by Lucia Jordan
It however left her in a constant state of horniness where her clit was begging for a touch. Just a slight rub and she knew she’d erupt. But she avoided any contact in that region, not even crossing her legs no matter how wet and dizzy she became. She could squirm all she liked, and subtly move her hips in time to the vibrations, but she showed no other sign that she was in any kind of sensual turmoil. It was a good thing though, that she had listened to his suggestion earlier to wear something dark, preferably black. Because she knew there would be a damp patch on the skirt of her dress once she stood up. Thankfully she’d also brought along a shawl that she could drape just beneath her elbows to cover her ass.
He took a seat next to her, leaning forward to ask in her ear how she liked the new toy.
“It’s a little…distracting,” she managed to say, shuddering visibly as she felt the light trail of his lips along her neck as he moved back slowly.
“Only a little?” he asked on a murmur, keeping his arm slung behind her on the chair as his fingers lightly stroked her exposed collarbone. Megan closed her eyes briefly at his small yet intimate touch. He made circular movements on her skin, watching her face with a teasing smile.
“You’ll have to admit, it’s a great way to get a girl in the mood. I deliberately didn’t get the butterfly one with clitoral stimulation. I wanted to keep you just on the brink, always on the edge. I like to make you wet, sweet one,” he crooned, taking her hand and kissing the slender knuckles.
“But then you don’t need a fancy toy to do that,” she told him with a curvy smile, enjoying the chance to tease him back. It was true though; no matter how many occasions he bedded her, it always felt like the first time. Just the taste of his lips, or the feel of his skin against hers, or even with his voice, he made her blood pump faster in her veins and sent the moisture spilling from her slit.
His grey eyes darkened at her words, and she felt his hand slip around the back of her neck. Suddenly, everyone else at the party blanked out along with the music. She stared into his devilishly handsome face, and shuddered deep inside. It was so easy to forget he was really her boss, and that here in New York they were just together for the duration. She could almost tell herself that this could be real, that there could be a future with him. When he looked at her like that, she felt like in her own way, she had him underneath her power, too.
“I’m starting to wish we didn’t have to leave New York tomorrow,” he said, possessiveness in his fingers as he alternated between stroking and cupping the vulnerable circle of her nape.
Megan wanted to ask him why. Was it because she’d been a good “submissive” so far? She’d hardly ever needed to use the safe words; even when the agony had burned like a cluster of flames around her, she’d taken it all. The whippings, the ropes tied intricately around her body, arms, knees and legs, the deep, rough thrusts of his cock from different uncomfortable positions – and so much more. Megan was very healthy, flexible and fit, and now she knew she had a wide threshold for pain. But that didn’t mean she was totally, one hundred per cent into this kind of “thing”.
But what Heath wanted, she gave. To please him was what really mattered. She understood now that he was a dominant, someone who drew sexual arousal from bending another to his control. But even she knew that it was more than just the sex; sex was just the beginning. There was the bondage, the little acts of humiliation when she was made to kneel or “service” and pleasure him – when she was placed in helpless positions that made him able to ravish her any way he wished. The punishment. The pain. Oh, the pain. She shivered when she thought of that. Yes, it triggered much of the pleasure she felt during those times. True, pain seemed somehow connected to parts of her brain that brought the ecstasy, the bliss pouring forth.
And yet…though he had shown her so much in the past seventy two hours or so; though he had helped her explore so many angles to her feminine awareness and sensuality, there was no way she could say that she was any different from the woman she had been before she’d met him. She was the same Megan, with simple needs and desires: to love, and be loved in return. She knew Heath couldn’t give her that. He certainly wasn’t offering it.
From the start, a part of her had known that even if he ever desired her, it would be with no real emotions involved. Hadn’t she had that crazy dream with him demanding nostrings sex? Looked like her subconscious had been trying to tell her something. True, she’d been right in the beginning for suspecting he was attracted to her. And he’d proven that by finally propositioning her to spend this weekend of sex, bondage, sadism and domination games with him. Sure, it was no way in tandem with what she’d have preferred, but she’d told herself that it was something, an opportunity. What right-thinking woman wouldn’t want a chance with Heath Mayer, especially when he had so many sides to him?
He was romantic; he spoiled her endlessly with gifts, some horrendously expensive, and some just thoughtful and sweet. He was kind, he cared about her well-being. After the sex he always cuddled her up, or checked her carefully for any bruise or damage. He massaged her aches away, and applied cool, soothing salves where needed.
And he was attentive. He seemed to enjoy listening to her, learning about what made her tick. He always sought out topics they had in common, and they had shared such great conversation whenever possible. He was fun, he knew how to have a good time, and give it. Whenever they went out their time was filled with laughter, and excitement, and yes, sensuality. He never, ever let her forget how attracted he was to her and how much she turned him on.
What woman could say no to all that?
But the question remained if it was enough. Even though she knew she was crazy to want more, Megan knew she was going to find it torturous to walk away when it came to an end tomorrow.
And yet here he was, confusing her with his words about wishing the weekend didn’t have to end just yet. What could he mean?
Chapter Two
He let her know soon enough.
She now felt his hand sifting through the curls running down her back almost to the waist. She knew how much he liked to touch her; her hair, her skin. He had no problem with public displays. He’d been quite public with their relationship but then, this was New York, not L.A. where they could be more easily recognized. Not that she thought Heath would care. He certainly wasn’t ashamed of her and made her feel like a flipping sex bomb every time they went out. She’d received enough envious stares from women in public to know they’d give anything to be in her shoes. Her confidence rose each passing day to the point that she felt she could stand her own with any heiress, super model or Alister he would have dated in the past.
“Megan,” Heath was saying softly, breaking into her thoughts. “These past few days have been excellent, far more than I ever imagined. I can’t describe enough how pleased I am with you. The way you respond to me, the way you let me keep control whether I’m causing you pain or pleasure. And you know I’m totally hot for your body.”
He flashed a grin at her and she wondered if he could tell that those words made her shiver. But it also made her heart sink. Was that was she was, his mere sex doll? To be desired and played with, to be teased and tormented in turns?
In a way, the thought thrilled her immensely. After all, she found him incredibly hot as well. Each time they had sex, he got her wetter than she’d ever been in her life. At first she’d been scared that something wrong was happening to her vagina the way it kept creating and emitting such moistness. But then she realized it was just the mixture of what Heath was: powerful, exciting, handsome, sexy, and just…Heath.
Oh dear, thought Megan with a sudden lurch of her heart. Looked like she’d fallen head over heels for him. Just three days and he’d drawn her effortlessly under his spell. She’d already been mad for him to begin with, always fantasizing and dreaming about him after the first time they’d come face to face. Getting to know him, sleeping with him had made it all worse. How on earth was she going to survive The End? She asked
herself this for the umpteenth time but with more of a tug in her chest now that she understood what she felt for him.
“So what do you want to do?” she finally asked, turning to face him, schooling her features to conceal any sign of hope, or pressure. She didn’t want him to ever think she was looking forward to something deeper from him, something more.
He shrugged casually. “We still have to leave tomorrow. I have important appointments waiting for me once we return. But what I’m suggesting is that our…arrangement doesn’t have to end here in New York. I want more of you, Megan.”
The smoky quality in his cool grey eyes became enhanced, mesmerizing. It stole her breath.
He continued in a deep, stirring voice, “There’s so much I still want us to share. So far you’ve been perfect, playing the role that I intended for you from the first time we met. You once told me you dreamed that we would be together in some way. And I had wished for it too so you could say this must be fate. Perhaps I was meant to be your dominant and teach you all those things to help you discover your submissive side. You, Megan, are an object of desire to me and when you surrender to all those violent acts I perform on you, the pleasure becomes greater – for both of us. And that’s what I want more of. To continue to have you give to me the greatest gift you can give: yourself.”
With his hand cupping the back of her head, he drew her forward and they met mid-way for a kiss. Right there with the crowd and the music, his lips on hers smashed through her senses, intoxicating her more than any amount of alcohol she’d drunk could ever do.
“Tonight, our play will be extra special,” he murmured against her lips. Megan’s eyes were still closed dreamily, her frame quivering from his taste, his scent. Both drove her off the edge of reason. She couldn’t wait to have him again, come what may. She shuddered to think of what agony she would have to endure to savor the ecstasy; but somehow, she seemed to be now welcome the pain – crave it, in fact.
“So far, the hotel suite has been appropriate for our use,” he added, smudging a thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “But in my L.A. home I have a befitting play room suited to every kind of session I may wish us to enjoy. What I’m suggesting is, every weekend you spend it with me. We can be as discreet as possible during the week considering your status as my employee. But I’m thinking too that perhaps it would be wise for you to change your job.”
He suddenly grinned at her panicked expression. “Yes, yes, I know how much you love working for me,” he said with a smirk, making Megan blush by reminding her of her enthusiastic words the first time they met. “But if we’re going to be together, I really don’t want any official policies standing in the way.”
What was he suggesting? A relationship, an agreement, what? Megan’s head spun as she tried to figure out what to make of his words.
Heath Mayer seemed to sense her confusion, because he brushed her cheek gently with his knuckles, adding, “However, these things can be discussed much, much later, my pet. Right now I’m concerned about other things.”
Megan shivered when he called her “pet” in that deep, throbbing voice. Suddenly, she was brought into the space and time where only he could bring her to. Swirling, sweltering passion filled with peppery anguish and melting bliss.
“For starters, I think we’ve played enough with toys,” he said jokingly, holding open his hand to reveal the little black remote for the egg vibrator. Megan hid a soft giggle; she’d forgotten all about the little velvet-textured orb stuck up her pussy.
His eyes swept over her with possessive desire. “You were right; we don’t really need them, do we? Why don’t you go into the ladies’ room and take it out, my pet. I promise to keep my finger off the buttons in the meantime. Or if you don’t trust me, I’ll simply hand the remote to you.”
He had that mischievous, youthful look on his face that always made her heart constrict with longing. Not for the first time, she wished he was just Heath. No dark, complex desires and none of his extreme ideas of control. But she hid her wishful thinking behind a warm smile as she closed his palm over the remote he held out in his palm. “No, I trust you, Heath. I’ll be back.” And with a kiss to his cheek, she rose and walked through the pumping throng of the partygoers.
Chapter Three
Heath was standing behind her, fondling a heaving breast in one hand and sliding the other hand down her belly to cup her pussy.
He’d got her naked almost the second she got through the door. His ardor wrapped around her like a molten cocoon. It cloaked her in a mist of lust that he seemed able to dredge up at a second’s notice.
Megan started to moan when he stroked her clit with his fingertips, rubbing her spreading wetness all over the erect, hungry nub standing rigid from his roots.
“That’s one wet pussy – and one hard clit, my sweet. Is it the after-effects of that egg vibrator, or is it just me?” he teased, his lips trailing over the arch of her neck. With an expert touch, he caressed that aching mound of flesh between her parted thighs.
“Just you, Sir,” she said on a sigh. Lost in pleasure, she turned her head, seeking his mouth with her parted lips.
Her gesture was greeted with a sharp slap to her pussy. “Are you trying to kiss me without permission, little pet?” he asked quietly, dangerously.
Megan whimpered, going rigid as he smacked her slick mons once again. He knew how to apply the right pressure to make her feel the cross between sweetness and pain. Still, it brought her stimulation either way.
Heath gripped her hair and tugged it so that her face was once more turned his way, their lips again brought so close that only a breath separated them. “You know how I am when you forget any little instruction, pet.
“No…Sir, please,” Megan moaned, suddenly needing to feel his tenderness. She didn’t want any more of this, not right now. She just wanted straight-up, vanilla sex where he’d use his mouth to make love to her all over and then slide deep into her pussy with a lover’s deep hunger, not a dom’s sensual nemesis.
“No pleading,” he snapped, pulling harder on her neck and making it snap back sharply till she was staring up at the ceiling. He licked at her earlobe and she shivered. “You mustn’t beg, my sweet. It will only make me lose it even more. And you wouldn’t like it if I trip off the edge. I don’t think you’re equipped just yet the full force of my domination. And yet…tonight, I had planned to give you a bite of the apple. I think I will, now, despite your little lapse.”
Megan hated the sound of whimpering coming from her parted lips. She shivered in his arms and wondered what he wanted to do to her now. Oh why had she tried to kiss him? Why had she forgotten herself as well as the fact that this was a different ball game? So many little rules, so many obligations. At first it was all good, dark fun but now she just wanted normal. But she was scared that if she asked that of him now, he would be disappointed in her. He’d only ever wanted rough sex with her. He never seemed to like it any other way.
When he pushed her down on her knees, she was trembling all over with expectation. He told her in a gruff voice to take out his cock and suck him, so she did. By the time she’d freed his impressively thick and long erection, she was almost panting to have him in her mouth. She loved when she got the chance to put her hands on him, and she gazed up at him for a few moments while she stroked firmly on his cock. The powerfully veined shaft seemed to dwarf her small hands, and when he finally grasped the back of her head to guide her mouth to him, she opened wide.
The taste of his precum made her hum with pleasure. Her lips stretched around his girth and it felt like he widened and pulsed even more. Knowing he liked when she kept her eyes trained up at him while she pleasured him with her mouth, she never looked away from his burning gaze.
With his hands still in her hair, he shoved his slippery hard cock in her mouth and began to face-fuck her. She ran her tongue around his crown, sucking hard till her cheeks hollowed out, making him growl. When he decided to go deeper, she was ready, curbing her re
flex to gag as she took him down her throat. Her muscles rippled around him and this time he let out a deep groan of a pleasure.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Next, he grabbed the back of her head, holding her by the neck before suddenly lifting her off the ground. And then he all but tossed her upon the sturdy desk in the office area of the suite, making her gasp.
Megan leaned back on her elbows, winded from being thrown around like that. Damn he was strong!
Faced with the fiery pull of his powerful desire, she forgot all about her longing for vanilla sex. Who needed everyday sex when she could have this; his strong hands, his driven passion, his mastery?
She stared at him, her eyes glazed with feminine wonder and desire.
Heath was taking off his clothes, and for once he wasn’t bothering about putting them neatly away. He tore them off his body like they were on fire. And then when he was naked, he came to her and pulled on her ankles till her butt was closer to the edge of the desk.
She didn’t protest when his hands slipped around her throat and pulled her up to a sitting position. He stood there between her legs and gave her a rough, punishing kiss. His mouth ground so hard against hers she felt him against her teeth. He crushed her with his taste and firmness, making her gasp open-mouthed into his mouth.
There was a frenzy within her that was escalated by the equal hunger she felt emanating from him.
Tonight, our play will be extra special, she remembered him promising at the party. But she didn’t know what he meant till much, much later…
Chapter Four
He tore his mouth finally from hers, dragging it down her arched neck. “Hands behind your head,” he commanded gruffly, and once she obeyed, he bent his head to her upturned breast, rolling a nipple around with his tongue.
Megan purred, her eyes closing briefly as she felt his mouth cover a whole section of her breast, seizing up the nipples and her flesh all at once. He nibbled and pulled, driving the innocent tip into a hard, greedy nub of lust.