She slowly rose, snatching her panties from the counter and slipping her feet into them, pulling them up over her still sore bottom.
Once they were in place, she watched him as he stared at the zipper, the bulge in his pants growing larger. She fought the urge to run her hands over his denim-covered cock.
“Come here,” he said, his voice deeper, rougher than it had been moments before.
She couldn’t suppress the smile that spread upon her face as she went to him. He pulled her to stand between his legs, his forefinger flicking the zipper clasp. “I love these panties. I almost didn’t spank you because I wanted to play with these instead.” He smiled at her, and her heart skipped a beat. He leaned in, kissing her belly, his lips trailing down to her panties. When he clutched the zipper in his teeth, she gasped, his face so close, it made her clit quiver.
Those large hands each grasped a cheek, holding her still while he buried his nose between her lush labia, pressing on the now hardened bundle of nerves there. Caroline couldn’t contain the growl that rose from her throat, and she ran her hands over his bald head, marveling again at how much she loved gliding them over the soft, smooth skin.
Warm, moist heat enveloped her sex when his tongue pressed onto the purple panties, teasing the bundle of nerves, each tantalizing flick making her hips jerk.
Good God!
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, her body trembling, quaking, thrusting. He rumbled a groan, the sound vibrating upon and through her pussy, her sex clenching, seeking to be filled.
“Oh, God!” She threw her head back knowing she’d be coming soon — and without permission — if he kept this up. Thankfully, she didn’t have to beg for permission, Maxim extracting his tongue from her now very wet underwear.
“Widen your legs, and knees bent,” he murmured. “I want to play with this zipper.”
She spread them only to have him tap the inside of her right thigh, forcing her to open them further, remembering to bend her knees to give him more room. His large fingers grasped the pull at the zipper, tugging slowly, the rasp of the metal teeth separating something she felt more than heard. As the panties spread open, Maxim pushed a digit between her slick lips, gliding in the juices that had gathered at the tight seam.
Her thighs shook, her sex pulsing, she stiffened, her sex squeezing him, accompanied by her low, long whine. “Oh... Oh, Maxim!”
That deliciously evil finger found her g-spot, forcing her to widen her stance again, wanting to give him all the wiggle room he needed. Anything, as long as he continued with what he was doing. Her gasps increased in pace at his persistent massaging of that special area. She swore there would be a shine left on it after the polishing he was giving it.
“Maxim! Oh… I’m coming!”
“No.” He dragged that word out enough that she made eye contact with those chocolate eyes once more. “You ask first.”
She swore he increased the pace of his stroking just to compel her obedience, to see if she’d comply.
“May I, Sir. Please?”
“Very nice, girl. Yes.” That dimple on his cheek popped out with the lopsided grin he gave her, that smile confirmation that he knew she was putty in his hands now.
She screamed, her sex squeezing and milking those digits, clamping his arm between her thighs as well while he pinched the flesh of her bottom with his other hand. Once the tremors lessened, she relaxed her body, dropping her head to his shoulder, trying to catch her breath, feeling the smooth skin of his palms rubbing her back and buttocks.
The sound of his belt being unbuckled made her straighten quickly though, and she watched him pull the tail through the buckle expertly with one hand. He released his large cock from his pants, stroking the silky length, her mouth watering in response. A bead of pre-cum pooled at the head of his penis, teasing her. Impulsively, she leaned down and licked it off.
“You will ask permission before you do something like that again, ozornoy devochka! As a submissive, you take your orders from me first. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir. What does that mean?”
“Bad girl. I have feeling that you hear that often.”
He reached between her legs, drawing down the zipper until it exposed the whole of her sex, even her bottom hole. “Now, I wish to fuck you with these zipper panties still on your gorgeous ass.”
He stood then, pushing her onto her back on the kitchen table, shoving dishes aside in the process.
“Oh, God, Maxim. Maybe we should just—”
“Quiet, girl. This is where I’m fucking you.” Lifting her legs so that they draped over his shoulders, he pulled her hips to the edge of the table, sliding his cock slowly and sensually between her slick labia, her sex clenching upon him. Fitting the broad head of his penis at her entrance, he drove into her with a single, hard thrust, filling her completely, nearly to the point of uncomfortableness. She expelled the air from her lungs, sighing at the fullness, even as he stilled within her, letting her adjust. He jerked inside her then, rubbing upon sensitive spots deep inside, her hips slowly matching his movements with her own.
Maxim’s eyes glazed with a predatory stare, his hips slapping against her still sensitive, spanked bottom, his balls smacking against her ass. He enveloped her mouth with his own, devouring her, his tongue plunging, tasting, licking. Moaning into her mouth, he gripped her long hair in his fists, his cock pounding into her pussy, and she dug her fingernails into his biceps and shoulders.
He straightened, the muscles in his neck corded, nostrils flared, with his fingers clamping onto her hips, bracing her body as he pistoned into her.
“Sir!” She screamed it, following it with the only word she could manage to form. “Permission!”
He growled his response, itself barely intelligible. “Yeeeesssss!”
She swore she’d gone blind, if only for a few moments, unable to see anything but bright spots before her eyes as she growled and groaned with her release, so long and harsh, that her throat burned when she finally grew silent. His own roar accompanied hers, and she opened her eyes in time to see his head thrown back, his mouth open, every muscle in his body taut as he hammered against her, shooting the last bit of his seed deep inside, the warm liquid filling her completely, his essence dripping down between them. Her own body, unable to hold still, continued to thrust upward, until she felt herself rising and falling over the cliff again, another orgasm overtaking her body, her hot sex milking his spent cock, drawing a strangled moan from between his clenched teeth.
“Jesus!” he shouted, falling upon her, ecstasy leaving his body sweaty, his gasps for air harsh against her neck. “Christ, Lena. That was… better than any workout I could’ve given you.”
She giggled, still trying to catch her breath herself. “No, shit!”
Chapter Fifteen
Derek sat in his office, waiting for the headline to pop up on the app for The Gazette he had on his phone. He’d been waiting for an hour already, barely able to breathe in his anticipation.
He couldn’t sit like this for another half hour. He rose from his chair behind the desk, and started on his fourth walk this morning. He strolled by Mark’s office, noting the man had finally made it into work. Derek stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.
“The Gazette said they’d be posting the headline today and sending it to all the other public outlets.” Derek raked his hands through his hair, pacing in front of Mark’s desk. “I’ve been checking my damn phone constantly. I’m gonna go nuts before the fucking story posts.”
“Derek, if Jim said the article would post this morning, it’ll post. You should go out to eat or something, take your mind off of it.”
Derek sighed. “I already went out to eat. I’ve been up since four-thirty this morning.”
“Are you having doubts? Wondering if you should be doing this?” Mark stopped typing on his keyboard to look over his shoulder at him.
Derek stopped, furrowing his eyebrows. “Hell, no! I’ve been waiting for
this opportunity for years. I don’t regret it for a minute. I’ve made contacts and connections everywhere, hoping that the day would come that I would need someone, something to help me bring her to her knees.”
Mark raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. I’m just checking.”
“Fuck your computer. Come with me to the coffee shop. My treat. I need to walk and burn off some of this useless adrenalin pumping through my body.”
Mark rose from his desk just as the app chimed on Derek’s phone.
Derek dug his phone out of his pocket. “It’s a headline.” He scrolled through the screens. “It’s here!”
He scrolled with his finger some more. “There. I pulled it up.” He scanned it.
He hit the button on the front of the phone, turning the screen black, then put it back in his pocket. “Now, we just sit and wait, Mark. It’s begun — and Ms. Caroline Turner is history. Turner Marketing will soon be Miller Advertising.” He extended his hand, and Mark shook it. “Congratulations. Our lives have just got a lot better.”
* * *
Caroline woke up earlier than she’d expected — and finding Maxim’s head between her legs, sucking her clit tightly, nibbling on the sensitive nub and slick lips of her labia. She arched her back, twisting her hips under his expert mouth. Before she could reach under the sheet and guide his head further, his deep voice rumbled against her pussy. “Hands above your head.”
She whined. She didn’t like waking up to orders before her feet so much as touched the floor. Besides, she liked being a little in control — even if it was just some of the time. But she also knew that he wouldn’t let her get away with defying an order either. In the short time that they’d been seeing each other, she’d been disciplined enough to know that listening to him made her day at work far more comfortable.
He continued to lick and suck her until she was sighing loudly, her right hand sliding down to her breast, pinching and pulling on the pebbled nipple, the sensation shooting directly to her sex. “Oh! Ohhh!”
“Girl, your hands better not be on those gorgeous sis’ki. I want those above your head.”
How the hell did he know?
She put them back, clutching her pillow.
His tongue thrust inside her, heightening her arousal. When she thought she could take no more, her orgasm almost upon her, he pulled away, gripping her hips and flipping her over onto her belly. “Ass up, baby.”
She drew her knees under her body, elevating her hips, widening he knees. She stiffened at the snap of the bottle of lube being opened behind her. He’d be preparing her anus next. Without preamble, his fingers thrust the warming lube into her, prodding, dilating her. He eased out of her back entrance, then eased more fingers into her, widening her even more.
“Breathe, girl. Push back. Let me in there.” He continued to prod her entrance, adding more lubricant, priming her.
The head of his cock slid into her rosebud, and she exhaled, willing herself to push back, allowing him to enter her. He took his time, easing in only a little at a time until he was up to the hilt. His fingers manipulated her clit as he thrust, her arousal and his gentleness keeping her right on the edge. He swiveled his hips, slowly slipping in, the moist sounds of her pussy accompanying his movements. Caroline pushed back upon him, seeking the fullness only he provided, her breasts swaying with the rocking of her body. She whined and groaned in rhythm to the slapping sound of his flesh smacking against her ass. Faster, harder, the intensity climbed until she screamed with her orgasm, not even having time to ask before she catapulted over the cliff.
Maxim growled deep in his chest, his hot semen filling her dark hole, the hot fluid coating her channel, warming her insides.
“Well, that was better than an alarm clock,” she said, letting her head fall back upon the mattress, Maxim slumped over her back, his breath coming hard and fast.
“What was that a few minutes ago?” Through phrased as a question, it was more than mere curiosity.
“Uhm. It just kinda happened.” She held her breath, hoping he believed her. She’d been pretty good about asking permission, and she sure didn’t want to have a couple swats of the paddle before leaving for work this morning.
“I’ll believe you — this time. From now on though, you ask — even if you think you aren’t close. I won’t be as forgiving next time.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His cock slipped out of her as he climbed off the bed, heading to the bathroom to clean up. Caroline rolled onto her side, listening to the water run in the bathroom as she looked over at the clock. She still had fifteen minutes before she had to be in the shower.
He came back into the room, opening drawers, gathering his clothes to get dressed. “Why don’t you get in the shower? I’ll start your breakfast and have your lunch ready for work by the time you come out.”
He leaned over, slapping her bottom — hard.
“That hurt!” she said, pouting at him.
“Good! Get up, or you’ll get more. We don’t want you running late and getting yourself in trouble.”
Caroline climbed off the bed, rubbing her stinging backside. Making her way to the bathroom, she climbed into the shower, sighing as the hot water sluiced over her skin.
She was going to be weighed tomorrow! She’d been taking laxatives and diet pills all week, and her clothes were looser. She knew that when it came time, Maxim would be amazed at the amount she’d lost.
Now, if she could just start feeling well again. She’d been dizzy and nauseous for days. In the end, it had been worth the risks — and the short-term effects on her body. Her goal was to show Maxim how hard she’d been trying, and to demonstrate to Derek how successful her fitness trainer had been. She had a stash of pills here, but on the mornings that she couldn’t get away from Maxim, she kept some in her desk at work too. That way, she didn’t have to worry about any trouble.
A part of Caroline worried about Maxim discovering what she’d been doing. He’d said that he’d “blister her ass” if he determined that she’d been struggling with anorexia or bulimia again. She should have said something and confessed, but part of her didn’t want him to “fix it.” She wanted to continue with what she’d been doing — even though she knew it was wrong and unhealthy.
She understood the psychological factors, knew that it was about control. Only she could control her body — although she’d given Maxim consent to control her body in practically every way. But, she knew that dieting would cause a relapse of her illnesses. Still, she actually enjoyed it on some level. Most people hated the sensation of their stomach growling, yet she found an odd comfort in it. She stopped telling people; it wasn’t something that most people could understand anyway. So, she kept it to herself.
She didn’t want to hurt herself, or become sick. That had never been her goal. Even in college, once Avery figured out what Caroline was dealing with, her stubborn best friend hovered over her, making sure she was okay. Part of her had been glad that Avery cared about her so much. Caroline had responded to Avery’s care, love, and persistent diligence — all of which were required to keep her from being consumed by her self-destructive behaviors.
Is that what I’m doing this time? Am I waiting for him to find out, and then hope he exhibits the same love and care that Avery did?
She hadn’t thought about it that way before. Maybe that was it?
Now was not the time to think about that though. She needed to ingest her pills before he came searching for her. Caroline’s only concern today was to stick to her diet, take her pills, and eat as little as possible.
* * *
Maxim dropped some dehydrated berries into the oatmeal before putting it on simmer. He placed the bowl of fresh fruit in front of her spot at the counter, sitting down with his laptop, opening it up to The Gazette to read the news. After reading the world news, he scrolled to the business section.
What he saw, made him inhale loudly.
Caroline Turner Hires Illegal Immigrants.
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His first reaction was fear, then the anger boiled up within him. How dare they? Lies. He had his legal documents, and he’d lived in New York City before. Thankfully, he had made sure all his paperwork was in order before he ever signed them with Caroline.
He had a more pressing concern though: how to break this to Caroline, and how to keep her emotionally stable during the process that would inevitably follow. The press would be hounding her, if they weren’t already standing outside her penthouse. Jason would certainly know.
Maxim would just have to keep her safe. But, she needed to get past the reporters and paparazzi to get to work and calm the Board and her staff — but first, she needed to get there safely.
“Hey sexy, thanks for the wake-up call this morning.” Caroline ran her hand over his shoulders, her kiss slow and languid, before she sat at her spot at the counter. “This fruit looks amazing.”
“You’re welcome, Caro.” He stood to get her a cup of coffee, noticing her eyes scanning his open laptop.
“What. The. Fu—”
“Caroleena! Keep yourself calm.” He sat down next to her, grabbing her hand. “Look at me.”
When she finally pulled herself away from the laptop, looking at him, sparks practically flew from her eyes, her nostrils flared, teeth gritted.
He talked to her calmly and slowly, as one might a fractious animal. “It’s all lies. We know it’s lies. We will contact your attorney — and the Board. I have all my paperwork in order.”
“How could this happen? How? I did all the right things.” Her eyes darted to the laptop then she looked at him once more, eyebrows drawn together, her confusion plain as she stared at him.
“I know you did. Do you know someone who would want to destroy you with lies? Someone who is hoping it will ruin you?” Maxim would tear him apart with his bare hands. She didn’t deserve this.
“Oh, I definitely know who did this. Derek Miller. He’s been my nemesis since the beginning of my career. We both vied for this business. The board selected me over him, due to his underhanded tactics and his vindictiveness. He’s been trying to find a way to destroy me ever since.” She leapt up, her stocking feet pacing on the shiny white tile. “I swear to God, I’ll go over there this morning and confront him. He can’t just get away with making up lies about me! Everyone is going to see this, and believe it. He knows that.”
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