“Which is it, baby?”
My eyes widened. My mouth fell open. Nothing came out.
“I’ll let you decide later. If you shave it yourself, I’ll know what you decided. If not, I’ll assume you want me to do it for you.”
As soon as I managed to escape this house and the hypnosis of Cade Alexander, there would be no “next time.” This rule of his was moot.
“Another thing. You aren’t to touch yourself without permission. I mentioned that earlier. I want to reiterate it.” He gripped my chin again and held it steady, forcing my gaze to meet his. “That’s a hard rule. I won’t bend on it. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. His hand trailed back down my body to cup my sex. “This pussy is mine. Your orgasms are mine to dole out when and how I see fit. You will not masturbate without my permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” I repeated, softer. My body stiffened. With his fingers so close to my sex, I slipped deeper under his spell.
“Another rule. No panties. Ever. I abhor them. I like your pussy open and available to me at all times. Whether or not I take advantage is up to me, but the option is mine and mine alone. Your job is to be ready for whatever I decide.”
I knew my expression was blank. There was no wrapping my head around his words.
I knew one thing for certain. He hadn’t been kidding. He was a Dom. I’d never known another Dom, so I had no one to compare to, but I suspected Cade Alexander was used to getting his way, in all things.
“I think that’s enough rules for today. If I pile on too many, you won’t be able to comply, and I don’t want to spend half the week correcting you. If I have to punish you ten times on the first day, then I haven’t done my job.”
Punish me.
I was in so deep… What a mess.
The knot in my belly that had formed hours ago hadn’t abated. It needed release. The orgasm he’d given me while I stood in front of him and he fucked my channel with his fingers had only eased the ball of need temporarily. It was back in full swing now. And I wasn’t pleased.
Cade cupped my breast and met my stare. He drew lazy circles around my nipple while he spoke. “I gave you a lot to consider. Please repeat the four rules I’ve given you.”
I licked my lips. They were too dry. I couldn’t have repeated his rules back if I wanted to. I was in a daze. And I was debased.
“I’ll reiterate. You repeat after me.” He paused. “You will remain naked in my presence any time I request it.”
I swallowed. The thought of repeating those words made me feel so small I couldn’t verbalize anything at all.
“Am I moving too fast for you, baby?”
This I could consent to, so I nodded.
Cade’s response was to heave himself off the couch with me in his arms and carry me back through the house until he reached the room where I’d napped. He sat me on the mattress. “Don’t move.” He turned toward the window and opened the blinds. The room filled with the evening light. And then he was back. “Lie down, Amelia.”
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing him, clutching the sheet around me.
Cade pressed gently on my shoulders and eased me onto the bed on my back. He tucked his hands under my arms and hauled me several inches toward the center and stuffed a pillow under my head. Next, his hands came to mine where they gripped the sheet. He pried them open, again gently, and lifted my arms over my head. “Leave your hands there, baby.”
The sheet was yanked away immediately, leaving me open and vulnerable. As if that wasn’t enough, Cade grabbed my knees and pushed them up and out, leaving my sex completely spread to his view.
The humiliation I’d felt earlier didn’t compare. I turned my head to one side, fighting not to cry.
“Eyes on me, Amelia.” His voice was soft and deep. “Amelia, now.” His tone got firmer.
I slowly let my gaze come back to center.
“Baby, I know this is confusing, and you don’t understand what’s happening, so I’m going to make it clearer. You’re a submissive, Amelia.” He paused, apparently letting that soak into my addled brain.
I shook my head finally. “That’s crazy.”
“No it’s not. You just didn’t realize it before now.” He tapped my nipple and then pinched it sharply.
I arched into his hand.
Cade trailed his fingers down my body toward my core.
When I tried to close my legs, he grabbed both thighs and held them wider.
I moaned involuntarily, and Cade slipped a finger into my channel with no warning. “Eyes on me.”
I jerked my attention back to his face in time to watch him lick his finger clean of my moisture. “Baby, you’re so wet for me.”
This was indisputable.
His finger dipped back inside me, and then he brought it to my mouth.
I died three deaths as he spread my arousal on my lips. “Taste yourself, Amelia. Suck my finger into your mouth, baby.”
I did, amazed by the salty sweetness that was my arousal.
“Good girl. Are you starting to understand what I’m saying?”
Not even close.
He rolled his eyes, but smiled. At least he wasn’t angry. “If you weren’t so submissive, you wouldn’t be able to lie here spread open for me, so wet with need, your nipples jutting out, begging for attention. You’re a natural, baby.” He leaned in as he said this last part. “And you’re mine.”
At that moment, I couldn’t argue his point. I was totally his. My entire body was on fire. My sex gripped at nothing, pleading for any sort of contact Cade would provide.
“So, let’s get back to my rules. I have rules for a reason, Amelia. Most important is discipline. I’ll train you to submit to me in the manner I enjoy. You will be rewarded beyond measure in a manner I can assure you’ll enjoy. Is that clear?”
I nodded, though I had no idea why. I grasped onto the word enjoy and went with it.
“So, you will remain naked any time I demand it.”
I nodded.
“Repeat my rule, baby.” His hands landed on my spread thighs, caressing the skin between them.
“I’ll remain naked with you, Sir,” I whispered.
“You will not masturbate without my permission.”
I swallowed. That one was easy since I hadn’t masturbated previously without his permission. “I won’t touch myself when I’m not with you, Sir.”
“Good girl. You will keep your pussy shaved smooth at all times. I’ll let you decide in the morning whether you want to take on that task yourself or have me do it.”
I didn’t see how I was ever going to shave myself down there. And I flinched every time he referred to my sex as my pussy, often in a manner that left me wetter than before.
“Amelia, concentrate. Repeat what I said.”
“I’ll shave my, um, hair, Sir.”
“Good girl. Do you remember my last rule for today?”
“No panties, Sir.”
He smiled. His hands roamed my thighs, getting closer to my center with each pass. My legs shook. Even my arms shook where I gripped my hands together above my head.
“Baby, you’re so fucking sexy. I promise you won’t regret this. Give me a chance, and I’ll show you a world you’ve never even dreamed about.”
I didn’t doubt his capability in that department. I also needed to get out of there. Go home. Think. Make lists of pros and cons. I realized this was a foregone conclusion for Cade, but for me it was a major life decision.
At no point in my life had I contemplated submitting to another human being. I had never considered myself that weak.
Cade leaned in and nibbled a path up my thigh, making me suck in a breath. He lifted his face before he reached my center. “Tomorrow morning, come to work as usual, but I’ll be talking to Moriah about making sure you climb up from the lowest rung.” He smirked and then muttered, “She has a fucking master’s in business admin, and she’s bringing my people coffee.” H
e rolled his eyes.
“Sir, no.” I lowered my hands and lifted myself onto my elbows.
“No, what?”
“Well, first of all, there’s no way in hell I’m going to date you and work for you at the same time. If you were thinking about seeing me again after today—” I cut myself off. “Hell, after the way I’ve let you manhandle me all afternoon, I can’t go back to the office anyway, so this discussion is moot, but still, I would never want you to do anything to get me promoted. I intend to earn my way up in whatever company I land. I’ll turn in my resignation tomorrow.”
“Of course you won’t.” His brows furrowed. He shook his head. “Did I mention wanting you to quit your job?”
“No, but—”
“You aren’t quitting your job, Amelia. End of discussion. If you still want to quit after you’ve opened that last package on the kitchen table, I’ll be happy to oblige. But not now, not when I’ve just gotten you. I want you in my office. I want to know where you are at all times.” His hands gripped my legs and pressed them open wider. “I want this pussy naked and available, and I want to know that it’s in my building. We clear?”
We were so totally not clear. “Cade,” I shook my head while I spoke, “this is ridiculous. I would never dally with someone I worked with under any circumstances. And in this case, it’s too late. The damage is done. I can’t go back there. I’ll find another job.”
Cade grinned. “Dally?”
I rolled my eyes. Of all the things I said, he wanted to make fun of my word choice. I squirmed, fighting to scoot out of his reach.
He held me tighter. “Don’t move away from me, Amelia. We’re having a discussion.”
Exasperated, I lifted both hands and threw them in the air, causing myself to land flat on my naked back again. I spoke to the ceiling. “Nothing about this day has remotely resembled a discussion, Cade. You clearly run a dictatorship. If this is how you treat all your women, no wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.” I regretted those last words the second they left my lips.
In less than a second, Cade Alexander was on top of me. He straddled my torso, planted his knees on both sides of my body, and grabbed my hands to lift them back over my head. “Ms. Kensington.”
I flinched at his use of my formal name all of the sudden. And even though he was totally manhandling me, his body hovering over me, his face inches from mine as he forced me to meet his gaze, my damn nipples were hard.
“Let me set a few things straight. First of all, I’m a Dom. I don’t do girlfriends. I haven’t had a girlfriend in years.”
I winced.
“Second of all, just so you know, submissives do not generally make their own choices. Doms do not generally lay out a selection of options and let their sub choose. Now, I realize this is foreign to you. And if I thought for a second you couldn’t handle this, we wouldn’t be in this position. I tested you this morning. I knew already you were perfect for me. Hell, I knew it the moment you first walked by my office two weeks ago, your thick wavy hair bobbing behind you, your long graceful fingers separating papers expertly, a smile on your face that told me there was no other place in the world you’d rather be, that you’d hit the lottery when you landed yourself a job at my company.”
I tried to soak in everything he said. I pulled my legs together and squeezed them tight against the growing arousal mounting as his gaze penetrated me and he let me in on just how long he’d been watching me.
“I knew, but I wanted to be sure. My knowledge was further confirmed when we shared that drink Friday night. There you were in my bar dressed in your sexiest black dress, wearing those fuck-me shoes, and perched on a stool looking like the world was your oyster.”
His bar? Of course. Did he own the entire city?
He leaned in, the inches closing as I held my breath.
“I knew you were submissive when I led you away from your friends without a word from you and plied you with my favorite Chardonnay.”
Yep, my sex could get wetter. He wanted me. Bad.
“And then this afternoon.” He let his eyes close for a second and inhaled a long, slow breath before he continued, “Baby, the look on your face when you got here was priceless. You were fit to kill.”
“I thought—”
“I know what you thought, and that was exactly what I wanted you to think. If you had shown up devoid of emotion and simply dropped off my purchases, then I would have been worried.” He grinned.
“Baby,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “you’re mine.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he released one of my wrists and set two fingers on my lips.
“Don’t say anything right now. Just think about everything I’ve told you. I’ll get Arthur to take you home. I want you to search deep inside yourself this evening and take a good look. Think hard about how it makes you feel when you do my bidding. Let go of the anger and place your attention on the tight ball of need in your belly, the one that threatens to explode every time I give you a command.”
I held my breath.
“Even now,” he whispered, “even while you’re fighting a war inside your mind, your pussy is dripping wet. Is it not?”
I didn’t move.
“Baby, is your pussy wet?”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled.
“That’s my girl. And that’s what I want you to focus on. We can have all the discussions you need while I train you, but remember, the end result is always your pleasure, and mine. Submitting to me will open your eyes to a world of satisfaction you can’t imagine. That’s my promise to you.” He released my wrist and eased off my body until he stood on the floor.
I hated that I wanted to beg him to fuck me. That’s how aroused I was.
Cade tapped my pussy. “This is mine, Amelia. I know you’re horny right now and probably want to pull my hair out, but don’t act on that. Not tonight. Keep your greedy fingers to yourself and concentrate on what I’ve told you. Report to work as usual in the morning and do your job. Judy goes to lunch at noon every day for one hour. I want you to come to my office five minutes after twelve. Are we clear?”
I nodded. He had me under a deep hypnosis. There was no escape. And as he’d suggested, I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to escape.
Cade reached for his phone. “I’ll have Arthur pick you up.”
“Sir, that’s not necessary. I have my car here, and I’ll need it in the morning to get to work.”
He hesitated a moment and then nodded. “Okay, but please drive safely. It’s late. From now on, when you come to my house, Arthur or I will pick you up.” He set the phone aside and kissed my forehead.
My belly dipped. He was overbearing. There was no doubt about that, but his overprotective side was kind of endearing.
Chapter Five
I woke up gasping for air, my eyes instantly wide, my hand between my legs. The first thing I did was yank my fingers away from my pussy and stare at them in disbelief. Never. That’s how often I’d awoken stroking my clit.
Instantly, my mind wandered to Cade’s rule about touching myself. Not that I could be blamed for this one. I’d been asleep.
I glanced at the clock—fifteen minutes before my alarm would go off. I curled onto my side and snuggled under the covers. I was wide awake but had no desire to climb out of my bed yet.
I’d slept hard. Thank God. As soon as I’d stepped in the house the night before, I’d taken a long bath and pondered the day’s events. When my thoughts became a hodgepodge of no new resolutions on my part, I’d dried off and climbed into bed. Again I’d lain there, staring at the ceiling and worrying my bottom lip until it was swollen.
This morning I had a decision to make. Go to work and face this new world I’d fallen into, or hide under the covers and pretend my stint at Alexander Technologies never happened.
The thought of never seeing Cade again was more than I could stomach. The thought of seeing Cade again was also more than I could stomach.
The man was intens
e. His rules were intense. His expressions were intense. I had no idea if I could even begin to live up to his specifications.
But if I didn’t try, I would spend the rest of my life wondering “what if?”
Yep. I had to get out of this bed and get in the shower. I would need the extra time to attempt to shave. There was no way I was going to take the risk of stepping into Cade’s business without doing so. I would put nothing past him. The chances he would check to make sure I’d done as he’d demanded between now and five o’clock were high.
I slid from my warm cocoon and headed for the bathroom. I stripped off my tank top and panties and dropped them in the hamper. Cade had instructed me not to wear panties at any time. I’d struggled with the idea for about two minutes last night before deciding there was no way I was going to sleep naked. I couldn’t do it. Not yet.
Shaving was a task that proved far more difficult than I anticipated. It was impossible to see everything between my legs, and I needed a third hand to hold my folds apart. Not to mention I became aroused every time I touched my pussy anywhere. And when had I begun to think of my sex as my pussy?
That infuriating man and his words.
I managed, barely, and dressed in a skirt that reached almost to my knees, the longest one I owned. If I wasn’t going to wear panties, at least I needed the added protection. My blouse was also more conservative than usual. It was a deep royal blue and therefore hid my bra completely. This didn’t mean I wore one of my less attractive, more functional bras. I didn’t want to take that chance, either. I donned my favorite black lace bra and buttoned my blouse one more button than normal.
By the time I stepped into the office, I was a ball of nerves. I worried someone would be able to tell by looking at me that I’d spent the evening with the boss, letting him have his way with me.
Moriah looked up from her desk and smiled. She was just settling in herself. It was ten till eight. “Hey Amy, how’d it go yesterday?” She cringed. “Was it bad? I told you it might take you all day. I’m surprised you aren’t still out satisfying that man’s whims.”
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