Oh, that was a hard one. She bit her lip, but a little moan escaped.
One finger drew little circles on her rear, as though he traced phantom marks left by his stinging hand. “If you tell me what you thought about while you touched yourself, maybe I’ll stop.”
God help her, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to slap her until the pain alone made her climax. “We were…in a hotel. You tied me up again.”
Whack! “What else?”
“You made me…” Words came hard, with her head dangling and her breath stuck in her throat. “You made me suck you.”
He chuckled. “I can’t punish you for that.” Instead he soothed her sore bottom with long, slow strokes of his flat palm, cool against her hot flesh. One finger dipped between her pussy lips, rubbing her scratchy nylons against the sticky moisture there. A groan rumbled from his throat. “Oh, baby, you’re killing me.”
A warm glow spread through her chest. She might be the one over his knee, taking punishment, but he needed her every bit as much as she needed him.
His finger pushed into her vagina, bouncing teasingly against the stretchy pantyhose. “Look how wet you are. You love it when I take charge, don’t you?”
What could she say? Her craving for his dominance was too new and raw to put into words. She nodded.
“What a sexy ass you have.” He bent close and took a gentle bite through her nylons. “If you’d been a good girl and flashed your breast as soon as I told you to, I’d give you a rimming and fuck you in the ass right here.”
No way. Never. But the fantasy was tempting. She’d think about that later, when she relieved herself from the sexual torment he was inflicting on her.
“But you argued, so all you get is a spanking.”
Somehow she knew what to say to that. “Thank you, Jake. Thank you for spanking me.” She meant every word. Her face burned with embarrassment.
With his thumbs, he teased the cheeks of her rear apart. Was he looking at her hole? Was he going to pull her pantyhose down and lick her bottom like he’d said? Her body burned with longing. God, she wanted him to do it. Maybe she could drag him to a hotel, find a way to catch up on work later.
He pushed her legs off his lap, pulling her shoulders up until she knelt at his feet facing him. His hands cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “You’re all flushed.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Odd how tender he could be in the midst of dominating her.
She felt him fumbling at his waist and looked down. Good lord, he was unbuttoning his jeans.
“No, Jake. You have to get out of here. Someone could come in any minute.” No way could he fuck her here. Why had she even let him go this far? It was like her self control vanished whenever she saw him.
The sound of his zipper going down was horribly loud in the silent room. How could she stop him? She could leave, but that would be the end of things with him. And if anyone saw her looking like this, flushed and disheveled with a half-naked man in her office, no explanation would suffice.
She could…she could give in, sit on his lap and ride him. A quickie in the office. No one would suspect a thing. Everyone knew she coordinated the mentoring program, and Jake was one of the new mentors. He’d been in her office yesterday. Her co-workers would assume he was there on business, if they thought about it at all. Everyone was busy…odds were good no one would come to ask her a question. They’d call first…
Great, now she was making excuses.
With inexorable pressure, Jake guided her face toward his lap. She could have pulled away from the gentle force, but she didn’t want to.
“Suck me off, baby.” His words were dark with need. “Suck my cock like you fantasized about this morning.”
Chapter Six
She licked her lips, the little vixen, and closed her eyes as he pressed her head to his crotch. Was he forcing her? She didn’t resist, but that wasn’t really the same thing.
Hot, moist breath hit his cock. So much for thinking. Blood rushed from his brain to his groin, until his balls felt like they’d burst.
A long wet lick on his shaft made him shudder. Then another. And then, God help him, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, delicately flicking the tip against the vein on the underside.
He ground his teeth to fight off a moan. Was this supposed to be a punishment for her? He felt like the one being tortured.
Time to take charge. “Open wide, baby. Take me all the way in.”
“Mmm.” She sucked him deep, swallowing half of his length in wet, pulsing warmth. His hips lifted without conscious thought, trying to drive his cock deeper.
She gripped the base of his cock with one slender hand, pumping in tandem with her sucking lips, drawing him in and out of the soft haven of her mouth. His hands cupped the sides of her lovely face, feeling the muscles of her jaw work on him. God, she was good at this. He felt each pulling stroke all the way to his toes.
Maybe in his soul.
Nah. No need to get poetic. He just loved a good blow job.
And she looked so sweet, like a demure little blonde-haired geisha kneeling at his feet with her eyes closed, delicate lashes dark against her pale skin. Seeing her submit gave him a protective rush; that was all.
A hell of a rush.
He lifted his hips a little, feeding her his cock, pulling her head back and forth to speed up her motions. Her saliva dribbled onto his balls, a slow trickle of lust. Yeah, he was close. Any minute now…
When she took her hand off his cock and swallowed his full length, the hard press of her throat on his cockhead sent him over the edge. His hips jerked with agonizing convulsions, pushing his cock further into her mouth as he bit back a groan. Shudders racked his muscles as streams of cum pulsed through him, filling her mouth and swirling around his cock like a hot bath.
She murmured, a muted sound that might have been passion or distress. Either way, the little feminine noise took him even higher. He twisted in the chair, fingers locked behind her head, pulling the heat of her mouth closer to his throbbing cock. She choked a little but stayed with him like a trooper, jaw moving as she swallowed over and over again, drinking him deep.
Fierce, primal satisfaction surged in his chest, until he wanted to shout his triumph. He threw his head back and gasped, the only noise he dared make. If she got caught with his meat in her mouth, she’d never forgive him.
Even after his climax finished, he kept his hands on her head, thumbs idly stroking her little ears as her lips moved on his softening cock. She mumbled something and gagged a little.
Oh, shit. He’d been pulling her head down onto his cock like she was a whore in a porno film. He let go and took her shoulders, helping her straighten. Was she pissed?
Hard to tell. Her green eyes were misty, her lips swollen…but not smiling.
She groped behind her for a tissue from the box on the desk, then delicately dabbed at her mouth with it ‑‑ just like a lady at an elegant tea party, wiping his cum from her lips instead of cookie crumbs. She uncapped a bottle of water, took a deep drink, and met his gaze.
Her soft laugh hit him in the gut. “Why the skeptical look? Didn’t you think I’d swallow?”
“I…” His brain was still fogged over from the orgasm. To buy time to think, he tucked his cock back into his pants and pulled up the zipper. “Hell, I didn’t know.”
She stood and smoothed her skirt, straightened her blazer ‑‑ transforming herself from his hot little sex kitten into a buttoned-down lawyer again. “Really, Jake, that wasn’t much of a punishment.” Her grin turned wicked, and she leaned over until her breasts were level with his face and her lips were next to her ear. “I even enjoyed the spanking.”
She looked altogether too tidy and controlled. Damn it, she should be feeling twice as unraveled as he did. “Just wait until tonight. Give me more than two minutes, and I’ll find a fitting punishment.”
“Promises, promises.” With a coy toss of her head, she went to the door
and opened it a few inches. “I need to work, Jake. You have to leave now.”
A dismissal. He might as well be the lowly pool boy, getting brushed off by the mistress of the house after he’d cleaned her pipes. Did she expect him to shuffle his feet on his way out the door?
He nodded and stood, faking obedience. She’d already picked up a folder from her desk when he grabbed her around the waist and planted a kiss square on her mouth, pulling her closer when she tried to push away. One fist hit his shoulder, but he hung on tighter.
It took a second or two, but when she finally relaxed into the kiss he let go. Her eyes fired sparks at him. “How dare you?”
Before she could bitch him out, he spoke. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Kate.”
The folder fluttered a little in her trembling hand. She looked too angry to answer. But her chin lifted a notch, and her eyes glared straight at him.
He threw down the gauntlet. “I don’t take orders from you. Ever.”
Her back went rigid, and the folder hit the desk with a slap. “Are you trying to get me fired?”
What the… “Now you protest?”
She waved one hand at the door. “The door is open. Anyone could see us.” The words were whispered, almost hissed.
He folded his arms across his chest. “What am I, a dirty secret?”
She rolled her eyes as if he was a moron. “Of course you’re a secret. My colleagues…they wouldn’t understand.”
Meaning she was embarrassed about him. He’d love to press the issue, but not now. Not when her chest was heaving from anger. No, he’d wait until tonight, when he had her panting with hunger again. Then he’d push her for a public display of affection. A public display of lust.
“All right, I’ll leave. But I’m warning you, Kate.” He took a step closer, until he loomed over her. She was a tall woman, but she seemed tiny compared to him. “The next time you jerk off, it better be because I tell you to.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious.”
He ignored that. “I’ll tell you exactly when, where, and how to do it. And you’ll be a good girl and do what I say. Understood?”
“I hear you.” Despite her words, the frown spelled mutiny. “But I need to set a boundary with you, Jake.”
A boundary? What was this, the Oprah show? “This oughta be good.”
She tsked like a school teacher. “I’m serious.” She walked around him to peek out the door, then moved close enough to whisper. “I’m willing to let you take charge in bed. Not in my office.”
That horse was already out of the barn. “No deal.”
Her fists went to her hips. “It’s your choice. Pull this kind of stunt again, and I’ll throw you out.”
His blood chilled. If she made a scene, security would show up. A parole violation would send him back to San Quentin on the next bus, but no way would he let her set the rules. “I have a boundary too, Kate. I don’t accept limits.”
“You mean you won’t accept compromise. You have to be realistic, Jake. I could get into a lot of trouble if ‑‑”
When she finished that thought, she’d have herself convinced not to be with him at all. He cut her off. “Do you want a prissy lawyer who’s too polite to give you a spanking when you deserve one?” A phone rang somewhere outside, and he lowered his voice. “Do you want a man who’s so uptight he fucks like a wet fish on Valium?”
She looked away but said nothing.
“You’re dripping wet under your skirt right now, and you have me to thank for it. Don’t you?”
Eyes still downcast, she nodded.
That was better. “It’s really simple. Don’t jerk off ‑‑” Not until I tell you to ‑‑ “And I’ll give you a reward later.”
Her cheeks went pink, and she looked flustered. “This is ridiculous. You can’t order me not to…masturbate.” She whispered the last word.
Had he pushed her too far? She had no idea how far he wanted to take her…how desperately he needed to own her. He reached out and took her hand. “If you want me, Kate, you have to be completely mine. No arguments.” No boundaries. “No limits.”
Her teeth worried her lower lip, and her gaze darted to the open door. With a nervous tug, she pulled her hand away. Rejecting him?
He held his breath, waiting for her next volley.
“All right.” Obviously she still had reservations ‑‑ her brows were pulled together and her eyes seemed troubled.
“You won’t regret it.” Hell, maybe she already did. No point in dwelling on it. A wimpy response wasn’t going to win her, no matter what she pretended to want. “You didn’t give me lunch, so I’ll take dinner and the rest of the night.”
“Yes, Jake.” That meek tone had to be an act, but at least she smiled at him. “Call me later to set up a time?”
A question instead of an order. She was learning.
He nodded and left before he kissed her again. With the door open, it was too risky.
Damn, her office was closer to the warren of cubicles outside than he’d thought. On his way in he’d only noticed the battered metal filing cabinets, a nice wall of them that barricaded her door from most of the foot traffic. Even so, someone could have tried to barge in while she’d been blowing him. What if some lackey had come here to get a file and heard the spanking? He’d been so intent on proving his point, so determined to show her he was boss, he hadn’t even thought about the noise.
He looked hard at each person he passed, but they didn’t give him any strange looks. Just another thug in the D.A.’s office. Good.
Amazing that she’d let him go so far with her co-workers this close. When she’d pushed back afterwards, trying to take control again, he’d given her a full dose of attitude to keep up appearances. But he’d be more careful in the future. He wasn’t out to ruin her career.
Temptation would be hard to resist. Spanking her behind that imposing desk had been sweet…and the blow job even sweeter. Nothing had ever made him feel more a man than seeing a strong, lovely woman like Kate kneel at his feet and lick her lips.
Shit, five minutes after an orgasm and the thought of her hot mouth had his cock twitching.
A smart woman would have run a mile from a guy like him. Kate was hella smart, but she was also a natural submissive.
A virgin submissive. Hard to believe none of the men she’d dated before had tapped into it. They must have been candy-ass pansy lawyers like he’d said. Lucky for him. He knew what to do with a woman like her ‑‑ let his wild side out, push her into kinky sex that ratcheted her lust into the stratosphere. Push every limit ‑‑ every boundary ‑‑ she thought she had.
Her protests were just a front. She’d come in from showing her breast to a stranger with her eyes flashing and her pussy soaked, looking so hot, he thought he might burn himself when he touched her.
Yeah, she liked it when he ordered her to do crazy things.
He’d have to push her even further, get her to realize how much she enjoyed having him tell her exactly what to do. There was freedom in submission, if only she’d accept it and not feel this stupid need to pretend she was in charge when they were done sucking and fucking.
Why couldn’t she relax and get into the groove? She had a safe word after all…and he’d never give her a reason to use it. His punishments would push her to the brink, but not over the edge. He’d never hurt her seriously.
But telling her that would spoil the fun.
At the elevators, he turned left and went through the fire door to take the stairs. After three years in a cell, an elevator was too close for comfort.
He whistled as he ran down the stairs. Nothing like a blow job from a sexy submissive to put him in a good mood.
He’d heard of subs who were so well trained, they climaxed simply because their Masters told them to. He’d love to see Kate come on his command.
Better not get ahead of himself. She might be a natural submissive, but she wasn’t exactly embracing that side of her
nature. At least she’d admitted that she liked the spanking.
His lips curved. At the rate she was going, he’d have to come up with new ways to keep her excited. Not a problem. He already had a lot in store for tonight. Games that would shock and excite her. Erotic fantasies that he’d bring into the real world.
All for Kate’s pleasure…and his.
Chapter Seven
Kate tried not to keep one eye on the clock, but it was tough. The paperwork was boring ‑‑ nothing but referrals, notes on old cases, and trial transcripts to read through and summarize.
No one stopped by. No one called. Even without any distractions, the work took twice as long as it should have. Her mind kept drifting to thoughts of Jake and all the things he’d done to her…right here in this office. The scent of him lingered on her skin…the salty taste of his semen flavored her mouth…the walls seemed to echo with the sounds of his big strong hand slapping her bottom.
She shivered. The man was a barbarian, but he certainly knew how to keep her motor running.
Did he have prior experience with this…this bondage and dominance stuff? He seemed to know exactly what he was doing ‑‑ forcing her to go without panties, making her flash a stranger in public, ordering her not to masturbate…spanking her for a minor infraction. And to make her give him head in her office, while he sat in this very chair… She’d gone wild, imagining someone coming in.
Not just anyone. She’d pictured Arthur coming in. Pictured him lifting her skirt, pulling down her pantyhose, and fucking her from behind ‑‑ all while she sucked Jake off. Eerily close to her earlier fantasy.
No wonder her nylons were still wet and sticky.
What did Jake have planned for tonight? A restaurant, he’d said. Well, he couldn’t do much to her in public. Crazy how disappointed she felt about that. Maybe some dirty talk at the table, when no one was around. Maybe heavy petting in her car. She’d always wanted to have sex in a car. Back in high school, when teenagers did such things, she’d been too afraid.
Her cell phone rang, and she didn’t have to look at the clock a second time to know it was barely five thirty. The Caller ID read “private number.” Jake again?
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