“Every part of you is as beautiful as the next.”
With unbearably slow movements, he stroked my outer folds, spreading my arousal from top to bottom.
He tilted his head, and said, “What first? My finger, my tongue, or my cock?”
The options he’d suggested flitted through my mind. I wanted all of them. All of him. My pussy clenched in response and moisture trickled between my legs.
“My mouth first, I think,” he said.
He wrapped his strong arms around my upper thighs and placed a series of chaste kisses down my stomach and mound. When the tip of his tongue tapped against my clit, I almost lost it.
“Wyatt, please,” I begged.
He removed his tongue, and his annoyed eyes met mine. “How do you address me?”
“Master,” I all but sobbed. “Please, Master.”
He dipped his head between my thighs again and swirled his tongue around my throbbing clit in tight, teasing circles. Needing more, I cried out begging him to give me the release he’d refused last night. As much as I was able to, I thrust myself against him seeking relief.
“Are you ready?” he murmured against my slick flesh.
“God, yes.” I didn’t know what I was agreeing to, but whatever it was, I was ready.
He slid a finger inside my pussy, and I cried out at the sweet intrusion. There was a slight sting, but that soon vanished. Nothing and no one had ever breached my walls before. If his finger felt this huge, what would his cock feel like?
Over and over, he slid his finger in and out sending me to the brink but not allowing me to fall. My legs shook at the intensity of his torture, and when I didn’t think I could take much more, he introduced a second finger and clamped his mouth over my clit.
“Please, Master. Please, please, please.”
He used his tongue and his teeth to stroke and arouse me, increasing the pressure with each pass.
He plunged his fingers into my depths and sucked my clit hard. That was all I needed.
For a nano-second, time ceased to exist and the world around me dissolved. A powerful climax took hold. A tornado of heat whirled within me, and I came hard, convulsing on his pumping fingers and probing tongue, screaming out as pleasure like I’d never known assaulted my thrashing body.
The world slowly came back into focus, and dizzy and disorientated, I sank onto the mattress.
Wyatt lowered my trembling legs and then moved until he lay beside me, his massive cock pressing against my thigh.
“Wow,” I breathed. “I didn’t know an orgasm could feel like that.”
“This is only the beginning,” he said, with a satisfied smile.
My arousal coated his rosy red lips and chin. “Kiss me, Master. Let me taste myself on you.”
If my request surprised him, he didn’t show it. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me like he had all the time in the world. The taste of me on his lips was tangy and sweet, and more erotic than I could ever have imagined.
He broke away, and asked, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Hell, yes, Master.”
“Wait right here,” he said, and left my room.
“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” I mumbled.
When he came back a few minutes later, a condom covered his cock. His tattoos looked strong and menacing on his chest. I loved the juxtaposition of a billionaire business man with a hard, BDSM surface underneath.
Positioning himself between my legs again, he pushed my knees up towards my belly and then pushed them apart.
He glanced down and smiled. “I can see every part of your pretty pink pussy.”
Tiny, foretelling tremors rippled through me and my inner walls repeatedly clenched and released. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and ran it up and down my slit, pausing to tap the head over my still swollen and sensitive clit.
His eyes met mine, he let his guard down, so that it was plain to see how much he desired me. With our eyes locked, he guided the helmet of his cock to my entrance, and slowly, oh so slowly, slid balls deep inside of me, taking my virginity, my heart, and my breath.
His hot, hard, gorgeous cock fully filled me, and I took all of him without complaint. It hurt at first, but I was soon rewarded with warm pleasure as his cock filled me up and stretched my pussy more than I would have thought possible. He leaned down and met my lips, kissing me with a passion so fierce, I thought I would die.
“You’re so fucking tight for me,” he gritted out.
He turned his attention to my nipples and breasts— licking, sucking, biting, nipping. I slanted my hips so every thrust meant he brushed against my clit.
“Naughty, Mouse,” he growled.
Wyatt’s thrusts became punishing, pushing me higher into the stratosphere, and with every thrust, his balls slapped against my ass. Seismic trembles radiated from my core until they became an earthquake. I wailed and cried his name as a second orgasm, this one more powerful than the last, sucked me under.
My broken breaths came out of my body in panting sobs. And when he reached down and grazed his fingers over my clit, I screamed, and my walls violently clenched around his pumping cock.
“Mine,” he growled, before pummeling my pussy and giving me everything he could. He stiffened and roared when he erupted.
When the last of the aftershocks shuddered through me, and when our breathing returned to normal, he withdrew from my body and left the room.
After disposing of the condom, he came back and lay down beside me.
While releasing my restraints, he pressed small kisses all over my jellied arms.
“I didn’t think it would be like that,” I murmured, snuggling into his chest.
Using his fingertips, he drew circles up and down my back. “Think how much better it’s going to get when we understand what the other needs. From now on, there are to be no secrets between us, only truth. When you’re with me, I expect honesty at all times. Never do anything just because you think it’ll please me. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” I thought for a second and then asked, “Do I have to call you Master all the time?”
He chuckled. “Only when we’re doing a scene or when we’re in private and if you’re feeling playful.” He tapped a finger beneath my chin and lifted my face so our eyes met. “Did you like being restrained?”
“I think so. It was thrilling and a little scary.”
“Good, because restraint is one of the plays I get off on.”
“I didn’t like not being able to touch you.” To prove my point, I reached down and curled my hand around his already half-erect cock.
A satisfied smile curved his wolfish lips. “Have at it, Mouse.”
And I sure planned to. But I was so spent, I nestled up on him and fell asleep, telling myself there would be plenty of time to touch him later. Nothing could come between us now.
Right?
Chapter 16 – Wyatt Palmer
Careful not to disturb Paige, I stepped out of bed and stood there for a few seconds, watching her sleep. I was so glad I finally fucked her. She was a fast study and eager to learn and was a revelation between the sheets.
When she’d first walked into my room at the club, I would never have dreamed I’d feel like this. Cupid had taken aim at my heart and scored a fucking bullseye.
None of the other subs I’d been with over the years had made me feel this energized or excited. Or maybe I hadn’t allowed myself to feel this energized or excited.
Looking back, I had always gone for the same type of woman. Someone who didn’t challenge me. Someone I knew I could control and who wouldn’t put up a fight.
While Paige didn’t put up too much of a fight, she resisted me and teased me, and she made me laugh and smile. She also realized that even though I was her Master, she was the one who called the shots. I supposed she was exactly what I had always needed, even though I had never known I’d needed her.
I sighed and scrubbed my hands over my face. I hadn’t been in the office f
or a few days, and I had to at least show my face before the Christmas break. Tonight was the annual party where my employees brought in their families, and Santa gave out gifts. It was a yearly tradition and something everyone enjoyed.
While not usually being in holiday spirits, because my focus was always on work or Expose club, I had always liked to at least humor them. This year, however, my spirits were a lot more jolly, thanks to a special little elf mouse named Paige.
What the fuck had gotten into me?
I wondered if Paige would like to come with me. Then I shot the idea down. It was too soon, but maybe next year. I smiled. Look at me planning a year in advance. Planning on being with someone without a contract. I was a changed man, and I couldn’t say I minded.
I placed a kiss on her cheek and inhaled her ever-present vanilla perfume. I couldn’t wait to have sex with her in the shower, so I could see how she smelled so good. Good enough to eat. Which was something I planned to do many times from here on out.
***
No sooner had I reached my desk when texts from members of the club started blowing up my phone asking if I’d read the story The Reporter had posted online. After the tenth text, my hand tightened around my phone, and it felt like a noose was tightening around my neck.
No way. She wouldn’t have done that to me. No fucking way.
I pulled up the story, and my vision blurred around the edges.
Fuck. On the homepage was a screen grab of me shirtless and wearing the mask. The grainy photo had been enhanced and lightened, but there was no doubting it was me. The absurd headline read Palmer Me, Master. The byline gave credit to Alec Williams, with additional reporting by Paige Matthews.
I told myself I didn’t care who knew about the lifestyle I led or about what got me off because I had nothing to lose. That wasn’t exactly true, or I wouldn’t be so secretive about it. But still, it was the other members of the club I cared about more. The men and women who had no choice but to keep their desires on the down low for fear of retribution and ostracization. I had enough money to make any potential problem go away, but not everyone did.
Anger rapidly built inside me and I considered ripping my monitor from the table and throwing it across the floor. Paige had called in sick yesterday because she’d been with me, but she must have given Alec the video and the information the day before, and she’d kept me preoccupied by keeping my cock hard.
I slammed my fist against my desk. She’d double-crossed me just like Linda had, and once again I’d fallen for a great pair of tits and a willingness to please. For the first time in years, I’d let my guard down, and look what happened. Cutting off my dick would have hurt less.
I scanned the article. There were snippets from the interview I’d done with Paige, but most of the piece was about the club and what went on in my room. There were also the obligatory quotes from a source that revealed my deepest, darkest carnal needs.
More screen grabs showed Santa screwing Rudolph and subs chained to the bar, but thankfully faces were pixelated out, and no one else was named. Why hadn’t I deleted the video the second I discovered her phone?
I had broken my own code and had kissed her. I had trusted her. I had let her in. How fucking foolish could I be?
Paige’s name popped up on my phone, but I declined the call and then blocked her. Talking to her wasn’t something I was ready to do. I didn’t know when or if that time would ever come. And I had no idea why she was calling after she had screwed me and every other club member over to this degree.
I picked up my desk phone and put a call into The Reporter.
“Alec Williams.”
“Pull the article now.”
My temper was near breaking point, and my voice reflected my fury.
“Or what, Master. You’ll spank me for being a naughty boy? Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you screw me over.”
“You’ll hear from my legal team about this.” I ended the call and threw my phone onto the desk.
I had to give it to Paige; she was one hell of an actress. How long had her sting operation taken to plan?
Everything she’d said to me was a lie. If her pussy hadn’t been so fucking tight, I would have said she’d lied about being a virgin, too. She certainly gotten the story to kickstart her career, but she’d also made enemies she didn’t want to have.
And I had thought Vivian was a piece of work. Vivian had nothing on Paige Matthews.
Chapter 17 – Paige Matthews
Rage like I’d never experienced fired through my veins. I strode through the newsroom and planted my feet in front of Alec’s coffee cup covered desk.
“What the fuck did you do? You had no right to go snoop around my computer and search my files.”
He leaned back in his chair and clasped his fingers behind his head. A smug, unapologetic smile stretched his pale lips.
“It’s not your computer, sweetheart. It belongs to The Reporter. And anything, including on your computer, including anything on the Cloud that can be accessed by that computer, belongs to The Reporter, too. Nice video.”
I closed my eyes and gripped the back of a chair to stop myself keeling over.
“Shame the video was so grainy,” he continued, “but I heard enough to know you like being spanked. If you ever give up journalism, which I recommend, there’s a career in porn for you.”
I lunged over his desk and punched his booze-thickened nose.
He jumped up and glowered, his fingers curling into fists. “Do you want me to hit you? Is that what you want? Huh? Little sluts like you welcome pain, don’t you?”
Showing the bravado I didn’t feel, I stood tall and glared at him. “If you touch me, I’ll have you arrested for assault.”
“Back at ya, kid,” he said and pointed to his nose.
“Who’s your source?” I demanded. “You didn’t get half of that stuff from my computer or my interview.”
He sneered. “What is this— amateur hour? You think I’m going to reveal my sources?” You’re not a journalist. Deal with it.”
“I’m a better journalist than you’ll ever be. What you did was underhanded and cruel. You have no heart, and you have no shame.” My voice cracked, and I took a second to compose myself. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Awww, did you and Mr. Money Bags have a lover’s tiff? Isn’t this what you wanted? A front-page story?”
“Not like this. Pull it and print a retraction.”
He shrugged. “Even if I did pull it, it’s already out there. If you want to play in the big leagues, it’s time to put on your big girl pants. But from what I’ve seen, you don’t like wearing pants. If I’d known you were that kind of girl—”
“I’m going to talk to Henry about this right now.”
“Good luck with that; he’s somewhere over the Atlantic on his way to Europe for the holidays. I’m acting editor till he gets back.”
“What you’ve posted is trash, but that’s all hacks are good for. Why don’t you go work for The National Enquirer or TMZ?”
“Maybe next time your boyfriend will take my phone calls.”
“Is all this because you didn’t get to interview him? Seriously?”
“The pen is mightier than the sword.”
“Fuck you. I quit.”
Without stopping to clean out my desk, I marched out of the office. I didn’t even care that everyone stared as I passed.
Outside a blizzard blew, muffling my body-wrenching sobs. Why was this happening? Wyatt thought the story was my doing. He’d blocked my number, and my emails kept bouncing back.
I felt violated and exposed. I wanted to disappear. I wanted the world to swallow me up and erase my existence. There was nothing I could do to make him understand I had nothing to do with the story. I didn’t betray him. I wouldn’t. I’d promised.
He said we were to tell each other the truth, and I had.
Fuck the Cloud and fuck backing up my phone. I had done it once I’d got
ten my phone back, in case I lost it again, but now I regretted doing it.
I jumped in a cab and called Jessica, but my words came out as gulping nonsensical sobs.
“Breathe, Paige. What happened? Talk to me.”
“My life is over.”
I explained what Alec had done, and Jessica offered to jump on a plane and come home. But I said not to because there was no point in ruining both of our Christmases. After I’d cried myself out, I told her I’d see her in the New Year, and I would tell her everything that had happened in the past four days. Four days that had stunned me. More had happened to me in the past ninety-six hours than had happened to me in the past twenty-two years.
Exhaustion weighed me down, and when I got into my apartment, I climbed into bed fully clothed. I didn’t want to face life right now. I would think I was being over dramatic, but this was by far the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Worse, I couldn’t believe I had contemplated doing it to other people, just to catch my own big break.
I had decided against it, but that didn’t matter. Perhaps my karma was to have it happen to me, just because I’d thought about doing it.
I hugged the pillow. I wondered if everything would ever be okay, ever again. Wyatt’s musky cologne clung to the fabric, and I began to sob all over again.
Chapter 18 – Wyatt Palmer
My Christmas Eve pity party for one was in full swing. Everyone else in the apartment building was upstairs in the penthouse celebrating, but I’d rather stick my hard dick in a toaster and set it to high than be social tonight.
Not even the fourth glass of Macallan in my hand numbed the ache in my heart or head. The last day and a half had been a fucking nightmare. One I needed to wake up from.
The owners of the club dragged me over the coals, but they didn’t revoke my membership. They had, however, suspended me for three months.
My lawyers forced The Reporter to print an apology and a retraction. But that didn’t matter. Once something was posted online, it never died.
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