For a moment, they stared at each other as she sought the right words, the right action to spur him to touch her. Apparently, she didn’t need words. He backed her into the bathroom. She sighed when he finally reached out and put his hands on her hips.
“Nell—” His voice was hoarse, and she touched his mouth with her fingers. He cursed abruptly and spun her around, her back to him and facing the bathroom mirror. His hand swept her hair back, and the vision of Mark’s dark hands mesmerized her as he cupped her tits. He was fully clothed; Nell wanted him naked. She wanted his cock in her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her hard.
It was such a foreign torrent of need that Nell thrust back against him, demanding his response. She twisted around to press her breasts against his chest and bite his lip. He gripped her hips and lifted her onto the counter. Bottles scattered and tumbled to the floor.
He forced his body between her legs and gripped her wrists. When he pinned her hands to the mirror, she instinctively arched, offering him her breasts, wanting his mouth on her everywhere.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing against his hard length with a greed she’d never felt before. His gaze was focused on her tits, and she moaned as her nipples tightened in anticipation.
“Nell,” he said, and his voice was blissfully low and husky.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered.
“Damn it, Nell. I need you to remember your safe word. I need you to—”
She slid her pussy over his cock in a seductive message she knew he would understand. “My safe word is salmon, Sir. Please. Will you fuck me now?”
He growled, a sexy sound that vibrated through her like thunder. “Hold still, Anelda.”
She froze and wondered if a human being could burst into flames from frustration. The feel of the tile against the marks on her bottom, the cold mirror against her wrists, and his hot breath on her skin contrasted to drive her insane. She trembled and bit her lip, trying to be still.
It took all her strength to stay frozen in place as he dipped his head and blew on her nipple. He released her wrists and said, “Keep your hands there.”
No no no, she thought. I want to touch you. I want to fuck you. Damn you!
He laughed softly as if he knew he tormented her. She wanted to curse him, to force his hand. But then, he cupped her tits, and his mouth devoured her right nipple. She cried out from the joy of it. Her hips frantically moved, desperate to rub against him. When his teeth scraped her aching ridges, she jerked helplessly.
Higher and faster, she reached for that pinnacle of pleasure, her breath coming rapidly, and her grip on reality slipping away. He pulled his mouth away and fingered her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Stop.”
She sobbed with frustration. “Please, Sir. Please.”
His fingers tightened, and he thrust his hips, driving her closer to the edge. “I want to clamp your nipples and walk you around the room with a leash. I want to drive inside you so hard that your scream takes the paint off the walls.”
“I want to touch you,” she said and opened her eyes to meet his stare.
“Why?” He seemed genuinely puzzled.
“I want to feel…close to you, Sir.” It wasn’t easy to put it into words. She loved his dominance, the way he controlled everything, but she wanted to feel his skin, his heartbeat, his sweat. It was as if touching him would release the passion she’d so lacked with all the others.
“Where do you want to touch me, Anelda?” The way he said her name was starting to trigger an automatic flush of need through her bloodstream.
“I want to touch your face,” she said and dropped her gaze. She should have said his dick or his arms or something sexy. But she wanted to feel the way his cheeks angled away from his skull, the way his lips tightened, the way his neck corded when he fucked her. She wanted to feel the grimace of pleasure when he came inside her.
“I’m going to put on a condom, Anelda. And then I’m going to make you come. You are going to come many times, and I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“Yes, yes, Sir, please,” she said fiercely.
As he stripped off his clothes, her pulse leaped, and she indulged herself by studying every inch of him. He held her gaze as he put on the condom, and she let her focus drop to his cock. He was big, though not as big as the dildo he’d already used to fuck her. As much as she wanted him to pound her flesh, she needed rough tenderness from him too. And that was the thought that spurred her to reach out her hand, not to stroke his dick, but to trail her fingers over the shell of his ear. It didn’t make sense. She knew the danger of getting closer to him, but she’d never been one to back down from trouble. And he was definitely trouble.
She moved over the perfect stretch of his neck and back up to the granite tightness of his jaw. She reveled in the way his muscles rippled beneath her touch as he clenched his teeth.
His skin was rough and rasped against the sensitive pads of her fingertips as she explored his features. His eyes had changed from the smoky brown color to the dangerous black she’d come to understand. He was on edge, and he wasn’t going to fuck her gently. She wanted him to take her as rough as his passion demanded, reveling in the way he desired her.
“I didn’t plan this, Anelda.” He gripped her hair with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. He yanked her toward the edge of the counter. “I want you to scream.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly, and then, he was there. He hammered inside her, stretching her. He jerked her head closer and devoured her mouth. His tongue demanded everything, every breath. His cock filled her, and he slowly drove deeper inside her.
He owned her, possessed her in a way she’d never thought possible between two human beings. The stinging pain of his grip on her hair only added to the intensity of her arousal. She twisted and thrust toward him, dragging her feet up his back until she could take every inch of him.
When he tore his mouth from hers, she inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath, but he robbed her of sanity as he focused on her greedy nipples. He sucked hard until shards of pain and pleasure ripped through her. His dick drove against her clit, and she convulsed before she realized she was so close.
Her wail echoed in the bathroom, and he growled his triumph. “More. Louder. Give it to me.”
He fucked her harder, demanding more, driving her against the mirror. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and arched desperately. Her orgasm shimmered so near. She reached for it, needed it.
“Come for me, Anelda. Come for me now,” he demanded in a hard voice.
His order sent her reeling over the edge, and she screamed as ecstasy steamrollered her, setting fire to every inch of her skin. His grip tightened, and she reveled in the restraint as she twisted and jerked in the throes of her release.
“You, Sir. Please. I want to feel you come.” She gasped out her request.
Suddenly, he lifted her off the counter and carried her into the bedroom. When he dropped her onto the bed, he drove his cock deep inside her, and she cried out in need.
“You want me to come,” he snarled, his movements rough and hard.
“Yes.”
He pulled out of her pussy and ripped off the condom. She thought for a moment that he had thrown caution to the winds and would fill her pussy with his cum. She should have been appalled. Instead, she wanted it.
But what he did was even better.
He straddled her, his body keeping hers immobile. His knees pinned her upper arms, keeping her hands away from him. His cock was near her face, tantalizingly close to her mouth. She tried to capture his length, to swallow him down her throat.
He gripped her chin with his left hand. “Hold still. I’m going to come all over you. I want you to watch. Watch me come, Anelda.”
His other hand stroked his length. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. It never occurred to her that a man jacking off would be sexy, yet her mouth watered at the sight.
His gut
tural cry preceded the absolute amazing sensation of his cum hitting her skin. She couldn’t stop but came when the warmth hit her neck. It was one of the most satisfying things she’d ever felt. He’d come on her, marked her as his, fucked her like she belonged to him.
She spiraled into an orgasm that robbed her of thought and breath. Just as she believed she’d come down from the incredible heights, his mouth was on her pussy, licking away every drop of her cum.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Her mind reeled, pleasure rolling over her again and again. Finally, he drove her into a sharp convulsion, and she screamed, a loud release that rang in her ears long after she was too hoarse to make a sound.
Her whole body shook as he backed away. “That’s what I wanted.”
He went into the next room but returned before she could move. The cuffs were back, and he’d brought one of the bundles of rope. She was splayed out, her hands cuffed to the headboard and her feet tied to the bed frame. Her legs were spread, and she was completely immobile.
When he tested the rope, he met her gaze. “What’s your safe word, Anelda?”
“Salmon. What are you doing, Sir?” she demanded.
“Do you want to use your safe word?” he asked as he tightened the rope at her right ankle.
“No, Sir.”
He went into the next room and came back with a dildo and a butt plug. And a bottle of cold water. He lifted her head to drink. She took a sip and started to say something. He shook his head. “Drink more first.”
Almost the whole bottle was gone before he’d let her talk. “How did you know, Sir?” she asked him.
“Know what?” he said as he played with a few strands of her hair.
“That I wanted to be tied up.”
“It’s no secret, Anelda. I knew from the way you responded when I pinned you down. When I told you to keep still. You like restraint.” He ran his finger over her collarbone, and she shivered.
“What else, Sir? What else do I like?” She softly moaned as he pinched her nipple.
“We’re going to find out.” He grabbed an extra pillow and put it under her hips. She gasped as he twisted the dildo inside her pussy. She was going to be very sore tomorrow. At the moment, she floated, drifted, her mind fuzzy. It was worth any discomfort in the future to experience the absolute release of control. She trusted Mark to take care of her, to keep her safe.
When he knelt between her legs, she thought he was going to repeat his performance of earlier and make her come. She’d forgotten the butt plug.
He slathered her puckered hole with lube and began to tease her with the tip of the plug. His other hand thrust the dildo, turning and twisting until it touched a spot that made her arch toward his hand.
“I noticed that the idea of anal sex scared you and made you hot,” he said, his voice low and sexy. “It’s important that you remember your safe word.”
“I remember.” She squirmed beneath his touch. “Please.”
The contrast between the pressure on her anus and the pleasure of the dildo was already intense when he flipped a switch and two prongs on the dildo vibrated on her clit. She careened helplessly toward release.
And she didn’t have permission to come.
“Please what?” He demanded as he pressed the plug against her ass but didn’t penetrate her fully.
To save herself from punishment, she tried to increase the pressure from the butt plug, hoping the pain would drag her back from the edge. Mark seemed to know and thrust the blunt object deeper into her ass.
“You’re so perfect, Anelda. Such a pretty little hole.” His voice was husky and tight.
She opened her eyes and watched him stare at her. He licked his lips, and she wanted his mouth on her. She had to close her eyes because the sight of him devouring her with his gaze was enough to bring her closer to the edge again.
For an instant, her mind intruded. What was wrong with her? What would he think of her? The perfect secretary had her ass begging for a plug and her pussy weeping like a waterfall for more. He had to believe she was a slut, angling for a job, sleeping with the boss.
“Beautiful. Just amazing,” he murmured. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, how much more I want to do to you.”
His words were a balm, as if her thoughts were ugliness and his banished them. He thought she was beautiful. He thought her pussy was beautiful. She stole a glance at his face, wanting to see his expression. Her lower lip trembled, and suddenly, his stare focused on her face.
He slid closer to her and brushed away some stray hair. “What is it, Anelda? Am I hurting you?”
It was the tenderness, such a contrast to his Dominant self, that undid her. In her wildest dreams, she’d never considered that a Dominant would be kind and sexy at the same time. She wasn’t used to this kind of sexual revelation in her relationships. When men in her past had fucked her, they didn’t talk about it. They just did it. And not one of them had made her so hot with their comments. It broke down any barriers she tried to put between herself and this man who turned her into a puddle of need.
Words poured from her like water. “How can you think I’m beautiful? You don’t know me, just met me and I-I—” She took a deep, shaky breath. “And I’m coming for you like a porn star.”
He cupped her face with his palm, not a glimmer of a smile lighting his face. “Don’t know you? Oh, Anelda, I know you.” He pressed his lips to her cheek. “I know you take care of everyone around you except yourself. I know you have always wanted to belong, to be a part of someone. And I know you’ve always believed there’s something wrong with you for wanting the things I’m giving you now.”
His words were like an arrow to her gut. She felt exposed. “How?” she whispered.
“How do I know?” He kissed her lips. “I know because I feel the same way. You knew, didn’t you? You felt it when you looked at me at the bar. And there it was.”
She nodded. “I thought I was being irrational.”
“You were listening for once.” He went back to staring at her ass. “Listen to your body, Anelda. Listen to what it wants.”
She closed her eyes and tried to do as he ordered. Her mind was always her best weapon, her surest ally. Her body betrayed her, let her down when it was tired or sick or wanting things it couldn’t have. Now, she felt alive, like she’d woken the animal beneath her skin.
“Tell me,” he demanded. His hands traveled over her skin and lit fires everywhere. “Tell me what your body says it wants.”
“More. It wants more,” she said with an exhale. “I want you so much. I want you to do more to me, Sir.”
“I want to hear it,” he ordered. “I want to hear every detail.”
Chapter Five
No one had ever been that honest with him. And no one had ever sent Mark Conners over the edge of control. No one. She had. She gave him detail after detail of what she wanted, what he made her feel, what she needed from him, and he gave it to her until she fell asleep.
It was midafternoon, and she was curled up. Her restraints were long gone, removed when he couldn’t stand her begging to touch him anymore. She’d clung to him, changing their passionate encounter into something more intimate. It should have scared the shit out of him. Instead, he wanted to do it again. He stared at her and traced the relaxed features of her beautiful face with his fingers.
When had he gone beyond the realm of desire and into a deeper, less understandable emotion? It wasn’t fair to her. He had studied her, desired her, fantasized about her for months before he’d met her in person.
She was only aware of him as her future boss, the man who had orchestrated a takeover of the company she worked for. Now, she knew him as a purveyor of kinky sex. What more could he expect from her?
Yet she hadn’t held back, giving him word after word that spoke volumes about her vulnerability. She’d let him inside her. He wasn’t sure he could return the favor, and he didn’t want her to realize it yet. Perhaps it was cheating, but he wanted her chaine
d to the pleasure he gave her before he revealed his darker nature. She’d know soon enough as his secretary.
He pressed her face into his shoulder, and his heart clenched when she cuddled closer to him. This was going to get complicated. But nothing worth having was simple. The most intricate negotiations in business led to the biggest rewards. He thought it could be true in personal relations too. At least he hoped so.
At some point, he must have relaxed enough to nap himself. He awoke with a start when the light in the room changed, the night moving in and his stomach empty. Nell murmured something and tried to hold on to him when he moved out of the bed, but she didn’t wake up.
His hunger for food forgotten, he stared down at the naked, disheveled woman who was a paragon in the office and a mother hen to her coworkers. None of them had seen this version of her, the goddess who was well fucked and satisfied. He wanted to believe he was the only one who had seen her like this, the smell of his cum on her skin and the scent of sex filling the sheets on which she was sound asleep.
He went on the hunt for his clothes and dressed. As a Dominant who played with submissives regularly, he was aware that he hadn’t completely followed the basic rules. That he had let his lust lead instead of control. Sexual desire was always a tricky taskmaster, and he’d allowed his need to fuck Nell to overwhelm his need to dominate her. Yet he wouldn’t say that aspect hadn’t been there between them as he’d restrained her and made love to her.
Rather than a strict D/s experience where he kept the upper hand and vigilant detachment, he had been as lost in her as she’d been in him. It unnerved him. Not that he hadn’t remained in charge, but he had immersed himself in her and her needs. That was a unique feeling for him.
He tiptoed into the next room and called room service. After a few deep breaths, he was steadier, focused. Time to put his next fantasy into effect. But before he demanded any more from her, he had to feed her. An hour later, the smell of food did what nothing else had done. It woke his Sleeping Beauty.
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