When the telltale sound of the elevator motor starting up did not come as expected, I opened my eyes back up. The red light stared back at me as if to say, tough. I admit, I sort of panicked. My earlier arousal became lost in the fear of being trapped. I hit the button three times, and when nothing happened, I tried to open the doors.
Nothing.
Still.
Now, I’m not too claustrophobic, but being trapped had its own issues. Normally, a short trip in an elevator I could handle after years of practice. I slammed the open-door button again. My breath started to come in short gasps.
Nothing.
Nicholas grabbed my hand. Only then did my hand start to sting from having hit the metal so hard so many times.
“Fiona,” he said quietly, firmly, still holding my hand. “Look at me,” he ordered sternly.
I just stared where his fingers touched my wrist, how they gave me a sense of safety, yet instilled excitement. Panic warred with lust. I kept looking at his hand as the battle raged within. Those beautiful hands cupping my breasts, those fingers flicking my clit. They appeared strong. Would he spank me? He was a boss… I could just imagine him being Dom, ordering me about in the bedroom. I would—
“Fiona?” he repeated.
I kept my eyesight focused on his fingers. I needed to keep thinking of them as sensual tools to stave off the panic.
“Fiona!”
His commanding voice had me meeting his gaze before I’d even had a conscious thought to do otherwise.
“Are you okay?”
“I… I’m not sure,” I answered honestly.
“You claustrophobic?”
“Not exactly.” Fuck. Now I had to explain a weakness to my boss. I hated the vulnerability this instilled. I straightened my shoulders. “I can handle enclosed spaces. I can’t handle being trapped in them, though. No coffins for me,” I said, trying to joke to hide my fear and lust.
All at once, I saw compassion in his eyes. At least, I hoped it was compassion. I didn’t want pity. What I saw had me melting against him, wanting to just crawl up in his lap for comfort, assurance. For sensual stroking… Heaven help me, I didn’t know how I could hide my attraction much longer.
“Can we just be us while we’re stuck here,” he asked softly, pushing loose hair behind my ear.
I wanted to rail at him and tell him to quit talking to me as if I were made of spun glass, but right now, I was. No use denying it. Big tough Fiona had been found out. The panic edged my mind, threatening a hostile takeover if I didn’t calm it immediately. I swallowed hard. “Yes,” I said meekly.
“Good. Then, I’m going to kiss you unless you tell me no right now. I’ve wanted to since before you stayed and helped me clean up after the fire. That just proved you’re the kind of woman I believed you to be.”
I gaped openmouthed at him. Tell him no to a kiss? “When hell freezes over, I will tell you no,” I replied, surprised at my own courage.
His answering grin made my heart swell with pride. His one hand kept ahold of mine, but the other went to the back of my head. He moved so slowly, staring at me as he closed the distance, my anticipation slipping through me, lighting fires in its wake. When his lips met mine, I lost the ability to keep my eyes open. God, his lips were soft, yet firm. They explored my mouth as if I were the New World and he Leif Erikson.
Then his tongue sought out mine. I gasped in surprise, and then groaned as my body responded as if it had been waiting for this day. I put my arm around him and drew myself closer, wanting to touch everywhere. He let go of my hand and slid his hands to my shirt buttons. I whimpered in need when his hands touched my skin with each button he released. Soon, he had my shirt untucked, unbuttoned and falling off my shoulders.
He stopped the kiss and stepped back, giving me a sexy once over which burned me straight to my soul. Every inch of my body came alive under his scrutiny. “Please,” I found myself saying. The submissive side of me just came natural with him, even though I’d never wanted it before meeting him.
He flashed that sexy grin which had caught me the first day I worked for him. “I have waited since the day I met you to hear that.”
Confusion interrupted my lustful haze. “I say please to people all the time, even you.”
“Yes, but it’s just being polite, civil. That please you just gave me was dark, wanting. I’ve wanted to master you outside of the boardroom, in your bedroom, your kitchen, my office, I’ve wanted you.”
My chest tightened as I forgot to breathe, my nipples hardening and aching for his touch. He wanted dark and wanting? I scraped my nails down his still shirted back. “Please,” I said again, my voice lower as lust threatened to consume me. I barely held on to my self-control. I could feel his erection against my pelvic area through my business skirt and could hardly wait to have it plunging in me.
Something dark moved within his gaze. Watching me as he moved, he took off his tie and laid it across my shoulders. Then he took off his shirt, all while gazing at me like I was a steak dinner and he a starved man.
I dropped my shirt, leaving the tie where he’d set it, and began taking off my bra in retaliation. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts, so when the clasp in the back loosened, I ran my hands across my side, to the front, then up, the bra still hiding my nipples from him. I then slid my hands up and cupped the underside of my breasts, softly moving them back and forth under the lacy fabric.
He clenched his teeth. His blue eyes blazed at me. “You will be punished for that,” he said. “Even though I liked every second. You are teasing me, tormenting…”
While he talked, I had slipped the bra off, then began pinching my nipples. “Fiona,” he groaned, taking that step to me and crushing me to him in a kiss hotter than the fire we’d had in the breakroom.
His hands cupped my ass, mine went around his neck, pushing my breasts into his chest. He reached down and lifted my skirts up to around my waist. He broke the kiss off suddenly.
“Fuck. You have no underwear or nylons on.” He kissed down my neck and then took a deep breath before continuing. “Have you worked like this in my office before? Is this…is this how you were helping me clean?”
A wicked grin flitted across my face before I could stop it. “Every day I work here. If I wear underwear, they are the little lace ones. I prefer thigh highs for nylons, the ones with garters. The day of the fire? Nothing.”
He made a little noise in the back of his throat, and I grinned at him. “Is that okay?”
He groaned, his hands tightening their grip. “Yes. I nearly begged you to come home with me that night. You seemed receptive. Yes. But I may have a…hard…time around you, knowing that.”
I dipped my head into the crux of his throat and neck and took a small nip, loving how his close-cropped beard scraped across the sensitive skin of my cheeks. “You seem to be having a…hard…time now. Let’s fix that,” I finished on a whisper.
He turned me so that I faced the back of the elevator with its reflective walls. “Put your hands on the wall,” he ordered.
I leaned over a bit and put my hands on the wall, watching him in the reflections. “Like this,” I teased, wiggling my ass a bit, which caused the skirt to fall back over my butt and the tie to swing across my sensitive nipples. God, I’d forgotten about that.
“No,” he said while giving me a sharp slap on my ass. I couldn’t help the sounds emitting.
Yes, God, yes. I wanted this so much.
Then he undid the clasp of my skirt and let it pool at my feet. He put his hand between my legs, sliding it up. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, pushing against my thigh.
I did as he told me, feeling decadent in nothing but my heels, facing the walls with his tie slung around my neck. His fingers, those lovely fingers, dipped in me, and I cried out. “Oh God, yes.”
“You’re wet,” he said, his voice husky.
“I’m so ready for you, you have no idea,” I replied, my own voice cracking as I tried to talk around the inte
nse sensations he gave me. Every nerve ending poised on a cliff of sensuality, waiting to jump over.
He laughed. “I have a pretty good idea,” he answered and dipped three fingers in. I gasped as the feeling of being too full hit me. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. He then went back to two fingers and held his other hand on my shoulder as if for leverage.
I was whimpering with need embarrassingly quick. Having him touch me proved even better than anything my imagination had conjured up on my many masturbation nights.
He stopped, and I watched him in the reflection as he took of his pants. I couldn’t see him properly, just pieces of his one arm and leg, and his face. I tried to turn around to get a full glimpse of him, but he stopped me.
“No, don’t move,” he said thickly. His hand caressed my back, cupped my ass, then he spanked me, sharply.
It surprised a small yelp out of me, my pussy heating up, and the wetness started to move to my thighs.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and my whole body tensed in anticipation. He stroked down my crack with a finger, sliding to the front, then back. My whole world narrowed to his touches, to him, to my wish fulfillment.
Then I felt the head of his cock following the same route his finger had just finished. I whimpered in denial when he slid past my hole, then again when the wet tip of him hit my clit. My knees started to weaken in response until he spanked me again, but my legs kept trembling.
“You ready,” he asked, his fingers gripping my hips.
“Yes, please, yes…oh please,” I begged, my hands clenching and flattening against the cold, steel wall.
His cock came to and teased at my entrance. I tried to push back and get him in, but his hands checked my movement, tightening in a commanding hold. He rocked into me a little, and I gasped.
“Please,” I said again, drawn out, almost sobbing in need, not caring if he knew it.
“Yes,” he said and slammed into me.
A cry of pleasure escaped me as his cock filled me. He stepped closer so that his legs came up against mine, one arm around my belly, the other on my shoulder. Then he began to move, slowly at first, and my stomach tightened as the desire I’d felt for months released with every stroke he gave.
“I can’t think,” I said. My brain had left me, and I’d become a ball of sensuous nerve endings with his name on it.
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
My knees weakened again as my orgasm started. He held me up and kept slamming me all through it. I screamed as it went higher, my walls clenching around his cock, setting me off even more. Better than chocolate.
Finally, sex better than chocolate.
I lost track of time, of how many times I came. My heart beat furiously, but more, something softer started in me at his mastery, at having the experience prove better than the fantasy.
He pinched my nipples, slowed his pace. It drew out my pleasure as if torturing me with it. Then he scratched down my back and slapped my ass, alternating as if he couldn’t decide which he wanted to do to me the most.
I heard a deep grunt from him. “I’m ready,” he said.
Just hearing that put me on edge. Every bit of me focused on him even tighter, wanting to bring him the fulfillment he was close to. I tried to hold on, to keep moving with him without falling over into bliss myself until I’d helped him to his release, but then he added, “Come for me.”
My body shivered as I went up in a ball of sexual need and lust, the trembling not stopping as he shouted behind me. Part of me couldn’t believe how hard I came, and I had to drop my hands to the hand rails to keep from falling over. Still he pounded into me. I could only stand there, unable to do anything but internalize the glorious sensations pouring through me as he brought me to completion and found his own. My emotions beat me on the head. Love even made its appearance, which I quickly squashed, or tried to. I’d liked him from afar for too long to completely shove the feelings away.
When he finally quit moving, he laid his head on my back, bringing to my attention how sweaty we both were. I grinned, happy to stand there as he caught his breath. We’d sure have to do some explaining. Then again, maybe I’d have to stay late. Or, the elevator refused to work because of the alarm? Yeah, I’d go with that. True enough, but doesn’t explain my dishevel or the time.
I tried to be all suave and debonair, but my fingers shook from the intensity of my orgasms. I couldn’t recall the last time sex affected me so deeply physically and emotionally. I tried to fix my breathing, but it came out ragged. My only consolation came in him. He seemed to be as gobsmacked as myself.
I watched him fumbling with his pants and took the bull by the horns, so to speak. I stepped to him and kissed him on the lips, softly. “I’d like to do this again. Well, not in the elevator.”
He snagged my hair and kissed me harder. “Deal.” He took his tie from me.
I stood dazed. His kiss sizzled through me. “Deal,” I repeated with no knowledge of what I’d agreed to. We redressed, and then he called someone to find out why the elevators weren’t working. After some arguing, we were assured that we’d be rescued within the hour.
“Apparently the fire alarm didn’t go out as a drill to the fire department.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to keep a grin from escaping.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re enjoying this,” he accused.
“But of course. I don’t often get to see you out of control. Two times in less than an hour has to be a record.” Oh, I was pulling the tiger by the tail, no doubt. I hoped for retaliation.
I looked at my feet to hide the devilish smirk slipping through my control. All at once, he’d turned me around, drug me up against him, holding one arm tightly, the other on my neck. My heart raced, and though I’d just been completely satiated a minute ago, I wanted to be ravished.
“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured with a slight squeeze on my neck. “Can you handle the heat?”
His breath whispered against my skin, and goosebumps covered my flesh. I wanted, no needed that man, the one with such control. Damn. One quickie and my body was ready to lay down and do as asked. My libido was going to be the death of me around Nicholas.
“I can.” I desperately wanted the chance. “Question is, can you?”
I heard him suck in his breath a half second before he squeezed a little more on my neck, his thumb stroking. “We don’t have much time right now. Can you handle a sexual relationship with your boss?”
My brain flagged red alert, but my body said, “Gimme.” My body won. I’d never met a man whose very presence turned me on like his, whom I wanted to be submissive with. “Yes.”
“Can you be submissive?”
“I can learn.”
Behind me, his erection bobbed against my ass. I guess he liked my answer. “I’ve seen how well you learn. Can you meet me tonight at six at Katie On the Downs?”
Happiness sluiced through me, and I grinned. He was taking me to my favorite restaurant on the water. “Make it six thirty.” I said I’d learn to be submissive, not that I would be obedient all the time.
He pulled me tighter so his erection pushed into my crack even through our clothes. “Six thirty,” he repeated, but squeezed and then let go of my neck as if to punish me and show me he understood I’d just been bratty before he put his hand around me, holding me close as he kissed my neck.
Why had I waited so long to put out feelers? By the time we heard someone outside the elevator, we’d worked ourselves up into a frenzy of need.
And I’d gone and moved the date back half an hour. Maybe that was his punishment for me doing that.
Damn it. It worked.
The rest of the day was a blur, but I did manage to get the client’s work done before I left for home. Once there, I changed into something soft and flowy and let my hair down. I refreshed my makeup and added matching earrings.
I parked a little ways away from the restaurant, wanting time to take in the water. As I
walked along the path, I took in deep, calming breaths, the salty air soothing. I loved the water with something akin to obsession. He couldn’t have picked a more perfect place than if he’d asked me specifically.
He met me near the front entrance at the appointed time and took me to the outside deck. The sun was getting close to setting. Fall was coming, my favorite time of year. I hugged the wrap that I’d thrown around my shoulders a little tighter, but didn’t complain. I was afraid he’d take it to mean I wanted to go inside, but I didn’t. Because of the slight chill, we had the deck to ourselves for now. Seagulls swooped for a last meal, calling out in triumph. The lapping of the water rose in the background against the relative silence on the deck.
I let him order for me and was pleasantly surprised by his choice. I had the garden salad, he the Caesar as our appetizers. We kept the talk to business and a few ideas of ways to improve on a couple long standing commercial clients until the main course arrived. When the char broiled salmon came, my mouth watered. I picked up my fork again and prepared to dig in.
“Funny,” he said.
I brought my gaze up to meet his. “What?”
“You’re looking at that salmon how I’ve seen you watching me.”
Damn it. The heat on my face could be used to cook another salmon. “I suppose it would be similar. I didn’t realize that you’d noticed,” I finally replied, and then shrugged nonchalantly, though I was wishing for the floor to open and swallow me up.
I peeked a glance at his face. He wasn’t fooled. Damn it all to hell.
“I like that you look at me that way.”
“I like that we’re having dinner together.”
“I’d like to do more than have dinner.”
I blushed. Fairly certain he didn’t mean go back to the office and work, I flirted. “Perhaps you should tell me more of being a sub. I promised to learn. All I know is what I’ve read.”
We talked of the rules he wanted to set forth on our still unlabeled relationship. At least, officially. I knew where my heart fell on this equation, and it squarely landed on the side of being his as long as he wanted me, however he wanted me. I finally allowed myself to see that I’d been secretly in love with him for months. I tried to focus on what he was saying.
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