He couldn’t get over how protective she was of Andy. He wasn’t much for kids, but Andy was a lucky baby. Siobhan could have kept her business and allowed his grandparents to take him. That would have been a much easier course of action for her. Yet she’d given up her livelihood to keep him. He still had images running through his head of her pregnant with his child. She’d be a wonderful mother.
Maybe he really could have it all. In Siobhan, he saw a gorgeous, astute woman he’d be proud to escort to business functions. Could she also be that perfect sub? He wasn’t sure either of them knew the answer to that question. Reading dirty books didn’t automatically make a woman submissive, nor did it mean she was interested in trying all the things that were in those stories.
Shit. He would kill to see her in rope. She was fit and healthy, and he knew his collection of boiled hemp would love her generous flesh. The ligature marks would be astonishingly beautiful on her fair skin.
Yet he couldn’t help remembering her words. She’d told him not to cheat, and not to lie. The first was easy. He’d had no interest in any other woman since the moment she’d knocked on his car window. The second…
Yeah, he was lying to her even now. He should have told her about Nakamura, but it was too late. He would just have to make her fall in love with him. Love conquers all, right? She’d forgive him for that tiny little omission, and they could have a good marriage. At the end of their three years, he’d let her go, and they’d both be happy.
Except the thought of a time limit on their relationship made him growl as he pulled into his garage. He climbed out of the Mustang and slammed the door harder than he should have. Three years was good. He was sure they’d be tired of each other long before then.
Stomping into his kitchen, he opened the fridge for a snack and scowled when all he found was beer and a few packages of deli meat and cheese. He grabbed a few slices of bread and made himself a sandwich, eating it standing at the counter. He’d have to up his game if he expected Siobhan to live here. There would have to be fruits and vegetables, and other healthy… stuff instead of alcohol and carryout.
And safety gates on the stairs. He’d have to get rid of the glass tables and babyproof. A boy needed a dog, so there would be hair and shit all over his house. Opening a beer, he took several deep swallows. His neighbor down the road had a litter of St. Bernard puppies. If Andy was going to have a dog, it was going to be a goddamned dog.
Carrying his beer, he went upstairs to get ready for bed. After cleaning up and tossing his dirty clothes in the direction of the hamper, he fell into bed. The light on his phone blinked and he swiped at it to reveal several messages for Master Mike. He considered blocking all the numbers, but sent messages to all his contacts to let them know he was no longer in the market for a sub.
When return messages poured in, he decided blocking was a good idea. The only woman he was interested in was across town, snuggled in her own bed next to a baby monitor. His finger hovered over her number. Knowing he should leave her alone, he touched the icon to connect the call.
“Hello?”
The sound of her sultry, sleepy voice made him hard as a fucking steel pipe. He could picture her in that cutoff T-shirt with that sexy belly bared over those tight yoga pants. With that image in mind, he lay back against his pillow and said, “Siobhan, I wanted to wish you a good night.”
“I’m in bed, Jackson.”
He could hear the wry humor in her words. “I know. That’s where you belong right now.” He paused, wondering what he was doing. Not once in his life had he ever engaged in phone sex, but he wanted to hear her voice, and desperately wanted to know if she’d obeyed his order. “Are you doing what I asked you to do?”
Though she was silent, he could hear her soft breathing. She made a noise that might have been a groan, and said, “Yes, you bastard.”
He smiled. While he would have wished her a good night and ended the call if she’d said no, he was inordinately pleased with her answer. He loosened the drawstring of his sleep pants and stroked his thickening cock. “You have the foulest little mouth, baby girl. Tell me about your toy.”
“It’s a purple rabbit vibe.”
“Good choice. What are you doing with it?”
“It’s…” She went silent, but he heard the quiet movement of her body against the sheets and wished he was with her.
“Are you putting it somewhere naughty?” He held the phone in the crook of his neck as he slid his sleep pants down and kicked them away. His cock stiffened as he waited for her answer, and he stroked himself, his hand tightening around the thick meat. He held back a groan as precum dribbled from the head of his dick, slicking his hand as he stroked his shaft.
“I was just about to when you interrupted me.”
“Don’t. I want you to tease yourself with your fingers first. What are you wearing?”
“Just panties and a tank top.” Her breath came faster into the phone.
“Do you think you should take off those panties for me?” He could order her, but it was more fun to lead her slowly into temptation. Orders could come later.
“All right.”
Jackson heard her body shift as she obeyed him. He’d instinctively wanted to chide her for not calling him sir, but it was too soon for that. Besides, he wanted to see that sexy mouth of hers form the word the first time she said it. Maybe just before she took his cock between those lush lips. The mental image made him bite back a groan as precum flowed to soak his hand.
Though he’d never seen the point of phone sex, if he wasn’t very careful, he was going to shoot off like a fucking teenager. Just in case, he grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand. If he’d had any idea there was a woman in Briartown who could make him so damned hard with the sound of her voice, he’d have shoved her finger into his wedding ring months ago.
“Are those panties gone, baby?”
“Yes… Sir.”
Holy fuck, she’d done it. His cock jerked in his hand and he let go, too afraid he would come from those two tiny words. Two syllables from her pretty mouth and he was a fucking goner. And she’d done it unprompted.
He cleared his throat, unable to speak past the lump choking him. “Good girl, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Tell me, is your pretty pussy groomed for me?”
“I used to wax, but I haven’t since I moved here.”
“Good girl. I’d love it if you could start again, but we’ll worry about that later. I want you to stroke your pussy lips, but stay away from your clit, understand?”
She hissed out a breath and whimpered softly. “Yes, Sir.”
Jesus, every time she said that… He stood and paced around his bedroom, too aroused to sit still. “Actually, set the phone down and put it on speaker. I want you to have both hands free.”
He heard a click and she said, “You’re on speaker now.”
“Good girl. I want you to put two fingers in your mouth and get them nice and wet. Then I want you to play with your nipples. Imagine it’s me sucking them.”
He heard nothing for a few interminable seconds. To his delight a low whimper came through his phone. He wished he had video, or better, he wished he was there to watch. He would have to be patient, though. Siobhan wasn’t going to jump into his bed after one night of phone sex.
“Do you like that, little one? Does it feel good to imagine me sucking on those pretty nipples as I stroke your wet pussy?”
Siobhan whined, the soft breathy sound going straight to his cock. When she didn’t answer, he said, “Answer me.”
He heard her breath catch and she coughed. “Yes, Sir. It feels good.”
“Good girl. I want you to keep playing with your nipples.” Lowering his voice, he added, “I want you to pinch them hard enough to make them sore, then imagine that I’ve put nipple clamps on them.”
Chapter Five
“Yes, Sir.” Was that whispery, needy voice really hers? She couldn’t believe she’d called him that. What was wrong with her? B
ut the word just slipped out, and when he groaned, she couldn’t take it back. Though he tried to hide it with a cough, she heard that aroused growl.
“Lift your shirt up, or better yet, take it off. I want to hear the noise you make when you pinch those sweet nipples for me. Make it hurt.”
She tugged the cotton tank over her head and tossed it on the floor with her panties. Leaning back against the headboard, she kept one hand on her pussy, swirling her fingertips around her clit as she’d been told. With the other, she pinched and tugged at her sensitive nipples, wishing she had something that might do the same thing as a nipple clamp. There were binder clips in her office, but ouch!
Using her fingernails, she pinched hard and let out a soft whimper of pain mixed with pleasure. The pain shot right to her clit, and she cried out as her fingers brushed across the sensitive bundle of nerves. Jesus, between Jackson’s throaty voice dominating her and her months’ long dry spell, she was already on the verge of coming, even though the vibrator was nowhere near her pussy.
“That’s right, baby. You’re such a good girl for me,” Jackson crooned. “Now, get that toy, but don’t turn it on. I want you to suck it. Pretend you’re sucking me, and lean close to the phone so I can hear it.”
Siobhan’s eyes nearly crossed at the filthy image he’d painted for her. She slid down and rolled over on her side, facing the phone, and put the tip into her mouth. Though the vibe was anatomical, she wanted Jackson’s hot flesh in her mouth instead of the rigid plastic tasting faintly of cleanser.
Moving the purple toy in and out of her mouth, Siobhan imagined herself on her knees in front of him as he stood over her with his hands buried in her hair. Her hands would be behind her back as he languorously fucked her face. Maybe he would make her choke on it, and she pushed the toy deeper to see what it felt like. She held it lodged in her throat until black spots swam before her eyes and she needed to breathe.
When she gasped for air, Jackson said, “Fuck, baby, I wish I was there to watch you.”
Her hands drifted toward the phone. For a scant second, she considered turning on the camera. That would be a monumentally stupid idea, and she wasn’t so far gone to do something so idiotic.
“Put the vibe in your pussy. Slowly, though, and don’t turn it on yet. When I fuck you, I’m going to go so damned slow, you’re going to beg me for it.”
“Yes, Sir.” She eased the wet toy into her pussy. She hadn’t needed any lubrication at all, though. Arousal trickled down between her ass cheeks, a tickling sensation that made her shiver as the toy bottomed out inside her. Trying to catch her breath, she said, “It’s all the way in.”
“Good girl. Now, fuck yourself with it. While you’re doing that, I want you to tell me about it. Tell me how hard you’re thrusting. Do you rub your G-spot?”
She bit her lip, stifling a groan. “Yeah, I do. I’m going slow right now. I don’t want this to go so fast.”
“So good,” he whispered. “Turn it on to the lowest setting and put the rabbit part over your clit. Hold it there and move your hips to fuck yourself on it.”
“Sir, I’m going to --”
“Not without permission. If you come without asking, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Unfortunately, she was almost to the point of no return. The thought of going over his knee made her pussy spasm and she turned her face into the pillow before she woke Andy with her cries.
“That’s my girl. I am curious about something. Has anyone ever fucked that gorgeous ass? Keep fucking yourself when you answer.”
“No, Sir.” Though she’d thought of it often, she’d never had a partner she’d been interested in doing that with. Could she trust Jackson enough to let him?
“Toys?”
“No toys, either.”
Jackson groaned and she heard his footsteps through the phone. “You’re killing me, baby. If it’s not a hard limit, I’m going to be the first one in that beautiful backside, and I’m going to make sure you like it.”
“Okay, maybe. It’s not a hard limit, but --”
“It’s a little scary. We’ll take it slow, I promise. And not until you’re ready.”
She heaved out a sigh of relief at his understanding. “Thank you.”
“Back to business. Turn up the vibe. I want you to get to the very edge and ask me for permission before you come.”
She obeyed and held a hand over her mouth to keep the whimpers inside. Between Jackson’s dirty talk and how long it had been since she’d taken care of matters, she was surprised when she didn’t go off like a bottle rocket. Moving her hips slowly, she impaled herself on the toy, rubbing her clit against the vibrating ears as she eased closer and closer to the breaking point.
“I’m stroking my cock, just thinking of fucking you, Siobhan. I am so fucking hard for you right now, my balls ache. I’m going to fuck you in every room of my house. I’m going to spread you out on the dining room table and eat your pussy until you come all over my face. I want to bend you over the back of the couch and take you from behind. In the shower, I’m going to make you wrap your legs around my hips as I press you against the tile --”
“Sir! I need to come!”
“Beg me for it,” he growled. “Beg me to let you come.”
“Please, Sir! Please, let me come! I need you so bad!”
“Come for me. Let me hear you come.”
With a sharp scream, Siobhan exploded. Her pussy clenched on the toy hard enough to hurt and a gush of warm fluid bathed her hand. She spasmed and inadvertently pressed the rabbit ears to her sensitive clit, setting off aftershocks that made her shudder helplessly. She whimpered as she tried to catch her breath.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, baby. Thank you for sharing your pleasure with me.”
Closing her eyes, she sighed in repletion. “I should be thanking you. I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.”
“It’s not really my business, but how long has it been since your last relationship?”
Laughing softly, she said, “It’s no secret. My last relationship ended a few months before I moved to Briartown, and I’ve been here six months, so not quite a year, I guess.”
“That’s a long time.”
“Tell me about it.” Trying to hide the sound from Jackson, she yawned and sank into the pillows. That orgasm had knocked her for a loop, and all she wanted to do was sleep.
“Was that a yawn I heard?” he asked. “Is my girl tired?”
“Jackson --”
“Go to sleep,” he interrupted. “I’ll pick you up at nine for breakfast.”
“Yes, Sir. Good night.”
“Sleep well, baby.”
The call ended, leaving her muzzy with exhaustion and very confused. She was a grown woman. Calling some man Sir was so out of character for her, but it felt so damned good. Her eyes drifted shut and, ignoring the toy next to her pillow, she fell asleep as he ordered.
* * *
Jackson’s cock was still hard, even though he’d blown his wad standing over the tub as Siobhan came for him. Ignoring his erection, he tossed back the last of his warm beer and threw the bottle in the wastebasket. He would have to get a handle on his uncharacteristic reaction to her. Once he had her in his bed, his obsession would ease off. He was sure of it. They’d have a little fun before drifting apart, and in three years they could both get back to their lives.
Despite his pep talk to himself, he lay awake for a long time thinking about how she’d called him Sir. A man could get used to that, but he couldn’t let himself do it. McKenna Logistics needed him more than he needed a full time submissive.
Yet hearing Siobhan say it made something swell and ache in his chest, and in his balls. The thought of giving her up did strange things to his belly. Maybe he was wrong. Wouldn’t it be perfect if they could make a life for themselves as a couple? She was easily as driven to succeed as he was. Andy was a cute little dude, good-natured, and
happy. Jackson could table military school for now. Maybe they could have more than just a marriage of convenience. And really, he couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else. Why cut her loose when he’d just have to find another wife later in the game?
With that thought in mind, he finally drifted off, yet the alarm woke him much too early. Groaning, he got out of bed and hit the shower before scraping the overgrown stubble from his face. It was probably too late to call Nakamura, but he was pretty sure his mother had already spread the news to both him and the board of directors. There was no way she’d let an opportunity like that pass her by.
It was too early for the rest of his crew, but the silence of the empty office was perfect for his needs. It would give him a chance to catch up on the work he’d ignored yesterday. He was unsurprised to find several congratulatory emails from board members, and old man Nakamura himself.
Wasn’t it wonderful that Jackson married Ms. O’Malley? Haruto was so happy to hear his company would be in the hands of a stable family man. Jackson rubbed his face and tapped out a reply. Of course, Haruto and his wife could visit. Siobhan would be thrilled to see them.
There was only one problem with that. He’d never told Siobhan why he needed to marry in the first place. And he couldn’t now. After their interlude last night, she would expect a romantic marriage, not one based on business. She wanted hearts and flowers. And hadn’t she told him that at the beginning? Of course, that was just before he’d blackmailed her.
Shit, he was a pig. But maybe things could still work out. All he had to do was keep Siobhan from finding out about the deal with Nakamura and everything would be fine. She’d find out eventually, of course, considering a good portion of her new job duties would be with the Japanese company. He’d just have to spin it to make it look like the offer had come through after their wedding.
He tried to push thoughts of Siobhan and the upcoming acquisition of Nakamura out of his mind and got back to work. By eight, his employees were trickling in. He had time for a meeting with Matt and Jane from HR before he had to leave to pick Siobhan and Andy up for breakfast.
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