by Desiree Holt
Yes, tonight he would kick their relationship up a notch.
He was feeling particularly satisfied today because he’d bested a small manufacturing company that had resisted his efforts to buy them out. He’d simply cut off their suppliers and forced them into a bankruptcy sale, acquiring them for pennies on the dollar. Tonight he would show Fallon the power of a man who took complete control. By the time the night was over, she would be craving their next meeting.
He watched her sip from the delicate cordial glass, his balls drawing up as again the movement of her tongue fascinated the hell out of him.
Jesus!
If he didn’t have such control, he’d be dragging her from the table right now and ripping her clothes off in the elevator. That was definitely not his style, although he’d done it before.
He leaned forward, making the space between them seem more intimate. “You look like you’re enjoying the drink I chose.”
“It’s delicious.” She smiled. “It tastes a little like licorice.”
“That’s because it’s flavored with star anise. It’s called Romana Black sambuca.”
She stared into the cordial glass. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s not a really common drink. I make sure they stock it here.”
A smile tipped up the corners of her lips. “You must come here often.”
He chuckled. “I own the hotel. And this is part of my private stock.”
She arched her eyebrows. “Own it?” Then she smiled again. “I should have guessed. Lissa Montgomery said you own just about everything in Texas.”
He didn’t deny it. Nor did he add that his holdings had a global reach.
“I like to acquire things,” he told her. And people. Reaching across the table, he took her free hand in his and gently stroked the skin. “I think I’d like to acquire you. Especially if the things I’ve heard are right.”
A faint blush colored her cheeks. “Have you been listening to gossip, Brian?” She tilted her head. “And what information is it you think you have?”
”You’d be amazed at what I know about you. That you’re a tiger in the business world but like to hand it all over in the bedroom.”
“Is that what you’ve heard?”
“Am I right?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Rumor has it you enjoy being mastered, Fallon. That you like to submit to a man without holding anything back.”
Heat flared in her eyes.
He lowered his voice slightly. “Do you enjoy giving complete power to a man in the most intimate situations? Giving him your body to do with as he pleases?”
“Perhaps.” She glanced away.
“You’re a very sensual woman, Fallon. I’ve heard you enjoy—perhaps even crave—a man who subjugates you to his will, who restrains you in the bedroom. Who takes you to the ultimate edge again and again, making you wait until the orgasm he finally gives you nearly shakes your body apart.”
Her eyes widened at his words. The blush that crept up her cheeks validated his words and he had to conceal a smug smile of triumph.
Fallon lowered her gaze and took a sip of her drink. “And is that what you’re suggesting for us? That I give you control in the bedroom?”
And more.
Then he reminded himself to go slow. Take it easy. One step at a time. Ensnare her in his erotic web then tighten the noose. “Does that thought excite you? I believe it does.”
She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Perhaps,” she repeated, anticipation flaring in her eyes.
Yes! Fucking yes!
He leaned back in his chair. Best not to crowd her. Yet.
“I’m glad you like the sambuca. I had a bottle sent up to the suite I keep here.” He pushed his chair back. “I think it’s time to take this upstairs.”
He didn’t ask. He’d learned years ago never to ask or you might get the wrong answer. Just take the lead and expect people to follow. Most of the time they did. It worked this time too. She looked at him questioningly for a moment but he squeezed her hand gently and urged her from her chair. As if the answer were a foregone conclusion, she rose and let him lead her out of the restaurant and across the lobby to the elevator.
In the brushed-bronze interior of the car, he punched a code into a keypad to take them to the top floor. Her eyes widened as they stepped into a foyer and she took in their surroundings. They were in the tower of the hotel, the only suite on the floor. He led her into the living room then went to the bar to pour drinks. It was important this first night that she be receptive to what he intended to do; alcohol would help.
He turned and handed her the glass, touching it with the rim of his. “To an evening of excitement. For both of us.”
He couldn’t miss the little shiver that skated over her and lust surged through him.
“Excitement.” She smiled and sipped her drink slowly.
Setting his glass down, he stroked the line of her jaw then reached back to the tender spot behind her ear that he’d discovered was an erogenous zone. He rubbed his fingertip over it as he lowered his mouth and bit her bottom lip.
She jerked, nearly spilling her drink, but in the next instant he soothed the small hurt with his tongue.
Taking her glass, he placed it next to his own and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. With his other arm around her waist, he trailed his lips over her cheek to the shell of her ear and traced the outline with his tongue.
“Do you know the line between pleasure and pain is a thin one?” he continued, stroking her wrist. “I want to see you completely restrained, unable to move, while I paddle that sweet ass of yours until it burns. Or let you feel the kiss of the flogger or the crop. I want to see how the pain arouses you. Feel how your pussy drips with your juices. Watch your nipples harden.” He bit her earlobe. “Are you wet now, Fallon?”
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled up the fabric of her skirt and reached beneath to find her bikini panties. She was so drenched, his hand was soaked just cupping her cunt through the material. Power surged through him.
Oh yes. She was made for him.
“I want to do that to you, Fallon. Make you submit to me. Do all kinds of things to you. See what level of pain you reach before the pleasure kicks in.” Here was the tricky part. “I know you’ve done that with another man. Enjoyed it. If you don’t want that with me, just walk out the door now and we’re done.”
His arm still banded her, but loosely enough that she could break away if she wanted to. He waited to see if she’d move. When she didn’t, he took a moment to kiss her, stroking his tongue into her mouth and gliding it over hers in a sinuous dance. He’d much rather be sticking it in her pussy but women liked kissing. It softened them, warmed them up, made them more responsive. He didn’t find it unpleasant, just a waste of time.
Breaking contact, he stepped back and let his gaze take her in from head to toe and back again. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven, and the lure of the forbidden flamed in her eyes. Time to kick things up another notch.
“Take off your clothes.”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“Clothes,” he snapped. “Off. Now. I felt how wet you are. That tells me all I need to know.” He cupped her chin, tilting up her face and forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “I don’t take well to resistance.”
For a still moment he thought he’d misjudged badly, but then, with her gaze still locked to his, she began to slowly undress. As she removed each garment and more of her skin was revealed, heat raced through his body and blood rushed to his cock. Her breasts weren’t large but they were still plump, the nipples a delightful shade of rosy brown. The slightly rounded arch of her tummy flowed out to graceful hips and slender thighs.
He preferred a pussy completely waxed but found the thin line of hair striping her lips almost as tempting. A salon appointment would be right up there on the list of things to do quickly. Nothing turned him on more than a bare cunt, open and waiting for him to plunder.
Good. That’s just the way he wanted her.
“Turn.” He made a circular motion with his finger and she moved in a slow circle.
God! Her ass had such a sweet curve to it and the crevice separating her cheeks just begged for his fingers and his cock. He had to grit his teeth as an image of Fallon, naked and spread out before him, tied to the bed, open to whatever he wished, nearly destroyed his concentration. He shoved his clenched fists into his pants pockets to hide his need for self-control.
She waited, hands clasped in front of her, her expression both fearful and hungry, the natural expression for a sub. Better and better. Oh yes. This was going to be even more exciting than he’d thought.
“Follow me.” He turned toward the bedroom, certain she’d be right behind him.
Inside, he turned and, yes, there she was, waiting with that same combination of apprehension and expectation. And curiosity. Good. That curiosity would be her weakness. He was an unknown quantity to her, and like a well-trained sub, she was right to be uncertain. Until she knew exactly how he would treat her. He cupped her cheeks with his palms.
“The women I enjoy are those who are mine in every way,” he told her. “Who never question what I ask of them, never refuse me. In return, I care for their every need, more than they could ever expect.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “I want you to be that woman in my life now, Fallon.”
Tease. Seduce. Draw her in.
He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, urging her to open. When she did, he swept inside again with a devouring kiss, his tongue licking everywhere. Her hands came up to clutch at his wrists. Soon enough he would teach her that touching was done only at his command, but tonight he was just dipping her toe in the water.
When he had kissed her so thoroughly he could sense her readiness, he lifted his head and dropped his hands.
“Submissive pose. Now.”
He swallowed a smile of satisfaction when she dropped gracefully to her knees, head bowed, hands behind her back, and waited for what came next.
“Keep those hands behind your back unless I order you to use them otherwise. To stroke my cock, for example.”
Her lips curved in a tiny smile and satisfaction surged through him. Things were off to a good start.
“When we are together in private,” he continued, “you will immediately undress and assume this position, waiting for my instructions. Is that clear?”
“Yes. It is.”
“And you will always use the proper form of address. I am your Master and you will acknowledge me as such. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I do.” Pause. “Master.”
Okay then. They were on their way.
“Do you know what will happen if you should forget to address me properly?”
“Yes, Master. I do.”
Brian explained anyway. “You will be punished accordingly, just as you will be disciplined for any other infraction or impudence or lack of respect. To be certain you understand, I’m going to show you. Stand up, Slave, and bend over the side of the bed.”
She rose to her feet, somewhat unsteadily because she couldn’t use her hands for balance, but she obeyed him nevertheless. Walking to the bed, she bent over it as he instructed.
“Hands still behind your back and feet spread apart.”
He stared at her, his cock throbbing at the sight of her naked body, cunt fully exposed and every bit of her open to anything he chose to do, exciting him beyond belief.
He had handcuffs stored in the suite, along with a complete range of toys and lotions and gels, but he decided to continue easing her into this. Plenty of time to ramp it up later on.
“Tell me what kind of spanking turns you on,” he said, trailing his fingers over the curve of her buttocks.
“Spanking?” she repeated, but her muscles flexed at just that simple touch.
“Yes. Do you prefer just a bare hand on your ass, like this?” He gave one cheek a light slap. “Or does paddling turn you on more?” When she didn’t answer, he gave a rough laugh. “Never mind. I’d rather start slowly and work our way up. It’s easier for me to gauge your reactions that way.”
He looked around the room. The suite was decorated in the same bawdy fashion as the rest of the hotel, including heavy velvet drapes tied back at the windows. With a slight twist of his fingers, he removed the silken cords that tied the drapes back and approached the bed. He wound one of the cords around her wrists and tied it off.
She tensed but quickly relaxed, and satisfaction surged through him. He had worried she might just tell him to go to hell. Instead she seemed both fascinated and slightly confused…uncertain. He slipped a hand between her thighs, touching her pussy, and smiled in smug satisfaction. Wetter still. Just as he thought; she was turned on by the whole scene.
Excellent.
He leaned forward so his face was close to hers. “I’m going to give you a night that will be more than just memorable; it will put every other night you’ve had to shame. It will leave you with a hunger for more and more and more. And I’m the man who’ll give it to you. Say yes, you accept that.”
“Yes.” The word escaped on a breath.
He lifted a hand and brought it down sharply on one butt cheek.
“Ow!” The word simply escaped from her mouth and she flinched, but then bit her lip.
“That stings, doesn’t it? It’s supposed to. When I’m finished, you’ll find sitting somewhat uncomfortable for a few days. But the pain will be a constant reminder of me and the pleasure I can give you.”
He slapped the other cheek, smiling at the red blush spreading over the skin. God, she heated nicely.
He slapped her cheeks again and again, watching her body jerk at each contact. He enjoyed her reactions, her cries, the rosy hue creeping down her thighs. Enjoyed it all so much he actually had to force himself to stop at twenty smacks. When he finished, he smoothed one hand over the curve of her ass, down the inside of each thigh and probed her cunt again with his fingers.
Damn!
She was so juicy.
He was going to enjoy this more than he’d ever dreamed. Little by little, he’d teach her that the only thing she could trust was his absolute control. Teach her the dangerous penalty for disobeying or displeasing him. He would mold her into exactly what he wanted.
Reaching for her drenched folds again, he slipped one finger up to her clit and rubbed lightly back and forth several times. Little moans escaped her mouth and she tried to push herself down onto his touch. He spanked her ass hard.
“None of that. Stay completely still unless I tell you otherwise.”
He amused himself stimulating her hard knot of sensitive flesh, enjoying even more her struggles to remain still. Two fingers easily slid into her dripping channel. He added a third, twisting them this way and that. He thought for a moment he’d really have to discipline her as he worked, scraping his fingers against her sweet spot.
But she held it together, her pleasure evident in the liquid that flooded his fingers. She made a small sound of protest when he removed his hand, and he delivered two more hard slaps, one to each globe of her buttocks.
“Next time I’ll have to use the flogger,” he said. “Let you know I mean business.”
He unwrapped the rope from her wrists and lifted her from the bed, turning her to face him.
“Submissive pose.”
At once she dropped to her knees, head bowed, hands again behind her back.
“You may move your hands and unzip my fly.”
When she did, he saw the slight tremble in her fingers. Good. She obviously wanted to please him. He couldn’t wait to educate her as to his particular desires. But one step at a time.
“Take out my cock and put it in your mouth,” he directed. “Lick it and rub it on your tongue.”
He was already hard as a spike.
When her delicate tongue touched the skin of his shaft, he clenched his own hands to maintain control. He never, ever lost control with a sub, and tonight would be no exception. He wanted to maintain this feeling until the last possible moment.
“You know what to do,” he went on. “Lick me. Suck me. Deep-throat me. Work me until I tell you I’m ready to come.”
She wasn’t quite an expert at it but neither was she an amateur. She used her mouth, her tongue and her fingers with an unexpected skill. Her hot mouth surrounded him, her slim fingers gripped his shaft and she worked him and worked him until his balls tightened and he felt the familiar chill at the base of his spine.
“Now. Make me come now, Slave.”
And she did, taking him deep in her throat and tightening her lips around him as he spurted again and again into her mouth. Her throat muscles contracted as she swallowed every drop.
Jesus Christ!
Brian closed his eyes and let the intense feeling wash over him, riding it as long as he could. Finally he opened his eyes and looked down at her.
“Clean me with your tongue. Make sure you get any drops that escaped. Then tuck me back into my trousers.”
When she had done so, he reached down and touched her chin with two fingers, tilting up her face.
“Good for the first time with me. You’ll learn more about the way I like it each time we’re together. You may rise now.”
More than her hands were trembling as she got to her feet and waited for what came next.
“Put your clothes on.”
Her eyes widened. “But I didn’t— I mean—”
“No orgasm? No, Slave. Not tonight. Tonight was for my pleasure only. And for you to experience the joy of servicing me.”
She looked as if she wanted to say something but changed her mind. Good.
“This is about you understanding that your responses are controlled by me. I will decide how and when you can climax. How much pleasure you receive. And because you’re denied immediate satisfaction, you will appreciate it all the more when I give you permission. How well you obey me will determine just how long you have to teeter on that edge.” He permitted himself a tiny smile. “Next time we’ll take care of that little itch. Now, your clothing.”