by Opal Carew
He had saved her company.
“Sweetheart, I love you. I have always done whatever I can to protect you. You may have felt it was controlling, but…” His lips brushed against her temple. “I could just never stand to see you hurt.”
She eased back and stared up at him as she blinked back the tears.
“So Sandy was wrong? The company is not being sold?”
He tipped his head. “No, she’s not wrong. The company is being sold. To me.”
Her gut reaction was to push him away, assuming he was taking control. That his attitude was that she’d had her chance to run a company… and failed. Now he’d take over and do what she couldn’t.
But he deserved better than that. This weekend had changed everything she thought she’d known about him.
He smiled. “When I heard via my sources that Bill had received an offer for the company, I had one of my subordinate companies make a better offer. He was chomping at the bit to get his hands on all that money. It was clear that he doesn’t have the same love of this company as you do. He knew you’d never go for it, so he decided to get your angel investor on-board, not knowing it was me. I instructed my representative to let him believe I was on board. He also reached out to other big investors, intent on getting a majority vote. I already had an extra chunk of stock I’d bought and when I saw what he was doing, I bought more.”
“Why did you have extra stock?” She didn’t want to believe it was because he wanted control.
He laughed and stroked her cheek. “Because, sweetheart, I believe in you. I knew your company was a good investment.”
Hearing him say those words made her heart swell. He believes in me. Tears started to flow again.
“But, you know, I don’t see why you need a partner. Especially one who doesn’t share your passion. So I did buy the company. Bill will get his money, and so will the other investors. Your company will be privately owned again.”
“By you.”
He shook his head. “No. By you. The company will flourish with you at the helm. I’ve already signed the papers transferring ownership to you.”
“You’re giving me the company?”Joyful relief surged through her.
He nodded.
“You can’t just give it to me. You invested the majority of the money.”
“And you invested your heart.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her. “It’s yours.”
Her heart soared. He did believe in her.
And he did love her. He’d just proven that.
He knew she was strong and capable and he was willing to put a huge amount of money behind that belief.
She shook her head. “No. I think it should be fifty-fifty.”
“Yeah? Why is that?”
She rested her hand on his cheek. “Because I think that’s how it should be between a husband and wife.”
She nearly laughed out loud at the shock in his eyes.
“Are you saying…?”
She took his hand as she sank to her knees. “Zane, I love you with all my heart. I know you will always care for me and protect me. I know I can trust you with my life.” She smiled. “And I’ve learned a lot about how to give up control after this past weekend. So I want to spend my life obeying you.” She stared straight into his steady blue gaze. “Will you marry me?”
He chuckled and pulled her to her feet and straight into his arms. His tongue delved deep, claiming her with a passion that took her breath away. When he released her mouth, she could barely breathe.
“Yes.”
It was her turn to laugh, then she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, her heart pounding in her chest.
His hand stroked down her back and over her ass, then he pulled her tight to him. The hard bulge against her belly told her he’d missed her as much as she’d missed him. She knelt down again, stroking her hand from his chest to his growing cock. The feel of his hard shaft beneath the fine wool of his suit pants sent her heart racing. She unzipped him and pulled out his big, pulsing cock, already steel-hard with wanting her. She smiled as she admired his length, her hand stroking slowly from base to tip.
She gazed up at him. “What would you like me to do, Master Zane?”
“You’ve just become head of your own company.” He smiled. “I’d like you to take control.”
She stood up. “Really?”
She stepped back, unbuttoning her blouse as her gaze glided up and down his body. His swollen cock twitched under her scrutiny. She dropped her blouse to the floor and ran her fingertips over the swell of her breasts, watching his eyes darken.
“I want you naked,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said as he took off his suit jacket.
She watched hungrily as he unfastened the buttons of his shirt, one-by-one, slowly revealing his broad chest. The first peek at his sculpted abs sent her heart pumping faster. He shed his shirt, then unfastened the button of his pants—she’d already undone the zipper. He pushed them down, along with his underwear, and stepped out of them. Then he stood up. Fully and gloriously naked.
Heat hummed through her at the sight of him. So incredibly masculine. So strong and dominant. Yet willing to give control to her.
She reached around behind her and unfastened her skirt, then pushed it to the floor.
“What would you like to do to me?” she asked coyly.
“Whatever will make you happy, Mistress.”
“Then come here and take off my bra.”
As he stepped closer, her heart-rate increased. His arms went around her and his fingers played along her back, then the bra released. He eased the straps from her shoulders, the feel of his fingertips brushing her skin sending tingles dancing along her flesh. Then he drew the bra from her breasts, revealing them.
Her nipples puckered at his heated gaze.
“You are beautiful, Mistress. What would you like me to do now?”
“I want you to caress my breasts.”
He enveloped her breasts in his hands, then stroked her nipples with his thumbs, until they were hard and needy.
“Take one in your mouth,” she murmured.
His head dipped down then she felt moistness encompass her hard nub as he wrapped his lips around it. He nudged it with his tongue, then sucked softly. She groaned at the exquisite sensations. He moved to her other breast, suckling it until she could barely stand.
“Take off my panties.” Her hoarse voice reflected her need.
He drew them down, his hot gaze lingering on her pussy.
“I want you to touch me… lick me…” she ran her fingers down her stomach then over her slick folds. “Here.”
She moved to the couch and sat down, opening her legs wide to him.
He smiled as he knelt in front of her. “Of course, Mistress.”
The first touch of his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Heat blossomed inside her as his fingers glided over her intimate flesh. Then he leaned forward and when his tongue touched her, she moaned. He lapped over her sensitive flesh, then nuzzled in deep. Her fingers curled around his head, gliding through the thick waves of his hair.
Pulling him closer. He lifted his head and she groaned.
“Would you like me to make you come, Mistress?”
“Oh, yes. Please.”
He chuckled. His fingers stroked her slit, then one glided inside. His talented tongue found her clit and he swirled over it. Another finger slid inside her and he stroked her passage. Pleasure washed through her. Then he began to suckle her clit and it flared to joyous abandon as she gave herself over to him. His fingers glided in and out of her as his mouth mastered her clitoris, driving her joy higher and higher. She pulled his head tighter to her as she rode the wave to new heights. Ecstatic waves of divine bliss pummeled her until she moaned in release.
He continued to stroke and suckle until finally the orgasm relented, leaving her breathlessly draped against the couch.
He stared at her, a warm smile on his face.
“Well, if Mistress wishes…” And he leaned forward again.
She laughed, pressing her hand to his shoulder to stop him. Then she pulled him in for a kiss. His lips met hers, brushing softly, then he deepened the kiss. He was leaning over her, his knees against the couch, and she could feel his hard, thick cock brushing her stomach.
And she wanted it inside so much. She could just wrap her hand around it and position it against her, then he would drive forward, filling her with his thick shaft.
But not yet. She wanted… something…
She nuzzled her lips along his cheek to his ear, then murmured, “Stand up.”
He stood, then offered her hand and pulled her to her feet.
They stood facing other, her breasts almost brushing his chest. She closed the distance, her hard nipples pressing against him, and grasped his shoulders.
“I want you to smack my bottom.”
He smacked, sending a burning heat across her skin.
“Again.”
She moaned at the feel of his hand connecting with her ass.
“Again”, she insisted, as she ground against him, feeling his steel hard rod digging into her flesh.
He smacked again and she moaned.
She turned around, moved behind the armchair and leaned over, exposing her ass to him.
“Now I want you to spank me as you push your cock into me.”
The glint in his eye as he walked toward her sent her insides fluttering.
He stepped behind her and she felt his hand stroke over her burning ass. Then the tip of his hot, thick cockhead pressed against her slick flesh. He eased forward, just a bit, his thick cockhead stretching her. Slowly, he moved forward until his bulbous head was nestled inside her. She sucked in a breath at his stinging slap on her left cheek, followed by a quick slap on the right.
He smacked her bottom a few more times as his thick cock stretched her on its journey inside. Filling her. When he was all the way inside her, she arched against him. He pressed her cheeks together, squeezing her passage tighter around his solid shaft.
“Oh, God… fuck me!”
He laughed joyously, then drew back, still holding her cheeks together, augmenting the feel of his cockhead dragging along her tight passage.
Then he drove deep again. Tingling sensations swamped her with joy and she gasped.
He drew out and thrust in.
Yes… please…” she begged, needing the pleasure only he could give her.
He filled her again and again. Pleasure swirled through her, rising higher and higher. His thick shaft stroked her. In and out. A blissful sensation flickered in her core, then expanded, swelling through her whole body.
“Zane. Yes. Oh, God, yes…you’re making me come.”
He moved faster. His relentless cock driving into her set her body ablaze, igniting the joy until it exploded in a soul-shattering orgasm.
She wailed her release as he pounded into her, then he ground deep and she felt his hot seed erupt inside her. Finally, he collapsed on her back, his arms around her waist, the chair supporting them.
“Oh, my God, that was sensational.” Then she found herself giggling.
He stood up, drawing her with him, then turned her around to face him.
“I will never control you, even if you’re obeying me. I want you to understand that. And you can take the lead anytime you want. I will willingly submit to you.”
She smiled. “Yes, I rather liked that.”
His eyebrow arched. “So now am I the slave and you’re the Mistress?”
She dragged a finger down his hard chest. “Sometimes that’s fun. But I do so love when you dominate me. So don’t think you’re off the hook for that.” Especially now that she knew how much he loved her, and that she could trust him completely.
“So be it. So as your Master, I will set the date for our wedding sometime next month and decide on a small gathering—”
“Now wait a minute. Maybe we’ll just set some guidelines right now. I would like a large, fancy wedding with lots of guests.”
“So you want to be totally in charge of the wedding?”
“No, you can help with it, but I will be the one in charge.” She raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any problem with that?”
He laughed, then kissed her soundly. “None whatsoever.”
“Good. I think this partnership is starting off very well.”
“I agree.” He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. “And I think we should seal it with something much more interesting than a handshake.”
She laughed, her arms around his neck. “Didn’t we just do that?”
“With something as important as a lifetime partnership, I think we should be really sure we’re in full agreement.”
He laid her on the bed and prowled over her. As his already hard cock pushed into her, sending scintillating pleasure through her, she realized that everything she had ever wanted had just come true. As he thrust into her and her pleasure blossomed, she knew that they would always be this happy.
Because Zane loved her. And she loved him. Forever.
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Excerpts
If you would like to read more Opal Carew stories, here are some recommendations. For more hot BDSM stories, try PLAYED BY THE MASTER, HIS TO POSSESS, or STEPBROTHER, MINE.
If you enjoy short, quick reads, Opal recommends her OFFICE SLAVE series, currently consisting of THE OFFICE SLAVE, THE BOSS, and ON HER KNEES. The first two stories are available at a significant discount in THE OFFICE SLAVE SERIES, BOOK 1 & 2 BOX SET.
If you like rough and ready tattooed bikers who love to share their women, you will probably really enjoy her READY TO RIDE biker erotic romance series, which consists of HOT RIDE (novella), WILD RIDE (novella), RIDING STEELE (novel) and HARD RIDE (novel). These can each be read independently, but Opal recommends the above order.
Here are short excerpts from PLAYED BY THE MASTER, THE OFFICE SLAVE and STEPBROTHER, MINE...
Played By The Master
by Opal Carew
Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game in order to seduce him into a favor to save her sister, but instead finds herself played by the Master.
Jacqueline Bell desperately wants to help her sister out of a jam. But to do that, she has to find a way to talk to billionaire entrepreneur Race Danner, and have him drop the charges against her brother-in-law. She discovers he holds an exclusive poker game once a week and finds a way in.
Race Danner is bored with his life, despite his wealth and extreme hobbies. He doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but he'll know it when he sees it.
When Jacqueline Bell walks into his life, he knows she's it. She wants something from him. And he wants her. A combination made in heaven. In a delicious game of cat and mouse, he will leverage his advantage to lure her into his game. And he fully intends to win.
Warning: This story has Domination, submission, bondage, punishment, and a lot of other fun things, plus explicit, wild sexual encounters. After all, if you're going to play, play hard! ;) Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Excerpt
He smiled and at the predatory look in his eyes, Jacquie realized he was going to win. The blood drained from her face as he flipped over his cards�
� revealing a full house.
Oh, God, she’d lost her opportunity to try and convince him to help Ella and her husband.
“Come over here.” His silken voice curled through her and she stood up.
Now he would touch her… probably cup her ass with his big hand. Maybe, if she seemed willing…who was she kidding, she was willing… to succumb to his touch, then maybe he would listen to her after all.
Shock vaulted through her at her own illicit thoughts. She wasn’t going to sleep with him to help Ella.
No, just strip down to practically nothing. Then let him touch her.
Did she really know where her boundaries were?
He watched as she walked around the long table, then approached him, his gaze locked on the swell of her breasts above the lace cups. Her nipples puckered at the thought of him stroking her there.
He pushed his chair back from the table and turned sideways as she continued toward him. His intense male gaze sent heat shimmering through her.
Finally, she stood facing him.
He lifted his hand, and as it approached her, she calmed her breathing, readying herself for his touch. It would only be a moment.
But she wasn’t prepared for the spark of desire that flared through her when his fingertips brushed against her skin, just above her elbow. Then his fingers moved. Upward. Trailing lightly over her shoulder, then down. She drew in a slow breath as he glided over the soft exposed skin of her breast, right to the lace of her bra. His fingertip grazed lightly under the scalloped edges, but not breaching the barrier of the satin cup.
Clearly, he liked to push boundaries.
And she was close to pulling back that boundary, by tugging forward the cup and inviting him to explore further. The thought of his big fingers gliding over her hard nipple sent her pulse fluttering.
Her own potent reaction to him startled her and she stepped back.
“I… uh… we’re done now.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think so.”
“You said a touch,” she stammered.
“And you didn’t say how long. I’m not finished.”
“Well, I—”
“Come here,” he said, his authoritative tone brooking no argument.