by Opal Carew
She stepped toward him as he obeyed, bracing himself against the desk. Then she flicked the crop back and slashed through the air until it connected with his gorgeous ass. A red mark appeared, in the shape of a heart. That’s why she’d chosen this crop. Because she liked the idea of leaving red hearts on his ass.
She flicked the crop again, on the other cheek this time, then watched the heart appear.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
A part of her told her to stop.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes, Mistress.” This time his words came out in a sexy rumble.
God, this was turning him on, too.
She smacked again, forming another heart. Then again.
She stepped back and admired her handiwork.
“Please punish me, Mistress. I was very bad.”
“I will punish you.” She stepped closer and ran her fingertips over the angry red flesh, needing to touch him. His skin was hot where it was red. She glided her fingertip around one heart, then she stroked his hard, muscular butt with her palm. “Now, turn around.”
She stepped back as he straightened up. When he turned around, her gaze shot straight to his rock-hard cock, the fabric of his shirt draping over it.
Oh, God, she wanted to touch it. To feel it in her hand.
“Go sit in your chair.” Her voice came out raspy so she cleared her throat.
She walked to her briefcase again and retrieved the black leather bands she’d brought. He sat in the black executive chair now and she approached him, her gaze falling again to his big cock, which was standing straight up. Long and hard.
“Put your hands on the armrests.”
When he complied, she wrapped one of the leather bands around his wrist, binding it to the armrest, then fastened it. She then bound his other wrist in the same way.
She smiled at the sight of him sitting there, helpless before her. She leaned forward and stroked the tip of his hard cock and watched him twitch.
She stepped back and leaned against the desk.
“Now, maybe I should go let that secretary of yours in here. I wonder if she’d be shocked seeing you like this.” She grinned. “Or maybe she’d climb aboard and give you the ride of your life.” She glanced toward the door. “That could be fun to watch.”
She could tell Matt wasn’t worried in the least. He knew she’d be more embarrassed than he was if the woman walked in here right now. He also knew she’d never share him.
“Yes, Mistress. That would be a severe punishment. Having that beautiful young woman climb on top of me and ride me to orgasm. My hard cock gliding in and out of her. Her wet pussy clenching around me.”
Oh, God, he knew what he was doing. Her insides melted and she longed for that hot, hard cock of his to be inside her right now.
“No, I think I can find other ways to torture you.”
She unbuttoned her suit jacket and his gaze locked onto her chest as the garment opened, revealing her red bra beneath. It was trimmed with delicate black lace, but the cups were made of totally transparent red fabric, so he could clearly see her breasts and the hard nipples. She stroked a finger over one bud. Her insides quivered. She stroked the other, seeing his blue eyes darken as he watched. She pushed herself from the desk and reached behind her to unfasten the skirt, then she shimmied it downward until it fell to the floor. She wore equally transparent panties. His gaze shifted to her crotch. She stroked her hand over her stomach, then lower. As her fingers glided under the fabric, his breath caught. She pushed her fingers into her folds, then inside her damp opening. She was so hot, and anxious to have his big cock inside her. She ripped off her panties, then turned and leaned over the desk.
“Lick me,” she demanded.
“Yes, Mistress.”
He might be bound to the chair, but she knew that wouldn’t stop him. He rolled the chair forward until it pressed against the backs of her legs, his legs on either side of hers, then he leaned forward. She felt his slightly whisker-roughened cheek brush her upper thigh. She grasped her ass and opened to reveal her wet folds to him, then almost jumped as she felt his tongue brush against her.
He licked the length of her slit several times, then he pushed his tongue into her opening and wiggled, sending heat through her. He shifted and his tongue found her clit. He flicked against it, but couldn’t quite reach as well as she’d like.
She could release his hands so he could maneuver better, but she didn’t want to do that yet.
“Stop.”
His face moved away and she turned around as best she could with the chair against her. He leaned forward and his tongue found her clit again and flicked.
“Oh.” Pleasure vibrated through her.
He flicked again, then drove his tongue into her.
She placed her hands on the front of the armrests and pushed the chair backward, giving her space. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her hands around his hard shaft, then licked him. He groaned as she wrapped her mouth around him, and swirled her tongue over him. Then she glided down, taking him deep inside her throat.
“Oh, God, that feels good.”
She drew back, then took him deep again. He arched his pelvis as she squeezed him.
She dropped him from her mouth, then climbed onto his lap, resting her knees on either side of his legs. If she released his hands, he could stroke her breasts and pull her tight to him, his hands cupping her ass, but she liked having this control over him. She cupped her breast and leaned forward, pressing her nipple to his mouth. His tongue darted out and he licked her, his raspy tongue dragging over her sensitive nub. Then he took it in his mouth and sucked. She moaned at the exquisite sensation. She pressed her other breast to his mouth and he licked her nipple, then sucked it, too.
“Oh, God, I want you.” She leaned back and ripped open his shirt, sending buttons scattering. She licked his hard chest, then grazed his hard nipple with her teeth, eliciting a groan.
She wrapped her hand around his thick cock, then pressed it to her opening. His big cockhead stroked her wet flesh as she rocked his cock back and forth, then she positioned him and glided downward, taking his hard flesh deep inside.
He groaned and jerked his pelvis up, driving deeper. She gasped, then squeezed him inside her.
She leaned close to his neck and nuzzled, then murmured, “I’m in control now, do you understand? Displease me and I’ll leave you aching and wanting. Please me and I’ll give you the satisfaction you need.”
His head dropped back against the chair. “Yes, Mistress, I’m yours to command.”
She smiled and lifted herself, reveling in the feel of his big cockhead dragging along her passage, then she glided down. Slowly. She glided up and down again. His body stiffened as she took him deep, again and again. She moved faster, his shaft filling her. She squeezed it, so hard and thick.
Pleasure swamped her senses and she moaned.
“Oh, God, yeah.” Matt’s voice was deep and hoarse.
She kissed his neck. “Call me ‘Mistress.’”
“Yes, Mistress. It feels so good.”
Her breathing was fast and heat enveloped her. “Tell me more.”
“My cock is aching inside you. You feel so good around me that it hurts. It’s going to explode any minute now.”
She gazed at his face. “Not yet. Not until I say so.” She squeezed him and he groaned. It was so sexy commanding him to pleasure her.
His body was tense and his face contorted in delicious agony. She smiled and drew out the moment, continuing to squeeze him in her hot passage, her own pleasure rising as he quivered with need.
“Please, Mistress,” he murmured.
She was barely able to hold back her own orgasm, but she feigned a moment of consideration before she nodded. “You may come now.”
He shuddered and she felt hot liquid fill her insides. She glided her finger between them and flicked her clit. Wild sensations fluttered t
hrough her and she moaned as an exquisite orgasm erupted inside her.
She groaned as she continued to ride him, his big cock still stretching her as she bounced up and down, the wave of pleasure pulsing through her. Finally, she collapsed against him, mild eddies of pleasure still washing through her.
She could hear his heartbeat against her ear as she clung to his broad shoulders. She pushed herself to her knees, letting his spent cock slip from her, then she stood up.
“Is it clear now who is in charge?” she asked with a wicked grin.
He smiled. “You are, Mistress.” He gazed up at her, then his expression turned serious. “You have always been in charge.”
She drew in a breath. He’d said that kind of thing before, but she realized she was now beginning to believe him. And that gave her confidence.
She unfastened his wrists and tossed the leather straps on the desk.
“What would you like me to do for you now, Mistress?”
She smiled. “Well, there is one thing.” She walked toward the table and turned to face him again. “Come over here and kneel in front of me.”
He stood up and approached her, looming over her as he drew near, but then he knelt in front of her.
“Now, what do you think you should do while on your knees in front of me?”
He gazed up at her, then rested his hand on her stomach and stroked downward as he leaned forward. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, then drew his head back.
“No, not that. Think really hard. What did you tell me you were going to get on your knees for two years ago?”
His eyes lit up. “Really, Kate?”
She arched a mischievous eyebrow. “What happened to calling me ‘Mistress’?”
He smiled. “Yes, Mistress.” He took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, then kissed it. “Mistress, I love you with all my heart. I want you in my life always and will dedicate my life to making you happy. Will you marry me?”
Despite the fact they were both practically naked, and Matt had called her ‘Mistress,’ and they were acting out a crazy, funny sex fantasy … tears brimmed in her eyes. Because she had never been happier.
She nodded, then found her voice and said, “Yes, Matt. I’ll marry you.”
He bounded to his feet and pulled her into his arms. The passion of his mouth on hers swept her away. Their tongues danced and her heart pounded.
“Oh, God, Kate, I love you so much.”
“And I love you, Matt. I have always loved you.”
He caressed her cheek. “And you know, sweetheart, that I will never control you. Or your company.”
She smiled. “I know that. I knew having you sign the termination agreement didn’t matter because when we get married, we will be equal owners anyway.”
He smiled and tipped up her chin. “You really were punishing me.”
“Well, I had to ensure you were truly contrite. And that you would follow instructions when push came to shove.”
He laughed. “I will always follow your instructions, my love.” He kissed her again, leaving her breathless. “And you realize that you will also own half of my business. And since I am ultimately under your control—because I would never say no to you—you are now in charge of a very big corporation.”
The magnitude of what he said hit her. She didn’t know how to run a company the size of Matt’s. She drew in a deep breath.
“You’ll handle whatever I tell you to, though, right?”
He chuckled. “Of course, my love. I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”
“Good. So, right now, I’m feeling very turned on by all the power at my disposal.” She flattened her hand on his chest and dragged it down his muscular flesh, heading for his delightfully rising cock. “So, right now, I’d like you to be my Master and have your way with me.” She wrapped her hand around his hard shaft and squeezed.
He grinned. “Until you say otherwise?”
“That’s right.” She stepped back, knowing this marriage was going to be a roller coaster of wild times, and crazy power plays. But, ultimately, she knew that Matt would always defer to her desires.
She smiled. “So what would you like me to do, Sir?”
Epilogue
Matt opened the front door and stepped into the house.
“Kate,” he called as he set his suitcases on the floor. His driver had offered to bring them in, but Matt had declined. After three weeks away, he didn’t want the driver’s presence, no matter how brief, to interfere with a warm reception from Kate.
“Matt?” Kate burst into the hallway and rushed toward him.
He was home a day early. She flung herself into his arms and their mouths met with hungry passion. She unfastened the three buttons of his cashmere coat and pushed it and his suit jacket underneath from his shoulders, then down until they fell to the floor, while her tongue glided past his lips, aggressively exploring the inside of his mouth.
He drew back with a laugh. “Hey, at least let me close the door.”
He pushed the door closed, then kicked off his shoes. As soon as he stood up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to continue their kiss.
“I’m glad you’re back.” The tone of her voice sounded serious and he glanced into her glittering blue eyes. She seemed on the verge of tears.
“Kate, is there something wrong?”
She shook her head. “No, I’ve just missed you so much.”
He tightened his grip on her. “Oh, me, too, baby.” He captured her lips again, enjoying her almost desperate response to his kisses.
“And I’m so turned on.” Her fingers played down the front of his shirt, releasing buttons along the way, then one hand glided inside and pinched his nipple, sending sharp twangs of pleasure through him.
“God, so am I.” He had been aching for her the whole time he’d been gone. Her other hand stroked over his swelling cock and he groaned. He grasped her wrists and guided her back a step.
“All right, slave. Time for you to do what I say.”
She stepped back another step and smiled. “Yes, Master.”
This was new. She hadn’t called him Master before.
She smiled impishly and drew in a deep breath, thrusting her bosom up high, then slowly released it. “May I call you Master, Sir?”
“Yes, I like that.” And he really did. His cock twitched at thoughts of her murmuring the term of respect into his ear as he pushed his cock inside her, then later her begging him, as her master, to fuck her deeply.
“Now, take off your blouse.”
“Yes, Master.” Her fingers moved down the front of her blouse, releasing buttons. She fumbled on one and, clearly impatient, she tore the sides of the blouse apart, scattering the last few buttons to the floor. They bounced across the hardwood floor as she dropped the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it across the oak banister behind her.
He couldn’t pull his gaze from the creamy swell of her breasts rising and falling, the soft mounds lifted by a coffee-colored bra trimmed with cream lace.
He watched in fascination as she stroked her breasts. He could see the nipples tenting the delicate lace, and his breath caught as her fingertips glided over one.
“Now, the skirt.” Would her undies match the delightful bra?
She dropped her pencil-thin skirt to the floor and stepped out of it.
Of course they matched. Kate loved matching sets. And she wore coffee-colored stockings, the kind that stayed up without garters.
Her fingers glided down her hip, then stroked along the milky thigh above her stockings, moving toward the inner thigh. His cock swelled painfully at the sight. If he didn’t stop her, would she slide under the crotch of her panties and stroke her soft folds? Were they wet already with wanting him?
If she did, he was pretty sure he’d blow his load right here while watching her.
“Kate, come here and show me how much you missed me.”
He stroked the bulge in his
pants, giving her a clear indication of what he wanted. She grinned and approached, then dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers moving on his zipper sent his cock twitching. Then her warm hand wrapped around his shaft and he groaned in delight.
“May I suck your big cock, Master?”
Oh, fuck, yeah.
“Yes, slave,” he said with as calm a voice as he could. When her lips wrapped around him, she took him deep into her mouth, and he thought he’d die from the euphoric sensation.
She took him deeper, then glided back, then deeper again, driving his pleasure higher. He was so fucking close.
“Stop.” The word came out sharper than he’d intended, but she drew back with a smile on her face.
She stood up and reached behind her, then unfastened her bra. She pulled it away, revealing her big, swollen nipples. Bigger than life, it seemed in his feverish need. He leaned down and licked one, then sucked it deep. She moaned and arched toward him, pushing deeper into his mouth.
He moved to the other nipple and she cried out, hugging his head tight to her bosom, her fingers coiling through his hair.
When he released her, he stared at her flushed cheeks and the desire glittering in her eyes. She seemed almost desperate for him. He smiled broadly. Well, why the hell not? He was desperate for her.
As if she couldn’t stand being under his scrutiny a second longer, she spun around and walked to the banister. She slipped off her panties, and then without a word leaned forward and spread her legs wide.
He’d looked forward to getting home and having a long, romantic evening with her, to be the loving husband and woo her with wine and music and soft words of love, but he realized now that had been completely unrealistic. They had been apart too long and both of them were too horny.
He stepped toward her, shedding his pants as he went. When he was behind her, he dropped his boxers to the floor. Now he was standing in only his shirt, tie, and socks behind his beautiful, naked wife, who was hungry for him to fuck her. Life didn’t get better than this.
There would be time later for their romantic evening. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed it to her ass, loving the needy murmurs she made. He pushed between her thighs, gliding over her wet flesh. Oh, fuck, she was wet.
