“They said”—I paused, trying to get my breath under control—“that I just slept with you to get ahead, basically.”
“How do they know we slept together?” he asked mildly.
Now it was me who wasn’t fooled. “They don’t. They’re guessing because we took so long to call for help.”
“I see.” The pause on his end lasted so long, I’d begun to think we’d lost our connection, but then he spoke. “Does it bother you so much that they might know we’re having sex?”
“Oh, God, no. I don’t care who knows.”
“Then…” I imagined his brow going up the way he did, and a smile flitted across my face, despite my mood.
“It’s that they’re implying I’m doing it to get a raise, etc. And more, they’re making you out to be some womanizer who can be led about by a pretty face and tricked into giving me choice jobs or a raise just to fuck me.”
Again, his silence went on longer than I liked with what I’d just told him. “From your words and tone, you seem much angrier at their implications of me than of you.”
“Every single one of them know I’ve worked my ass off to get this job and keep it. So, yeah, I know jealousy and envy when I hear it. I just won’t be covering their shifts or accounts without a price tag since that’s what they think of me. But, to only have one person defend me or us, and another one not give me that derisive look they all seemed to have…” Now it was my turn to go silent.
“It’s hard when you first realize that most of your coworkers are not your friends,” he said kindly. “Tell me who defended you and didn’t give you dirty looks.”
“Becca and Arnold.”
“Okay. Now, you go home and pack. I’m taking you to the ocean. I have a house on the bluffs. The view is amazing, and it’s only a few minutes’ walk to the beach. Oh, and Fiona? That is not a request.” The silky tones following his gentler ones made them all the more powerful.
Tears of relief formed. I was afraid…of what? That he’d end up like all my other bosses who would have told me to toughen up and punished me for leaving when I refused to participate in the backstabbing? That he’d call it off over a few rumors?
With some insight to how cynical I’d become, I realized that was exactly what I’d feared on one level. However, more importantly, I hadn’t really expected him to do it. The fear had been old and from past relationships. I’d known I could tell him and not worry about that consequence. My heart melted and spread loving warmth through my whole body.
“Sounds beautiful,” I replied and then sighed. Even I could hear the dreaminess in my voice. I was a little old for that.
“Good,” he said. “I will pick you up in two hours. My stuff is already packed and in my car.”
So he’d had this planned before I walked out. My grin began to hurt my cheeks, and I made it home in record time, having left before the majority of traffic, and sped through my house, finding a duffel bag and trying to pack. I threw in jeans, took them out, threw them in again. Undergarments, well, I wore underwear with my jeans, so needed them. I wanted some of my sexy clothes, so needed to take some of that. Also, the weather was cold at the ocean this time of year, hell any time of year, but it could also be warm in the day. Despite my nervous frenzy about spending the weekend with him, excitement reigned so strong that I bounced as I zoomed around getting my stuff in order.
By the time he’d arrived, I’d narrowed down my choices, and with great anticipation, packed the sexy underwear I’d thought he’d like to see on me. At least until he took them off me. The doorbell rang, and I snagged my suitcase off the bed and set it by the door before opening it.
My lungs quit doing their job as I looked at him. I swear, it was as if I was being electrocuted in small doses all over my body whenever I first saw him. The sensation intensified as he kissed me.
“Hello,” he said, the deep timbre of his voice music to my ears. Joy pushed through to the top of my emotions just seeing him standing at my door.
I stared at him dazed, but answered, “Hello,” in a breathless sort of voice.
He laughed, flashing that smile which I always reflexively returned. “Can I come in?”
I shook my head to get rid of the…whatever it was my head was full of. “Yes, of course.” I stepped back and then noticed he had jeans in his hands.
“I want to change real quick, if you don’t mind me leaving my suit here.”
“No, not at all.” In fact, it had sent my stomach a flutter to think of making space for his clothes. How many months had I spent drooling over him, wishing for just such a scenario? I followed, and while he undressed, I pushed stuff in my closet to the side a bit so I could hang his suit there. Without a word, he handed it to me, and I put it in the space I’d made.
I turned around from the closet, and I had to swallow. Hard. He bent over to pull his pant legs on over his feet. I drooled and had to wipe it before I was embarrassed. I felt the heat of a blush go all the way to my ears, so I started out the bedroom door. “I, uh, need to get my coat. I’ll be in the living room.” He gave me a knowing wink and laughed as I practically ran down the hallway and grabbed my coat.
I worked on controlling my breathing as well as my libido while I waited. But when he came out, fully dressed, my libido still went nutso. “Ready?” I asked, then shut my eyes in deep embarrassment. My voice had cracked.
He replied, “Almost.” Then he took a quick step toward me, and before I knew what he was about, he took me into a bruising kiss. “That’s to tide you over until we get there…and to pay you back for looking at me as if you planned to devour me then walking out.”
“I—” Well, what could I say? That was exactly what I’d done. And now, I’d pay by being turned on all the way to the beach. “Where are we going,” I asked instead and picked up my suitcase.
He took it from me and opened the door. I went out first, but then pivoted to lock the deadbolt before we left. I followed him to his truck, smiling as I jumped in. He didn’t know it, but I had a thing for trucks.
The hours sped by faster than I expected. We talked of work, of accounts, of places we’d been. Basically, it was like hanging with my best friend with sexual tension thrown in. Once in a while, he’d take my hand and caress it with his thumb while he held it. Another time, he reached up and tweaked a nipple, teasing me. Well, more like torturing me, but semantics. I loved it all. He turned on music, and there were times we sat in silence, both enjoying the songs. It was better than I could have imagined, especially considering the perpetual state of half arousal I was in around him.
It was dark when we arrived, and we carried in our luggage to the room. He showed me some drawers I could use, and I unpacked. He apparently finished first because as I was bent over putting my pants in a drawer, he came up behind me, holding my hips to his then letting go.
“I like this,” he said. His low tones rolled over me like loud bass from a radio.
I took in a deep breath. “So do I.” And boy, did I. I put my hands on the edge of the low dresser, not making a move to stand up or move away.
His hands roamed my back, my ass, my hips. Then he pushed his hands up my shirt, skimming the skin on my back before he unhooked my bra. The heavy fullness of my breasts fell, and I made a small mewling noise in relief. He reached around, still under my shirt, and pinched my nipple, the same one he’d played with on the way there. It was tender, and my groin went tight and wet before I could say, “Oh, my God.”
He stepped back, then pulled me up, facing him. “You’re so responsive.”
“Is that a problem?” For once, I wasn’t being sassy, but really wanted to know. In my role of sub, was I supposed to pretend otherwise?
He groaned and kissed me, running his hand under my shirt again, and gently stroking my breasts and the tips. Little noises escaped that I couldn’t hold in. My body wanted to be closer, to be naked, to feel him inside me. I resisted the urge to tear his clothes off right then.
“No,” he f
inally said when he quit kissing me. “It is not a problem.”
“That’s good. I don’t usually respond quite like this. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex and don’t try to hide it from my partner, but normally…” Great. Babbling in nervousness. Way to go. But of course, he had to push it.
“Normally, what?”
“It’s sort of a short fizzle. Fun, whatever.” I shrugged. I did enjoy it. I had nothing to be ashamed of, but I could easily hold myself back as a situation warranted. With him? I couldn’t hold back. I was an open book around him. Yeah. Not sure I needed to stroke his ego that far so soon, though, so I kept it to myself. Only, he wouldn’t let me.
“And with me,” he prompted in a way that I knew was an order and not a request.
Damn. He wasn’t going to let it go. I stared at him mutely, not willing to lie or blow him off, but afraid to admit what he meant to me. Not even sure how. Then he had to go and cup my face so gently, that I couldn’t help but spill it. “With you, it’s like I’m tied to you directly, my heart, my very soul. It’s like my body isn’t complete until you’re touching it. Which is ridiculous and sappy, and I can’t believe I’m telling you. It’ll either stroke your ego, push you away, or maybe both. God.” I attempted to look away, but he stopped me.
He brought his face close to mine and stared into my eyes. “What else?”
Holy hell, how did he do that. Wasn’t what I’d said enough? “I want to please you. I mean, even before we had sex in the elevator. My whole being wants to make you happy, to see you smile, regardless of the cost to myself, regardless if I get the recognition,” I said quietly, admitting to him things I’d barely allowed to flit across my consciousness. His honor, his fairness, his strength all called to me, called to something visceral.
A little soon in the relationship for declarations, but he flipping asked. He brought it on himself.
“How long have you felt like this?”
I dropped my gaze, and a tear escaped. Was I to be laid bare to him? Apparently so. “Since we met,” I whispered. The admission tore at my soul as fear of rejection tried to worm its way in.
“You never showed any sign until recently,” he said in obvious confusion. He tilted his head as if studying me for answers. “I held an interest since we met as well, wondered if you’d submit to me in bed, if your passion at work would be matched in your love life.”
Well, if he wanted to just call it an interest instead of love at first sight with a healthy dose of lust and infatuation, who was I to argue. After all, “You’re the boss.” I shrugged again. “And, I did show it in a hundred little ways. No, I’m not going to list them now. You figure them out, then fine, but I won’t tell you.” I crossed my arms and stared at the floor. As long as he didn’t order me or implore me with those gorgeous eyes of his, I would be able to resist.
He laughed softly and drew me in for a hug. “Actually, I think I do know. I assumed the secretary was just excellent at her job. Well, she is, but not the little things. My favorite creamer always there, my favorite pens…did you do those?”
Damn it all. “Yes. I made sure she knew and bought more when I noticed them going low.”
“There are more things, and I think, you’ve been working as hard as you do to make me look good as a boss as well, including how you help others with their accounts. Now that I know the pattern, I can see all the times you went above and beyond and received no credit. You did all of that so I’d be happy?”
“And more,” I whispered.
He took the ponytail holder out of my hair and ran his hands through it softly. He soothed me. “And more,” he repeated, then kissed my cheek down to my mouth. Gentle at first, exploring, taking his time. Our tongues met, but the kiss remained tender.
His hands roamed my back, then pushed to the front, and, with only a brief break in our lip lock, he had my shirt off, and my bra dropped to the floor. I put my hands under his shirt and pushed it up until he took it off.
As his lips devoured mine, he pushed me back toward the bed. When my legs hit the mattress, he undid my pants and bent over and slipped them off me one leg at a time, snagging my shoes with them, then my socks.
“Lay down in the middle,” he ordered, but his voice was soft, caring.
My nipples ached, and my heart was full. I watched him divest himself of the last of his clothing and come to bed, lying next to me, head on his hand as he stared at me and his other hand trailed my body. I tried to touch him, but he stopped me. “No, Fiona. Tonight, I am pleasing you. After the day you’ve had, you deserve it.”
“It pleases me to please you, so, if it’s okay, please write that into tonight’s plans.” I stroked his face with my hands, happy to finally have the freedom to touch him after loving him from afar for so long.
He laughed and pressed his mouth to the hand on his face. “As your Dom, part of my job is caring for you, emotionally and physically. Now, do as I say, Fiona.” He softly cupped my breast while kissing me. And, out of nowhere, I had one of those moments. Like all the feeling in all the world filled me, the instant, and time stood still, as if the period between heartbeats lasted an eternity. Then the world righted itself and shifted to normal time. But in that breath, in that second, I’d lost my heart completely.
I knew right then that I was his for the taking, that there would be no other like him for me. I’d hold on and enjoy the time I had with him, treasure it. I kissed him back with my newfound feelings, telling him without words.
One of his hands trailed down my belly and explored my sensitive nub. He played with it, softer, harder, circles, up and down, then he found the spot. My hips bucked, and my heart raced. He stopped kissing me, so I opened my eyes and found him watching me, a smug expression on his face. Lord knew what face I was making.
My head arced back as an orgasm flowed through me unexpectedly. In a way, it was softer than any I’d ever experienced before, yet it was stronger, deeper, hitting me not just in my body, but my soul. He took my mouth again with his, then trailed down my neck, stopping at my breasts. He suckled on a nipple while moving so he was above me, covering me. My body’s libido was waking up the deeper beast, the one which wanted the hard climax, that wanted to have him in me, taking me, commanding my senses.
He then continued his kissing trail down until he arrived at my apex. I sat up on my elbows so I could watch him. Sure enough, he headed straight for my clit, his hand holding my folds open as he tongued it. I kept his gaze as long as I could keep my eyes open, but the pleasure was too much, and they shut as my head fell back. I started moving my hips, seeking his mouth’s mastery. He held my legs open wider with his elbows, and his tongue moved to my opening, and he licked me, then dipped in. I screamed and arched my hips and about came off the bed. Trembles started, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up. I held one hand on his head, the other grabbing the blankets and making a fist, trying to find any outlet for the pleasure washing through me.
“I can’t, I can’t, please.” God, I didn’t even know what I couldn’t, but the feelings rushing through me with the power of a spring storm took me by surprise.
He licked up to my clit again, and my whole body went taut. “You can,” he commanded as he came back up me, his dick poised where his mouth had just recently vacated. Slowly, as if torturing me was his aim, he entered me. I tried to push my pelvis up, to get him in deeper, now, but he just got a wicked grin on his face and held my hips.
Finally, he was in all the way, and I felt tears of happiness prick my eyes but blinked them away. He pushed my hands so they were on either side of my face, and with a tender look I couldn’t quite decipher, he began to move.
Angels cried, it was so beautiful. I kid you not. Or maybe that was just me as I responded to his touch. After he found his rhythm, he laced his fingers in mine. I felt the climax building this time, like a tsunami, building and building, the wave not crashing, but huge just the same.
My heart was so full, I thought I would burst. My legs tensed, then
my walls clenched around him. So close. The orgasm was so close, but I was afraid to let it go. I was so full of emotions, the tension so strong from the buildup, and I feared it would literally hurt me somehow to come that hard.
He tightened his grip on my hands and rested his forehead on mine. I whimpered as the orgasm tried to take over my body but still didn’t release. “Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “I want to come. I’m afraid,” I admitted.
In a deep voice laced with lust, he rasped out, “Come for me. It’s okay. Let go.”
All at once, the wave came crashing through me, from my feet up, pouring through me. I let out a yell, “Nicholas.” Then, “I love you,” slipped out on tears as the orgasm kept rippling through me, taking down all my defenses. He came with me, his body quivering where it met mine. Nice for my ego since my whole body shook with me still calling his name. I was branded as surely as if he’d used a cattle iron on me, but I didn’t care.
I don’t know how long we lay, him on me, us still joined, but I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. Then we got up and cleaned up, taking a quick shower—okay, could have been quicker, but he did offer to soap me down—what’s a girl to do?—and dressing just enough to cook in the kitchen.
I felt shy around him, but cooking helped put me at ease. Mostly. My self-discovery and admissions of things I’d mostly kept hidden had me feeling vulnerable. Still, I looked forward to the rest of the weekend. Plus—I grinned as I watched him from under my eyelashes—I couldn’t wait to start my sub lessons.
3
We’d finished the dishes and had started wiping down the counter when he grabbed me from behind and held me tight, one hand on my neck. I gushed. Even though feeling this totally submissive came as a surprise to me, it came naturally when around him.
His voice in my ear sent shivers down my spine. Then his words hit me. “What?”
“Time for the sub lessons you agreed to at dinner.” He pulled something out of his pocket. A purple collar. All of a sudden, my pussy was wet. I stood there, nipples aching, as he put it on me. “You can’t take it off until we are back at your apartment, except to shower. I have an outfit for you hanging in the closet that I picked up on the way to your house yesterday. Put it on.”
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