by Leigh, Mara
His finger reclaimed her clit, rubbing and pressing and stroking its rough skin against her swollen bud. Every nerve ending in her body relocated and focused on the sensations under his finger and deep in her cunt, and she came—in a violent, mind-wiping eruption of pleasure. Her mind blanked, then sparked, explosions erupting against closed eyelids, as her pussy milked him, her body contracting with such force she felt it deep in her belly, felt the power of it running up her back. Even her scalp was on fire.
She arched, lost her grip on the rails and fell back from the table. But with his chest at her back and his thighs under hers, she remained impaled on his cock.
Seemingly lost in his own ecstasy, his deep moans and shouts vibrated through her, and he drove home, slamming into her one final time before trembling behind her, under her, jerking in spasms that shook her to the core.
He eased her back to the table, and as it slowly tipped forward, his chest never broke contact with her back. His thighs remained pressed against hers, his weight warm and strong.
His cock slipped from inside her. She was trapped under him—yet she could stay like this forever.
When his panting subsided, he swept her into his arms. She clung to him, the muscles of his back flexing under her hands as he carried her back to the main room and onto the bed.
“Deana.” He stretched out beside her, cupping her face in his hand, pressing his nose against hers, inhaling deeply.
“Jake.” She felt his muscles tense. “That’s not your name, is it? What’s your real name?”
He kissed her so deeply she forgot he hadn’t responded.
Their lips, their tongues twined together—stroking and probing and sucking—and the kiss went on and on and on, the most intimate, passionate, glorious kiss of her life. It was like she’d discovered kissing. Like she’d discovered chocolate. Like she’d die if it ever ended.
He pulled her against his body, and impossibly, she felt his cock harden against her belly as his fingers slid between her legs. “Are you too sore?” he asked.
She shook her head. Sore yes, but not too sore. Never too sore for more Jake.
He reached to the side of the bed, produced another condom, and then pressed up beside her. And as they kissed, he wrapped one of her legs over his hip, and their bodies joined as he pushed inside.
Slowly, luxuriously, gloriously he moved, lying next to her, stroking her body, never breaking eye contact, and she rocked, encouraging him with her leg and rubbing her calf against his hard ass. Her hands ran over his rippling, flexing arms and back, and together, their rhythm was like a ballet, like the most sensual acts in her show—but real and true.
This was an act of intimacy, an act of love. She’d never believed sex could feel like this. Not for her.
As her hungry hands explored the bunching, stretching muscles of his shoulders—his neck, his back, his ass—her climax built slowly, developed minute by minute. No stress, no pressure, no hurry.
And when she shattered in his arms, he was right there with her, his hard body trembling and jerking against hers as they came together, less violently this time and looking into each other’s eyes.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, and she pressed her cheek into his chest, inhaling and licking the salty hot scent of him, melting into his body, into the soft sheets. She never wanted this feeling to end.
Today had been better than her wildest fantasies.
Her fantasy.
Damn.
She bolstered her defenses against the sadness threatening to invade. There was no room for that right now. Even if this had been nothing but play-acting. Even if he’d felt nothing. Even if she never saw him again, this experience had outweighed her every expectation. No regrets.
Her body spent, his hand stroking her hair, her neck, her back, she drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter Six
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Deana stretched against the soft sheets, nudging herself awake. Her skin tingled, her nipples stung, her ass burned, her pussy ached. Every part of her was bursting with sense memories of intense pleasure.
Opening her eyes, she reached for Jake, but found the space next to her cold.
She bolted up. “Jake?”
The absence of his response wasn’t needed. She knew. He was gone. The electricity, the energy had drained from the room.
Her fantasy was over. She slowly stood and headed toward the bathroom, but she paused at the window to open the curtains.
The heat of the midday sun struck her body and her face, and she’d never felt so content, so alive. She leaned on the hot glass, not caring if anyone might see her. She was damned sexy and didn’t care who knew. She let the sun penetrate her sore muscles and soothe the chafed skin of her nipples as she pressed into the glass.
Pushing off the window, she padded toward the shower. As badly as her body craved to be soothed by pulsing hot water, she almost didn’t want to cleanse the remnants of the lovemaking from her thighs, her breasts, her entire body. She didn’t want to banish his scent.
She shook her head. She was being foolish. Sentimental. Overly romantic. She’d paid for sex—great sex—but there was nothing romantic in that.
After turning on the water, she caught her smiling reflection in the mirror. No fantasy she could ever imagine would be better than last night.
Not that she couldn’t try.
For days, for months, for years to come, Jake would star in her masturbatory dreams. She’d imagine herself running into him on the street, in a café, finding herself seated next to him on a plane. She’d imagine him breaking the Fantasies Unleashed company rules to seek her out, to contact her and tell her she meant more to him than his job.
Yes, unrealistic as they might be, those dreams would fuel many satisfying nights with her fingers, her favorite vibrator, an unsatisfactory lover. And she felt sure all future lovers would prove unsatisfactory—all less than Jake.
But at least now she knew her body was capable of a powerful orgasm without her direction, without her control, without batteries. At least she’d experienced that once—no three times, four, maybe five?
And even if she couldn’t experience that kind of climax without Jake, the memory of those earth-shattering orgasms would keep her going for a very long time.
Smiling, she lifted a plush, folded towel from the shelf to hang it on the hook near the shower. A piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Curiosity drove her to retrieve and unfold it, not even considering that it might be for her.
Deana,
I’m breaking all the rules, but I would love to lose control inside you again. Maybe even let you control me.
My number’s below. Call me. Please.
Forget the please.
Consider this an order.
Yours, Rex (Jake)
Pressing the towel into her chest, Deana spun and twirled, practically freaking skipped.
His name was Rex. The king. She liked that. She should phone him right now, this instant. What time did she have to be out of this room? She had to be at work by four. Would they have time to fuck, to let go, to yield to each other again before then?
She laughed aloud, staring at the paper.
The call could wait.
She’d learned how to let go, to surrender to a man, to surrender to pleasure—to ecstasy—but didn’t meant she had to completely abandon her dignity. The call could wait. At least as long as it took her to shower.
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Sneak Peek of Humbling the Boss
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Tapping my pen against the yellow notepad on the boardroom table, I’d never been so infuriated, humiliated, or horny. My boss, Bennett Gold, President of Gold Consulting, was describing in excruciating detail every minuscule error I’d made on my last client’s account. Most examples he cited weren’t even errors per se, just things he would have done differently. Not that he described them that way. No. He listed these infractions like I was an imbecile, a rank beginner, a child.
In front of everyone.
But the most rage-inducing part was that, for the majority of the points he’d raised, I agreed.
“Bennett.” Settling my shoulders, I raised my chin. “You’re coming at all these points with the benefit of hindsight. How could I have arrived at the final strategy sooner? My team couldn’t have possibly known what the focus group would say before we held the focus group meeting.”
“Gina,” Bennett said, “As I’ve told you multiple times. If you’re unsure of anything, just ask. My door is always open.”
I gripped my pen so hard, I nearly broke it. “If you know all the answers beforehand, why do we even hold focus groups?”
His crystal blue gaze bored into mine for what felt like a frozen eternity. It was so hard not to look away. It seemed criminal for one man to have landed the genes giving him blue eyes, a full head of dark brown hair, and impossibly long lashes. He was beyond beautiful. Kind of like a taller version of that guy who played a vampire on that teen TV show. Finally, he broke our staring contest and turned to the rest of the group. “Can we move on?”
My cheeks burned that he’d called me out in front of the other five senior consultants in the boardroom. His favorite thing was to hold me up as an example of what not to do for the others. I’d worked here for nearly two years, and if I was honest, it had been the two best years of my career so far. What I’d learned from Bennett Gold in the past twenty-three months and ten days outweighed the almost daily humiliation and frustration.
Almost.
Whenever he discussed my work, he had this way of making me feel like I was a kid being scolded—more like spanked. And if I was totally honest about everything, the humiliation that rose from his criticisms was increased tenfold by the other feelings he aroused.
Sexual feelings. Degrading sexual feelings. Bennett made me feel totally exposed, like he was bending me over his knee, my ass bare, his hand stinging my flesh in front of everyone in the room. I felt like he was having me stand in front of everyone while discussing my naked body, tweaking and probing me in front of the others.
At least he’d moved on to criticizing Peter, now, but he was never as hard on the others as he was on me. With them, his critiques seemed dispassionate, impersonal. In contrast, every word he spoke to me could strip me naked, lash into my bare skin and penetrate my body and soul.
Only halfway listening to him, I reached for my water to douse the hot flames rising inside me. I knew how I felt around Bennett wasn’t entirely his fault, but admitting it didn’t make me any less frustrated.
This too shall pass, I thought. In another year, two at most, I’d be ready to head out on my own. I’d launch my own marketing consultancy and be out from under the heavy thumb of Bennett Gold and never have to see him again. Or better, I’d trample him. Win contracts against him. Reverse the humiliation game. Make him feel small.
Yes! I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.
I could picture it right now. I’d do it here in this room with its glass walls so all the junior staff and admin assistants could watch; I’d take him down a few dozen notches; I’d relish seeing him as vulnerable in front of this group as he makes me feel.
If I were his boss, I’d make him crawl naked across the table for me. I’d tease and torture him, tickling and slapping his balls and cock until he was ready to explode. Then I’d shame him if he did.
“Pants off,” I’d say, and the whole room would watch, secretly overjoyed with schadenfreude as he got his comeuppance. They’d respect me for not only my superiority in business, but also for my control over Bennett. I’d be doing what each of them had only imagined.
“But Gina,” he’d plead. “I did my best. How was I to know that the client’s mistress didn’t like kittens, and she’d force him to reject the entire campaign after we’d spent hundreds of thousands on the artwork and television spots? It’s not my fault, Gina. Most people like kittens.”
“Bennett,” I’d say, standing and leaning onto the table, “if you need help, just ask. How could you possibly order artwork without first reading the minds of everyone involved? Reading the minds of their spouses, families and lovers?”
I’d shake my head and shoot him a shaming look. “Bennett, it’s important that you learn your lesson so you won’t make the same mistake again.”
He’d keep his gaze on me, his expression contrite, as he undid his belt and fly and stepped out of his pants to reveal the thick, long bulge in his briefs to the rest of the room. I’d make him reveal his dirty secret: how much he wants me in spite of my scolding. How he worships me in spite of my derision. How my constant admonishments have made him so fucking hard.
I’d make him feel like I always do.
“Underwear?” I’d say, staring at his crotch. “Do I need to tell you everything?”
Cheeks flaming, he’d continue to watch me as he removed his red briefs—no, leopard print—his cock leaping forward to divide the tails of his white dress shirt.
“On the table.” I’d walk toward him. “Kneel. Hands up behind your head.”
Like a dutiful servant, he’d mount the table, kneeling up with his hands laced behind his head so his biceps would flex. I’d lift the back of his shirt to admire his ass, kneading the tight muscles, slapping them a few times. Then, lifting a ruler I’d smack that taut butt, making red marks on the muscled flesh, watching his cock bounce as I delivered each blow.
If he so much as whimpered or moved, I’d do it again and again until he learned to stay still, until he’d learned his lesson, then I’d balance the ruler on his cock, and leading him by his tie, I’d make him shuffle around the table to present himself to the others. Each time the ruler dropped, I’d slap his cock with it. He’d spend time in front of everyone, and I’d let them tug, or lick, or slap his hard cock and ass.
And through all this, I’d continue the meeting as if he were merely office equipment, something useful in the room, but inconsequential. I’d hold everyone’s rapt attention with my marketing genius, while tapping his cock with my pen instead of my tablet, and I’d slap or grab his dick to emphasize my most salient points.
By the end of the meeting, he’d beg me to suck him off, or to let him fuck me or even touch himself. I’d deny all requests. And if he dared defy me, the punishments would be swift, humiliating, degrading. I’d make him sorry for every time he made me feel small, for every second he made me feel completely and utterly under his control. I’d make him sorry for how fucking much he turns me on.
“You okay?”
I jumped as Alex, sitting next to me, touched my arm.
Pulled out of my revenge fantasy, I realized everyone else was standing, packing up their things and leaving the room.
I turned back toward the head of the table. Bennett was staring at me with what I swore was heat in his eyes—heat and a knowing, predatory grin as if he’d been reading my mind.
Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling like my breasts were exposed instead of being covered by my conservative blouse and suit jacket.
“Do you need me for something, Gina?” he asked.
“No.” I stood, pushing my chair back.
“Don’t be so proud,” he sai
d. “If you’re ever having difficulties, my office is open. Don’t ever hesitate to come.”
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Titles by Mara Leigh
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Dirty Business, Fantasies Unleashed 1
Bedded by Strangers, Fantasies Unleashed 2
Surrender, Fantasies Unleashed 3
Humbling the Boss, Fantasies Unleashed 4
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