A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series)

by Brooke, T

  The doors on the left hand elevator slid open the moment Jason pressed the button to summon them and Carla was caught by surprise as he pulled her in after him. Before the doors had closed, or she could react, he had her in his arms and was kissing her deeply.

  He didn’t break the kiss until they reached their floor, and when he did Carla could only stare up at him in shock at his behavior. “I needed to get that out of my system,” he said with a wink before leading her out of the lift and along a carpeted hallway.

  Reaching the end of the long hallway he swung open a set of polished double doors and ushered her inside. She smiled at Daniel and then looked around the large oval executive table at the dozen strangers there. They all stood when they noticed Jason and he placed a hand on the small of her back as he guided her toward the head seat. “Please be seated, we have much to discuss and I’d like to get started immediately.”

  Carla was startled when Jason pulled a seat close to his and patted it but she sat down quickly. He took the other chair and opened a small leather folder that sat on the table before him. While he studied the contents she folded her hands in her lap and tried not to be too obvious when she glanced around at the others at the table.

  Though she had never attended an office meeting before, everything seemed just as she would have expected it to be. The eight men and four women seated around the table were all dressed in business suits, of varying levels of conservativeness, and in front of each of them was a folder, identical to the one Jason was reading, along with a notepad, several pens and a glass. In the middle of the table were several jugs filled with water.

  It all seemed completely normal, except for her presence at the meeting, which she didn’t understand, and the fact that Jason and Daniel were the only ones not staring at her, either openly or covertly. She figured they were probably as curious about her presence there as she was herself, but it didn’t make her feel any better about being studied by a dozen people.

  Smiling awkwardly Carla looked down at her hands and did her best to ignore the looks, which were making her more than a little uncomfortable.

  “I guess we should get this meeting underway,” Jason said, looking up from his folder. “I notice you are all staring at my friend, is there a problem?” he asked; he already knew why they were looking at Carla since he had arranged everything, but Carla didn’t and he had to play along with what he had set up.

  Daniel stood. “Well, Jason, we aren’t sure why you have invited your, lady friend, into our business meeting.” It was only with a supreme effort that he was able to keep his face straight, the look on Carla’s face at his description of her made him want to laugh, but he knew he couldn’t afford to, that would only spoil what Jason had planned.

  “Do you all agree with Daniel? Are you all wondering why my friend is here?” Jason asked, allowing his voice to deepen and take on a commanding note.

  It was one of the women to Carla’s right who spoke up, nibbling her lip nervously as she did. “In my opinion,” she gained a little confidence when several of the other people around the table nodded their heads to show they were in agreement, “it is highly unprofessional of you to bring someone into this meeting who has no place here. Our clients require absolute confidentiality in all business dealings and your ‘friend’s’ presence might well jeopardize that.”

  Carla squirmed in her chair as the woman glared at her, making her feel as though she was a bug the woman longed to squash underfoot.

  “It seems my business etiquette leaves something to be desired; perhaps I should show you why I have brought her here.” He glanced around the group, one brow raised, looking for any further comments.

  “I think that would be appropriate,” a balding middle-aged man agreed.

  “Sweetheart, would you please stand up for me.” Jason shook his head in mock aggravation.

  Carla hoped he was sending her from the room; it was readily obvious she wasn’t welcome there, so she stood and pushed back her chair, waiting for him to speak.

  Standing, Jason moved behind Carla and put his hands on her waist. “She is here,” he said, “because I enjoy touching her, and can’t keep my hands off her.” He allowed his hands to trail up from her waist and then move round to cup her breasts.

  “Sir?” Carla’s face burned in embarrassment as he groped her and her hands moved to cover his as she lowered her eyes, humiliated by what he was doing.

  “So you’ve brought your whore to a business meeting, a meeting that involves a considerable amount of money and the fate of several companies.” A tall blond man shook his head, a look of disgust on his face.

  With quick fingers Jason undid the buttons on the front of Carla’s shirt and she gasped, attempting to still his hands, as he pulled it open. “Sir, maybe I should leave.” Please, for the love of chocolate, she silently prayed, just get me the fuck out of here.

  “Why should these people determine what I do with you, sweet girl?” he asked. Grabbing her hands he pulled them down to her sides and then he tugged her shirt from her skirt and opened it wide, ensuring that everyone in the room could see her bra and her clenched abdomen.

  “This is an outrage, Jason,” a sophisticated looking woman said angrily, shaking her head as she rapidly tapped her pen on the table. “You should keep your sex life behind closed doors.”

  What the hell was he doing? He had lost his damned mind, she thought, her face burning hotter than ever. “Sir, please!” She was trembling she was so angry with him for what he was doing, while the shock of his unexpected actions kept her arms frozen to her sides. Had she been able to move them she would have covered herself, and to hell with his dislike of her disobeying him.

  Paying no attention to Carla’s words, or the distress in her voice, Jason pulled her shirt off her shoulders and slid it down her arms. He kicked it out of the way when it dropped to the floor while he unclasped her bra; her bra was on the floor with her shirt before she had a chance to realize what he was doing. “Have you looked at her tits?” he grinned as he asked the question, cupping them gently and squeezing them, pinching her nipples to make them erect.

  Mortified Carla attempted to turn toward him, to hide herself with his body, but he released her breasts and grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. “Don’t you dare let them make you feel bad for doing what I command. Stand still and show them how proud you are of your body!” Every eye in the room was focused on his beautiful girl and the thought that none of them could have her, though they almost certainly wanted her, turned him on more than he would have admitted.

  “Perhaps you should show us more, Jason. If you are going to flaunt your whore before us you can at least make it entertaining.” Laughing softly the thirty something year old man leaned back, his arms crossed in front of him, his enjoyment evident on his face.

  She couldn’t believe that a group of professionals, lawyers and businesspeople, could behave like dogs in heat, but that was how they seemed to her. Despite the disgust a couple of them had expressed they were all watching her avidly, waiting to see what Jason was going to do with her next.

  Her mind screamed for her to run, to break free from Jason’s grasp and run from the room, to get as far from the scene of such embarrassment as she could. Despite her mind’s advice she didn’t flee, she didn’t even attempt to. That part of her that had found pleasure in everything Jason had pushed her to do over the past week rose to the surface again, and to her dismay Carla found herself becoming aroused by being displayed to his business associates.

  Jason was impressed as he reached down between them to unzip her skirt. Though she had made a few token protests she was not resisting him as he had expected her to. He had been sure she would be punching and clawing at him to get him to stop long before now.

  “You’re beginning to enjoy this, aren’t you, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear as he pushed her skirt down over her hips so it slid to the floor, leaving her in just her panties and shoes.

  Damn s
he was fucking beautiful, he thought, standing there with her breasts on display, just a thin piece of material hiding her sex from the thirteen pairs of eyes that were hungrily drinking in the sight of her.

  Taking a clump of her hair in his hand he pulled her head back roughly so he could whisper some more. “You see how they’re looking at you, they want you, they want to touch you, to suck on your nipples, to rip your panties away and drink from your core.” As he spoke, his words spreading a tingle of desire through her, his free hand traced its way over her breasts and down her quivering abdomen.

  His fingers paused at the band of her panties, waiting there until she moaned, telling him she was eager for him to continue, and so he did. He slid his fingers into her panties and down across her smooth mound; soon enough he was between her folds, where he discovered the moisture that told him he had been right, she was enjoying what he was doing.

  Carla felt her breathing quicken as his fingers reached her core and she looked around wildly at the strangers watching her. What the hell was wrong with her? She wondered. It wasn’t right, she shouldn’t be letting him touch her in front of a bunch of strangers, but his fingers felt so good. Her mind was screaming a million things at her all at once and she didn’t know which way to turn. All she could do was groan at the pleasure his fingers brought her.

  Pulling his fingers from her drenched folds Jason grasped her underwear, and with one quick tug he tore it from her, tossing it aside like the scrap of material it now was. Carla gasped and brought her hands round to cover her bare mound, but a quick slap on the butt told her he wasn’t going to allow that and she reluctantly moved her hands out of the way. “What should I do with this beautiful slut?” he asked of no one in particular.

  Carla knew she should hate him for talking about her like that, but she couldn’t, she found it just as much a turn on as everything else he was doing. He was turning her into just what he had called her, she thought as a fresh surge of blood colored her cheeks. “Sir, please!” She didn’t know whether her words were a plea for him to stop or an encouragement, she was too confused.

  “I think you should fuck her,” Daniel said with a grin as his friend’s fingers returned to Carla’s mound. He was amazed she hadn’t stopped it yet, he’d been sure she would end it long before it reached that point. He and Scarlett had had their biggest fight ever over a scene like the one Jason was playing out just then. Scarlett had gone through with it in the end, but she had given him hell afterward.

  At Daniel’s words Jason pushed two fingers deep into Carla’s core, while with his other he pulled her head back sharply by her hair. “What do you think, sweetheart?” he growled hungrily. “Should I bend you over this table and fuck that sweet little pussy of yours until you cum?”

  She whimpered as his fingers probed her, erasing her awareness of anything else. It was so wrong, her mind screamed, she shouldn’t be allowing it to happen, but her body demanded more.

  “I asked you a question, girl.” His fingers pushed deeper inside her and his thumb grazed over her piercing, knowing how her body would react to the stimulation.

  “No, Sir!” she cried out defiantly, wishing she had the strength to pull away from him, and hating herself for wanting to give in to him. She couldn’t believe she had become the kind of person who would even consider letting a man touch her as Jason was just then, in front of a group of strangers.

  Allowing his thumb to rub back and forth over her piercing again Jason felt her core clench at him, and knew she was about to cum. With a chuckle he slid his fingers from her. “Apparently my little slut doesn’t want to fuck.” He kept his hands on her thigh, knowing how unfulfilled she was.

  Part of her wanted him to touch her again, at the same time she was glad he wasn’t forcing the issue, she didn’t think she could bring herself to say no a second time. Clenching her thighs together she did her best to get her body under control, not understanding how she could be so turned on by such treatment.

  “Lean over the table,” Jason commanded softly. If she thought things were over she still had a lot to learn about him, he thought. The games had only just begun.

  “Sir, I don’t want to be with you in front of all these people.” How she found the courage to deny him again she didn’t know, especially when her body was aching for him so badly.

  “Trust me, girl, I won’t fuck you until you beg me to, now lean over the table; don’t make me ask again!”

  Not sure what Jason was intending Carla nervously leaned forward, resting her cheek on the cool table. From that position she wasn’t able to see behind her to where Jason was, and that made her all the more nervous, since she had no warning of his intentions.

  “If we’re not going to fuck, sweet girl,” Jason said, taking out a long ruler and raising it, “I’m going to make that sexy ass of yours red,” he brought the ruler down sharply on her heart-shaped ass, which made her cry out with the sudden pain, “so everyone will know what a bad girl you are.”

  The sting of the ruler burned her butt cheeks, while the cheeks on her face burned red with humiliation over his words. He struck her again and again with the ruler until her cries of pain combined into one long drawn out wail. “Please, Sir!” she begged, gripping the edge of the table with all her strength. She was almost at the end of her tolerance and wished she had just let him take her. That might be just as embarrassing, but at least it would be less painful.

  “Your choice, Carla; I’m either going to have your ass or that hot little cunt.” He allowed his hands to rub her reddened ass, enjoying the color.

  “Take me, Sir,” she whispered quietly, preferring humiliation over pain.

  “You’ll have to do better than that, sweetheart. What do you want me to do with you?” He knew he was once again taking her out of her comfort zone, but that was what his ten nights plan was all about, he reminded himself. It was about pushing her beyond what she was used to, and about encouraging her to let go and surrender to his will.

  She couldn’t believe he was going to make her say the words. She wished he would just get on with it so it would be over and she could leave, rather than continuing to humiliate her as he was. Didn’t he care for her at all? The ruler came down on her sore ass again then, as she struggled to find the courage to speak. “Fuck me, Sir!” She had meant only to speak the words, but the sudden pain forced them from her in a scream.

  Jason chuckled and threw the ruler on the floor before undoing his pants. He slid them and his boxers down to reveal his length, almost as long, and just as hard, as the ruler, and with one thrust he entered her fully.

  With each thrust he claimed her as his own; claiming her in his eyes, in hers, and in the eyes of everyone else in the room. There was no doubt in any of their minds who Carla belonged to, she was his, and his alone.

  Carla felt her body tense with each stroke, a strange excitement filling her at the knowledge that more than a dozen people were watching them. She was ashamed of her excitement, and turned on by it at the same time. Her arousal made her feel all the more ashamed, but as her release approached she grew less and less concerned with the other people in the room, until finally she came, screaming her orgasm for all the world to hear.

  Guilt would come later, she was sure, but just then all she could think of was the feel of his hardness inside her as he withdrew and plunged into her, over and over again, with increasing speed. When he finally pulled out of her and she felt his seed fall on her back and buttocks she knew she had pleased him.

  It wasn’t until just before he came that Jason remembered he had once again forgotten to put on a condom. He was relieved that he’d pulled out in time, but he couldn’t believe that he’d made the same mistake as he had the night before; it just wasn’t like him to lose control to such an extent.

  “This meeting is adjourned,” he said breathlessly as he took some tissues to wipe himself clean before he pulled his underwear and trousers back up. “I expect to have your reports sent to my office later
in the week, you’re excused.”

  A few chuckles filled the room at Jason’s words and everyone around the table got to their feet and dispersed. Carla however remained bent over the table, shocked at what she had allowed to happen. She waited until she was alone with Jason and then slowly pushed herself up so she was standing once again. “Is there a bathroom close by, Sir?” she asked, her voice quiet as she thought about what she had permitted Jason to do to her, with her, in front of a crowd of strangers.

  “Right through those doors, sweetheart.” Jason pointed to a door at the back off the office.

  She quickly gathered her clothes and ran off to clean herself up. The bathroom was small, and there was only a sink and paper towels for her to use, but she did the best she could, sure she had missed at least some of his seed when she finished.

  Two more nights, she thought to herself as she cleaned herself and then dressed, uncomfortably aware that she no longer had any panties to wear. Just two more nights and then it would be over, she told herself over and over; she didn’t know if she would stay with Jason after that, not given the things he had convinced her to do.

  Forcing herself not to cry, she refused to give in to the tears, she stood before the mirror, studying herself, trying to work out what she had become, what she had allowed herself to become. It was clear to her that she couldn’t continue the lifestyle, no matter how much she loved Jason, it was just too damaging to her, both psychologically and emotionally.

  Despite that realization she was determined to finish out the ten nights. She knew it was stupid to do so, and pure stubbornness on her part, but she refused to change her mind. She had started the ten nights, and she would see them through to the finish, no matter how bad it got.

  Her resolution made, Carla returned to the conference room.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” Jason asked, grinning and pulling her into his arms.

  “I’m fine, Sir,” she whispered softly, and she was, though only because she knew, deep in her heart, that she would be leaving him soon.