He waited, half-expecting her to safeword. She'd never done this before and there was never a way to know for sure how a submissive would behave when put to the test. When Courtney's hands moved to unbutton her jacket, he breathed a mental sigh of relief.

  The jacket parted slowly the minute tremble in Courtney's hands barely visible. As she discarded the garment, Vance's gaze ran along the faint outline of the bra under the lighter silk. The undergarment would only show in the right light and only if one knew to look. It was perfect, the type of thing that could honestly be explained away by missing laundry day or just grabbing the wrong garment while in a rush. But because Courtney knew the real reason, she'd constantly be afraid that someone would see and guess the reason behind it.

  “Unbutton the shirt,” Vance worked at keeping his tone lazy, as if every nerve in his body wasn't taut under his skin, as if he didn't want to just say 'fuck it' and take her right there. “But don't untuck it.” He added.

  The glance over her shoulder told him what he needed to know. He stood and crossed to his door. The lock clicked softly into place. Emma had already been told not to disturb him with Ms. Bell, but Courtney didn't need to know that. This would be a good time to set down another rule.

  “Because this is our first... session,” he chose the word carefully. “I'll lock the door to make you more comfortable. From here on out, however, you will do what I say, where and when I say it. If I tell you to strip, drop to your knees and suck me off in the middle of Times Square on New Year's Eve,” he passed by close enough to brush her arm with his. “You'll say 'thank you, sir,' and do it.” He heard the hitch in her breath but when he turned back, her face was impassive, her fingers already undoing her buttons.

  Creamy flesh gradually came into view, the soft curve of full breasts, and then the black lace, dark against her natural coloring. The flat expanse of stomach was next, not quite one hundred percent flat, just enough to prove her curves were natural. The last to undo was just under her bellybutton. Keeping the shirt tucked into her skirt left a tantalizing strip of body bare, just hinting at the lushness Vance knew lay beneath.

  “Now, the rest.”

  Courtney gave him a puzzled look, then gasped when his eyes flicked down.

  “Are you wearing panties, Ms. Bell?” When she shook her head, he continued. “Then hike up your skirt and show me.”

  Face blazing, Courtney gripped the hem of her skirt and inched it up her legs. When she reached the top of her stockings, she faltered for a second. Vance didn't speak, the silence nearly deafening as he waited for her to make her choice. Slowly, she continued until fine, pale curls appeared. Eventually, he planned to have her shave, but that would be a part of a future lesson. For now, he didn't mind the sparse hair. Part of him wondered how Courtney would react if he reached out and tugged on it.

  “Pull it down enough to cover your ass and h
ave a seat,” Vance pointed towards a stiff-backed wooden chair that he'd had added this morning.

  Courtney immediately complied, the relief clearly written on her face as she covered herself, if only just barely. Vance tried not to smirk, knowing her relief was about to be short-lived. He turned his chair to watch her as she walked, to face her when she sat. He couldn't hide his amusement, though, as she tried to find the most comfortable and least revealing way to sit. To his delight, she unintentionally flashed him several times before settling with her knees pressed firmly together. He let her stay that way for a few minutes, letting the tension build again.

  “Spread your legs,” Vance allowed himself a smile. “Let me see you.”