Boss

by Sierra Cartwright

  “You liked it?”

  “Yes.”

  “And the paddle?”

  “Your fuck slut, Sir.”

  His cock throbbed. “I want to take you from behind,” he said, “so I can see the word imprinted on your sexy little ass.”

  As he undressed, she folded his clothes and put them in the drawer alongside hers. “Put the condom on me,” he instructed.

  “First time,” she admitted.

  “You’ll do fine. The box is on the counter.”

  She returned and ripped the package open and placed the condom on his cockhead.

  “Other way,” he said.

  “Of course.” She held his penis and rolled the latex down, grasping him firmly.

  “I’ll let you do that more often,” he said.

  “Say the word, Sir,” she said saucily.

  “On your stomach, sub.”

  She took her time climbing back onto the bench, swaying, moving her body into position with the grace of a ballerina.

  “Teasing me, sub?”

  She looked over her shoulder? “Me?”

  He smacked her ass.

  Her smile widened.

  “I’ve created a sassy submissive.”

  “And what are you going to do about it, Sir?” she asked.

  “Fuck you as hard as you deserve.” He fingered her a few times, being sure she was wet for him.

  “I’m ready,” she insisted.

  “You are when I say you are.” Nathan teased her clit, stroking over it, pressing it, remembering the way she’d screamed when he dripped the wax on her.

  Finally, when she was pushing her bottom back toward him, silently asking for more, he repositioned her, pulling her hips toward him. Her knees were near the edge, meaning she was precariously perched, dependent on him to keep her from falling.

  It also led to deeper penetration, a greater feeling of possession.

  The word was barely visible, but there were a few light marks from the flogger.

  He began to ease into her, and she pulled away with a tiny moan of protest.

  “It’s different with the plug,” he said soothingly.

  “You’re telling me?”

  “Give me a second,” he said. “Move forward. Put your knees on the bench.” Nathan left her long enough to squirt lube on his cock before going back to her. He went slowly, going in a fraction of an inch at a time then easing back out then, when he was all the way in, he pulled her hips back.

  “God,” she whimpered. “This is so hot. So worth it.”

  He fucked her hard then, deep, fast, filling her cunt, digging his fingers into her hipbones.

  Kelsey responded in kind, thrusting her hips back to meet him, asking for more, telling him what she wanted.

  Showing complete trust, she allowed him to take more of her weight, and he bent his knees to piston into her. He felt his orgasm build, but he wanted her to come first. “Give it to me,” he encouraged.

  She shook her head, and her hair spilled riotously around her. Nathan gripped her tighter, and she moved one hand to her pussy to play with her clit.

  The difference in her from when they’d started to play was startling. It was as if she’d decided to embrace her sexuality, abandoning embarrassment. He couldn’t be any prouder.

  She began to jerk, and he ground his back teeth together to distract himself.

  “Fuck me, Sir.”

  “Happy to accommodate.” He lifted her slightly to gain greater leverage, and he pumped his hips faster.

  She arched back, and he bit the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck. She screamed then, convulsing, shaking, calling his name.

  Only after she’d come did he unleash his orgasm, and he ejaculated in hot, thready pumps that jolted him.

  He held her for long seconds, hearing her breathless gasps, aware of the aerobic-like rise and fall of his chest. He maneuvered her back on the bench, making sure her body was supported before he withdrew his cock and pulled away.

  Though it was momentarily difficult to stand, he rubbed her shoulders. “How about a shower?” he suggested.

  “I can wait until after you’ve had one,” she replied.

  “We can do it together. And I want to remove that plug.”

  She turned over and looked at him. “Every time I think I can keep up with you, you add something new to the mix.”

  “No secrets between us,” he said.

  “But—”

  “Shower.” He discarded the condom then helped her up, making sure she was steady before they went to the master bedroom.

  “What about our clothes?”

  “I need to come back to clean up the room,” he said. “I’ll get them then.”

  He liked watching her walk naked through his house. The idea of seeing her do it every day was an idea that could fuel dozens of fantasies.

  While he turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, she scooped up handfuls of hair and clipped it atop her head, and he noticed her looking in the mirror to see if he’d left any marks on body. “Nothing that will bruise,” he said.

  “From what that paddle felt like, it should have.”

  He checked the heat one last time before stepping into the shower stall. She joined him a few seconds later. “Put your hands on the far wall,” he said. “And spread your legs.”

  “I…” She closed her mouth. Silently, without telling him yes, she did as instructed.

  He grasped the base of the plug and pulled it out in a single movement. “Not so bad.”

  “All of this stuff is easy for you to say,” she protested, turning back to face him with a scowl. She plucked the toy from his grasp and rinsed it.

  “I could put it back in and pull it out again, repeating until you do it without complaint.”

  “You’d really do that?”

  He captured her chin. “As many times as it took for you to get over your hesitation.”

  She made a show of pretending to button her mouth.

  “Good call.” He grabbed his bar of soap, lathered it then ran his hands over her body.

  As he cupped her breasts, she closed her eyes and gripped his wrists. He lazily made circles on her flesh and gently squeezed her nipples. Her knees weakened, but he didn’t stop, relentlessly soaping her until she opened her eyes. The hazel color had turned smoky and inviting. “You are one responsive woman,” he said.

  “For the right man, Sir.”

  Holy Christ. Even though he had fucked her less than twenty minutes ago, he was ready again.

  He moved his hands lower to wash her abdomen and legs. Then he turned her around to wash her back. He took down the showerhead to rinse between her legs, and he used his hand to be sure he’d removed all the lube.

  “You’re thorough,” she said.

  “I may have told you that I take care of mine,” he replied.

  She slowly pivoted to face him again. “Should I return the favor?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked up the bar of soap that he’d slid back into the holder.

  As he had with her, she took her time washing him, and she spent an extraordinary amount of time on his genitalia.

  “May I?” She held out her hand for the showerhead, and he offered it to her.

  With the water, she lazed her way across his front and chest then rinsed his dick and balls for far longer than necessary.

  “Do you mind holding this again?”

  He accepted the handle even as she lowered herself before him.

  It had been a long time since a woman had given him head. When he had a lover, he focused on her, knowing he’d find his pleasure in her pussy or ass. But this? With her so eagerly sucking him into her mouth…?

  Nathan dug his hand into her hair, dislodging the clip, sending the tresses spilling. He held her, guiding her.

  His cock went from semi-flaccid to erect in a matter of seconds.

  Before he could spill in her, he turned off the water, helped her up then left the shower. He bundled
her into a white fluffy robe then shrugged into one himself, pocketing a condom.

  She gasped when he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “We’ll finish what you started,” he warned in a gravelly voice.

  Caveman style, he tossed her on the bed. When she laughed and scooted away, he captured her foot, then dragged her back.

  “Sexy, Sir,” she said.

  He had their robes off and the condom on in record time. “Is this what you want?” he demanded.

  “What? Your dick in me?” She reached for him.

  Passion driving him, Nathan moved between her legs and smoothly lifted them to press his shoulders into the backs of her thighs. He licked her, teasing her still-swollen clit. He needn’t have worried. Perhaps because she had no apprehensions, she was slick.

  Nathan positioned himself, and she sucked in her breath as he slid inside her with one long, continuous stroke.

  This time, he pinned her arms at her sides and took his time fucking her, making love to her.

  And this time, when she came, he compelled her to keep looking at him. He watched her eyes go from light to dark. Her voice went from sigh to whimper.

  Because of his angle, he was able to penetrate deeper than before.

  As he got closer, she fisted her hands in the bedspread. She tilted her pelvis and he surged in, filling her completely.

  He held the orgasm back longer than he could imagine, and when he came, he shuddered from the force.

  So as not to crush her, he rolled to his side then pulled her against him, holding her silently. He spooned her, wrapped her up for a few minutes while he half dozed.

  A few minutes later, he climbed from the bed, leaving her asleep. He disposed of the condom before handling his nighttime chores—turning off lights and ensuring the doors were locked before heading back to the playroom. He wiped down the equipment, put everything back where it belonged then gathered their clothing and returned to the bedroom.

  She was asleep, curled up where he normally slept.

  He grinned. Her dark hair was spread wildly across his pillow, and she only had a sheet tucked around her naked body.

  It surprised him how natural it seemed to have Kelsey here, in his house. Even better, in his bed, despite the fact she was in his spot. After putting away their clothes, he shocked himself by getting into bed on the unfamiliar side.

  She extended a hand, finding his chest.

  It made him ridiculously happy that she’d reached for him. If she’d been awake, he knew that wouldn’t have happened. He placed his hand around her wrist, silently reassuring her he’d be there.

  The problem was, if she had her way, it would only be until Saturday night.

  He was no longer sure that was acceptable to him.

  * * * *

  Kelsey opened her eyes. Reality seemed distorted, and she blinked, trying to clear her vision. But she didn’t recognize anything. She felt suffocated, as if something was pinning her down. She thrashed, trying to get free before waking up enough to figure out she was at Nathan Donovan’s house, nude in his bed, with a sheet, blanket and comforter covering her. But he wasn’t next to her.

  Memories of the previous evening seeped in, and she remembered him cuffing her to the spanking bench, flogging her, giving her one solid spank with the paddle then fucking her. Heat made her flush anew when she recalled the way he’d taken out the plug.

  But he was so matter-of-fact about things that he didn’t tolerate embarrassment. And because of the courage she’d gathered, she’d been the one to initiate sex after the shower. Until him, she hadn’t been capable of that kind of behavior.

  And afterward… She didn’t remember anything after he’d fucked her in his bed.

  She often slept badly, sometimes struggling with insomnia. She always woke up at least twice, but last night, she’d slept through, so soundly she didn’t know whether or not he’d even come to bed.

  Except… He had. She knew it. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of her mind, she recalled him wrapping himself around her, protecting her, giving her the comfort to rest peacefully.

  The scent of coffee teased her. The room was dark from the heavy shades, and she had no idea what time it was. She looked around for a clock but didn’t find one, and she’d left her purse on the kitchen counter.

  Curious, she climbed from the bed.

  Nathan had hung the white fluffy robe from the footboard on her side of the bed, and she put it on, tying the belt around her as she left the room.

  A light was on in his office, and she knocked on the doorframe before entering.

  The television was on, the volume low, and he was on the exercise bike, slowly pedaling. He wore shorts and no shirt. Perspiration dampened his hair and he looked devilishly handsome.

  “Come in,” he said, smile wide, inviting.

  A cup of coffee sat on his desk, abandoned.

  “You can have it.” He obviously noted her forlorn expression. “But there’s a fresh pot downstairs that may appeal to you more.”

  It seemed bizarre, waking up in her boss’s house, talking about coffee in her robe.

  “How did you sleep?”

  “I woke up nude.”

  “That’s unusual, I take it?” He grinned. The bike beeped, and he pedaled even slower, obviously cooling down. “Can’t say that I’m sorry you slept so well.”

  “Are you taking credit for it?”

  “Total and complete,” he said shamelessly.

  She picked up his cup and sat in his chair. The coffee was tepid, but strong and rich. “What time is it?”

  “A little after five,” he said.

  The machine beeped again, and he pushed a button to stop it before dismounting. “I need to do a couple of things before I shower,” he said, coming closer to her.

  She nodded and stood. “I’ll grab a fresh cup then get ready to go.”

  “Bring me a cup back?”

  “So you’ll give me a crappy cup of coffee but you won’t drink it?”

  He touched her nose and emotion cascaded through her. Damn, she liked his gentle teasing almost as much as she appreciated the fact he’d gotten up early enough to make coffee, which was something she rarely managed.

  Downstairs, she fished her phone from her purse and dropped it in the deep robe pocket. He’d he set out a cup for her. She liked the way he always seemed to be thinking about her, but she told herself not to get too accustomed to it.

  After rinsing his cup, she filled both. She found an unopened container of cream in the refrigerator. She knew he didn’t drink it, which meant he’d taken time to pick it up for her.

  Cups ready, she climbed the stairs and heard music coming from his office.

  He was sitting at his desk, and he had his wrist cocked as he looked at it.

  “What are you watching?”

  “Nothing yet. It’s the way the watch starts up when you turn it on.”

  “It sounds like the score from a movie or something.”

  “It’s Julien Bonds’ theme music.”

  “I had no idea.” It probably shouldn’t surprise her, but it did.

  She extended Nathan’s cup to him, and he accepted with a smile.

  “I found the cream in the fridge,” she said.

  “I suspected you were resourceful enough to do that.”

  The words “Good morning, Nathan!” blasted from the watch as the theme music faded.

  She watched, stunned, as a small image of Julien Bonds floated above the screen. “Hologram?”

  Nathan nodded and sipped.

  “Is it real time? I mean, are you interacting with it?”

  “No. You might as well enjoy it. There’s no way to make him shut up once he starts.”

  “Your software update is complete. Do I look better? Sound better? Tell the watch what you think about the new voice synthesizer. It will relay it to me. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings. I want to be perfect more than I want you to stroke my ego.”

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nbsp; “I wonder about that,” Nathan said.

  “You may want to amp up the workout a bit today, Nathan.” Bonds flexed his arm. “It doesn’t appear you walked your suggested ten thousand steps yesterday.”

  Nathan pulled her into his lap and she had to readjust quickly to avoid spilling her coffee.

  “And we’re unsure whether or not you got enough sleep.”

  “Who’s we?” she asked. “Does he mean the royal we?”

  “It could mean his engineers or the program. Or you could be right. It might be the royal we.”

  “As a reminder, for this to be as effective as we want, please wear your watch in the evenings, even when you sleep. In fact…you took it off around eight-thirty last night. Were you doing something you don’t want us knowing about? At any rate, as for business… Press reports for Donovan Logistics have been mostly complimentary. I’ve attached all relevant search results from the past twenty-four hours to an email and they’re flagged in suggested-read order. I’ve included a rumor from an online source that states OneTech is being acquired. They quoted an anonymous source. And Donovan Worldwide was not named in the piece. Be sure to eat right today. Pizza is not a sustainable choice. At least order a vegetarian one.” The image gave a little wave before vanishing. Then screen went blank.

  “Impressive and intrusive,” she said.

  “Isn’t that the conundrum? It’s so fucking useful, though, that I leave it on most of the time. His search filters are beyond anything we’ve seen so far, as if he’s applied artificial intelligence to it. The news updates are cross-referenced. Info on all of our companies and those we’re interested in, as well as relevant market updates, show up twice a day, generally around noon after the European workday is done and then again at the end of business in Houston. I didn’t access it last night, so it was waiting for me this morning.”

  Her phone chimed, and she scooped it out of her pocket.

  “More intrusive technology?” he asked.

  “The worst.” She swiped the screen to silence the reminder. “This is an alarm that tells me to get moving so I’m not late to work. I don’t want to piss off my new boss.”

  “See that you don’t.”

  She scooted off his lap and he snagged her wrist to prevent her from escaping. Before she knew what was happening, he’d plucked her coffee from her, slid it on the desk then turned her over his knee.