by Jan Bowles
If only he would let her speak. She tried again. “As I was about to say—”
He shook his head. “Oh, lady, I’d advise you very carefully not to push me any further.”
“But—”
“You just don’t listen, do you? Come here and bow before your Master.” His uncompromising tone chilled the blood in her veins, but she wouldn’t give in that easily. If this were to become a test of wills, she’d stand her ground. She raised her chin defiantly and looked him straight in the eye.
“I will not.” She spat the words out with considerable venom. “And furthermore, may I remind you that we are both within a work environment, and as such, I’m well within my rights to disobey you.”
“I’m in charge here. I decide what goes, and don’t you forget it.” He didn’t look like he was about to back down anytime soon. Well, neither would she.
“I’m my own woman here at work. We agreed, remember?” Huh, and to think she was just about to give him the good news that she and her team were ready to start the validation process of Operation Fire Wall. Well, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction now. She’d let him stew in his own juices.
He looked incredulous, with a little anger mixed in. “Your own woman? We’ll see about that. You’re only your own woman because I allow you to be.” He stood so abruptly, the executive leather chair toppled over behind him as he strode menacingly to the office door. After locking it with a resounding click, he turned to her, his still-beautiful amber eyes blazing with rage.
“You agreed to become my sub, so by default I am therefore your Master.”
He frightened her a little now. “Yes, but—”
“A simple yes or no will suffice. No embellishment is necessary.”
She figured things were starting to get out of hand, and rather than try and face down the all-powerful man before her, she attempted to appeal to his better nature. At this precise moment in time she wasn’t sure he had one. She spread her arms wide, her hands palm up in a nonthreatening manner. “Tyler, please allow me to say that I believe you’re playing with semantics. Yes, you are my Master, but not here.”
He was having none of it. “Stand up.”
“Please, Tyler, be reasonable.”
“Stand up, I say.”
“No.”
“One last chance.”
“No, no, no.” She almost felt compelled to submit to his mighty will, but something inside stopped her. She wouldn’t make it easy for him. Although the powerful, angry man standing in front of her frightened her, she was also sexually aroused, too, and intrigued to see just how far he would run with this. Tyler’s eyes were alight with authority, and she figured he would take it all the way.
“You continue to disobey me.”
“Yes.” Aware that he wouldn’t let it lie, her panties moistened at the uncompromising look in his eyes. She didn’t want him to overpower her in his office, but then again, she did.
Without warning he pulled her from the chair with alarming force. Tyler was trying to set a precedent by taking charge of her at work. Something they’d agreed wouldn’t happen. He stared down into her eyes. “You have your safe word. Use it.”
“Tyler, this has gone too far.” Dear God, she figured he was going to discipline her right here and now in his office.
Gripping the top of her arm so tightly it actually hurt, he kicked away her chair. Its castors screeched noisily across the carpet before stopping abruptly when it crashed against the office wall. Clearly still angry, he strode around to his side of the desk and opened a drawer. Rebecca felt her libido heighten further as she watched him lean in and remove something. When he placed a leather ball gag on the desk, she couldn’t stop a sexual moan escaping her lips.
Chapter Twelve
“No, Tyler. Not in the office. We agreed.” Her will to fight him was almost gone now.
He eyed her with a sense of triumph in his eyes. “As I said before, you have your safe word.”
“Please don’t. I’m begging—” Her final words were lost as he forced the ball gag in her mouth then secured it behind her head with the leather strap. Even though the ball stretched her lips uncomfortably wide, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling sexually excited, too, especially when she stared into Tyler’s glowing amber eyes.
“That’s better. You’ve been a disobedient sub, so your time for speaking is over. As you no longer possess the ability to say your safe word, knock three times on the desk if you become distressed.”
Without a word Tyler gripped the back of her neck with his left hand and forced her down so her upper body lay compliant and horizontal across his desk. With her cheek pressed flat against the mahogany surface, she stared almost shell-shocked at the exquisitely carved pen holder right in front of her, its elegant wave of solid gold holding Tyler’s Omas fountain pen firmly in its grasp.
“That’s better. So much more respectful.”
Using his right hand, he lifted her skirt high above her waist and laid it across her back before yanking her panties down to her trembling knees.
“Mmm, such a dull gray skirt you hide behind at work. Your team would be surprised to know they harbor such a wanton, wicked woman in their midst.”
The cool air feathered over her exposed ass, followed by the palm of Tyler’s large hand. With her pinned to the desk, he gently massaged her butt cheeks before roughly forcing his hand between her legs and dipping his fingers deep inside her.
Not wishing to fight back, her sexual desire went off the scale, and she whimpered submissively against the ball gag. Being totally dominated by Tyler in his office turned her on, just as much as when he subdued her in the privacy of his home. The way his fingers slid effortlessly inside her left her in no doubt her pussy was soaking wet.
“Becca, your cunt gives you away. You protest too much, but you love being disciplined by me, wherever we are.”
Without warning the flat of his right hand connected with her bare butt four times in quick succession. It hurts. It hurts like hell on earth. She scrunched her eyes tightly shut, trying to control her breathing, but found it difficult because of the ball gag filling her mouth. All she could do was meekly moan against it, waiting for the next inevitable slap. Such was the force he used her knees buckled, and she felt as though she may collapse at any moment. Still, she could always tap on the table if things got too bad. That was her safe word for now.
His tone of voice was uncompromising. “You and that so-called team of yours have been working for me for two months. And what have you got to show for it? I’ll tell you what, zilch, zero. What the hell are you doing in the Think Tank all day? Drinking coffee and polishing your nails?”
He spanked her naked ass once more, even harder this time, the almost unbearable stinging pain shooting through her body. She clenched her hands into tight fists, seriously considering whether to tap out her safe word on his desk.
I can handle this.
Controlling her breathing was all but impossible now, and her nostrils flared wide as she fought for life-giving air, her eyes watering with as-yet-unshed tears. Tyler was totally in control of her, and although it hurt like hell, it turned her on big-time, too.
“Results, Becca. I demand results. Nothing less is acceptable.”
When another stinging slap impacted her traumatized ass, her legs finally gave way. However, a calm, steadying hand to her back stabilized her, making her realize he cared deeply for her and would never harm her. Tyler knew exactly how far he could push her.
“I think that’s enough discipline for now. I hope you’ve learned your lesson and trust the results from you and your team will improve.”
Total silence then ensued for what seemed an eternity. He stood out of her line of vision, and she figured he studied her, forensically assessing his next move. When she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered, she knew exactly what he’d decided to do.
As he roughly entered her from behind, her eyes flew wide open and she w
himpered against the ball gag as his massive cock filled her pussy. Oh, God, dear God, it felt so good being stretched wide by her Master. His prick felt even larger than usual as he lunged athletically inside her, burying himself balls deep.
It hurt her lungs to breathe as he lay across her back, two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle, pinning her to his desk. His hands covered hers, holding them still as his warm breath feathered her neck. Out the corner of her eye she saw him watching her, assessing her response, as he ground himself deeper and deeper inside her.
He breathily whispered against her ear, “You enjoy me taking you, owning you. Don’t dare deny it.”
I don’t. He speaks the truth.
His sheer weight and motion forced her clit against the edge of his desk, making her aware of every glorious inch of him, impaling her, thrusting inside her, filling her so exquisitely, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. A teardrop eventually slipped from the corner of her eye and dropped onto the mahogany desk, and as Tyler continued pounding inside her, her hair wiped it clean away.
Her legs shook uncontrollably as the orgasmic pressure inside her became unstoppable. Her climax when it came was so strong and overwhelming, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and wailed almost silently against the gag, her teeth biting into the hard plastic ball, her fingers flexing and unflexing beneath his. Dear God. He knows me better than I know myself. As her ecstasy continued unabated, her pussy spasmed around his cock, desperately milking it for its contents. He duly obliged, by pumping even harder and biting her ear before finally rearing up, his perfect body arching majestically as he filled her with his life-giving seed.
His weight lay intimately spooned across her back for what seemed an age before he finally lifted from her. She immediately missed his warm breath against her ear and the scent of his expensive cologne as he stood upright.
She should be angry with him. After all, he’d taken advantage of her in his office. I could have used my safe word. He hunkered down and tenderly kissed each butt cheek in turn before hoisting up her panties and rearranging her skirt in a manner more appropriate for work. As she lay stunned across his desk, he unbuckled the leather strap and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Rebecca exercised her jaw several times, trying to restore some feeling.
“Better?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Does your butt sting?”
She reached behind and ran a hand over her reddened rump. “A little.”
He pulled her upright and smiled into her eyes. “It was for your own good.”
For some unknown reason she couldn’t be angry with him, no matter how hard she tried. “If you say so.”
“I do, and by the way, good work on Operation Fire Wall.”
His words were said so nonchalantly that she missed their meaning at first. “Thanks.” Her head suddenly snapped in his direction. “Hey…hold on a moment. How the hell did you—”
He laughed, interrupting her. “I know everything, honey. I have eyes and ears everywhere. What sort of boss would I be if I didn’t have a clue what was going on in my own company?”
Incredulous now, she stared at Tyler. “You bast—”
He wagged a finger at her. “Now, now. You’re just pissed because I’m your type of bastard.”
With mock anger she placed her hands on her hips. “You engineered the whole goddamned scene.”
“And you went along with it. I gave you every chance to use your safe word.”
“But.” She couldn’t really counter that argument because she’d thoroughly enjoyed every minute of her submission. Her burning hot butt and pussy were testament to that.
He held her in his arms and kissed her lips. “We make a great team, Becca. Forget about buying your own house, I want you to move in with me.”
She purred and snuggled in closer, idly playing with the lapel of his Savile Row suit, all the time avoiding his questioning gaze. “I’ll think about it,” she answered dreamily. However much she tried to hide it, Rebecca knew her face held a happy smile.
Tyler threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “Great, that’s settled then.”
Chapter Thirteen
Two weeks later
“Is that everything?” Tyler asked as he scooped the last cardboard box from the trunk of the Aston Martin and followed Rebecca back inside his house. That was the fourth trip they’d made to her rental property. Just how much stuff could one woman have?
“Yes, that’s everything. That’s the lot.” She dusted her hands together before wearily slumping in the easy chair conveniently positioned just inside the entrance. “Phew, that wasn’t too bad. Easy even.”
“Easy?” Tyler raised an eyebrow. There were still two bedrooms full of boxes that the removal guys had delivered the day before. They would need to be sorted out at a later date, but they could fucking wait for now.
His bemused expression must have given him away as he placed the final cardboard box on top of hers, because she laughed. “It’s easy for me, I haven’t unpacked since leaving Boston yet.”
Tyler nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’ve had a lot of upheaval recently, but this is your home now. You’ll soon settle in here.”
Rebecca looked around the place. “Hmm, I think I’ve made the right decision, although I’m still not sure if I should unpack.”
Unsettled by her words, he spun her around to face him. “Why the hell not, honey? Like I said, this is your home as much as mine.” He figured she was still a little unsure about their future together. Jesus, didn’t she know how he felt about her?
Rebecca smiled and then kissed his cheek. “Oh, just ignore me, Ty, I’ll be fine. I hear that after losing a loved one, moving house is the most stressful event in people’s lives. Since relocating from Boston and spending the last two months in a charmless rental property, I feel like my life’s been put on hold. I feel like I’ve been living in limbo.” Clearly frustrated, she gesticulated wildly with her hands. “Oh, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, of course I do. I’ve done my fair share of moving around the country, too.”
He watched her wistfully look around the huge open-plan area. “Do you know, Ty, I’m not sure my personal possessions will fit in with yours.” She rummaged through a cardboard box and pulled out a Native American dream catcher. The sound of the beads rubbing together jingled across the room as she held it up. “Hey, what do you think of this taking center stage?”
He shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”
Rebecca smiled that sexy smile he’d come to love, and he realized she was teasing him. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of spoiling such a masculine environment with feminine trinkets.”
Tyler laughed. “I’m not a neat freak, and besides, when we have children of our own, there’s gonna be a shitload of disruption going on.”
“Children?”
“Yeah, plenty of them, too.”
Rebecca looked sad, almost defeated for some reason, and she turned from him and placed the dream catcher back in the cardboard box. Her voice was quiet and it trembled slightly. “Is that something you really want, something you really need?” she asked, as she absentmindedly rummaged through the contents. “Kids I mean.”
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, reveling in the way she smelled and the soft, compliant feel of her womanly body. His cock stirred, growing harder. That was the thing about Rebecca. He could never get enough of her.
“You bet. I want kids more than anything, don’t you? And besides…” He cupped her breasts together from behind, savoring their weight and warmth in his palms. “You have a body that is just perfect for producing lots of healthy children.” He sighed loudly. “Ah, I guess being adopted makes me think about starting a bloodline of my own. ‘The Tyler Stone dynasty’ has an enduring ring to it, don’t you think?” He affectionately nuzzled her neck. “As you know, I’ve absolutely no idea who my father was, or his father for that matter.”
Tyler felt he was taking stock, and although he hadn’t told her, he now realized he loved Rebecca and wanted to share his life with her. Over the months they’d grown closer and closer, and he knew deep down that she loved him, too. He’d never uttered those three little words, yet he felt an incredible love for her permeating deep within him. Perhaps the time was now.
He whispered softly in her ear with genuine affection, “I love you, Becca. I’ll always love you.”
She turned quickly in his arms and stared up into his face, raw emotion etched on hers. “I love you, too, Ty. You’ll never know how much.”
“Why the tears then?” He gently dabbed away the salty water with his fingertips.
“Oh, God, there I go again. I’m just so happy, Ty.” Suddenly she became serious, and her fingers feathered against his jaw.
He made to play bite her hand. “I mean obviously I’m not looking to start a family right here and now. But I am nearly forty, and you’re getting toward your midthirties.”
“Tyler, there’s something you should—”
The doorbell rang, cutting her off midsentence. He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Hold that thought, honey. I’ll be right back.”
He felt as though he was walking on air. He’d finally told Becca he loved her, and she’d responded by saying she loved him, too. Life just didn’t get any better than this. He strode to the front door on an emotional high and yanked it open with a flourish. A guy in his late teens held a large box out in front of him. “Pizza delivery, sir.”
“Thanks.” Tyler was just about to close the door when he said, “Hey, hold on a minute, kid.” He reached inside his jean pocket and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. Tyler thrust it into the pizza delivery boy’s hand. “You have a great day now.”
The young man checked his palm. “Jesus. Fifty bucks? Thanks, mister.”
“You’re welcome, kid.” With that he shut the door and turned back to Rebecca, who was having trouble carrying two large cardboard boxes up the stairs. He called after her, “Pizza’s arrived.”
