by Anya Summers
He’d even tried the boss route and had his secretary Mary contact her for a meeting in his office—one where he planned to tan her hide for dodging him and disregarding his requests. After all, she had agreed to be his sub for a week. Only then he received a message relayed by Mary that Naomi wasn’t feeling well after her shift and was resting in her room. It made him doubt his ire and wonder if she really was ill. He’d had the cook send her some soup and hot tea with a private note from him saying he hoped she felt better soon and to call if she needed anything.
He hadn’t heard so much as a peep. Not a ‘thank you for thinking of me,’ not an ‘I’m sorry,’ nothing. It annoyed him that she wouldn’t face him. If she didn’t appear soon, Jared worried that he would end up dismantling the door to her room just to reach her.
Jared knew that Zoey had spoken with Naomi yesterday. Zoey had assured him at the club last night that Naomi had hung on just about every word. So why didn’t that make him feel any better? Maybe because he had been in meetings all day with Declan and the rest of the founding members of the Dungeon Fantasy Club, discussing his plans for expanding the admittance base to the island, and had had trouble focusing on the task at hand. So much so, he’d been forced to tell Declan, Tyler, and Tobias to fuck off. He could still hear their laughter after his last gaffe.
In no mood for shenanigans after Declan left his office with a secretive grin on his face that only made him want to deck his best friend, Jared made one last call. This one would put the impudent sub in her place once and for all—or he was done.
Wanting to avoid contact with people in general, since he was feeling punchy, he exited his office through the back hall and entered his penthouse. The scent of disinfecting cleaner teased his senses. He continued his progression further into the bowels of his home and spied the cupboard doors to his washer and dryer open with a load in progress.
Like a predator scenting its prey, a smile spread over his lips as he went on the hunt for one naughty sub in need of discipline. He sauntered into his bedroom and skidded to a halt just inside his door. Naomi, in her tiny maid uniform, was kneeling on top of his mattress, bent over, showing off that beautiful heart-shaped butt of hers, making his bed. She was gyrating her hips in a bouncy figure eight roll and almost making his eyes roll back in his head.
Lust unfurled. In three strides, he could be up on the bed behind her and pounding his now swollen dick inside her slick folds. He wanted to fall on her like a ravenous beast. Splay her legs wide with her juicy cunt his for the feasting. He licked his lips at the thought. She would scream his name in ecstasy multiple times before he was done with her tonight.
His mood lifted completely as he sauntered to the bed. She had some discipline coming first, and only then would he indulge in her sweetness. He rounded the bed and placed a hand on her lower back. She noticeably jumped at his touch. But she didn’t move away from him as she glanced over her shoulder. She tugged the earbuds from her ears, switching off her music. Naomi attempted to wriggle out from underneath his hand but he was having none of it.
In a single move, he repositioned her on the bed, nestled himself between her thighs, and caged her with his body. He held himself aloft as she bucked under him.
“Get. Off. Me,” she panted, wiggling like a fish on a hook.
He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, loving the way her mouth parted and the slight indrawn sigh, followed by a thunderous fury crossing her visage. She truly was a wonder.
“If you ask me properly.” He canted his head, waiting for her to comply. Naomi’s flashbang fire burned brightly but was hard to maintain. He waited, reveling in the feel of her beneath him. Another part of his anatomy hungered for her flesh, wanting to slide into her heated depths.
She huffed, struggling until she realized that just his sheer size and weight would let him win. Once she had settled, she glared at him and said, “Get off me please, Sir.”
“Not just yet, I want to have your undivided attention and fear that, should I stand up, you would run away. Then I would be forced to chase you and this could go on all night. I have to be in the club in three hours and don’t have time for your obtuse shenanigans.”
Naomi rolled her eyes and harrumphed. When she would have crossed her arms in front of her chest, he caught both wrists, imprisoning each one on the bed on either side of her head.
Her eyes blazed with fire, there was anger but also desire burning in her gaze. He wanted the anger to dissipate until there was only desire. He leaned in close, so close he could see himself in her eyes. Her plump lips parted and her warm breath washed over him. Her lips parted in expectation, her tongue darted out and wet her bottom lip. Instead of storming her defenses, he set out to seduce.
He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, tracing the plump flesh with his tongue. Jared teased her with his kiss, placing light, delicate ones on the corners of her mouth, tracing the curve of her lips, delighting in the flavor of her. Her little gasps and startled moans ignited a fever in his blood. He enticed, driving her to lift her head up as far as he would allow, seeking his mouth, until she was panting and desperate and uttered the words he longed to hear, “Please, Sir, please.”
And then he took her mouth, plundering her wet heat, claiming her as no other man ever had or ever would. Her legs slid around his waist, her hips undulated beneath him and it was his turn to growl.
Jared felt himself sinking into her and all his intentions, everything they needed to clear the air, were floating away on the night breeze. As much as it pained him to do so, he broke the kiss.
He stared down at her as he caught his breath, noting her swollen lips and pupils glazed with desire.
“Sir?” she asked, dazed.
“Now that I have your attention, I want to apologize for the other day, little one. I meant to explain my relationship with Zoey to you but thought I had more time. I didn’t realize they were coming to visit. If I had known, I would have explained what happened.”
“I accept your apology. I have work to do. Please let me up, Sir,” she begged, attempting to worm her way out of his hold again. She would learn that he would brook no disobedience.
“I have not given you permission to leave. If you agree to be my sub, it is things like this that I won’t let go without punishment. Stop trying to top from the bottom. I understand how you might feel like I wasn’t honest with you, and for that I am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you or make you doubt my feelings for you. And do you have nothing to say to me?”
“Like what?” Naomi tensed underneath him. Gone was the pliant, needy wanton. In her place was an uptight termagant. He’d have to fix that.
“Like why you chose to run yesterday instead of talking to me. I thought we agreed on honesty,” he said.
“I don’t want to play your games anymore. It hurt, seeing you with her.”
“I’m a Dom, lass, with a past. I cannot change that, but I do care for you. You must believe that.”
She shrugged and admitted, “I don’t know what to think after what I have seen and heard. In my book, if it walks like a duck and quacks like one, then it’s a duck. Maybe it would be better to forget the whole thing.”
Like hell. She wasn’t getting away from him. He ground his pelvis against her, rubbing the hard ridge of his cock through her crease. Her shorts were a flimsy barrier and she moaned, biting her lower lip.
“See, your body knows what it wants. Give me a chance and I’ll prove it, if you let me.” He kissed her again. He poured his new-found feelings into his kiss, showing her with more than words what she meant to him. He worked her into a mewling frenzy and broke the embrace.
Her chest heaving, she caved. “Fine. Last chance. Prove it.”
He smiled. “Atta girl.”
He released one of her wrists, pressed a latch on the headboard and withdrew a Velcro restraint from the hidden compartment. He looped it around first one wrist and then the other, tightening it until her arms were comfortably restrained above her h
ead. Once she was tethered, he left her momentarily to retrieve two devices and a vial of lubricant from his goody chest.
He sauntered back over, loving the sight of her in his bed. That was where she belonged, not just right now, but every night. He laid the two packages on the bed beside her. Then he undid the button on her shorts and drew them down her luscious legs. He did the same with her panties and groaned at the moisture slicking her plump folds.
Once she was bare from the waist down, he climbed back into bed, pushing her legs apart. He coated two of his fingers with lube, determined to introduce her to anal and begin stretching her little rose bud. He swiped his tongue through her folds.
“Mmm, I do love the flavor of your honey. Now, I’m going to test this tight little hole here. It might feel weird at first but just relax.”
She nodded and gasped as his fingers coated her anus with lubricant. Then he settled himself until his face hovered an inch above her juicy cunt before he began flicking his tongue against her clitoris while he penetrated her rosette with a single digit. She gasped and her back bowed. He had barely inserted the tip of his finger and her mewls of pleasure urged him onward. Without further ado, he plunged his tongue inside her quaking heat, eating her pussy with rigor as he pressed the digit forward in her taut back hole. He worked the single finger in small thrusts as he ate her. She relaxed around his digit by degrees as her desire overrode her fear until he was plunging his finger in to the hilt. Then he added a second, stretching her tissues as he thrust his tongue into her pussy.
He held her steady as he pushed her body higher, working his fingers inside her ass. When two digits were gliding in with ease, he added a third. She was thrusting her pelvis, and moaning uncontrollably. When he felt her body heading toward the edge of release, he backed off his pace. He did that over, and over, and over… until she was screaming his name almost incoherently.
He would give her this release. But then it was time for her punishment.
He clamped his lips around her swollen bud, slurping it into his mouth as he pummeled her ass with his fingers.
“Aaah!” Naomi exploded. Her cream flooded his mouth and her ass clenched around his fingers as she shattered and rode the waves of her climax. He lapped at her greedily, knowing he could eat her pussy all night long.
He withdrew his fingers, sitting back on his haunches. Naomi had this serene, blissed out expression on her face with the hint of a smile on her lips. He soaked it up because soon enough, she would likely be cursing him. He opened one of the packages, a starter butt plug. It was short but wide, and would start stretching that tight ass for his cock. The thought of sinking his dick into her ass made pre-cum leak from his erection.
He coated the plug with lube and inserted it inside her rear with little difficulty. Her body was still floating on her climax high. Then he opened the other package; vibrating panties with a bullet vibrator inside them, fit her feet through the openings, and pulled them up until they were firmly on.
Then he put her shorts back on and undid her wrist restraints.
She stared at him, confused, as he left the bed. He almost chuckled as he picked up the remote and flipped the switch. Her moaned gasp was music to his ears.
“Sir, what are you doing?” She gasped again and her head fell back on a groan.
“This is your punishment. You will wear these until I see you in the club tonight.”
“But, but, but… Sir?”
“We agreed to be honest with each other, and while I may have unintentionally kept something from you, you deliberately evaded me so that you wouldn’t be forced to cooperate and give me the same respect. You will wear these until this evening. Understood?” He switched the panties off and watched as Naomi breathed a sigh of relief. Her nipples were hard as rocks and pointing at him through her blouse.
He would overindulge on her body tonight. As it was, they needed this punishment to establish who was the Dom and who was the sub. He couldn’t allow her to continue trying to top from the bottom.
She sighed and said, “Yes, I understand, Sir.”
He helped her up and she went back to work making his bed. He stayed, turning the bullet on and off a few more times, enjoying the way she would stiffen and gasp whenever he did so. Then he vacated his penthouse, opting to eat dinner in the restaurant. If he stayed, a few more of her little gasps would be his undoing and they’d never leave his apartment because he’d be fucking her until her legs damn near fell off.
“Until tonight, Naomi,” he said, heading out the front door, with her latest moaned gasp still ringing in his ears.
Chapter 16
Son of a…
Naomi gritted her teeth as shock waves of pleasure decimated her system. For what seemed like the hundredth time today, Jared remotely switched the bullet vibrator in her panties on. The vibes against her swollen clit were almost too much to bear. He’d kept her on this sexual edge all evening.
She was in the process of preparing to head to the club for her shift. Tears threatened. She was so primed and ready for sex, she had a feeling her body would implode upon penetration. She gripped the back of the chair as waves bombarded her system. Combined with the plug in her bottom, the vibrations made her rear channel flutter and clasp at the plug. Her nipples were so hard, they ached. It was becoming difficult to walk without coming.
She sagged against the kitchen chair when the vibrations stopped. She couldn’t go on like this. It was too much. Not caring what Jared would think, she slipped the panties off, tossing them across the room. Then she removed the plug and breathed a sigh at the relief coursing through her body.
The sexual tension in her as she walked over to the dresser was of epic proportion. Jared had managed to turn her body from a normal, average one to a ravenous sexual being in need of a good rigorous fucking. She had orgasms built up in her system just waiting for his cock.
She whimpered as she walked. Her clit was so swollen. Needing a smidgeon of release, when she reached the dresser, she slid her hand to her pussy and vigorously rubbed her engorged nub. Her body shattered. She gripped the dresser ledge as the waves of her release flowed through her.
It only took the edge off her sexual need. Damn him. She wouldn’t be able to shut him out. She needed him, needed what only he seemed capable of doing with her body. Rifling in her drawer, she grabbed another G-string. It was a lacy turquoise number he’d be able to see in her French maid uniform.
Naomi headed down to the club and began her duties for the evening. Jared was on his throne. Like a king holding court, he oversaw the festivities. Sherry was on her knees in front of him, her head bent, and Naomi could see the tremors in her form.
Jared didn’t hold back or decrease his volume as he questioned her. “From what I understand, you lied to impugn my honor that our relationship was anything other than what it was, scratching an itch between us.”
Sherry replied, “Sir, I thought that there was more. It’s why I came here. I—”
“Regardless of what you believed, I never indicated that I wanted anything more beyond the handful of times we scened in the club. I apologize if I didn’t make that clearer to you. I assumed you understood the nature of it. In any case, that does not excuse your behavior on the island. You have been willfully deceitful to other employees about the nature of our relationship to cause harm to myself and others. For that, you will be punished.”
Sherry seemed to purr, almost delighted that he would touch her again. “Yes, Sir. I submit to whatever punishment you deem I have earned.”
Jared smiled then. A harsh, unyielding smile that if it had been directed at Naomi would have made her pee in her pants a bit. Then Jared said, “You will belong to Patrick and Nick for the next week. Maybe they can teach you the true meaning of submission.”
Sherry’s jaw dropped and then she sputtered, “But Sir, I can’t, I won’t. You can—”
“Sherry, enough. Either you submit to Patrick and Nick this next week, or I will have you on the
first boat off the island in the morning and you can go back to Scotland. Take your pick.”
Sherry bowed her head, but not before Naomi spied the sheen of tears leaking over her cheeks. She nodded her head in the affirmative. Patrick and Nick left their sentinel spots flanking Jared, surrounding Sherry as she cried. Patrick hoisted her into his arms. She didn’t necessarily go willingly, but she did cave and buried her face in his chest. The trio exited the club and everyone else resumed their activities.
Naomi was unsure how to feel about what had just occurred. On the one hand, she was glad she knew Sherry had been lying, which meant maybe she could place her trust in Jared. On the other hand, when he was in full on Dominant mode, he brooked no quarter or excuse and did not negotiate. And he wanted her full submission.
He spied her with his smoldering gaze and then smiled darkly. She followed the line of his arm to the small black remote in his hand. It took a minute for her brain to compute what he was initiating. Then, in dawning regret, she gulped and looked at his face. The man’s jaw was like chiseled rock. His stern expression made her belly tighten into knots and she was about to make a mad dash to the elevator when he stopped her.
“Naomi, come here this instant.” He held out his hand, indicating he wanted her close.
On trembling legs, she replayed the last hour. She had defied him, intentionally. What would he do?
She stopped just outside of arm’s reach. She bowed her head and said, “Yes, Sir?”
“Where are the panties I bade you wear earlier?”
“I took them off,” she mumbled, wincing, building a million scenarios in her mind.
“And the plug?”
“Gone too.”
“I see. So you deliberately defied my orders. Why?”
“It was too much. I couldn’t take it.” Now she felt wetness coating her lashes, blinking back her own tears. She wouldn’t apologize for not being able to withstand his carnal indulgences. She wasn’t built like him.