by Lily Harlem
“That, what I just did.” I tried and failed to hold in a sob. “It was gross misconduct.”
He snorted. It wasn’t particularly attractive but I was past caring as tears welled in my eyes.
“Gross misconduct, my arse. Don’t you get it, Marie? Don’t you understand it at all?”
“All I know is I’ve just behaved appallingly.” I stared at his chest, at the way his top clung to his pectoral muscles. Defining them in two neat square shapes and just outlining his nipples.
“No, that isn’t the case at all.” He tilted my chin with his thumb, taking some of the sting from his voice. “I thought we’d already agreed that what happens between us is private.”
“Yes, but…?”
“So me reporting you is out of the question. Not going to happen, ever, no matter what you do, okay? And the same goes for the other way ’round.”
“Well, I—”
“You could just as easily report me for taking my dick out in your office and ordering you to suck it.”
My stomach rolled, my pussy clenched. Hearing him describe what had just happened was only stoking my longing for him. There was no denying it, it had been an incredibly sexy moment.
“The matter of confidentiality and anybody being reported is now closed and we won’t speak of it again.” He scraped away an escaped tear that had seeped from my left eye, the pad of his thumb sliding it over my cheek and leaving a damp trail. “If you do I won’t be at all happy with you.”
The thought of making Travis unhappy wound like an enormous elastic band around my chest. “That’s the last thing I want,” I said. “I don’t want you to be unhappy, not when you have so much going on in your life. All the aftermath of the accident to cope with and getting to peak fitness again and claiming some more titles.”
He smiled. “I don’t want to be unhappy either, but what’s going on with my career has nothing to do with us, with this. They are two different things.”
“It doesn’t? They are?”
“Yes. You asked me a question, as a woman, and I’m going to, as a man, demonstrate Dominance and submission in a sexual situation to you, so you understand and can make an informed decision if it’s something you want to learn more about.” He paused, tilted his head and smiled, just a little. “Not only that, we’re two consenting adults. We’re well within our rights to explore our desires.” He pressed his lips to mine. I wondered if he could taste himself on my tongue. “So it really is no one else’s concern what we do. Agreed?”
“I suppose so.” Damn, why did he talk such sense? He was turning my horrified brain into one that could see only his way forward. The path he wanted me to tread. I was a strong, independent woman, but Travis, he was capturing me in his magnetism and making everything seem right. My world was spinning upside down.
“I could make you very happy,” he said, stroking down the column of my throat, onto my sternum and then tracing up and over my collarbone to my shoulder. “Sexually I mean. I know you have it in you to submit, to enjoy a little pain as you come. You just need to let me bring that out of you.”
The heat was building between my legs again. His quiet but firm voice was almost hypnotic, the feel of his breath breezing on my cheek was sweeping away the doubts that had ransacked me only moments ago.
“You just need to give yourself over to me,” he was saying. “Trust me, let me take you to places you haven’t been to before. Let’s spend time together there, on wonderful plateaus where only bliss exists. And then when you need to I’ll bring you back again, hold you, keep you safe, wrap you in my arms while you become accustomed to the new part of your soul that has finally been released.”
My world was dark. I must have shut my eyes.
He kissed both my eyelids and ran his fingers into my hair, covering my ears with his palms.
“You’re calm again now, Marie, you’ve done very well. I’m pleased with you.”
I opened my eyes, saw him smiling down at me. His pupils were dilated, I could make out every individual eyelash and the way the hairs on his eyebrows petered out in neat strands.
“We’ll try again,” he said, “but slower this time.” He tightened his grip and my scalp complained at the tugging of my hair roots. “And instead of thinking about your job and who we are in the real world, I want you to think about desire and lust and satisfying needs that deserve to be met.” Again he kissed me, softly, no tongues, just a press of lips. “And how a new Marie is just beginning to surface.”
“Travis,” I whispered, my lips moving against his.
“Shh, don’t speak, just do as I ask.” He released me and stepped backward. The sun was shining directly behind him through the window, rendering him in partial silhouette. “Now I’ll tell you again, get down on your knees.”
Once more I folded. It was without hesitation, without thought other than what Travis wanted of me. Sure I could stand at any time. I knew that. Call a halt to the whole thing. Slap his gorgeous face. But I didn’t want to. I was captivated, intrigued to know what he would do, how he would be with me.
“Now put your hands behind your back and grip them together.” He’d added a harder edge to his voice and it shot straight to my clit. Who would have thought?
I did as he asked, the movement pressing my breasts forward and rubbing my swollen clit against the gusset of my knickers.
He stepped closer, walked around me, circumnavigating my submissive pose. His clothes rustled softly.
I lowered my head, saw that my skirt had ridden up to reveal my stocking tops but could do nothing about it, not with my hands clasped as they were.
“You look utterly beautiful,” he whispered, touching my hair just behind my ear. “Have you any idea how lovely you are?”
“No, I—”
“Shh, just listen. I want to tell you how it makes me feel to see you, a beautiful woman, like that, on your knees. Obeying me. Waiting to see what I’ll command, willing to trust me.”
Obeying him. Willingly. I tensed my stomach, squeezed my hands together so tight I wondered if any blood would be getting to them.
“You turn me on so much, Marie. You’re smart and sassy and clearly someone who likes to be at the top of their game, and I get that, you know I do, it’s the way I’m wired. But you are also so damn sexy.” He stopped right in front of me and I stared at the soft sneakers he wore with his jeans. “I love your long, slim legs and can’t stop thinking about them wrapped around my waist, with those pretty stockings still on, of course. And your arse, it wiggles just a little when you walk, you know, not overly so, just enough to make me want to tip you over my knee and mark you with my palm. Make your buttocks hot and red and perfect for me to hold as you come hard and fast on my tongue. Mmm, yes, I can practically taste you, Marie, such sweetness.”
Oh, that image. My bum was actually tingling at the thought of him spanking me, my pussy quivering at the image in my mind’s eye of Travis laving my clit to a violent yet blissful orgasm as he held my stinging, smarting buttocks in his hands.
I’d never even thought about that sexual scenario before. Why the hell not? It was sexy with cherries on top.
“But that would just be the start of something special, just to give you a taste of what I can give you, how submitting to me will fly you higher than you have ever been before. Give you new slices of heaven to sample.”
He cupped my chin, raised my head.
I looked into his eyes. I was massively turned-on but at the same time oddly calm. I’d handed responsibility of what we were doing over to Travis. As long as I did what I was told it would be okay.
“Now if that is what you truly want it all starts now,” he said. “No more panics about whether this is right, because it is. When is it never not right to experiment, to feel good, to be with someone who makes you ache with lust?”
“It’s what I want,” I said quickly. “I want you to show me what you know, how you can make me feel.”
He stroked my cheek, up to my
temple and then back to my chin. “It would take me a very long time to show you everything I know, but by starting with you doing as I instruct you’ll learn to trust me when I push you from your comfort zones.”
Push me from my comfort zones? I supposed that meant the spanking, or did he have more things in store for me? Darker things. Who was I kidding? Of course he did. This was Travis Connolly, the man who did everything to the maximum of his ability. He never failed.
So I guess if someone was going to show me extreme pleasure, what better bloke to do it?
“I want it to start now,” I said.
“Good.” He gave that slightly wolfish grin again, the one that made me think he was having predatory thoughts. But it was okay, I was quite happy to have been captured by him. He could feast his predatory instincts on me as much as he wanted.
Once again he slid his hand down my throat, stooped slightly and tucked his fingers beneath my blouse, inside my open collar. His hand was hot against my skin. I could feel calluses on his palm from where he gripped his racquet. They scratched a little and I liked it, a lot.
I gasped as he dipped into my bra and cupped my right breast, trapping my nipple between his fingers. “And your body is mine?” he asked. “While I’m showing you this glimpse into my world? Do you agree that we will become intimate, very intimate?”
“Yes.” I pushed into his caress. “Intimate is good.”
“Intimate is fucking, you do realize that, don’t you?”
A gurgle of longing rushed up through my gullet, spilling out as a groan. “Yes,” I managed.
He chuckled. “Oh yes, you’re going to be such a natural at this.” He massaged the slight weight of my breast. “And so much fun to watch as you learn everything your delectable body is crying out for. It will be like feeding a starving person or giving water to a desperate soul lost in the desert.”
Darts of pleasure zipped around me, his touch setting my nerves on fire. But far from wanting to be put out, the flames wanted feeding, they needed more fuel, more oxygen. They wanted to burn so high and bright they’d be seen from space.
I stared at his groin. He had a solid bulge going on behind his fly. My mouth watered to taste him again. Have him sinking deep into my throat for more than just a few seconds this time.
“So we’ll try again,” he said quietly, removing his hand from my blouse. “And this time you’ll obey me completely, not stopping until I tell you to. I am your Master and what I say goes. That is all you need to remember.”
I glanced up at him.
“This is your first lesson in submission,” he said, “and in the next one I’ll be using my mouth on you. But probably not in a way you’ve experienced before.”
Damn that image again, of me with a spanked-red bum, his head between my legs holding my hot arse and his mouth working me to climax.
I nodded, licked my lips and watched as once again he undid his trousers, shoved them and his boxers down to his thighs and palmed his dick.
“Marie,” he said, stepping close, dick offered forward, “suck my cock.”
This time there was no hesitation. I wrapped my mouth around him and created a hot suction to drag him over my tongue straight to the back of my throat.
Instantly his hands slotted into my hair. A thrill shook my body, the tug bringing back a ton of memories and sensations I craved more of.
“Ah yes, that’s it, a little deeper though, as much as you can, babe. And use your fingers too, I want to feel your touch on me.”
I softened my tongue and employed my hands to work the root of his cock as I bobbed lower still. I had to fight my gag reflex, but it was okay, I was under control.
“Perfect,” he said, “perfect, now just keep still, very still.” He tightened his hold on my head. Even if I’d wanted to move I couldn’t have. The power of his arms, his big body, made me feel even tinier next to him, but I adored that, I relished the fact that this big, strong athlete wanted me, needed me. Travis Connolly had a raging hard-on and it was all because of me.
“Play with my balls,” he said. “Treat them gentle but firm.”
Quickly I sought them out. They were heavy sacs, the hair sparse. I could feel the harder tissue beneath the surface and set up a steady rolling movement, as if I were playing with two glass orbs in a silken bag.
“Oh, bloody hell, yeah, that’s it, Marie, keep on going.” He canted his hips backward and forward just once, pulling out and then pushing into my mouth.
The hair on his lower belly tickled my nose, the musky scent of him filling my every breath.
“Yes, God, it’s been so long, Marie, and you’re so fucking good.”
His words were a potent aphrodisiac. My pussy was clenching around nothing, my clit engorged. But this was all about his pleasure, he was getting close to coming, I was sure. His dick was solid, the stickiness of pre-cum was coating my tongue and palate.
“I want you to swallow,” he said, increasing the tense hold he had on my head. “If that’s not okay with you then tap my chest now.”
Swallowing wasn’t usually part of my repertoire, but sod it, I wanted Travis’ cum down my throat more than anything else. To feel his cock pumping and his spunk spurting was the only thing I could think of.
I continued to play with his balls, sneaking my fingers back to stroke the smooth patch of skin between sac and arsehole. He felt like satin there, soft and delicate. The complete opposite to every other tense, tough inch of his body.
“Ah, yeah,” he moaned. “Fucking hell.”
I explored a little more, slid the tip of my finger over the tightly puckered skin of his anus and rubbed. Not penetrating, just giving him another sensation.
“Ah, Jesus Christ, get ready,” he snapped, jerking in and out of my mouth over and over and holding my head in his strong grip. Fucking my throat hard and fast. Owning me, possessing me.
Suddenly it was there, jets of cum hitting my tongue. I swallowed, gulped, sucked him with vigor.
He groaned long and loud, another three hits of fluid left his slit.
I lapped it all up, loving every pulse of his dick as it jerked against my tongue.
Suddenly he released my hair, pulled his cock from my mouth and folded downward onto his knees.
I was forced to let go of him but instantly wrapped my arms around his body. He slumped in my embrace.
“Travis,” I panted. “You okay?”
“Fucking hell, that was too good,” he said, finding my mouth and kissing me hard. “And it’s been so long, too long, since a woman took me right through to completion.” He grinned, pulling in deep breaths as he did so. “And you’re a little minx touching me somewhere I hadn’t told you to.”
“Are you complaining?” I gripped his shoulder, felt a shiver go through him as his climax abated.
“That’s not the issue,” he said, raising his eyebrows and sliding his hands up my back, cupping my nape.
“What do you mean?” I stared into his dangerously dark eyes. Excitement danced there, as did a shot of something unknown to me.
“It means you’ve been a bad, disobedient sub, Marie. Very bad.”
A tumble of nerves rattled through my belly. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next. “And that means?”
“Which means, babe, that you must be punished.”
Chapter Ten
Following mine and Marie’s supremely hot tryst in her office, I felt as though my world had been turned upside down. My mind and body felt sharper, more efficient, which confirmed my suspicions about my subconscious cravings holding me back. One smokin’ blowjob from a trainee submissive and I felt better than I had in ages.
It was just a shame we’d had to end things so abruptly. A knock at Marie’s office door elicited a gasp from her, followed by a panicked look at her watch. With that, she’d immediately disentangled from me and hissed, “Quick—it’s my next client. Just act normal—I’ll say we’ve overrun.”
I scraped my fingers through my hair an
d tugged at my clothing to make sure I didn’t have that just-fucked look. I hadn’t been fucked in the traditional sense, of course, but I hoped I would be in the not-too-distant future.
Marie straightened herself out, pushed her hair behind her ears and looked at me.
“Wait,” I said, reaching out and touching a small smear of her reddish lipstick that had traveled sideways from the corner of her mouth. It was probably on my cock too. The thought was hot. “Let me just…” I wiped it away with the pad of my thumb, resisting the urge to kiss her, taste myself on her tongue and let her know with my mouth how bloody happy she’d just made me.
“Thanks,” she said, drawing her gaze from mine and glancing down my body to make sure I looked presentable. Apparently I was, so she crossed to the door, then beckoned me. Flicked the lock and drew down the handle at the same time and beamed at Nadia Gorlando.
“I’m so sorry, Nadia. Travis and I overran a little.” She turned to me, the epitome of professionalism. It was scary how she could turn it on and off so fast. “Thank you, Travis. See you next time.”
With that, Nadia and I traded places, and as soon as I was out of sight of the two women, I allowed myself the grin that had been threatening to emerge ever since the knock had come at Marie’s door. I’d stifled it first because I knew Marie wouldn’t find the situation funny—not yet, anyway—and then because I didn’t want Nadia to guess what we’d been up to. The last thing I wanted to do was get Marie into trouble.
*
After a heavy-duty workout in the gym—during which I’d accidentally dropped a weight on Peter’s foot—I was once again wandering the halls of Los Carlos Tennis Academy with a smirk on my face. I hadn’t done it on purpose, but seeing him hopping about and swearing had made me feel as though I had yet another one up on him. Yes, he’d gone out on a date with Marie—and had a second one planned—but I’d done something altogether more wonderful with her. And I knew for a fact it wasn’t going to be the last time. She was eager to learn more about that side of her, and I knew that her fear wouldn’t hold her back. Curiosity would win out.