by Anthology
To date Susan hadn’t shown him many emotions but now, as she sat across from him, he saw her annoyance and embarrassment at being discussed without her knowledge. He suspected if she became riled up, she’d be a fiery temptation to bring back in hand.
“I’m making it my business, so answer me or face the consequences.” Blake stated firmly.
Susan eyed him with a look of suspicion. He wanted her to ask what the consequences were so he could tell her he’d put her over his lap and spank her right here in the middle of the restaurant. She knew the score though, having been a submissive before.
“Well, if you must know, I experimented with BDSM, decided I didn’t like it. Married a man that I felt comfortable with and that’s the end of the story.”
Oh how flippant. Blake wanted to laugh at the response. She’d given him the in-a-nut-shell version and he refused to let her get away with it.
“So that’s why, when I smacked your ass the night we met, your arousal rose to new levels. Because you didn’t like it.”
“No, I mean yes.” She let out a frustrated sigh. “Why are dominant men so obnoxious? That’s one of the reason I left BDSM. Some of the Doms I met just…well they…they…”
Blake knew she was thinking of an excuse and he had a fair idea of what she would say. His submissive was probably a perfect brat back in her twenties, and he hoped she still had a bit of brat left in her for when they finally got together.
“Made you so horny you found it hard to think, to speak, you spilled drinks, dropped things, made you lose control.” Blake eased back into his chair and waited for her reply.
Susan glared at him across the table. She opened her mouth to speak a couple of times as if to answer but nothing came out. Blake tilted his head a fraction and raised an eyebrow, sending her an unspoken I’m waiting. It worked perfectly.
“You are so…so…” Susan faltered.
Blake wasn’t sure if the flush of red that filled her face was arousal or anger, maybe a combination of both, but he wasn’t going to ease back now.
“Right, I’m so right, aren’t I, Susan? You liked being submissive but only on your terms. You never took the final step of relinquishing complete control to a Dom you were attracted to. Instead you ran away, married a man who didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, didn’t arouse you, someone you could keep your control intact around. Well look where that ended.” Blake let the wry smile breach his lips as he leaned toward her, meeting her gaze with a determined stare. “Right back where you started, sitting across the table from a Dom who makes you so horny you can barely breathe.”
* * *
Yes, you’re right.
“I hate you Blake Daniels.” Susan knew it wasn’t the best answer.
It wasn’t even an honest answer. She had no idea how he could see straight through her but he’d managed to figure her out none the less.
“No you don’t. And I’d be happy to administer an appropriate punishment for the lie you just told me.” Blake indicated for the waiter to bring the bill. “I prefer something corporal but if you’re not into pain then we can sort another equally satisfying something out. So what is it, corporal? I know you liked the tiny slap I gave you?”
Susan sat silently as her mind screamed ‘Yes corporal. Spanking, flogging, a paddle or cane, I’m yours, Sir.’ Her mind raced. Arousal and fear combined making it impossible for her to think clearly. Everytime she lifted her gaze to his, Blake was watching her like a hawk assessing its prey just before an attack. Susan wanted him to attack, she wanted him to punish her for lying, she wanted him to take her any way he saw fit and devour her body. After spending two hours sitting across from him she was so wet there was a distinct possibility she’d leave a mark on the chair when she stood up, and her nipples were so hard even the slightest movement of her body caused her lace bra to rasp against them, heightening her arousal.
Blake slipped a large amount of cash into the bill folder, stood and held out his hand, waiting for her to take hold of it and stand. Fear gripped her and held her in place.
“I’m not ready. Please, Blake, I…” Susan was surprised when Blake squatted next to her chair, took her hand in his and kissed it tenderly.
“Look at me, Susan.” His eyes were filled with compassion. “I understand you’re probably scared at being confronted with a truth you’ve held secret for years. However, I’d like you to be honest about your feelings toward me. So what’s the truth, Susan? Tell me now.”
Susan lowered her voice. There weren’t many people left in the restaurant but she still didn’t want to be overheard.
“I’m terrified. I’m so horny I think the seat is wet, I am attracted to you and I want you to punish me for lying.” There she’d said it. She’d looked him in the eyes and been totally honest. Well almost. “But I need more time. I’m not ready for any of this.”
“Thank you for being honest with me, Susan. We’ll agree to disagree about the being ready part. I think you’re so ready I could take you right here in the middle of the restaurant and you’d love every minute of it.”
Susan’s gasp seemed to fill the room. God, what if people were listening. Her arousal was squashing her fear with every word he spoke. Blake placed his hand under her chin and gently closed her mouth.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I wouldn’t do that to you. Here is what’s going to happen. I’m a patient man, but my patience won’t last forever. I meant what I said when we met. You will come for me, I guarantee it. You have two weeks to sort out whatever it is that’s stopping you from saying yes to me. We’ll continue to get to know each other, at work and outside of it if you choose. I won’t change who I am though. I’m a Dom and I want you as my sub. We have a lot to discuss, but since you’ve just said you want to be punished, know this. You’ve accrued one punishment here today for lying to me. I’ll keep a tally of anything else I deem punishable between now and the next two weeks. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir, very clear.” The words were a relief to say, even as her stomach fluttered with nerves.
Oh God, what had she done by agreeing to that? And she’d even been compelled to call him Sir. There would be no escaping him now, even if she wanted to.
“Good Girl.” Blake kissed her forehead as he stood and once again held out his hand.
This time she took it and allowed him to lead her out of the restaurant and back to work. Two weeks wasn’t a long time to prepare for stepping back into a world she’d made a conscious decision to leave. Although, right now, with her hand firmly held in Blake’s, she could hardly remember why she’d turned her back on BDSM and married her vanilla husband in the first place.
Oh that’s right… you didn’t want to lose control over your life.
4
Blake stared at the parcel and plant sitting on the edge of his desk. He once again scanned the questionnaire of Susan’s likes and dislikes regarding BDSM. She’d been happy to fill it in and return it to him, even though she was still deciding if she could do this. He suspected she’d made her decision already, her admission that she wanted to be punished for lying at the restaurant, spoke volumes. Still, he’d given her extra time, wanting her to be one-hundred-percent sure about her decision.
Susan was due any minute and he didn’t know how she’d react to his gifts. It had been two weeks since she’d demolished the table at the restaurant where he’d taken her for lunch. She had less clumsy days since then, but there were still awkward moments between them. He hoped they would continue to lessen, especially after this weekend.
“Oh damn it to hell.” Blake smiled on hearing Susan’s frustrated tone.
And the object of my desire has arrived.
He walked to the office door and watched Susan as she cleaned up the coffee spill on her desk.
“How did you do that. I wasn’t even in the room.” He teased.
“No but that aftershave of yours was so I knew you were around somewhere.” She quipped in reply.
“Ah, a woman
who recognizes her man by his scent, now that pleases me.” Susan turned and stared at him with a bemused look on her face. Instead of returning a quick reply, she just sighed. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but the fact her gaze had dropped to his chest made him hope it was a response of arousal.
“I brought a couple of presents for your desk. I hope you like them.” He handed over the pot plant and wrapped picture frame. He was tired of seeing her desk so vacant. Most people had personal items scattered around their workspace. Susan had a pen container and her coffee mug.
“My desk and I both thank you,” she smiled as she placed the plant on the farthest corner near the wall and proceeded to carefully remove the wrapping from the picture frame.
“Oh…how lovely…a picture of you. Now I’ll never get any work done without knocking something over.”
“Consider it part of your desensitization program. If I’m constantly in front of you then you’ll eventually get used to having me around.” He leaned his large frame against the edge of her desk, allowing one long leg to brush against her as she stood staring at the picture.
“Um…is that your Harley or did you just pose near it to look…well, you look…not dressed for the office.” She blushed and didn’t appear to know where to look. He smiled as her gaze settled on his leg that now swung between her calves. He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, his leg forcing her to stand with her feet further apart than she normally would.
“Yeah, it’s mine. I should take you for a ride sometime.” He allowed his leg to slowly swing forward and back, brushing between her stocking covered legs as it did.
“Mmm…that’s nice…I mean, would be nice but I’m not sure I can…it’s been a while since I’ve ridden anything.” The blush on her face deepened “I mean a bike. I haven’t ridden a bike for many years.”
Blake couldn’t restrain the wry smile that formed on his lips. He intended to kiss her, although she didn’t realize that yet. He took the picture from her hands and placed it on the desk beside them. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer until their bodies almost touched. Her skirt rode along his thigh─ the pull toward him forcing her to straddle his leg.
“Well, I’m happy to help you get back in the saddle, so to speak, anytime you want something big, hard and powerful between those lovely legs of yours, just say the word.” He held back a groan as Susan’s legs clenched against his firm thigh and she made a whimpering little sound as she nodded her head. He took it as a sign her defenses were weakening and pressed on with the conversation.
“Two weeks is up, beautiful.” Her eyes bulged wide as he spoke, flashing with concern. “Would you like to go first or shall I?”
“Y-you a-are um…I know its two weeks, but—” Blake placed a finger against her lips.
“No buts, my patience has expired. I think we need to explore what’s going to happen from here, don’t you?” The shake of her head caused him to frown.
“I can’t.”
Mmm…not the answer he expected when he knew her body was going up in flames being this close to him.
Blake could hear other workers arriving to start their day and quickly decided the outer office was too open for the conversation they needed to have. Moving Susan back slightly, he stood, turned her around and ushered her toward his office.
“I think you can, Sweetheart and I’m going to show you why.” He stated firmly. The time for polite tolerance was over.
Once they both cleared the doorway he closed the door behind them, pressed her back against it and flicked the lock. No interruptions would be welcomed during this negotiation.
“I’ve been more than patient waiting for you to be ready for this, Susan. I watch you deny the desire we have for each other every day, but today that fight stops.” She flattened herself against the wall as if to evade him. He lowered his hands to her shoulders and stepped even closer.
As it turned out her maneuver was counterproductive. Flattening against the wall only made the swell of her large breast jut out toward him, raking her already hardened nipples up against his firm chest. The soft moan that escaped her lips was eclipsed by the deep groan that emanated from Blake as their bodies merged.
“Do you know how good it feels to finally have you pressed up against me again, Sugar?” He placed his hands behind her, squeezed the fleshy globes of her ass, and pulled her forward to press against the hardened mass beneath his trousers.
* * *
Yes, she knew how good it felt for him because it felt the same for her. Susan moved her hands, resting them against his biceps. Heat rushed through her fingertips and along her arms. She squeezed his firm muscles as her gaze met his. His deep brown eyes were nearly black with arousal as his head dipped, his mouth swallowing her gasp of surprise as he claimed her lips in a lust fueled kiss. His lips pressed firmly against hers, his tongue taking her forcefully, stoking her desire for him. Her knees nearly buckled under the dominant demand of not just his kiss but also his hard body, firing her own to respond.
She accepted the kiss with eagerness, pleasure raced through her, moisture pooled between her legs and she moaned at the exquisite aching need of her pussy crying out to be filled with his body.
“Blake.” Her voice was soft and filled with longing as he eased his lips away from her mouth.
“You are the most tempting woman I’ve ever met, especially when you say my name with such desire.” His fingers stroked the side of her face, his voice deep and husky because of his own need. “I’ve watched you for too long, wanted to touch you like I did the night we met, taste you, drive my body into yours and hear you scream my name.”
“That can’t be, I’m not tempting…I’m—” she heard herself stammering, hating that she was lost for words around him.
“The woman I desire. You’re the woman who wants me as badly as I want her. You try to hide underneath all these loose clothes and you think no man will ever see you for the sensual woman you are. I see you, Susan.” Her breath hitched in her throat as his hands moved over her body, sparking heat wherever he touched.
“I delight in the way you get flustered when I’m around. The way you blush when we speak, the change in your breathing if I stand too close. I’ve caught glimpses of your beaded nipples beneath your clothes when you’re near me. Are they hard now, Sugar?”
Susan let out a breathy yes as he began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Yes, they were hard, yes she wanted him to see, and yes she wanted him to touch and taste. Yes, yes, yes. He eased the material away to expose one lace covered breast, then the other. His fingers cupped the weighty flesh and his thumb flicked over the tight bud now exposed for examination.
“I can’t wait to feast on your luscious breasts. Suck them, bite them, press them around my cock and fuck them,” his gravelly tone fueled her wanton desire for him.
Oh my god, that is too dirty for words. A pulse of need flared within her as the ache between her legs increased. Both of his hands were on her breast now, her nipples clamped firmly between his fingers, massaging, rolling, squeezing. His gaze locked onto her as her mewling sounds increased along with her arousal.
“Are you wet for me, Sugar?” He whispered in her ear, before laving a trail of heated kisses along the side of her neck.
Niagara Falls had nothing on the amount of moisture that now soaked her panties. If he ever let her move away from the wall she’d probably squelch when she walked; if she could walk once he released her that is.
“Yes, I’m too wet, we need to stop.” She hoped he didn’t stop but it seemed like the right thing to say considering where they were.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Blake pulled the lace cup of her bra down and began to feast on her nipples. Sucking, flicking them with his tongue, whichever one didn’t have the attention of his mouth was attended to by strong fingers pinching and teasing them.
“No, don’t stop.” Are you insane? You’re in his office. She stifled the moan that needed to escape by biting down on her
bottom lip.
Susan reached for the belt of his trouser and tugged it open. His hand closed around hers and held it tight just as the button on his trousers came free.
“Only naughty girls try to open their boss’s pants, Sugar. What do you intend for me to do to you once my cock is free?” He held her against the door with the weight of his body.
“Fuck me, I intend for you to fuck me.” Given the situation, and her level of arousal, a brutally honest reply seemed appropriate.
Blake stepped back and moved quickly to his desk, dragging Susan along by the hand as he did. He placed her palms flat on top of its mahogany surface and commanded her to stand still. Her gaze fixed on the wooden ruler, ball gag and condom positioned just above her fingers. She was definitely in trouble now.
“I don’t think we should be doing this, really it’s not two weeks until this afternoon. I mean…” Susan hoped he didn’t take any of her gibbering to mean no. It was the setting she expressed doubt over, not the actually act they were about to engage in.
Blake picked up the gag and held it in front of her mouth. “Open.”
Susan felt a rush of moisture between her legs as she obeyed. Once the gag was fixed tightly in place Blake moved behind her and raised her skirt so it sat loosely around hips, exposing her panty cover ass.
Just great Susan, of all days to wear stomach-holding-in-granny-pants you had to choose today.
Susan knew a g-string would have been far sexier for this moment but she hoped the thigh high stay-up stockings would redeem her sex appeal a little. Cool air flowed over her ass as Blake stripped the panties from her, leaving her ass exposed to his touch. She shivered as he ran his hand over her butt cheeks, kneading them firmly before administering a few light taps on each. Her cunt clenched with excitement as the next two landed slightly harder, beginning to warm each globe.
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