by Amber Heart
“Have you made the call?”
“Yes,” Lucy confirmed. “They’re just waiting on Mr. Sullivan’s signature. Should I fax the documents?”
Ms. Andrews shook her head. “That’s what I stopped by to tell you. Mr. Sullivan will be in the office later this afternoon.”
“I thought he was still in Paris.”
“He was able to leave early. He thought he’d have to focus on the midtown building deal much more.”
Lucy grinned. “I guess I freed up some time for him. Think he’ll give me a raise?”
“I don’t know about a raise, but I wouldn’t be surprised to find a little something extra at bonus time.”
Lucy leaned back in her chair. “Really?”
“Mr. Sullivan is an incredibly generous employer.”
Ms. Andrews walked away, leaving Lucy to contemplate the thought of a bonus. It certainly couldn’t hurt. Rent in the city was through the roof.
The door opened and she looked up. “Welcome to Sullivan Commercial Realty,” she said cheerfully. “How can I. Oh.”
Sam Sullivan smiled at her. “I don’t think we’ve met.”
She could feel herself going red, but she tried to be professional. Lucy stood and shook the hand he held out. “I’m Lucy Fox.”
“Sam Sullivan.”
His eyes were so dark. She leaned forward just a bit to see them better. She’d never seen such a deep blue eyes before. When she realized what she was doing, she pushed herself upright again.
“Would you like me to page someone, or were you going directly to your office?” She’d managed to sound professional, at least.
“I think I can track them down,” he said.
“All right. I was heading to lunch...”
“It was a pleasure, Ms. Fox.”
Sam Sullivan’s smile was killer. Lucy couldn’t help but return it. Still basking in it, she didn’t notice her notebook tumble out of the overfilled bag. She certainly didn’t notice that it landed splayed open to a very detailed sketch. But Sam Sullivan did.
He scooped it up. What he should do was put it in the girl’s desk. What he did instead was slide it into his pocket. Opportunities like this didn’t come along every day.
****
Lucy came back from lunch in a cold sweat. The notebook that she’d never so much as let anyone even peek at was somewhere in the office with the billionaire owner of the entire company that she worked for. No pressure.
She dropped to the floor behind her desk and reached under. Nothing.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“Ms. Fox?”
“Mr. Sullivan? Ow!”
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She rubbed her head where she’d smacked it on the desk and stood. “Just fine.”
“May I see you in my office?”
She swallowed hard. “Of course.”
Sam ushered her into his office and gestured to a chair. “Sit.”
“I believe this is yours,” he said, resting his fingers on the red cover of her notebook.
“I...yes.”
“I’d like to discuss it.”
“Understandable.”
Sam flipped to a page near the middle. It was a drawing of a woman, from the back. Her hips were rounded, her ass perky, and her arms bound with intricate ropework. She was looking over her shoulder, a ball gag between her full lips and excitement in her sultry eyes.
“Did you draw these?”
She couldn’t look at him. He was sitting there, fresh from Paris and dressed in Armani, richer and more powerful than she could ever dream, and he was looking at her kink drawings.
“Yes.” She wished he’d get to the firing before she blushed to death.
“Do you have any experience doing the things you’ve drawn?”
She stared.
“I know how that sounds,” Sam went on, still as composed as if he was brokering a deal for some land. “And I’ll be completely honest with you.”
Her heart began to pound as he leaned toward her, those dark eyes locked on her.
“I have. And I’d love to do it again. With you.” He held up a hand and gave a half smile. “And no, I don’t make this offer very often. And never to a woman who works for me.”
Her breath caught in her throat. All of those drawings in her notebook...people had lived them? She’d known it was a lifestyle, but somehow she’d never expected to encounter someone who actually did it.
“Well?”
Sam’s demeanor was a bit more commanding now. Was this how he’d be in the bedroom? Lucy shivered. To see those eyes as she came around him?
“No. I haven’t.”
He walked around the desk and leaned back against it, looking down at her.
“Would you like to?”
Lucy was completely flustered. “I...we barely...we haven't even kissed!”
“Is that what’s holding you back?”
Sam Sullivan’s firm lips curved into a wicked grin as he pulled her to her feet, tugging her against his chest. His head dipped and his mouth took hers. Slowly. Deliciously.
His teeth closed over her bottom lip and she gasped at the pleasure.
“Good girl,” Sam said, speaking against her lips.
Lucy gripped his jacket, shocked at the visceral effect of his compliment. She was trembling when he pulled back.
“You don’t have to decide now,” Sam said casually. He handed her a card. “If you’re interested then be at this address Saturday morning.”
Lucy walked back to her desk, her whole body thrumming. Saturday was only two days away. Two days to decide if she had the guts to live her fantasy.
Chapter Two
Lucy pulled up the long driveway and stopped in front of the massive house that the card had indicated. She hadn’t spoken to Sam Sullivan since the Thursday afternoon when he’d kissed her so thoroughly. She had, however, done her background research on him. She wasn’t an idiot and she certainly didn’t want to end up in a freezer.
Everything she’d discovered about him was exemplary. He was a philanthropist and he’d once had his head shaved at an event for children’s cancer research. Her subtle inquires at work had turned up only good things as well.
She glanced up and saw the door being held open for her.
“I’m sorry,” she called.
“There’s no need to be,” the man holding the door assured her. “You’re Ms. Lucy Fox, I assume?”
“Yes, thank you,” she said as she stepped inside.
Everything in sight looked as normal as obvious wealth could look. She’d been a bit afraid that she was going to walk into some kind of leather and latex dungeon. Instead the hallway was open and airy with dark hardwood floors.
“You came.”
Lucy turned and saw Sam standing on the staircase. Lucy’s heart slammed against her ribs a few times. He looked amazing in the tailored suits he worked and made appearances in. He looked even more amazing in dark jeans and a light gray cotton henley shirt.
She’d discovered in her research that he loved rock climbing. It showed in these clothes. The thin fabric molded to his flat stomach and muscular chest and the jeans hugged an incredibly nice ass. Lucy swallowed hard at the thought of having that body over hers.
“I looked into you,” she said. “No evidence that you’re a serial killer.”
Sam laughed, joining her in the hallway. “Smart move. Would you like a drink before we go?”
“I think that might be a good idea.”
“Wine?”
“Do you have whiskey?”
“I knew I liked you.” He gestured for her to precede him. “Second door on your left.”
She opened the door and walked into a study. There was a decanter on the edge of the desk and he poured her a drink. Lucy managed to refrain from doing it like a shot.
“There are a few things that I think it would be good to go over,” Sam said. “First of all, safewords.”
Lucy nodde
d in relief.
He leaned back against the desk. “The safeword I’d like you to use is sapphire.”
She nodded. “Can I ask why?”
“You can always ask.” He sipped his whiskey. “It’s multisyllabic, so I’ll recognize it even if you’re gagged. Also, it’s not a word that normally gets used in conversation, so it will always register to me.”
“What are we going to do today?” she asked, suddenly nervous. She took a long drink of her whiskey.
“We’re not going to have sex. I won’t take that step until you’re sure you’re ready. What I’d like to do is take you shopping and then to a play.”
Lucy blinked. “Oh.”
He set his empty glass down and stepped close, towering over her. “You look let down.”
There was a smile in Sam’s eyes, but his words were stern. Her stomach went tight.
“No.”
He tilted her chin. “I’m going to have to insist on your honesty, Lucy.”
She cleared her throat slightly. “All right. I suppose I thought there would be something...else.”
Sam smiled. “I like to leave a few surprises.”
She watched his face as he spoke. He really was incredibly handsome and she liked his simple crew cut. There would be just enough on top for her to get her fingers in. If he let her. She shivered.
“What are you thinking about?”
Damn, he’d seen. A brief glance from him made her aware that her nipples had gone tight as well.
“You,” she admitted.
He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Good girl.”
“Are you planning to buy me a dress?”
“You need something to wear tonight. I didn’t want you to have to buy something since it was my idea.”
“But...it feels a little odd. Since you’re...well...rich.”
He looked at her. “This is what I’m here for. I’m your dom for tonight and I want you do have a dress. I want to pay for it because I want to take care of you.”
She chewed a thumbnail. “What does it mean to you to dominate me?”
Sam cast her another of those amazing smiles. “Another good question. It means that you’re mine to protect, to spoil, to tease, and to fuck. It means that I want to make your life better. That I want to make you smile.”
“And what do you want from me?”
“Obedience in some things and testing in others,” he said promptly. “I want you to allow me to show you new things and take you to places you’ve never been before. Literally and figuratively. What I want from you, Lucy, is an intelligent counterpart to play with.”
Lucy raised her chin and he leaned forward, taking her mouth with his once again, his tongue teasing against hers until she moaned.
“What do you say?” he asked, drawing back slowly.
“Let’s go buy a dress. Sir.”
****
Back at Sam’s later, Lucy turned in front of the mirror. The dress had looked simple until she put it on. Then it had come to life just as Sam had predicted. Deep red and sleeveless, it was tight to the waist and then flared out at the hips. It was a flattering length as well, just above the knee. She pulled on the black pumps he’d bought her and then slipped on the black trench coat and belted it.
She wasn’t wearing any jewelry, but she was wearing an accessory. Lucy squirmed, all too aware of it suddenly.
When they’d gotten back to Sam’s house, he’d taken her upstairs and shown her around. Then, as casually as if they were still discussing the play, he’d opened a box and said, “I want you to wear this tonight.”
Inside the box was a dildo and what looked like a remote control. Sam had stepped up behind her, moving her hair off of her neck and pressing his lips there, then speaking into her ear.
“I want you to use a little lube,” he said. “But not much. Just enough to help you slide it in. This part here...” He reached out, dragging one finger down the toy. “This will rest on your clit and vibrate when I want it to.”
Her voice barely more than a whisper, she’d said, “When you want it to?”
Sam had pulled the sleek black remote out of the box and put it into his pocket. “Yes. Then secure it around your hips here.” He’d indicated soft fabric straps. “If you have trouble, let me know.”
Now that she was ready to go, she took a deep breath. As she moved, she felt the stiff toy inside her move with her. It wasn’t terribly big, but it was thick, making her very aware of its presence.
“Ready?” Sam asked.
He escorted her to the car. That was when she realized that she’d have to sit. Sam watched her, his dark eyes lighting mischievously as she lowered herself gently to the front seat. The toy slid deeper, nudging her g-spot and making her catch her breath.
He walked around without comment and started the car. Lucy buckled her seatbelt with shaking hands. When was he going to use the remote? Surely soon. The car windows were tinted and she could orgasm without anyone noticing.
She waited, but he didn’t even reach for the remote. Instead he talked to her about the play, an adaptation of one of his favorite books, and about how he’d been hoping to see it but just hadn’t made the time. All while she grew wetter and wetter around the thick toy.
When they went over a small bump in the road she couldn't hold back a small moan. He reached out and rested his hand high on her thigh, but he didn’t acknowledge her arousal in any other way.
By the time they’d reached the theater her knees were shaking. Sam supported her as they walked in and then up to a private box. It was to the side of the other seating, but lower than the highest seats. When the lights went down, Sam hit the remote.
Lucy gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth. Sam grinned. She shook her head frantically and he leaned close.
“What’s wrong?”
“People will see!”
“The lights are down. And if you’re worried about the seat above us, the curtains on the side of the box block us.”
The vibration increased as she glanced to the side and her hips moved of their own accord, driving the toy deeper. Then it stopped.
She looked up at Sam. He kissed her quickly and turned his attention back to the play. Lucy tried to do the same.
An hour in, she didn’t care about decorum anymore. She was rocking her hips in her seat, driving the toy against her g-spot, desperate to come. Somehow he always knew when she was close and stopped just before. This time when it stopped, she moaned.
“You’re shaking,” he said, his voice deep and low. “I wish I could feel it around my cock.”
“I’d let you fuck me right here if you’d just let me come,” she gasped. Her clit was throbbing, her panties were nearly soaked, her nipples were so tight that it was painful.
“I might take you up on that someday. For now, should I let you come?”
Lucy nodded frantically, her hips still working on the shaft. “I’m so close, please!”
“Kiss me while you do.”
She raised her lips eagerly and he turned on the vibrations again. An orgasm hit so swiftly that she nearly screamed. Her hips jerked as she fucked the toy as hard as she could.
“Yes, yes,” she murmured against his firm mouth. “Oh God, yes.”
Then the vibration grew more intense. “Sam, what...oh...” They went higher still. “Oh, please, I can’t. I can’t do it again.”
“Yes, you can,” he assured her, one hand stealing down to tweak her aching nipples. “You’ll come till you beg me to let you stop.”
She was on the verge again. Her body was so sensitive after having to wait for so long. This orgasm was even longer and much more intense. She gripped his jacket and rode it out, moaning low as she begged him to stop.
“You remember the word?” Sam asked.
She nodded.
“Good girl.”
Her head fell back. She didn’t know how long she rode the waves of pleasure or how many times she came, but eventually she realized th
at Sam was pulling the remote out and the vibrations stopped. She caught her breath. The play was over? He’d kept her in that state for more than two hours!
He was clapping as the actors bowed and so she did the same, trying to get herself under control. It wasn’t easy. She’d been near another orgasm and she squirmed in her seat, trying to go over the edge. It didn’t work and she had to stop when he pulled her to her feet.