He noticed that she absently rubbed her rear. Interesting. Hot.
“Honestly, it sounds like the stuff I fantasize about. You know…” She seemed to cast about for clarification. “You know…something that you want to have happen but never does. It seems it’s over before it ever starts.”
“Challenge accepted, Ms. Lane.”
Her mouth parted before she pressed her lips together. “It wasn’t meant that way.” She shifted her weight from foot to foot. “It’s probably just me.”
Then, as if anxious for the conversation not to continue, she lifted a small butt plug from the drawer.
It was a thin, silicone thing. Not much fatter than one of his fingers. “Do you play with that?”
She put it down on the bed, but he realized she’d used the action to avoid eye contact.
“Do you?” he repeated.
“I have. A couple of times,” she admitted.
“Do you like it?”
She turned her head so that she glanced at him for a second before going back to what she was doing, which was mostly hiding from him. “It helps me get off,” she admitted.
“And do you enjoy anal sex?”
“I’ve never had it.”
“Would you like to?”
“I’ve heard it hurts like hell.”
“That wasn’t an answer. Look at me.”
Slowly, she did.
“What’s the biggest thing you’ve had in your ass?”
“I’m hoping the floor is going to just open up and swallow me at some point.”
“There’s no escape from me, Ms. Lane. I will pursue you relentlessly. I will have my answers. I’ll force you to think about things you never have before.”
“You already have.”
He nodded tightly. “So answer the question. So far, what’s the biggest thing you’ve had up your ass?”
“Just this.”
“You’ve never experimented with your boyfriends?” he persisted. Even if he were vanilla, if he knew his woman was interested in being fucked in that tightest hole, he’d have been all over it.
“I tried with one.” She did look at the hardwood plans, as if still hoping for escape. “He couldn’t…ah…”
“Maintain an erection?”
She breathed out in a huff. “Exactly.”
He nodded, appreciating her honesty, then asked, “Anything else in there?”
“My wand.”
Of course. Many women he knew, and a good number of Doms, owned one.
She pulled it out and put it on the bed next to her other toys.
“How often do you use it?” he asked.
“Every time I masturbate.”
“Which is how often?”
“I don’t know.”
“Approximately?”
“You are annoyingly persistent,” she said around an irritated sigh. “Twice, maybe three times a week.”
“And you orgasm then?”
“Most of the time. Sometimes, I just use it to help me relax so I can go to sleep.”
“If we play together, you won’t be using it unless I give you express permission.”
“What?”
“My submissive’s orgasms belong to me.”
Color drained from her face. “I’m not your sub.” But her voice lacked conviction, and her words were barely above a whisper.
“You want to be.”
“Oh my God.” She closed the drawer.
“Isn’t that why you’re going to Deviation? Because you know there’s more to life, a relationship, sex than what you’ve experienced up until now?”
“Mr. Donovan…”
“It’s your call,” he told her. “Nothing will happen that you don’t agree to. You can go to the club with me this weekend, if you want. I’ll make sure you experience everything you’ve ever imagined. But you’ll go as my submissive. And that means we’ll play together before we attend. We’ve got several days.”
“What about work?”
“There will likely be some influence on our work relationship. Hopefully you’ll be a little more respectful so that you don’t get your bottom spanked so hard that you can’t sit comfortably.”
Her scowl was fast and furious.
“What if you deserve it?” she countered.
“If I’m disrespectful to you, you’re more than welcome to whip down my pants and spank me.”
She put down her glass with enough force that the wine sloshed to the top of the rim. “Can you take this seriously?”
He’d given her enough space, kept his hands off her longer than he’d thought possible. Nathan devoured the distance between them and captured her shoulders, bringing her up onto her toes and only inches from him.
Fuck. She smelled amazing. Feminine… His senses blazed. “You have no idea how serious I am about all of this, Ms. Lane. The question is, what do you want to do about it? Do you want me to escort you to Deviation on Saturday night? If your answer is yes, I will expect you to let me train you, starting now.”
Chapter Five
With Nathan’s hot breath on her face and his strong fingers on her shoulders, Kelsey couldn’t think rationally. The heat of him overwhelmed her. His touch ignited something inside her that she’d never felt before. There was no way she could deny how much she wanted him, ached for him.
On all levels, this was wrong. She shouldn’t be fantasizing about submitting to her boss. Even if a relationship was permitted under corporate policy, it didn’t make it a smart thing to do. In fact, it was insane. How was she supposed to show up at work and pretend everything was normal if he’d spanked her the night before? Tormented her naked body? Oh God, or worse…fucked her.
Everything he’d said had fascinated her. He’d spoken of things so matter-of-factly that he’d taken away her embarrassment, given her an avenue to be honest with herself as well as him. She was finding courage to admit things aloud. In such a short time, she’d been more frank with him than any of her lovers.
Despite the risk, she wanted him to force her over his knee, make her bend over while he hiked her skirts, tied her to a spanking bench. These were the types of fantasies that helped her to orgasm when she played with herself.
He was offering her the experiences she so desperately desired. At the same time, the idea of being trained by him, spending all her time with him, scared her witless.
And there was the fact that some of it would freaking hurt. “This whole thing is exciting, but it also makes me nervous. I don’t know what to do. Where to start.” But she did know that the longer she stayed in his arms, the more she wanted to be there. His touch seduced her.
“Tell me you want to do this,” he said, asked, demanded. “The rest we can figure out from there.” His fingers bit into her skin, communicating his seriousness.
This man’s power, his strength, his overwhelming personality… How could she deny him anything? For him, she was lost. “Yes. I do.” Knowing that Andi would understand her decision to go with him, she repeated herself with more conviction. “I do. I’ll be yours for the week.” She didn’t know what the hell it entailed, but she vowed to get everything out of the experience that she could, no matter the cost later, maybe in regret or recrimination. It was better than a lifetime of wondering.
“Kelsey?”
How long had he been talking? “Sorry.”
“Let’s pretend this is a dance. I’ll lead. You follow. Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”
“I know. I know.” Was she only imagining that his voice was less harsh than earlier? That his eyes were greener? “Stop. Please. And… And do something.” She wasn’t sure what. Now that she’d told him she would be his for the next few days, she was horny in a way she’d never been before. Showing him her sex toys, lining them up on the bed, had cut past her first level of embarrassment. Now she wanted him to use them on her.
He moved slowly as he released her and brought his hands up to capture her face. His grip was firm and relentless
as he looked at her, refusing her quarter.
“I’m going to kiss you. Hard. Deep. And you’re going to open your mouth for me and give yourself over to me as if I own you.”
Her knees wobbled. Because he seemed to be demanding an answer, she whispered, “Okay.”
“Yes,” he corrected. “I won’t accept half answers or prevarications. It’s yes or no, followed by Nathan, Sir or Mr. Donovan.”
“Yes, Mr. Don—” Before she could finish his name, he’d sealed her lips with his. She opened her mouth for him and he plundered her immediately, hard and fast, making it impossible to breathe.
She wrapped her hands around his wrists, holding on to him for her sanity, her life.
His mouth was hot and demanding.
His kiss consumed and destroyed.
He commanded her surrender, and she gave it.
Kelsey allowed her body to relax, and he pressed forward, asking for more.
Nathan moved one of his hands and curved his fingers into her hair near her scalp then eased her head back as he deepened the kiss.
His teeth abraded her. She’d never experienced anything so primitive, causing her reality to splinter.
His reputation was that of a ruthless man, reserved. She’d had no idea he was this passionate.
Slowly, by measures that left her unable to draw a full breath, he eased away.
With her head still pulled back, he traced his blunt thumbnail across her upper lip. She allowed her eyes to close, aware that her responses seemed heightened, and her pulse pounded in her ears.
“Nothing connects like a kiss,” he told her.
Before now, she wouldn’t have agreed. But this wasn’t like any she’d had. The men she’d been with had been gentle. But Nathan took. He set the mood. Demanded. The act had separated her regular world from his more intense one.
“This evening is about your orgasm,” he said. “I won’t tolerate shyness or hesitation.”
“Or…?”
“I will use corporal punishment.”
Her mouth dried. Although she was reeling from the kiss, she wondered if she’d made the right decision.
But then she recognized the truth. She had to find out. “I understand.”
Not backing off or giving her any space, he waited.
Still breathless, she tried again. “I understand, Nathan.”
“Good.”
The air thickened with expectation.
“Let’s start by getting you undressed.”
Having him stare at her was unnerving. Reminding herself what he’d said…promised…threatened…about corporal punishment, she toed off her athletic shoes before hopping on each foot to remove her socks.
He reached out a hand to steady her, and she flashed him a smile before looking away again. She had to pretend he wasn’t there in order to fully concentrate.
Her hands shaking, Kelsey lowered her workout pants. “I could use a shower,” she said.
“Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
And by that, evidently, he meant right where he was. “You might be more comfortable in the living room.”
“Get on with it.” His voice lacked the harshness she expected.
“I—”
“Kelsey.”
His tone told her he wouldn’t compromise. “Fine.” She stepped out of the pants.
He scooped them up and placed them on the bed.
She pulled off her shirt and he took that from her, as well.
“Spin around. Let me look at you.”
Slowly she turned, glad that she had on a sports bra and panties rather than a thong.
When she faced him, the gleam in his eyes was appreciative, vanquishing the embarrassment that had been unfurling.
“Now the rest.”
She removed her undergarments, then instinctively crossed her hands over her body, trying to preserve her modesty.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
It took her several seconds to get herself into the right mindset. He wasn’t a boyfriend or lover. He was a boss. A Dom. For the next few days, she was in training.
He let her stand there long enough that she squirmed uncomfortably. And still, he made her wait.
Eventually, he said, “Into the shower.”
Relieved, she escaped.
Kelsey reached into the shower unit to turn on the faucet. She turned around and took a startled step back when she saw him there, his hips propped against the granite countertop, drink in hand.
“Do I ever get any privacy?”
“Not in a D/s with me.”
The flatness of his reply made her throat dry.
This wasn’t going as she’d anticipated. She’d wanted a few minutes to regroup and sort through the evening’s events, but her temporary Dom was clearly having none of it. “Excuse me.” She maneuvered around him to grab a clip from a drawer. No other man had ever shared bathroom space with her.
“May I?”
“Yes,” she replied. “But I’m not sure why you would.”
“Intimacy. Little acts of service can bond two people together. You taking my coat, for example.”
A bit embarrassed, she looked away from him.
“Or preparing my drink the way I like it. Turn around.”
When she did, he continued, “Or me doing this for you.” He scooped her hair from her shoulders and clipped it high up on her head. “And this…” He ran his thumb up the back of her neck then leaned in to kiss her nape.
A shock wave went through her.
It was soft, magical, simultaneously sexy and sensual. She was undone.
Then he slapped her ass.
She leaped and squealed.
“Into the shower.”
Was this the way it would be between them, so multidimensional and complex?
Steam billowed around her in the shower stall, but it didn’t provide much of a curtain to shield her from his view.
“Tomorrow night, I will wash you,” he said.
Her heart stopped before she remembered she had plans with Andi. “About that…” She grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it, not meeting his gaze. “I am meeting a friend for happy hour.”
“No problem. Call me when you’re done and I’ll give you a ride home.”
She turned to look at him. “I might be out late.”
“All the more reason for me to see you home safely.”
“Really, Mr. Donov—”
“I take care of what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours.” She could hardly think over the roar in her head.
“This week, you are.” He paused. “Stop trying to make things difficult, Kelsey. It will be easier that way.”
She exhaled. What the hell had she gotten into?
“And you’re stalling. Finish up. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
Kelsey slid the soap back into the holder and washed her body, aware of how hard her nipples were.
“Tomorrow we’ll shave your pubic hair.”
She froze. “What?” She kept it trimmed and neat. “I like it as it is.”
“Would you prefer a Brazilian wax?”
“Oh, hell no.”
“Try again with the proper response. You do remember what that is, don’t you?”
Her head spun. It was one thing to read about this kind of thing, but another entirely to have the words directed at her.
“I can’t hear you,” he prompted.
“Yes, Nathan, I remember.”
“Would you like a Brazilian wax before we go to Deviation, sub?”
His words and uncompromising tone unfurled a ribbon of heat in her. “No, Sir.”
“Take the showerhead down to rinse off.”
She did as he’d said, and she washed the lather from her shoulders, allowing the warm water to run down her back and torso.
As she was ready to turn off the faucet, he said, “Turn the setting to pulse then masturbate with it.”
Kelsey didn’t consider herself a prude, but she
’d never had a man watch her play with herself. Intimacy. He hadn’t spoken aloud, but the word hung there. That was what he was doing, she realized, weaving a spell between them. He would be asking things of her that no other man ever had.
She moved the dial as he’d instructed, then she spread her legs.
“Face me.”
Though she exhaled, she didn’t protest.
“Gorgeous. Now part your pussy lips. I want to see your clit get red and swollen.”
She used two fingers to expose herself.
“Farther. Or I can go get clips and tie back your labia.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me, sub.”
She considered him. He had one eyebrow raised. Even though he seemed completely at ease, there was no doubt he was serious. Fuck if his implacability didn’t make her even hotter.
He lifted his glass to her.
Trying to ignore her sense of embarrassment, she spread herself even farther before directing the spray toward her pussy.
Involuntarily she clenched her muscles.
“Better,” he approved. “Much.”
The nozzle forced out another burst. The feeling of heat and pressure, along with the knowledge he was watching, made her legs wobbly.
“Keep your legs wide,” he said. “That’s it. Move the showerhead and your hips. Make sure your clit gets plenty of attention.”
Focusing on all his instructions while the spray continued to arouse her was difficult.
“I love watching my sub get horny for me.”
His words magnified the sensations.
“Do you wish it were more?” he asked. “Hotter? Greater pressure? More constant?”
Her body jerked in response to the spray, and she couldn’t find the words to answer him.
She tightened her buttocks as an orgasm began to build. She bit her lower lip and moaned a little.
“Stop.”
The word was impossible to process.
She was so close, so aroused… Kelsey closed her eyes. Almost. Just a few more seconds…
The water went cold.
“I said stop.”
She dropped the showerhead.
Her pulse thundering, her body shockingly chilled from the abrupt temperature change, she met his uncompromising green eyes.
“I decide when you come.” He turned off the water and rehung the showerhead. “In the future, sub, when I give you a direct order, you obey immediately.”
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