by Cynthia Dane
The whimper I release into his hand is both pathetic and electrifying.
My body gives me away. Every part of me is charged, ready. The amount of wetness that manages to seep between my skin and his trickles down my thigh. My nipples are so sensitive that all it takes is one pinch and I’m near orgasm.
He didn’t tell me not to come.
Sounds I barely recognize fill the air, muffled by this man’s large, strong hand clamped upon my mouth. I know we’re both close when I feel him tense within me, the sounds of sex so strong and enticing that they’re all I can hear. I want him. I want him inside me, like this, getting ready to release himself until I scream for more.
I’m not surprised when I start to climax. The entirety of my body shudders. My brain explodes in my head. My eyes are closed, but light comes through in the form of nirvana claiming me.
This isn’t a normal orgasm, however. This is something else.
Something is happening, and not only to my body.
Somewhere in the depths of my mind I realize that it wasn’t “Katie” the sub enjoying this. No, at no point in my dreamy haze did I think I had to change my attitude to enjoy this. I just did.
I didn’t need an excuse.
There’s something even scarier happening as I lie here, being fucked halfway out of sleep by a man I’ve let collar me and do whatever the fuck he wants to me – shit like this.
What’s happening is that I not only want my own pleasure, but his own. For his sake.
I want him to use me to feel good.
I want him to keep me quiet, docile, and accepting of what happens.
Good God do I want him to!
When I hear him grunt in orgasm, I’m elated. When I feel him pulse within me, I’m relieved. Yes, I physically feel good. Great, even. It’s a good orgasm, and I’m going to lie here and ride it out as a wonderful way to start my day. What feels fantastic, however, is hearing his pleasure tear through him, his body emptying into me his stress, his fears, and his insecurities.
Fuck my life. Nova was right.
His soothing warmth brings me down from my submissive high. Ian stays within me a few more seconds, hand slacking against my mouth until his arm falls over the edge of the bed. When he pulls out, I realize how wet I was – how wet he has made me. My head rolls onto the pillow and I close my eyes, ready to go back to sleep.
“Wake up, darling. It’s nearly time to go to work.”
Ah, fuck him.
Chapter 8
IAN
“Reports forecast a projected revenue of $15,000,000 the first quarter,” my company’s accountant says halfway through our meeting. “This is of course assuming that all reservations are followed through and the pattern of interest continues. If I could direct your attention to Section 3 and the chart at the bottom of the first page…”
Papers flip over in unison. I have to lick my thumb twice to get mine to turn. Usually Valerie prepares my papers for me, but today she was so busy that it’s a miracle I got this delivery at all. And now I can’t turn a fucking page.
Seeing me struggle, Kathryn leans over and turns the page for me. Nobody pays us any attention.
It’s the first day of the final phase of her training. After waking up with a raging hard-on, thanks to denying myself relief yesterday, I decided to push some boundaries and see how Kathryn would react to me fondling her in her sleep when her collar was on – I would never if it were off.
Unless, of course, she told me I could.
She not only got into it – she flourished.
I thought it only right to mark my sub before we went off to work. I let her have free reign of her work clothes this week, and I’m pleased to see her in a stylish white turtleneck and black pencil skirt, hair up high on her head in a twist and jewelry so minimal that she’s only wearing her collar. I’m pleased to see this because the collar blends in flawlessly with her look. Nobody would ever expect what that necklace really symbolized.
I want to lean over and kiss her cheek, rub her shoulder, and take her hand in mine. I don’t. Not in a situation like this.
She’s my full-time sub these next few days, but our situation is still a secret. I can’t risk too much affection out in the open.
There are other ways she can serve me, however. Flipping my paper over when I had such a hard time was a nice touch.
“Finally,” the accountant continues, “there’s the matter of funds we’re still waiting on from Xavier Crow.”
I perk up. Kathryn looks somewhat interested. My father, on the other hand, shrinks in his seat with one hand over his face.
Great.
“Go get us some coffee,” I whisper to Valerie. “Get yourself some too. We might be here a while.”
Valerie is five folders deep into taking notes, and she gives me a look of, “You better be shooing me away because you don’t want me to hear this, and not because you’re a lazy ass.” A bit of both, really.
“I’ll get it.” Kathryn stands up, smoothes out her skirt, and smiles at me. “I know how everyone here likes their coffee.”
Anita, her assistant, glances at her as if she’s lost her mind. I’m halfway to giving her that look too.
Before I can say anything, Kathryn has left the room.
“Don’t get me started on Crow,” my father says, interrupting my thoughts. “We were supposed to have the money in our account last week, but nobody can get a hold of the guy. I have no idea what’s going on. It’s giving me a headache.”
“If you don’t find the money soon…”
“I know what that means!’” My father slams his hand on the table, startling Anita and making Valerie roll her eyes. “We’ve got a ball to throw for the opening of the hotel. We’ve got supplies to stock. We’ve got brand new employees to hand out uniforms to and pay. At this rate, we’ll be making them pay for their own uniforms. That will go over well…”
Protestors echo in the back of my mind. Yeah, they would love that bit of news.
The accountant flips his folder shut and regards my father with near-disdain. “These discrepancies need to be covered soon. Either find a replacement investor or light a spark beneath Mr. Crow’s ass.”
“As soon as I grow an arm long enough to reach the west coast, I’ll let you know.”
Kathryn returns with a tray of coffee cups. She gives one to Anita first, then my father, then Valerie, then the accountant who declines because he’s heading out, and then…
Coffee lands in front of me. Delicately. Placed there with such care that we get more than a few looks. The accountant sighs again.
I’m not even sure Kathryn got herself coffee.
I thank her and say my goodbyes to the corporate accountant. He brushes me off. Yeah, the guy’s an ass, but there’s a reason we pay him hundreds of thousands a year to keep our finances in check. I think we’ve given him a couple of strokes over the years, and this latest debacle with missing investor funds is only the latest case.
“I don’t want to hear it.” Apparently my father is a mind reader. “Now I have to go crawling to your mother and ask her for some of the funds for a bigger investment.”
“Good luck with that. She hates your guts.”
“Fuck it! I’m going out to get a drink with the boys at the club.” My father leaps up from the table and ambles toward the conference room door. “Maybe one of them will have a few million to spare… thanks for the coffee, Kathryn.”
The four of us are left with an uncomfortable silence. “That’s a lot of missing money,” Kathryn mutters.
“Valerie,” I say, turning to my assistant. “Go make copies of these folders, would you please? You might want to take Anita with you.”
Silently, both assistants leave, giving Kathryn and I some privacy in the closed-off conference room.
“It is a lot of money,” I respond. “When my father told me a while ago about this new investor, I admit that I was wary.” Now that w
e’re alone, I slip my hand beneath the table and rub her bare knee. No tights for her today. “My father can be an idiot in his personal life, but not so much the business side of things. He wouldn’t have agreed to this investor if he thought it could possibly fall through. I wonder what’s happening. Xavier Crow is one of the biggest names in the Pacific Northwest.” Twenty years ago, that wouldn’t be saying much. Now, however, there are quite a few businesses popping up over there. There’s even a conference for bigwigs like us every year. Not that I’ve ever gone…
Maybe I should. I’ll take Katie with me, and we’ll have a great time.
“I’ve vaguely heard of him,” she says, her voice soft. She looks at my hand on her knee, but does not otherwise react. “He’s not really in my line of business, if you know what I mean.”
“He’s definitely more corporate and investment, less helping out the little guy.” Xavier Crow is the head of Black Raven Pharmaceuticals, which focuses on treatments and cures for terminal diseases. Last I heard they were close to a promising cancer cure, but their lead researcher keeled over dead. Probably put a dent in Crow’s profits for a while. “Enough about that. How are you feeling, my sweet?”
Kathryn raises her eyebrow. “I’m fine. Even better after waking up like that.”
I chuckle. Can’t be helped. When a woman tells you she likes your prowess in bed, you’re going to react. “I took a chance that you would like that. What better chance than when I’ve got this pretty collar on you?” I tap it with my finger. Light reflects off the tiny diamonds, illuminating Katie’s smile.
“It’s not something I would want to do every day… sir.”
“Of course not.” Is it weird I get a little hard when she calls me sir?
“I enjoyed it, yes. I enjoy almost anything we do.”
Her smile is infectious. Not just infectious. Heartwarming. It’s not her usual smile of wily thoughts or about to lunge and eviscerate me. It’s a kind smile. Adoring.
I can’t help but lean in and kiss her cheek, my hand sneaking toward her inner thigh. “I’m glad to hear that,” I say, squeezing her flesh. “I’ve got some more ideas, you know.”
“I’m sure you do, sir.”
“Let’s stay in tonight and do more of what we did last night.”
“You mean a whole lot of nothing?”
“Now, now…” My tongue plays with her ear, sending shivers, shudders, and trembles through her muscles. “Let’s start with dinner. Know how to cook anything good?”
“Oh, so now I’m cooking for you?”
“Nothing complicated. Unless you want to, of course.” I don’t peg her as a chef, but I could be wrong.
Katie brushes her lips against mine, and now it’s my turn to shudder from this irate feeling called love. “I find myself wanting to do a lot of strange shit with you, Ian. I mean… sir.”
I tuck an errant golden hair behind her ear, my lips playing with the tip there. “And I find myself unable to keep my hands off you, my love.”
Her hand finds my leg. “Same here.”
We have work to do, but I don’t want to. I want to pull my lovely into my lap and have my way with her, nibbling her collar and feeling every intimate part of her body. I think I’ll forego the BDSM games tonight, other than treating her as a sub. All I want to do is make love to Kathryn. Slow, sensual love that ends with me whispering how much I love her.
Why fucking wait?
“I love you, Katie.” My words are so quiet, and yet I don’t doubt that she heard me.
Her head rests against my shoulder. I can’t think about missing money. All I can think about is this beautiful woman and how much I want to make this work.
I’m delusional, aren’t I?
Chapter 9
KATHRYN
How can men be so predictable and yet keep surprising me?
I predicted that Ian would want to fuck me at work at some point. What I did not predict was a blowjob and a further quickie in a closet in between a meeting and heading down to The Grand to see the latest renovations.
The man is nuts. And it turns me on.
“Good girl,” he growls into my ear, bending me over a tiny table and lifting my skirt. “Nice and wet.”
If he says so! This has gone by so quickly that I haven’t had time to stop and think, Gee, am I wet yet? Guess we’ll find out when he shoves it in!
I mean, I’m guessing I’m wet. I feel like I’ve been perpetually wet since yesterday morning, when I had that delicious sex dream and woke up to my Dom’s cock sliding into me. Then he took me back to his place after work, where I cooked him a simple but scrumptious dinner using whatever I found around his house. Usually I’m a mediocre cook, but that spaghetti came out fine.
Then Ian drew us a bath, where he kissed me all over and I washed every inch of his body.
Then he took me to bed. And took me.
Today I did not wake up to him knocking on my doors. Instead, I woke up to him still sleeping, arm flung over me and mumbling something about taxes and investments. It was adorable.
Now we’re here, in this closet. When our meeting finished, I knew something was up when Ian took me by the wrist and guided me down an empty hall.
I love it when he drags me somewhere for a quickie. Do you know how hot it is when your man wants you so badly that he’ll corner you in the office, whisper in your ear, grab your ass, and then haul you in your heels down for whatever the fuck he wants?
Yeah, me neither until a few weeks ago. Not until that presentation in front of the council when Mr. Ian Mathers took me to a room and fucked my brains out.
Today he’s all about his pleasure. Makes sense, considering the long scene we’ve been having for a day and a half. I’ve been pleasantly surprised at how reasonable he’s been as a lifestyle Dom. I knew this shoe was going to drop, though, and now here we are, me taking my mouth off his hard dick and getting bent over so he can fuck me.
This isn’t the lovemaking from last night. This is full-on something else.
I gasp into a dingy corner of the maintenance closet as Ian spanks me. Not hard, but enough to make me quiver and know what he’s going to do to me.
“They have words for the kind of woman who does this sort of thing.”
Don’t I know it.
Ian’s cock is about one inch away from my opening. The anticipation kills me, and I lose myself all over my thighs. I would’ve been embarrassed a few weeks ago. Now? I love how it riles Ian up and makes him growl one of the foulest words a man can utter to a woman.
I’m debased, and I love it. Fuck me up, man.
He slaps his hand over my mouth as he thrusts into me. Good thing, and even better timing. It catches me so much by surprise that I cry out loud enough to alert someone in the halls.
We’re being kinky, but we don’t want to be caught. I don’t even think we’re getting off on the prospect of being caught. We’re lost in our own world of sudden sex and debauchery. It’s for us. It’s private. It’s something that could get us in big trouble if we were caught.
I can safely say, though, that I don’t give a shit about what could get us in trouble once Ian is inside me, fucking me with the intent of getting us both off as quickly as possible.
We’re due for lunch somewhere, after all.
“You like it like this?” His words sink in along with his cock, and here I am, trying to decide which I want to pay more attention to. “You like it when I fuck you like this on a whim?”
“Yes, sir.” I can barely speak with my mouth pressed against the wall. Shit, I can barely speak with this man fucking me like my sole purpose in life is to be fucked. “Thank you, sir.”
He likes it when I thank him. Not that he’s ever said it, but I can tell from the way he reacts every time I say those words.
“Do you want to come, darling?” Ian’s other hand moves from my breasts to my slit. His finger carefully strokes my clit, and my knees buckle. The only re
ason I don’t fall down is because he’s got me impaled. “Do you want me to come with you?”
My knuckles turn white as I clench this table. “Yes, sir!”
He pulls my hair, worn down today. “Then take my cock until you can’t anymore.”
Those aren’t the last words he says to me. I’m almost embarrassed to share what else he says, because Ian is fully in “debase my sub” mode, and as much as I love it, it’s the kind of loving it that I want to keep completely to myself. If you knew what he’s started calling me these past two days, I would die. Die.
I feel like I’m dying anyway, because my body is completely accepting of Ian’s cock stroking my G-spot and his fingers rubbing my clit.
I’m not going to last ten more seconds. Orgasm has already started to spread through me, and if I were under orders to not come, I would disobey them without meaning to. I’m past my rebellious phase of being Ian Mathers’s sub. I want to please him. I want to be pleased by him. Go ahead, Ian. Fuck me until I can’t walk out of this closet without your help.
Boom. I’m done.
“Ian!” My voice is completely muffled by his hand, but the intent is still there. Everything in my pelvis strives to keep him inside me. No more thrusting. No more games. Come inside me now or suffer the consequences!
I may be a sub, but my body has other ideas, you know.
“Fuck you feel so good.” I know that grunt. As shivers wrack my body, I try to relax my core in preparation of Ian’s orgasm. “Take me, baby.”
I do.
Moans of pure ecstasy spill into his hand. I don’t see the wall in front of me anymore because there’s that hot white light before my eyes. It’s not just my climax. It’s his too, releasing inside of me, touching me in my innermost places and marking me as his for who knows… maybe the twentieth time since we started this debacle.
