Mergers and Acquistions

by Sorcha Mowbray

  He stood up with her. “Remove my shirt and tie.”

  Muscled flesh. He would be exposed for her to absorb with her eyes and maybe even with her fingers. “Yes, Sir.” She unknotted his tie and worked the buttons through the holes to expose his pectorals. The bronzed expanse proved smooth and every bit as defined as she had imagined. Without thinking it through, she leaned forward and licked his chest while she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He shivered as her tongue slicked over warm skin.

  “I did not give you permission to taste me.” In his stern face, all sharp angles and smooth planes, his gaze danced with an unholy light. “You will do nothing I do not give you directions to. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her brain rebelled at this domination, but her body and heart reveled in their predicament.

  “Good girl. Now, my pants and underwear need to go.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She worked the button loose and then the zipper. With a solid push, both pants and boxer briefs skimmed down his strong legs to expose the most glorious prick she’d ever seen. Dear God, he was maybe seven inches long and would easily leave her fingers gapped when she grabbed hold of him, and she did not have dainty hands. Her lips dried as she imagined taking him between her lips.

  He placed a cushion on the floor and returned to the couch. “Now, kneel between my thighs.”

  Hell, yes. She smiled as her lids drooped over her eyes to shut out all but his very fine erection. She dropped to her knees and placed her palms on his upper legs to lean forward, but his grip on her shoulder stopped her. She glanced up.

  “Remember the rules.” He looked at where her flesh rested against his.

  She jerked away and lowered her gaze to the object of her lust.

  “Place your hands behind your back and hold one wrist. It takes great trust to allow someone to bind you physically so we will play with some mental bondage for now. If you move your arms from where they are now, you will earn five swats on your bare backside. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. How are you doing, Shannon? Are you feeling okay with everything so far?”

  “I think so. Thank you for asking, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, suck my cock until I come in your tempting little mouth.” He pulled her forward until the head bumped against her lips.

  She swiped at the tip with her tongue to gather his taste. The salty freshness coated her taste buds and made her want more. Leaning into him, she drew in the head and eased down his length. He hit the back of her throat, but there remained more to take. She wanted all of him. She pushed forward until the glans shoved against her throat and she choked.

  “Easy. If you swallow and relax as you bear down, you should be able to take the rest in.”

  She advanced again, following his direction. He slipped into the upper section of her esophagus, stretching it with a tight almost burning sensation that couldn't be described as painful. More like mild discomfort. And, to her satisfaction, he fit entirely in her mouth. She retreated to gather a breath and then repeated the motion.

  He groaned and drove even deeper. “God damn. Take it all,” he demanded as he pumped his hips into her face. She needed to back away, but he had his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place. Pinned between his crotch and his grasp he controlled her. Letting her face come up he withdrew and allowed her to inhale. “Again, baby. That felt so fucking good.”

  Despite the tears streaming from her eyes, she wanted to give him the pleasure he requested. There was no time to examine why, but some need to please him had her opening her jaw and taking him again. He slid balls deep again and fucked her face with his palm on her head. Periodically he would let her up to pant, until she incorporated the suction she had once read about.

  After she included the nuance, he cried out, “Oh, fuck yeah. I’m going to come, baby.”

  His balls drew up against her chin as he ground into her then he pistoned in and out as he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but a glop dribbled down her chin. She scooped it up and licked it off her fingers.

  His breath caught.

  Shit. She had moved her hands. Quick as she could, she locked the free arm behind her back where the other remained.

  “I’m torn. While watching you lap my cum off your fingers is one of the most erotic things I have ever watched, I now owe you a punishment by the terms of our agreement.”

  Her nipples ached with the need to be touched. Her pussy throbbed with the desire for him to stuff his cock in her, and despite his recent orgasm, she had an irrational urge to demand he fuck her hard and fast right now. But, she also found the need to give him what he wanted compelling. Desire to submit to him, overwhelmed all other notions, cravings, and wants. “Please spank me, Sir.”

  “Stand up, naughty girl.” He reached out and helped her rise. “That’s it. Now, lie across my knees.” He guided her into position. She lay with her torso stretched over the couch and her feet trapped between his ankles. He angled her ass to receive the promised swats while his legs wouldn’t allow her to move. “Now, keep your hands behind your back.”

  She did as told and waited. Her hips squirmed with her anxious anticipation. The first blow had yet to fall but she knew instinctively she would relish the punishment. His palm cracked across one cheek and her whole body snapped to attention. Her pussy spasmed around the emptiness.

  “One.”

  He connected with her other cheek warming it like the first. Her nipples ached to the point of pain from the lack of touch. She whimpered.

  “Two.”

  She’d never survive the pleasurable agony of this exchange. Tears of frustration leaked from her eyes as she controlled the urge to use her safe words. He landed two quick smacks.

  “Three and four.”

  She shifted as her hips bucked, an involuntary jerk. He pushed her thong aside and shoved two thick fingers into her box. She cried out in rapture as she came around the dense intrusion.

  “Oooohhhh! Dalton!”

  The lightshow behind her lids matched every ripple of sensation zinging through her body and across her skin. As the waves of pleasure eased, he pumped his fingers inside of her again stroking the front wall of her vagina, and slapped her ass one last time. She sparked once more, and gripped him in contractions of bliss as her juices coated his fingers and thigh.

  He slipped his digits from her pussy and helped her sit up in his lap. Her core clenched in despair of losing the fullness. Keeping an arm around her, he then allowed his gaze to lock with hers as he proceeded to drag her moisture across her lips and then kiss her. He drew away with slow laps and nibbles.

  “That is a sweet, sugary pussy. I plan on burying my face between your thighs for hours upon hours this weekend.”

  Words escaped her.

  “How’s your bottom?”

  “It stings a bit, Sir.”

  “I imagine so. I did not go easy on you, despite this being your first time. I believe in beginning as we will go on. Go inside and kneel next to the bed. I will be with you in a moment.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She opened the door to the room off the suite and found it to be decorated with as lavish a touch as the living area. The king size bed dominated the space. Next to the massive piece of furniture, she eased to her knees and sank into the plush carpet. Opting to replace her arms behind her back, she waited for him to come to her.

  Belated doubts assailed her. Can I do this? With a client, no less? She gave a mental snort. Kind of late to worry about that now, isn’t it? Then her pussy trembled with an orgasmic aftershock that ended all debate. Oh, she could do this. She hadn’t had sex in three years while she and her partners got their firm up and running. There was no way she could walk away from the best sex she’d ever had, and he hadn’t even put his amazing cock in her yet.

  “Planning on bolting?”

  She glanced up to see him lounging in the doorway. “No, Sir.”

  “Ey
es down, please.” He came to stand in front of her. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are in your obedience?”

  “No, Sir.” But she wasn’t submissive. Not for real. She did this because he liked it. Right?

  “You are incredibly sexy and strong, and it shows each time you choose to give yourself over to my control despite your thoughts. Many high-powered women, and some men, enjoy—even crave—the release. It lifts the weight of authority and responsibility they carry every day. In this small part of their life, they can trust someone else to see to their needs, their pleasure. I believe you may be much the same.”

  “I—“

  “No. There is no need to decide. Relax and enjoy our weekend together. Later, you can analyze this to death and decide if you need to be dominated. For now, we’ll just operate as if you do. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Relief flooded her.

  “Good, now stand up.” He grabbed her arms and helped her to her feet.

  The woman had turned out to be a glorious contradiction of strength and softness that enticed and titillated. His cock had already attained half-mast with thoughts of what lay ahead. Thankful for the ornately carved headboard The Stanton provided, he helped her onto the mattress.

  “Now, I’d like you to stretch out in the middle of the bed. Find a comfortable position and hold onto the vine carvings above. You are expected to maintain your grip. If you let go, you will be spanked, though it would seem it isn’t as much of a punishment as it should be.” He repressed the urge to smile. She pleased him on so many levels.

  “Is this good, Sir?” She lay stretched out for his delectation.

  “Very good. Open wide.” He tapped her knee. “Tell me, are you ticklish?”

  “Only on my feet, Sir.”

  “Well, then, you will keep your legs spread for me.” He moved to the foot and let the light from the doorway spill into the room and across the comforter. Her skin glimmered in the light dancing over her. The pink folds of her cunt glistened tempting him to taste her fully.

  Crawling onto the mattress, he lay between her trembling thighs and wedged them wider with his shoulders. An initial taste sizzled through his nerves to grab his dick’s attention. This first time would have to be quick because the time had come for their merger to be official. He needed to sink into her heat and feel her wrapped around his throbbing erection. With a grip on each flank, he held her in place and drove his tongue deep inside her.

  She gasped and moaned as her frame shook.

  So. Fucking. Sweet. He lapped at her sex, drawing more honey from her quivering cunt. He relished knowing he could reduce such a strong woman to a jellied mass of blissed-out nerves.

  “Your cunt is like a fine dessert after an amazing meal. Come for me, baby.”

  He flicked over her clit and poked into her channel, alternating back and forth. Then he focused on her responsive pearl as her moans got louder and grew to wails of desire. He stretched her opening with three fingers in preparation for the thickness of his cock. As he licked her pleasure button and fucked her, she struggled to open wider.

  He’d give her more, when he was ready. “Come for me, Shannon. Stop holding out.”

  “But I want to come on your cock, Sir.” Her words were broken by little spurts of panting.

  “You will please me most by coming in my mouth. Do you want to please me?” He flicked her sensitive nub again.

  “Yes! Yes, Sir. I want to please you.” Her flesh glistened with sweat.

  “Then come now.” He renewed his assault on her clit and pumped his digits in her pussy, curling them up to catch the spongy spot on the front wall of her vagina. She cried out, and with her hands still latched to the headboard, exploded. He removed his fingers and worked his tongue in and out of her, loving the confectionary quality of her essence as she came for him.

  She screamed loud, long, and with incoherent abandon.

  Using her wetness, he worked her clit further, setting off another set of spasms and a fresh wash of nectar from her hole. Content to lap at her until she eased down from her high, he relished how complete her surrender had been. A little push here or there and she followed his lead to delicious results. With proper training, she would make someone a wonderful submissive.

  The world returned as the echoes of her screams reverberated in the space around them. Had the whole hotel heard her? Oh, God. The insistent laving between her legs pushed her past her concern and started her back up the hill toward another orgasm. Then Dalton stopped and rose up to kneel between her legs. His erection loomed huge, purple, and dripping at the tip as he rolled a condom over it.

  He remained suspended over her, challenging her to move, tempting her with the sight of what she most longed for but keeping it out of reach. Enough. She wanted him now.

  Then he moved. As though he knew she could endure no more of his pleasurable torture, he crawled forward to hover over her still not where she needed him, but closer to completing her. Filling her with his cock and fucking her six ways from Sunday. She broke. Never one to beg, she would now if it got her what she wanted with a desperation she had never experienced. “Please, Sir.”

  He traced her jaw. “Please, what? What do you want Shannon?”

  “Fuck me. Please, fuck me, Sir. I need you to jam that cock in me.” Her arms shuddered with the need to touch him. To pull him against her and shove his beautiful erection inside her.

  A fine tremor ran from his shoulders down through his limbs accompanied by a muttered curse, and he rammed his dick deep into her pussy. She cried out, ecstasy swamping her senses. His thickness stretched her open and stuffed her as she knew he would. He flexed his hips, driving deeper into her, and she wrapped her legs around him as he moved to withdraw. She never wanted him to leave her.

  “Let go of the headboard, baby. I need you to hang on to me because I can’t be easy about this. I’m going to fuck that candied cunt of yours hard and fast.”

  She released the wood and wrapped her arms around him. “Hell, yeah, fuck me hard and fast. Please, Sir.”

  His jaw rigid with tension, he shifted, grabbing her thigh and holding it in his mitt. He propped himself up with the other and then moved. His cock slid out of her and hit every sensitized nerve on the way. Then he powered back into her opening in a hard, swift stroke. She thrust her hips up to meet him and their bodies slapped together. They found a fast and heavy rhythm that had them both panting and him cursing.

  “Aw, fuck. Your cunt’s so tight.”

  He hit all the right spots, and the man must have been an athlete the way he rode her. Gripping his shoulders, she pushed up to meet him and reveled in the zings of pleasure shooting across her skin from her responsive nipples to her oversensitive clit.

  He moaned, a guttural sound. The noise so fucking sexy she was beside herself with pleasure. Then he cried out. “Oh baby, I’m coming.”

  As he quaked with his orgasm he thrust again and she sparked. She turned inside out and dissipated into a puddle of pleasure beneath him on the bed. He pumped into her a few more strokes as they both came down and then collapsed on top of her.

  They lay entwined for however long. His weight pressed her into the bed in the most delicious way and made her feel so feminine she couldn’t imagine how she had forgone sex for three years. BOB couldn’t hold a candle to a flesh and blood man, certainly not this one.

  Dalton climbed off her, took care of the condom, and then came back to bed. He tucked her in, gave her a bottle of water, and then cuddled her against him. “This promises to be a very interesting weekend. Are you ready to explore your submissive nature?”

  “With you? I’m game for whatever you can throw at me. And after this weekend, I have a feeling sex will not be falling to the back burner again anytime soon.” She yawned, sleep tugging her under.

  As she drifted off, she swore she heard him mumble, “I’ll be sure to help you with that.”

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered offi
ce worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.

  She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!

  You can visit Sorcha at:

  http://sorchamowbray.com

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