Boss

by Sierra Cartwright

  “But—”

  “This is about giving you what you want.”

  She grabbed the towel he was holding. “I wanted an orgasm.”

  “And when I decide to let you have one, it will be more powerful than any you’ve ever experienced.”

  “Uh-huh.” With a glare that she hoped would wither him, she dried herself.

  “Do you show all your lovers this side of you?”

  “So far you’re the only lucky recipient of my anger and frustration.”

  “And fire. How does your clit feel?”

  “No idea. It’s frozen.”

  He grinned. “Is it?” He snatched the towel from around her and tossed it on the floor behind him. Then he skimmed a finger down the center of her chest, over her belly then lower, between her legs. Unexpectedly he plunged a finger inside her heated cunt. “Oh, Kelsey. When will you be honest with both of us?”

  He melted her.

  He drew back his dampened finger and began to torment her clit.

  Suddenly she was an inferno. All the arousal that had been there returned, amplified. “Damn.” She was hungry, leaning into him.

  In under twenty seconds, she teetered on the edge. She gritted her teeth so as not to let him know how close she was. Maybe, just maybe…

  He pulled away.

  “Seriously?” she demanded, flabbergasted.

  “Yeah, seriously. This is on my terms. Not yours.”

  Her chest heaved from frustration.

  “Walk into the bedroom,” he instructed. “And don’t think about your clit or your need to come.”

  Curse him. The more she tried not to think about them, the more insistent the thoughts became, as she was certain he intended.

  “Sit on the foot of the bed. Put your hands behind you and thrust out your chest.”

  If she hadn’t read about Doms making these kinds of demands she would have been paralyzed. Even though his words weren’t a huge surprise, her reactions were. She was so very aware of her movements, her posture, the way her pulse turned thready as she walked ahead of him.

  She got into position and waited while he studied her.

  Then he surprised her by picking up the vibrator and going into the bathroom to wash it. Less than a minute later, he returned and placed the toy near her.

  Though she was tempted to ask what he intended to do with it, she remained silent, as did he.

  Finally, when she could take no more, he took two steps toward her.

  The fact that he was completely dressed while she was naked intimidated her, made her feel like the submissive she insisted she wasn’t.

  “How sensitive are your nipples? If you put clothespins on them, I’m guessing you like a lot of pressure.” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “Well?”

  “I suppose,” she said. “I’ve never had a man use too much or even…”

  “Enough?” he guessed.

  She realized she liked the sound of his rich, deep, hypnotizing voice. “Yes.”

  “Let’s start finding your limits.”

  His words seemed to go straight to her pussy. She knew he was waiting for an answer, one she had to give, one she was terrified to give.

  Chapter Six

  “Kelsey?” Nathan prompted.

  “I want this,” she admitted, shocked by how tight her voice sounded.

  “Then spread your legs.”

  Their gazes were locked as she did what he’d said, and he moved in closer. He towered over her, smelling of spicy soap and unfettered power.

  Her mouth dried.

  “Tip your head back. Look at me. Keep your eyes open. I want to see all of your reactions. No hiding.”

  “Yes, Nathan.”

  “How’s your clit?”

  Until he’d said that, her mind had been distracted. Now all her attention was redirected toward her pussy. “Still swollen, Sir.”

  He grinned, rogue and careless in equal measures. “Show me.”

  “Sir?”

  “Do it.”

  Kelsey reacted immediately, moving her right hand to her cunt while keeping her left hand propped behind her, her face tipped back to meet his gaze. She spread her pussy lips for him. This was so much more intimate than being in the shower with him watching.

  Keeping her gaze locked with his, he said, “Open your mouth.”

  He put two fingers in her mouth. “Now suck.”

  It was so fucking erotic. Every part of her responded to him. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples needy. She was tempted to play with her clit, but achingly aware he hadn’t given permission.

  He pulled out his fingers then traced one over her clit. She hissed. The denied orgasm seemed to intensify her reaction to his touch. Suddenly she was right there on the edge again.

  “It is swollen,” he agreed.

  He gently abraded her and she whimpered.

  “How long has it been since you had an orgasm?”

  “I don’t know.” She lifted her hips, pleading in silence.

  “Little liar.” There was no anger in his words, more of a tease. But he didn’t relent.

  “Friday,” she confessed. “It was after work. I couldn’t fall asleep.”

  Nathan continued to play with her and study her reactions. “And how was it?” He tweaked her clit again and she screamed. “Tell the truth.”

  With him, there would be no hiding, she knew. And she appreciated it. She’d wanted something like this for years, someone so into her that he knew her thoughts, studied her reactions. “It was hot.”

  “It’ll be nothing compared to the rest of tonight.”

  She already felt that way. Kelsey scooted toward him, desperate for him to get her off. It wouldn’t take much—a firmer touch, or for him to put his fingers in her.

  “You are shameless, aren’t you?” His voice dropped by an alluring, seductive octave.

  “I never was before.”

  “And now?”

  More and more, she was beginning to understand the seduction of BDSM. The mind game. The thrill that came from giving herself over to another person.

  “In the shower,” he reminded her, “you were going to defy me. And now, you’re trying to get me to let you come.”

  “I’ll behave better,” she promised. But her breaths were constricting her, choking her. With his achingly gentle touches, he was making it impossible for her to obey him.

  “Good. Show me. Move back, away from my hand.”

  Even as he gave the command, the bastard continued to play with her pussy.

  Fuck.

  He was driving her out of her mind. The orgasm was right there, and she could take it.

  “Are you going to be a good sub and do as your Dom wants?” There was no compromise in his ice-green eyes. “Or are you going to steal something I told you not to?”

  Kelsey whimpered. “Please…” She’d never asked for an orgasm before. Never begged. He was right. She was shameless.

  The sound of her labored breaths filled the air.

  “Don’t you dare.” His words were a whiplash through the haze in her mind.

  She squeezed her eyes closed and shoved herself away from him. She cried out in frustration. Her body was dotted with sweat and she wanted to wrap her arms around herself for protection.

  “Keep your pussy lips spread.” He continued to play with her while holding her gaze hostage.

  She whimpered. There was no way she was capable of doing what he required.

  Kelsey drank in deep, desperate gulps of air.

  Finally, her tormentor relented and pulled away his hand.

  “You’re good,” he said.

  She voraciously consumed his approval.

  “That will get you out of a few of your upcoming spanks.”

  Spanks? He still intended to spank her? Her shoulders fell before she remembered to pull them back.

  “Very, very good,” he amended. “Now put both hands behind you.”

  Grateful for the reprieve, she did.

/>   “Where was I?”

  Kelsey’s mind spun as she tried to remember. “My nipples.”

  “Indeed.”

  He moved his hands to cup her breasts. Then with feathering motions, he brushed across her nipples, making them hard, making her ache. With each stroke, he used a little more force, and she liked it.

  “Is that enough for you?”

  “It’s good.”

  He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and she sighed.

  “It’s not enough, is it? Kelsey, you’re going to have to ask for what you want, be truthful.” A smile played around his lips, shaving years off his age, making him seem more accessible, less formidable.

  Letting herself think that, she knew, was a mistake.

  By degrees, he increased the pressure.

  No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She was simply too overwhelmed.

  He continued to press on the hardened nubs, and she drank it in. Finally. A man capable of giving her what she had never dared ask for.

  “What will you tell me if it’s too much?” he asked.

  “Something from the rainbow. For God’s sake, more.”

  “Oh, Kelsey…my pleasure.”

  He pulled her nipples, out and up as he pinched.

  Everything in her went weak and she reached for him, putting her hands on his forearms.

  “I can smell how aroused you are. How does your clit feel now?”

  She forced her eyes open. He was only inches from her, intently focused. It was as if she were seeing him for the first time, not just as her boss, but as her Dom, with the chiseled angle of his jaw, strong nose and eyebrows that were set in a rigid line. Though his lips were narrowed in concentration, she knew how powerfully he could kiss her, claim her.

  This man’s eyes got to her. There were numerous demands on his time, but he had no room for anything or anyone except her, he couldn’t, not with the single-minded way he focused on her.

  “Tell me,” he bit out, pulling even harder on her nipples.

  “I could come in an instant.”

  “You like this?”

  “More than I had ever imagined.” The pain was deep, exquisite.

  “We’ll get you some clamps. I want you to be able to experience this while I play with you in other ways.”

  Unable to speak, she settled for nodding.

  So gently that she wasn’t aware of it at first, he began to release his grip on her nipples.

  Before she could complain, he leaned in and began to suck on her left nipple the moment he let her go. With his mouth, he soothed and comforted until the blood flow returned to normal.

  Then he did the same thing with her right nipple before taking a step back.

  Her nipples throbbed with a delicious type of pain that left her totally needy. She’d only imagined what a taste of BDSM might be like. She’d had no idea it would be so complicated, but at the same time, simple.

  “Before I leave you, I’m going to give you a spanking.”

  “What about an orgasm?” She wondered whether or not it was possible to crawl out of her own skin.

  “Demanding, aren’t you?”

  “I mean, please?” she hazarded, feeling her way around the new world and rules of a BDSM partnership.

  “Continue to trust me.”

  With that roughness in his tone, how could she refuse? Slowly she nodded.

  He offered his hand. She accepted it and stood in front of him. Her first impulse was to look down, but she remembered his last order had been to meet his gaze.

  “You’re a quick study. That pleases me very much.” He didn’t release her, and she didn’t want to pull away. “I’m going to spank you,” he said. “But tonight, it won’t be for any of your transgressions. As you noted earlier, we need to establish rules around what is and isn’t acceptable behavior for the week that I’ll be training you. After this moment, though, I’m uncompromising on lack of respect. It will be met with swift retribution.”

  She shuddered.

  He waited.

  Helpless to him, she said, “I agree, Sir.”

  “For now, though, tonight, I’m going to spank you because I want to, and because you’re curious and because you want it as much as I do.”

  “I want it,” she admitted.

  Heat blazed in his eyes, thrilling her.

  “At first, I’m going to use my hand. Implements are wonderful, but I want your first experience to be skin-on-skin. I want to feel you and see my handprint on you.”

  She sucked in a deep breath. Everything he said sent shock waves through her.

  “When I tell you, I want you to turn away from me, bend over and link your hands behind you, just above your knees, sticking your ass out for me.”

  The room seemed to have chilled several degrees, even though the air conditioner hadn’t cycled.

  “Now.”

  She let go of his arms and felt unsteady as she turned.

  Kelsey bent and linked her arms. It made her breathless to realize how vulnerable she was with her rear sticking out and her pussy exposed to him while she couldn’t see him. But he was there, gliding his hands over her, offering reassurance that she gulped in.

  When she settled, he began to rub her ass cheeks. “I don’t want to leave any bruises,” he told her. “Not tonight.”

  It stunned her to realize she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. The idea of being uncomfortable and squirming in her chair as he walked past her desk on the way to his office fed a delicious fantasy.

  Over the next minute, he moved faster and faster, covering her upper thighs.

  The longer she stayed in position, the more blood flowed to her head, making her feel a bit disconnected from her body.

  The first crack of his hand on her right ass cheek brought her immediately back. She gasped. It hurt way fucking more than she’d imagined it would.

  “How’s that?” he asked.

  “Frigging hell,” she ground out.

  “Oh?” He drew a finger down her pussy then inserted it into her.

  She jerked. The pain had already vanished, and she was cloaked in warmth.

  Nathan pulled away then spanked her again on the other buttock.

  This time—maybe because she’d been prepared—it didn’t seem to hurt as badly.

  He fingered her again, and she moaned. The need to orgasm returned with more force than it had earlier

  As if knowing that, he withdrew from her.

  She moaned. “Nathan!”

  “You’re doing great.” He rubbed her heated skin. “Give yourself over to the experience. Don’t think. Don’t demand. Feel.”

  Did he have any idea what he was asking for?

  He spanked her several times—on her rear, on the tender flesh just beneath. His smacks weren’t as hard as earlier, and her entire body tingled.

  “Keep your ass high and out. Concentrate on that one command if you’re having difficulty focusing.”

  She closed her eyes.

  Nathan caught her flesh with upward strokes and he alternated them with mind-bending touches to her pussy. She was getting damper and damper, aware of every part of her body.

  “How many more should I give you?”

  From her reading, she remembered an answer. “As many as you think I deserve, Sir.”

  “Ten.”

  Not knowing if she could take that, she bent her knees.

  “Twelve.”

  Immediately she forced herself back into position.

  “Much better. Spread your legs.”

  Feeling a bit like she had the grace of a penguin, she stayed bent over and kept her hands behind her as she moved her feet farther apart.

  Kelsey saw his hand move, and the overhead light seemed to play with his watchband. She was distracted by the sound of something humming then she felt the press of smooth, hardened plastic against her pussy.

  She pulled away.

  “Stay still,” he told her.r />
  “I can’t. Can’t, can’t, can’t.”

  Instead of arguing, he slowly inserted the head of the vibrator into her pussy. Unerringly he angled it so that the tip pressed against her G-spot.

  “Nathan! Sir!”

  He slid a palm against her belly to hold her in place, and it seemed to magnify the sensation in her.

  “Close your legs.”

  “That’s going to make it more difficult.”

  “Yes, it will,” he said agreeably.

  Driven wild, so mad that she gave hardly a thought to her lack of style, she whimpered and tried to do what he said. “I’m going to come.”

  “You’re going to think about holding your position and making sure the vibrator doesn’t fall out. If it does, we’ll start over.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “No, no.” She did an inelegant little dance, jerking as the evil little wiggling vibrator relentlessly buzzed against her most sensitive spot. When she’d used it on herself, it had never been this maddening.

  “How many?”

  “Ten, Mr. Donovan.”

  “Pardon me?”

  Fuck balls. He turned up the dial, making her twitch. “Twelve! You said twelve, Nathan.”

  He spanked her right ass cheek six times with horrible, accurate precision, landing one right above the other, searing her. She drew in breaths and pretended she were anywhere but here. A beach. On a tram tour at Space Center Houston. Hanging onto the rail on the Bolivar ferry. Heaven help her, even in a church. Though she knew nothing could help her now.

  It wasn’t possible for her to maintain the position.

  “Not yet.”

  She couldn’t…

  With a scream, she came, harder than she ever had in her life. The force dislodged the vibrator, but she didn’t hear it hit the floor.

  She shuddered, squeezing her hands together tighter as she fought to make the room stop spinning.

  All the while, Nathan held her, said things she could hear but didn’t understand.

  “I’ve got you,” he said. He helped her stand then turned her to face him.

  “That was…” She wasn’t sure she had words. “Powerful.”

  “It gets better.” He swiped strands of hair back from her face and tucked them behind her ears.

  “Thank you.” This, too, was odd to her. He’d been the one to drive her to the edge, but he’d been there to catch her when she’d gone over.