Boss

by Sierra Cartwright

  And she was affecting him in deeper ways, too. Today, with the way she’d walked into the offices at the docks, by his side, presenting a united front, had meant a great deal to him, both as CEO and as her Dom. She couldn’t have handled herself any better. She’d been assertive, focused—everything he’d never realized he wanted in a woman.

  “Please get undressed,” he said. “I put your collar and my flogger in your bag this morning before we left the house. I’m going to wash the plug. When I get back, I want you wearing the collar, and I will expect you to have your chest on the mattress with your hands behind you, pulling your ass cheeks apart. Questions?”

  “No, Sir,” she said.

  Her voice had a seductive purr to it. He wondered whether she knew her tone was different when they were in a BDSM scene. He adored it. And her.

  After removing his suit coat, he carried the plug into the bathroom. He rolled up his sleeves then washed the glass with hot water, suspecting it would retain heat for some time.

  When he returned to the bedroom with a couple of hand towels, one of them wet, he saw her, perfectly in position, her asshole exposed to his mercy. He paused for a second to compose himself. Her submission thrilled him.

  Nathan picked up the lube from her nightstand and spread some of the viscous liquid on his fingers before approaching her.

  She moved about for a few seconds before settling.

  He gently slipped a finger into her ass, sliding in and out several times before adding a second finger alongside it.

  Kelsey gasped, and for a moment she let go of her ass cheeks.

  He waited to see whether or not she’d correct herself, and after a small whimper she did so. “Well done,” he said.

  As he entered again, he stretched his fingers farther apart.

  “Damn.”

  “This will make the plug fit easier.”

  She nodded against the mattress.

  When he was sure her anus had been stretched wide enough, he wiped his fingers then picked up the glass by the base.

  He drizzled lube on it and waited a few seconds for it to seep downward. Then he added a couple of extra dollops just above the fattest part of the stem.

  “Ready? Keep your buttocks apart.” He knew that would be difficult for her to accomplish, but she took a breath and spread them even farther.

  Rather than fuck her with the thing, he went straight in.

  She sucked in a deep breath when he breached her with the widest part of the flare, pressing forward in a single motion.

  “Damn.” She exhaled and did a little dance as it settled.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Warm. Massive. Like my stomach has to be sticking out.”

  “It looks even better than I imagined.”

  “Really?”

  “That hot pink next to your skin? And knowing it will be beneath that black skirt at the club? The bright flash of color? Sensational.”

  She craned her head, obviously trying to see in the mirror behind her.

  “Let me take a picture.”

  “I… No.”

  “We can do it with your phone. You’ll have complete control of it, and you can delete it immediately.”

  She slowly nodded. “It’s in my purse still. On the table near the front door.”

  “You can relax while I get it. And by relax, I mean stay where you are. You can bring your legs together a little more and put your hands on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

  He found her phone exactly where she’d said, and he returned to her before taking a few seconds to figure out how the camera app worked. “Show me the plug, sub.”

  She parted her cheeks for him, and he snapped several shots from various distances and angles. Then he reached forward to show her the photos.

  Kelsey studied the picture. “It doesn’t look all that big.”

  “The part holding your anus apart is fairly slender. And the base is less than two inches,” he agreed. “What do you think of it?”

  “That you could have been right.”

  “Again,” he added.

  “As usual.” She gave him a slight eye-roll.

  “That’ll cost you, sub.”

  “Sorry, not sorry, Sir,” she replied.

  His little submissive had taken to spankings better than he might have expected. “I’m going to give you a flogging.” He put down her phone.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  As she stood, he pulled off his necktie. Though cuffs would work just as well, better in fact, he loved using his clothing to bind her. “I want you against the wall, your arms held above your head. It could take some focus, but I want you to keep them there. I’m going to give you a taste of what to expect from the Punishment Pole.”

  “I looked it up online, and I didn’t find much.”

  “It’s a design from a Dom in Colorado. Essentially, it’s a tall, thick pole covered in vinyl. It has hooks at the top so that the Dom can attach cuffs or straps, forcing the sub to hang on, rather than let herself go. There’s an adjustable spreader bar at the bottom. Those of us who’ve used it enjoy the versatility.” He shrugged. “And it’s a change from the St. Andrew’s cross.” He’d let her find out for herself that she’d be able to grind her needy little cunt against it while he was flogging her. “Because you’ll be wearing leather, I’ll hit you harder than I will this evening.”

  She nodded.

  “We’ll take tomorrow off from sceneing,” he said. “I’ll want your body relaxed. I’ve scheduled you for a massage Saturday afternoon.”

  “I’m starting to feel a little pampered, Sir.”

  “You’ll need it.”

  Without further prompting, she pressed herself against the far wall and stretched her hands above her head.

  He tied her wrists together before grabbing the flogger from her bag.

  Nathan tested it several times, noticing her wince each time the throngs rent the air. “Tell me you’re ready.”

  “Sir. Yes.”

  He returned to her and warmed her up with a few gentle leather kisses. Then he pressed his body against hers, hard, pushing her into the wall.

  Her breaths came in labored little bursts.

  “Do you feel my cock?” He tilted his pelvis so his erection was near her plug, putting force on it.

  She groaned and let her arms drop before she caught herself.

  “That’s it. That’s my good sub.”

  “The fucking plug makes me feel so full.”

  “Wait until I have my dick up there Saturday night.”

  “Oh, God. Oh God.”

  Before he ended up ejaculating, he pulled back and shook his head to clear it. He drew a couple of breaths, being sure his focus was on her before beginning the flogging.

  A few minutes in, he stopped to play with her pussy and was rewarded by her wetness. “You’re a sexy woman.” He put his face near hers.

  She turned toward him and he kissed her, capturing her hair, holding her prisoner while he plundered her mouth and made sure she knew how much he desired her.

  She rubbed the wall shamelessly as he continued to tease her.

  “A few more,” he said, moving away and resuming the flogging, leaving her breathless.

  He flogged her harder than he had the other night, moving his hand in a figure eight to catch her with both a back and front stroke.

  Since she was standing, he knew the flogger would impact her differently. He was able to wrap the strands around her more fully. And he had a more complete swing when he landed strokes on her inner thighs and shoulders.

  She began to moan, a soft, pleased sound. And that was its own reward.

  He untied her and rubbed her shoulders. “I want you on top of me tonight,” he said. “You’ll be able to control the depth and speed.” Which he was certain she would prefer since she had in a much bigger plug than she was accustomed to.

  Within a minute, he was undressed and had donned a condom, not wanting to wait long enough to have he
r do it for him. When he was lying down, she straddled him.

  She used her hand to guide his cockhead to her entrance, and she winced.

  “Use lube if you need it,” he encouraged.

  “I’m wet enough. It’s just…”

  “Just?” he prompted.

  “You’re so freaking big, and this plug thing has already filled up all the space.”

  It was all he could do not to grab her and pull her down. It was sweet, sweet torture for her to take him a bit at a time.

  She shifted her weight to her knees, allowing him to penetrate a little deeper.

  A moment later, he grasped her nipples and squeezed.

  With a yelp, she moved. He took advantage of it and surged up, filling her completely. “How’s that?” He backed off the pressure.

  “I’ll let you know when I’m not seeing stars.” A few seconds later, she looked down at him. “This is pretty…amazing.”

  For him too. Her channel was tight, and the feel of the glass heightened the sensation against his cock.

  He wanted her to set the pace as much as she could, because if he did it, he’d come in under thirty seconds.

  She began to rock, creating friction.

  Determined to heighten her sensations, he tightened his grip on her nipples, and her internal muscles squeezed his cock.

  Kelsey lifted herself up and repositioned her arms so that she leaned slightly forward.

  Matching her seductive movements, he pumped into her. He released one of her nipples and twisted the other. At the same time he found her clit and rubbed it.

  She screamed out as she clenched him hard with her cunt, with her knees.

  The force of her orgasm spurred his. His hamstrings contracted as he surged up into her, ejaculating his hot cum.

  Afterward, he held her for a long time, snuggled up to her back, his dick between her ass cheeks.

  She relaxed into him, and he wrapped her up, wondering how she was going to react when he told her he never intended to let her go.

  * * * *

  The outer office door opened, and Kelsey jumped, sloshing some mocha out of the cup.

  Nathan closed the door behind him then turned to lock it. “Show me,” he said.

  Her hand trembled as she put down her drink. She knew what he meant. Even if his tone hadn’t been so direct, the color of his eyes—green, spiked with intent—would have clarified things for her. If she’d still been confused, the decisive click of the tumbler falling home would have made his words clear.

  He crossed the room and moved aside the chair, clearing a space for her to rest her palms.

  “Good morning, Mr. Donovan.”

  “Ms. Lane.” He folded his arms across his chest.

  Following orders, Kelsey stood and walked around to his side of the desk.

  He’d positioned himself so that she had to work her way in front of him, close enough that her bottom brushed him.

  Mouth dry, she placed her palms on the desk and bent over, legs spread. She remembered last night, the way he’d pressed himself against her, making the plug feel as if it were seated even deeper.

  This man had an endless number of ways to make her needy.

  He leaned forward, pushing her against the desk.

  God, he smelled good. Fresh, like spring.

  His fingers caressed her thighs as he captured the hem of her skirt and drew it up past the flare of her hips, tucking it into her waistband.

  He stroked her skin, and she instinctively tightened her pussy.

  Nathan put his left hand on her left hipbone and trailed his right over her butt cheek, before touching the base of the ridiculously large plug.

  He found, tugged on it, twisted it, making it move and her writhe.

  “You please me,” he said softly, into her ear, sending shock waves of arousal through her. “Very, very much.”

  Her pussy all but dripped, and she was hungry for him.

  Feeling like the fuck slut he called her, she gyrated her hips, trying to get him to touch her.

  “I want you desperate by tomorrow.”

  “I’m desperate now, Sir.” Her clit ached, and her whole body seemed on fire.

  “Tomorrow, sub,” he returned, removing his hand and sliding her skirt back into place.

  Her breath and pulse both out of control, she looked at him.

  His features were unreadable, but his tone had been serious.

  “What?”

  “No orgasm until tomorrow. And that includes masturbating.”

  Kelsey couldn’t believe he’d left her unfulfilled, crawling out of her mind. Through his shirtsleeve, she noticed a glow from his watch. “What’s that?”

  He followed her gaze.

  With very precise movements, he angled his wrist then swiped away the thundering heart icon that hovered above the screen.

  “Looks as if the software upgrade worked,” she said. “The color is more vibrant than it was a couple of days ago.”

  “More glitchy.”

  “Look, Mr. Donovan…” She lifted onto the balls of her feet then scooted back to sit on the edge of the desk. Then, more daring than she’d ever been, she reached for his cock. He was fully erect.

  She stroked him.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he warned, putting his hand over hers.

  “I want you just as ready,” she countered. Though he’d managed to prevent her hand from moving, she was still able to squeeze him. “Just as needy.”

  Heat banked in his gorgeous green eyes. And the heart icon flared to life.

  He leaned toward her, and she gently bit his lower lip before licking away the hurt.

  “Ms. Lane—”

  In her entire life, she’d never initiated a kiss, but she did now.

  Within moments, he seized control, devouring her. She realized that it hadn’t been a smart move. His dominant instincts were powerful and he possessed her so completely that she was hungrier for him than she had been a few minutes ago.

  Knowing she couldn’t take much more, she pulled away.

  “Be assured,” he informed her, “the only thought in my brain right now is putting my dick in you. I will make sure the wait is worth it. For both of us.” He released his grip on her hand and took a step back.

  She crossed her arms and rested her fingers on her shoulders.

  “Tell me one of those cups is for me?” He used his thumbs to tuck her hair behind her ears.

  “You know it is.” Kelsey realized how quickly they’d fallen into a routine, and they were starting to know each other’s habits.

  She unfolded her arms and turned slightly to pick up his cup.

  He accepted it then raised an eyebrow when he saw the writing beneath the lid. “Boss?”

  “Marvin did that.”

  “What’s on the list for discussion?”

  Lara’s phone call flitted through her mind. Again she wondered whether or not she should mention it to him.

  Instead, she moved away from him and went to unlock the door while he took a seat in front of her desk like he did every time they updated each other on events.

  “The going-away party for Mr. Newman is scheduled for November thirtieth,” she said when she was seated behind her desk. “I’m planning to send a company-wide memo about it this afternoon. I went ahead and ordered him an award for Best Boss Ever.”

  He winced.

  “We’ll be holding the party at an events center not far from here. I’ve got a budget from Zoe McBride for the event. And she said to take it up with Sofia if you have a stick up your ass.”

  “She said that?”

  “I’m paraphrasing.”

  He smiled, as if he knew she was trying to get to him.

  “I’m about done with the budget for giveaways and drawings. As we discussed on Monday, I do want to send everyone home with something that has the Donovan Logistics logo on it.”

  “Koozies,” he said.

  “Koozies?”

  “Koozi
es. Like for beer bottles, soda cans. You know, Koozies.”

  It seemed like an odd directive, but she agreed. “Okay. Koozies.”

  “Everyone likes them.” He shrugged. “Or so Cade tells me.”

  “Cade?”

  “He sells them at the ranch gift shop. We can get you one in December.”

  The reminder that she might have taken a new job by then jolted her, and she focused on immediate business. “Is this in addition to other giveaways or do you want everyone to take them home?”

  “How many people are we talking?”

  “A thousand, maybe.”

  “A couple for everyone.”

  Her jaw almost dropped. “What happened to you being a cheapskate?”

  “No one wants pens. Everyone drinks something.”

  “By the way, I’m not sure whether or not you realized, but I’ve removed all the Newman Inland Marine logoed items from the conference rooms and all public areas. New office supplies and cups arrived yesterday afternoon and I made sure they were made available.”

  “I appreciate you, Kelsey.”

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Donovan.”

  “By the way, how does that plug feel?”

  “Thanks for the reminder.” But it wasn’t as if she were likely to forget about it.

  “I don’t suppose you brought nipple clamps?”

  “No!”

  “I was teasing.”

  He turned her into a mass of shock and anticipation. “Don’t you have billions to earn today? Or save? Whatever?”

  “Have a nice day, Ms. Lane. Dinner?”

  Confused, she scowled. “I thought we weren’t seeing each other?”

  “No sex, no flogging, no masturbating, no spanks, no matter how badly behaved you might be. But I didn’t say I couldn’t feed you.”

  After spending so much time together, she hadn’t been looking forward to spending the evening alone. Last night he’d gone home. As much as she would have hated to admit it, she’d missed sleeping with him.

  She was getting far too emotionally attached to him, and that wasn’t a good thing. “How about we get some takeout and watch something on TV?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “If you think I could keep my hands off you while we were on a couch together, you’d be wrong.”

  In response to his words and the way he regarded her, she twitched, making the plug shift inside her. It was unbelievably erotic.