Four Erotic Series Collection: Bounds Of Passion, Sexed Up/Tied Down, Spectacular Stranger, The Proposition

by Lucia Jordan

  “You look well, Miss Kerry,” he noted lightly, sitting back in his chair. “I take it you enjoyed your little employee appreciation event?”

  Megan felt an involuntary smile curve her lips. “I must say I came away feeling quite appreciated. I’m sure the other chosen employees will agree that it was a most pleasant and invigorating experience. This is quite the way to incentivize employees if that was your intention Mr. Mayer.”

  “Oh it was,” he said, tone mild in contrast with the sudden glint of flame in his cool grey eyes. Megan quivered deep inside and wondered why she felt hot and cold at the same time. There was that look again…the ultimate panty-dropper; that narrowed, shadowy glance that held such secrets and yet spoke volumes. A heavy coil tightened within her womb and it was all she could do to keep from blushing. The spell only broke when he looked away, reaching for a sheet of paper on his desk

  Why am I doing this to myself? Megan thought with a bite of her lips. She could want him all she could, and she could keep reading signs and meaning into every look he gave her. But he was still her boss and he was still way out of her league. Why did she keep forgetting that?

  Because there’s a part of me that feels empty and hungry and it’s a craving only he can fill, her inner voice told her.

  “I very well can’t risk losing my brightest and best to my ever-watchful competitors,” he was saying mildly. “So I’m going to continue thinking up effective ways to keep my employees motivated and devoted. All I ask in return is that they stay completely loyal to me.”

  “I assure you that you’ll have no problem with me or my loyalty, Mr. Mayer,” Megan said quickly, then clamped her lips shut as she thought, damn I’m gushing again! The last thing she wanted was to come across as some lame, excessively overawed employee who couldn’t manage herself with decorum before her boss. She’d so wanted to strike him with her poise and sophisticated bearing in the hope of catching his fancy. It was a far-fetched dream, she felt. But then again, maybe it wasn’t….

  “I know that,” he said lightly in reply to her last words. She couldn’t read his expression now but something hung heavy and tangible in the air. She drew in a breath in anticipation. “I also know you’re just the kind of woman I can count on as trustworthy, smart and dependable. And that’s why I want you to do a little something for me.”

  Anything, she would have sighed, but instead she nodded and waited, not trusting herself to speak.

  “As you can imagine, I get to travel a lot on business. Many times, I find myself in need of female companionship. As it stands, my happily single status leaves no opportunity for me to indulge. However, I was hoping you would consider joining me on my trip to New York on Thursday. Just for the weekend. By Sunday we’ll be back. We will be booked in a suite and during the day I will handle my business concerns. But the nights…these we will share together. How does this sound to you, Miss Kerry?”

  Megan frowned, confused. “I don’t understand.” Maybe her mind couldn’t get around it, but her body certainly did. Megan could feel her nipples grow taut and achy beneath the layers of her suit and camisole.

  “What’s there not to understand?” Heath Mayer queried. He rose from his desk, smoothly buttoning his suit as he made his way to where she sat glued to her seat.

  “You’re a beautiful woman. You probably get offers from men every day. Men who want to do…exceptionally wicked things to you – like I do.” His voice was no more than a murmur. He’d reached her and now that he was standing before her, Megan realized she’d lost her capacity to breathe. His words whipped over her with a sting that made her gasp.

  “Stand up,” he said, mildly. Megan couldn’t move.

  He reached out for her arm, yanked her to her feet. He drew her closer to him and she stared up into his glowing grey eyes. “You have no idea, do you? What you do to me?”

  Megan gulped, feeling the grip of his fingers on her flesh. Even through her clothes, she felt the power of his passion, even though his expression held the perfect image of calm. At last, she shook her head.

  “Then let me explain,” he told her softly.

  Arms limp at her sides; Megan couldn’t find the strength of will to protest as his hands closed around her throat. He held her in place for his lips as he slanted down to feather them over her mouth. “I’ve held back long enough I think. Twice we’ve met and twice, I wanted to rip into you till you felt the rage of my need. But here…now, I will show you what it means to be truly owned by desire.”

  Megan knew she was trembling, and didn’t know how to stop it. She knew she should push him away, say something. But no part of her seemed capable of working of its own free will. All that moved was the heaving of her breasts against his hard chest, her breathing labored. She stared at his descending lips, telling herself all this was just part of her wildest, darkest fantasy. Heath Mayer was going to kiss her – and possibly (she was as yet not sure how) - own her. She quaked deep in her belly at the prospect of him meaning every word.

  Still he kept his mouth inches from hers, teasing her with his warm, sweet breath, tormenting her with the firm, tantalizing curves of his beautiful lips. “Three nights, Megan. That’s what I require. And in that time you will give yourself to me, no questions asked. In return, I will offer you pleasures you never even knew you could feel. Tell me no – simply shake your head and I will let you go right now. You’ll walk out that door and there’ll be no repercussions, no consequences. But you will never have this chance again, I give you my word. Never again will I ask something like this of you.”

  Megan gasped soundlessly, his words swimming in her head like from a distant, faded dream. There was that déjà vu moment where she told herself she knew what would happen next. He’d given her an option, a chance to choose. But even Megan was well aware that there was only one way this was going to go…

  Chapter Three

  He watched her expression with narrowed eyes; his gaze raked over her face and she wondered if he was trying to look into her very soul.

  “Think well, my sweet girl,” he told her with an edge of lustful warning in his tone. “The demands I will make on your body – and trust me they will be many – will consume you; consume us both. You will commit yourself to fulfilling my needs – and I won’t stop till every inch of your flesh has been claimed to my satisfaction. Now do you understand?”

  Megan let his words paint pictures in her head that no man ever had. She knew now what he wanted: to dominate her, to make her submit her body to his every sensual demand. Why didn’t this scare her as much as she knew it should?

  “Yes, I understand,” Megan said through a husky throat, dredging her voice up from somewhere in her quavering belly. His gaze went through her like a laser.

  “And will you succumb to me? Give in to my every wish and make it your own? The rewards, Megan, will be immense. And yet, I promise you that it will not be easy. I will make you push yourself beyond your comfort zone; make you question your own limits. But I will never harm you. That I assure you. Trust yourself wholly to me and your ecstasy will know no bounds.”

  Megan licked her parched lips, and he caught the gesture, following it with darkened eyes. She felt his manhood surge against her belly, a shaft of rigid flesh throbbing with promise.

  In reply her own feminine core pulsed and ached with an emptiness that had never felt so acute until now. She knew he was awaiting her answer, his hands tightening a fraction around her slender neck.

  Staring up into his blazing eyes, all she whispered was, “Show me.”

  *

  His sharp intake of breath; the darkening of his grey eyes to black…the swelling of his cock even more against her…In many ways, she felt him respond to her challenge and she knew she was moments away from tumbling into the thunder of his desire.

  He seized her by her hair and twisted; bringing her lips beneath his in a kiss so fiery it singed right through her. His tongue took over her mouth, raking past her barriers and plunging in and
out with a feral simulation of lust. Megan sighed, and instead of drawing in air it was his essence she absorbed; his exquisite man taste.

  Her mouth parted wide in a gasp at the force of heat in his tongue raging past the seam of her lips. He was hungry, and he wasn’t asking. He was taking.

  She felt bowled over by him, by the hands still circled about her throat in a grasp that was both weakening and empowering. Her head seemed to grow lightheaded from the oxygen fast escaping her senses. Hungry for more, she lifted her palms to rest upon his chest, and she imagined she felt the beat of pounding drums beneath. Her fingers were seeking, reaching up for his wavy dark hair, when her wrists were seized in a vice-like grip.

  “No,” was all he said, lips breaking from hers. The flames in his eyes had grown bigger, more consuming. She winced in surprise as her hands were wrenched behind her back, and she was spun around to face the desk. In moments, he’d shoved her down till she was bent over, her cheek pressed against the desk’s surface.

  “Oh!” she breathed, shocked to feel her arms crossed behind her and pinned down, ensuring her immobility. She felt him come up behind her and kick her legs three feet apart so he could stand between them. She tried to lift her head but he held that down with his other hand. Amazed at how freaking turned on she was by being restrained this way, she shivered beneath him, awaiting his next move.

  “Do not move a muscle, sweet pet,” he said softly, leaning over her for a moment so that his lips were close to her ear. “There are some things that I’m curious about. Like how wet you can get with just one little kiss from me.”

  Oh, heck, Megan thought, as his hand moved from her hair to slide down to her hips. Her arms began to ache where they were locked together in his powerful grip at the base of her back. But even that torment was forgotten as with his free hand, he roughly pushed up her skirt till it hung around her waist. Megan bit on her lip as she felt him palm her exposed ass, her modesty barely encased within the skimpy black satiny thong she wore. Her stockings were thigh high and sheer nylon, but even these didn’t stop her from feeling naked beneath his eyes and touch.

  “So soft…so smooth and curvy,” he murmured as he groped one cheek and then the other. “When the time comes I will enjoy making these juicy globes glow pink and purple from being spanked by my hand. Or belt, or paddle - depending on my mood.”

  Megan whimpered at the declaration of this dangerously sensual promise. By the time his fingers slipped in between her legs to her pussy, she knew what he would find there.

  “Ah,” he said softly, tracing his index and middle finger over the mound of her sex. Megan let out a gasp, her mouth falling open as the most delicious pleasure racked straight through her core. Her folds were soaked; she could feel the slipperiness of his fingers as he circled her bald cunt. Goose pimples of ecstasy flowed over every inch of her as he stroked up and down, side-to-side, round and round. Her lower body quivered as she felt her juices flood his fingers.

  “Heath,” she moaned, totally forgetting herself. Her dreamy eyes flew open seconds later when she realized what she’d done, but he was only chuckling.

  “My sweet pet…there’s so much I’ll need to teach you. The ways to address me – the things I expect from you, and the things I will not tolerate. Will you surrender yourself to my training? Will you be submissive to me?”

  “Yes, oh yes,” she breathed, squirming from the imprisonment of her wrists beneath his grip. The lips of her pussy grew slicker beneath his probing fingers.

  “Good girl,” he crooned, and dipped his two fingers into her slit.

  Megan cried out at the delicious intrusion, her breasts growing heavier with arousal where they were crushed against the desk.

  “You open to me like a flower,” were his words, thickened with his own desire. He drove in deeper, his palm facing up as he began to saw in and out of her cunt with steady, rough strokes.

  “Oh my God,” Megan worded on a strangled breath as with a crook of his fingers, he targeted her magic spot. There was a luscious feeling of floating, of the most delicate agony, as once he’d found the fount of her pleasure, he fingerfucked her in earnest. Drove her wild with his fast, unbroken thrusts. She’d never, ever felt anything like this before and she let her body melt in response to his ministrations.

  He’d been right; she had no chance to fight or struggle against this – against him. She opened and succumbed and gave up her very being to him, just with his fingers knowingly shafting her.

  Totally at his mercy, she could do nothing but writhe her hips, her knees almost buckling where they stood apart, feet planted on the floor. She was a mass of jelly from the waist down and the only thing that could assuage the itch in her core was to feel his manhood take the place of his masterful fingers.

  “Ooh,” she cried, feeling his thrusts move in a faster blur. A minute more of this and she knew she’d cum all over his fingers. She had to warn him how close she was.

  “Oh please…I can’t…too much,” she gasped, knowing she was being incoherent but unable to piece a decent sentence with him sloshing in and out of her fleshy canal.

  “I know,” he said softly, the tenderness in his voice edged by a ragged note of lust. “I know what you want because it’s the same thing I want – to the point that I feel ready to explode. Taste it, pet – taste how much you want me.”

  He drew out his fingers, and placed them against her lips. Without thinking, Megan parted her lips and pulled him in, tasting herself. The sweet, oily flavor exploded on her tongue, blooming through her senses and making her groan.

  She heard him rumble deep in his throat as she sucked hard on his two fingers, her tongue working inside to lick him clean. “I’d like to feel you do that on my cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you? To take me all the way inside? First down your throat, and then next, deep inside your sweet little pussy? Tell me you want it.”

  His fingers played with her lips, parting them, smudging them sensually. Megan felt warm in the face as she made herself say the words he wanted to hear. “I want it,” she whispered, gathering courage with every word. “I want to suck your cock. And then I want you to fuck me. Right here, in this office. Please.”

  Megan shuddered at her own wantonness, at how easily she could express those wild, dark desires raging through her. But then that was what he demanded – and anything he wanted, she knew she would give. Everything.

  Chapter Four

  He made her cry out when he suddenly grasped her hair and made her arch off the desk.

  Megan made no protest however when he drew her down on her knees in front of him. Her eyes became level with his groin and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the bulge wedged to the side like a baton beneath his dark dress pants. The outline was thick, long and impressive. She dripped veritably down each thigh.

  “Will you please me?” he asked softly, his grey eyes searing her with flame. “There, on your knees, looking up at me…is such a perfect picture, my sweet pet. Even better will be to watch you take me inside your mouth. Can you do it?”

  As he spoke, he freed himself. Opened his zipper and popped his cock out past the opening of his briefs. Megan gasped as his member bobbed perfectly in front of her lips. She stared at it in awe for a few moments, dazzled by its length, shape and girth. Her hands lifted instinctively to grasp his meaty base, but he tightened his hold on her shoulder. “No.”

  She looked up. That one word making her go still, filling her with dread that she’d displeased him. It wasn’t the first time he’d said the word and she was beginning to understand its import.

  “Hands behind your back. Pleasure me with just your mouth.”

  She sighed with delight, and nodded, so hungry to taste him that her every nerve cell was tingling. Obediently, she folded her hands behind her, just at the base of her back. He gave a grunt of approval, hands cupping both sides of her head and guiding her closer.

  There was a catch in his breath as her tongue snaked over his crown for the f
irst time. He felt smooth and silky, and the taste of his pearly precum was intoxicating. She hummed, closing her eyes for a moment as she stroked him with her tongue, lapping around the carved rim of his cap. Then she licked lower, covering his beautifully veined shaft with wet kisses.

  She looked up into his face as she flicked her tongue over his sensitive glans, and watched the blaze in his eyes grow darker. She spent those first delicious moments coating him with her tongue. Sometimes his cock brushed against her chin or her cheek, as she stroke to keep her lips on him without the aid of her hands.

  And then suddenly, he tightened his hold on her head and shoved his slippery cock into her mouth. At first she felt herself stretch uncomfortably round his thickness, unaccustomed to such a size in her mouth. But then inch by inch she quickly learned to expand and take him as deeply as she dared.

  She sucked on him hard each time he jabbed at her throat, and each time he withdrew she ran her tongue around the head of his cock. Having him wholly in her mouth was…bliss. Inch by inch he claimed her wetness, made her lose herself in his taste, power and massiveness.

  He forced himself deeper inside till he was throat-fucking her, making her eyes swim as the need for air overwhelmed her. He pulled back just when it got too much to bear, but then he was shoving in again, stuffing her gullet with his rampaging cock. In those moments she felt like she was all throat, nothing else as his girth wedged in as deep as it could go. She gagged, rippling her throat muscles on his tip and shaft and making him groan deep and long.