by Desiree Holt
“Good?”
She resisted the urge to lie, to tell him she’d had better—a momentary resurgence of her dominant side that quickly disappeared as she tried to reach for him, found her hands still tethered.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He stretched out beside her, naked and aroused, but not touching her. Even with two orgasms behind her, Nina shifted to try to draw him closer, craving his skin against hers.
Jon gave a soft groan as she twisted her body parallel to his, managed to hook one of her legs around his waist. He didn’t move closer, but instead kissed her until her head spun.
“Why are you holding back?”
He swallowed hard. “Because, my slut, if you safeword now it will kill me.”
Chapter Six
Safeword? The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. He actually thought she would reject him, after everything that had just happened?
Nina could feel the certainty of her response resonating through her. His hard cock grazed her stomach, and she moaned softly. Now that she understood why he’d had her on her hands and knees, her earlier safeword seemed ridiculous. She wanted to make up for it. “I want to go down on you, Sir.”
Surprise sparked through his expression—obviously he hadn’t been expecting that. “Is that so?”
She smiled, keeping her words formal, honouring his control over her. “Please untie me and allow me to suck your cock, Sir.”
He growled and sat up, reaching for the clip that tethered her arms above her head. After a couple of seconds she was free to lower them, and she did so slowly, surprised at how odd it felt to be untied. After she’d taken a few seconds to acclimatise to the feeling, she slid from the bed to kneel beside it, knowing they’d both get off on the submissive position.
Jon hesitated a moment, then shifted over to the edge of the bed so she was kneeling between his thighs. “Show me how you can please me, my beautiful slut.”
Nina didn’t hesitate. She licked up the underside of his hardened shaft, from base to tip, then took him deep into her mouth, sucking and nuzzling the hot flesh with her tongue.
Hearing Jon’s groan sent another surge of pleasure to her cunt, and she briefly thought of standing up, straddling him and guiding his cock into her pussy. God, would she ever be satisfied? She moaned around his dick, which jumped in her mouth in response to the resulting vibration. He fisted his hands in her hair as he thrust further past her lips. Nina took the hint and lowered her head, taking more of his thick cock until the head brushed the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” Jon murmured softly, and she smiled inwardly, hummed a little, enjoyed his every reaction as she stroked her tongue against his hardness. She used one hand to tease his balls, the other to prevent him from thrusting too hard up into her mouth. He groaned when she rose up to flit her tongue against the sensitive spot right under the head of his cock, and almost lost it when she lingered there, using her hand to firmly stroke most of his length while she concentrated on that one hotspot.
“Get up here, slut.” He pulled her up by her hair, the pain making her cry out while another wave of heat swept through her cunt. “You have any idea how out of control you make me, you filthy girl?”
“No, Sir,” Nina whispered, her heart leaping when he pulled her close, guided her so she was straddling his lap, his cock between them.
He tugged her forward by the D-ring on her collar, kissed her with a sensuality that made her moan into his mouth. Jon reached around to the back of her neck, squeezed it as he devoured her lips.
“You have more of an effect on me than anyone should,” he told her between kisses. “You make me crazy, Nina.”
The use of her real name sent fresh desire fizzing through her blood. She tilted back her head with a gasp, reaching down to firmly massage his impressive cock as he trailed his lips over her throat.
“Please tell me you have a condom somewhere around here,” she whispered.
Jon drew back, his gaze hazy with lust. “Nightstand drawer, my slut. Go.” He punctuated the order with a sharp slap on her already tender buttock, and Nina gasped as she left his lap and pulled open the drawer. The box of condoms was new, and she cursed her clumsy fingers as she tried to open the packaging. After what seemed like an eternity, she grabbed a foil packet from inside and returned to her friend’s arms.
“Put it on. Now.”
Nina ripped open the packet and nuzzled his neck as she rolled the ribbed condom down his hard, thick shaft. Jon lightly stroked up and down her spine, sending tingles through her.
“Permission to fuck your brains out, Sir?”
He dug his fingers into her buttocks with a growl, manoeuvring her up off his lap so the tip of his cock nudged her slick entrance.
“Do it, beautiful. Right now.”
Without any further hesitation, she reached down and guided him inside her, moaning along with him as his cock stretched her, filled her. “Oh, fuck…”
Jon gripped her hips and eased her down as he bucked up all the way into her.
He pulled her tight against his body, driving deeper, and she began to take him, letting instinct guide her flowing movements. He sought her lips again, his kiss forceful and filled with frustrated need, and she nipped his lower lip briefly, gratified when it curved in the beginnings of a smile.
“Is it—?” Her words turned into a sharp gasp when he worked his fingers between their rocking bodies, circling her clit with infuriating laziness.
Appearing subtly pleased with her reaction, he trailed off the touch, raising an eyebrow at her whimper of protest. “You say something, slut?”
“No, Sir.” Knowing the man as she did—and what his response to her actions would do to her—Nina put her own fingers into play where he’d left off, giving a soft moan that was only half for effect.
His eyes widening, Jon growled her name in a way that brought an instant surge of gratification to her cunt, pressing his palms against her lower back as he leaned in to taste one of her nipples again. When his licks became a powerful, rhythmic sucking sensation, she cried out loudly, taking his steel-hard cock as fast as she could, trying to tip herself over the edge. Her orgasm stayed just out of reach, though, and her thighs began to burn with the effort of riding him. “Sir, I can’t—”
Releasing her nipple, he rolled her onto her back, still sheathed inside her, dragging her farther up the mattress in preparation to give her the pounding of her life. Nina gasped as he took over, driving inside her hard and deep, and braced her feet against the bed to meet his thrusts with hers.
“Touch yourself. Do whatever it takes, just make yourself come, my slut.”
She slid her fingers between their interlocked bodies, rubbed her clit hard and fast. The decadent thrill of each of his thrusts became almost too intense to bear. She struggled for breath, writhing beneath Jon, digging the fingers of her free hand into one of his muscled buttocks to encourage him.
“More, Sir, please…”
She hadn’t actually thought it was possible for him to increase the pace of his thrusts, but he took her harder and faster, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. The delicious, agonising ecstasy built to a devastating climax. She almost sobbed her relief, collapsing back against the mattress as her world narrowed to nothing but the storm of pleasure raging through her.
Jon drew his arms tight around her as he thrust a final few times, taking his own release with his face buried in her neck. As his body shuddered in her arms, Nina held him close, still quivering with aftershocks, enjoying the solid weight of him pinning her down.
After a few moments he eased free of her, withdrawing from her embrace only for long enough to dispose of the condom. She felt his absence more keenly than she would have expected and, as he returned to the bed and wrapped his arms around her, she clung to him as if she needed his skin against hers to survive.
Jon stroked her hair, indulging her sudden neediness. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
She smiled, turnin
g her face to his for a lingering, affectionate kiss. “You were right,” she murmured when they broke off. “I’ve never flown that high before. I never thought I’d react that way.”
He squeezed the back of her neck briefly, rubbing his fingers against the leather of her collar. “You did well to stand as much as you did this first time. I’m proud of you, my slut.”
Heat flushed Nina’s face. “Thank you, Sir.” When he raised himself up on an elbow, wistfulness seized her. “Could we just lie here? Just for a little while?”
Jon rolled away from her, reached over the end of the bed as if he were looking for something. When he returned to her side he was dragging a comforter up from under the bed, and she took one edge, helping him spread it over both of them and then snuggling back into his arms.
“We can lie here for as long as you want. But first, give me your wrists.”
She offered one hesitantly, and realisation dawned when he unbuckled the wrist cuff and pulled it free, then did the same to the other.
It was more comfortable without them, but when he looked at the collar around her throat she was seized with an irrational urge to keep it on. He must have seen her misgivings in her face, because he smiled and pulled her closer without mentioning it.
“Think you might wanna do this again sometime?”
Nina thought about it. “I definitely feel relaxed…”
“Wanna go downstairs and check your email?” he teased, pressing a kiss against her forehead.
Even the thought of sitting up seemed too much to bear. “No.”
“Mission accomplished.”
“Yeah, until Monday,” Nina muttered, frowning a little, remembering the outside world and ugly reality for the first time in over an hour. Maybe two. What time was it, anyway? Did she care?
Jon sighed. “Are you still wearing my collar, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded automatically.
“Then do as I say. Stop thinking about Monday and start telling me your favourite part of our session together.”
Her favourite part? Nina almost laughed. Choosing just one would be difficult. From the moment he’d ordered her to sit down, that breathless moment she’d realised he wanted her almost as badly as she wanted him, the entire experience had been her favourite part.
If you safeword now it will kill me.
The way he’d heroically held back, willing to forgo his own pleasure if it would make her more comfortable with her submission, had been sexy as hell. Tenderness filled her, and she gazed at him, taking in every tiny detail of his face from this close, from the slight stubble on his jaw to the green and brown flecks in the irises of his hazel eyes.
“Not safewording, Sir.”
Comprehension dawned in his expression, and he kissed her again, then again. Languid, clinging kisses that soothed her soul and made her more relaxed and deliriously happy than she had been in years.
When he broke off, he gave her a smile that was halfway between loving and wicked. “So, didn’t you say you wanted to confirm or deny this slut issue face to face?”
Nina raised an eyebrow. “I’m not a slut…but I’m fine with being your slut. Sir.”
Jon tugged on her collar gently. “Good to know. And, for your information, I’m impressed with your slutty conduct so far. When you started rubbing yourself against that ruler I had a hard time not pinning you down and fucking you senseless right there.”
Remembering it turned Nina on all over again. “Mmm… I would have been fine with that. I was dying for you to rip off my underwear and take me from behind.”
“Is that so?”
Jon slipped a hand between her legs, stroking the overly sensitive skin there. Nina arched into his touch, her pulse skipping, but he trailed off after a second or so. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved—there was no way she’d have the stamina for another round right then, not after three orgasms and her first experience with pain play—or disappointed.
“Remind me you said that later, my slut. For now, I want you to sleep for a while.”
She could have slept for a week. “Will you stay, Sir?”
“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
Chapter Seven
Monday morning’s traffic didn’t bother Nina as much as it usually did. After her unbelievable weekend with Jon—which had started on Friday night and stretched all the way into Sunday evening—she was feeling relaxed. Calm. Surer of herself than she had in years.
Submitting to Jon had, almost paradoxically, strengthened her belief in her ability to cope, her own self-worth and her value to the company she worked for. She breezed into the office and took a seat at her desk, shooting a sunny smile at Brian, who would be departing on his sojourn to the Bahamas at the end of tomorrow, on her way past.
She picked up her phone and dialled. “Hi, Lisa. Could you let me know when Jeremy gets in? I’ll need to speak to him this morning.”
Her boss’ personal assistant assured Nina she would, and Nina set down the phone, logged into her email and began the day’s work in an almost Zen state. The unnerved glances Brian kept shooting her way only improved her mood and, by the time Lisa called back to let her know Jeremy had just arrived at his office, Nina was smiling at her spreadsheets.
Jeremy was in his fifties and one of the good ol’ boys. Nina couldn’t stand him, but, apart from weekly meetings, the time they had to spend together was mercifully minimal.
She clacked into his office in a pair of her highest heels, smiling brightly, and sat down in the chair opposite his desk without waiting to be invited. “Good morning, Jeremy. I wonder if I might have a moment of your time.”
Her pleasantness seemed to have the same effect on him as it had had on Brian. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, giving her a watery smile. “Good morning, Nina. What’s on your mind?”
“I understand you’ve authorised a month-long period of annual leave for Brian Brent. I’d like to ascertain the measures you’ve put in place to ensure the department’s productivity doesn’t suffer while we’re short-staffed in his absence. As you’re no doubt aware, we already have one member of staff out on maternity leave, and the rest of the team have had to absorb her duties, since you haven’t allowed me to hire a temporary member of staff to replace her.”
Jeremy blinked at her. “Measures?”
Nina gave him her most wide-eyed, trusting expression. “Of course. I assume we can pull someone from one of the other departments to take on Brian’s work, or perhaps you’ve reconsidered the temp issue?”
“I’m afraid we just don’t have the budget to hire a temp, and the other departments are just as overworked as yours, Nina,” Jeremy muttered, focusing all his attention on his computer screen rather than on her. She’d suspected he’d granted Brian’s leave without thinking about anything except doing his friend a favour, and it seemed as if she’d been right.
Bastard.
Keeping the oh-so-pleasant smile firmly on her face, Nina rose. “I see. Well, then, I see I have no option but to hand in my notice, effective immediately. The department is struggling as it is, and I have no intention of sticking around to watch Deborah go off on sick leave because of stress, and the remaining members of staff give up on their workloads entirely because team morale has fallen so low. I hope you manage to find someone to step into my shoes before Wednesday morning, when Brian jets off to the Bahamas.”
She turned and made for the door, her heart hammering at the risk she was taking. If Jeremy didn’t come to his senses now, she’d be out of a job. Not that it’d be worth sticking around if he decided not to hire in someone to replace her two absent team members, but at least she was guaranteed a monthly paycheque if she stayed here.
Just as she pushed down on the door handle, Jeremy cleared his throat again. “Let’s not be hasty, Nina. How about you go back to your desk for now, and I’ll have a chat with the board of directors and see what we can come up with?”
Ha! Take that, sucker…
She headed back to her desk and pulled her cell phone from her bag, smiling when she saw the text from Jon.
Hey, my beautiful slut. How’s the plan progressing?
Nina keyed in a quick reply.
I think it worked. Waiting for confirmation now. Couldn’t have done it without your support—thank you, Sir.
After only a few seconds, Jon responded.
Good news. Proud of you. How about the instructions I gave you last night?
Nina glanced around casually, palmed her phone and made for the door. The cooler air outside the office felt like a lover’s caress against the bare skin beneath her knee-length skirt, and she sighed, leaning against the wall and texting Jon back.
I’m not wearing any panties, Sir.
It took almost no time for the response to fire back.
I’ll need to confirm this face to face later, slut. Do you understand?
He was never going to let her forget those words, was he? Grinning down at the phone, she typed,
I understand, Sir. But I’d prefer it if your face was where my panties should be. You know, just so you can check I’m telling the truth.
This time, the pause was a couple of minutes long, and Nina was about to return to work when her phone buzzed again.
When is your lunch hour, slut of mine?
She bit back a tiny moan, envisioning his intense expression, his hand squeezing the back of her neck.
13:00, Sir.
Be waiting outside your building at exactly that time. Do you understand?
Squeezing her thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden dampness of her cunt, Nina responded,
Yes, Sir.
Good. Now, get some work done.
Nina did.
