King

by Dee, L J

  “I was twenty one when I saved up enough money to come to London. I was desperate to break into advertising and had written to all the major players, begging them to let me work for my tube fare and the price of a sandwich every day. I didn’t have the qualifications or the experience, so I guessed my best chance would be to make them have to think of a reason not to hire me, work my backside off and make myself utterly indispensable” I laughed. “Did you write to me?” I nodded, looking up at him and flushing slightly at the admission. “I’m pretty sure I have a’ thanks but no thanks’ rejection letter languishing in a drawer somewhere from your HR Department” I smiled as he frowned down at me, seeming to take the whole thing personally. “I’m sorry Baby” he said squeezing me tightly “maybe King Marketing are missing a trick. I would have loved to get my hands on you then” he smiled as I giggled. “I bet you would” I laughed as he winked again, the little gesture making my stomach flip and my heart flutter.

  “Well Simon Jones from RJB advertising took pity on me” I laughed “but because I wasn’t earning I had to work two other jobs aswell. So there I was, working to the point of exhaustion, just to be able to pay the rent on a one room rat infested shithole in the armpit of London, and that’s when I met Gregg”. He was frowning slightly and listening hard to every detail. “We barely saw each other because I was full time at RJB then waitressing at Beyond, every night from Monday to Sunday, and in the daytime on weekends, I worked in a shop in Soho, you can imagine” I smiled. “Doesn’t leave a lot of time for the fella” he sympathised as I nodded gently. “Well after a few months, he suggested I moved in with him. It would mean that we’d see each other a bit more and to be honest, I was desperate to get out of the shithole, so I agreed. It was OK at first. He liked to be in control in the bedroom. Not like you” I laughed, looking up at him as he smiled proudly “but a little bit. We used to play dirty, and he’d call me a slut and a whore and stuff and I liked it, it turned me on to be honest”. I looked up at him flushing as he smiled knowingly, kissing my head gently as I continued. “But then things changed and he started using it out of the bedroom.” He was frowning now, his beautiful features etched with concern and I loved that he cared about my past.

  “He was getting more and more controlling and less and less trusting. I was doing well at work and I felt like my life was coming together. At first he started coming to Beyond at the end of my shift, saying that he wanted to see me home safely. He used to get agitated that I smiled and was really friendly to the customers, but every idiot knows that if you want good tips, that’s the first rule of waitressing. He accused me of flirting with them and had started to call me names at home. I wasn’t happy and we argued constantly, but I was trapped financially and because I hardly spent any time there, I could live with it. I was squirreling enough money away for a deposit on another shithole of my own and I had a plan” I sighed. “Go on” he urged, stroking my hair gently as I continued my tale.

  “One night he came to the restaurant and he was drunk. I was waiting on a huge table of guys on a stag party and they were rowdy and rude and one of them pinched my arse. Gregg flew over to the table, calling me a bitch and a whore and dragged me across the restaurant by my hair, in full view of all the fucking diners”. I flinched at the memory that was surprisingly painful. It was a long time since I’d thought about it, and without question it had been one of the most humiliating incidents in my life. He was frowning hard now, cradling me softly and I responded to the warmth, kissing his beautiful chest. “He blamed me of course, said it was my fault for being such a ‘fucking whore’ and he punched me in the face. It felt like my cheekbone exploded and my eye was throbbing. I’d never been hit before”. “Did no one intervene Charlotte?” I nodded silently. “They did then, but not before I kicked him hard in the bollocks and put him on his arse anyway. The manager had him arrested for assault but he also fired me. It gave me time to get my clothes and a few bits from the flat, and I spent the night huddled in Tottenham Court Road tube station, sheltering from the rain with my huge green army duffle bag, wondering what the hell I was going to do.

  Simon Jones called me into his office the following morning and I burst into tears, thinking I was going to lose my job. I was dirty, dishevelled and sporting a huge black eye.” “What did he do?” asked Jason softly as I smiled at him. “He asked me what had happened and I told him of my plight. I liked Simon, he had always been kind to me. He said I was indispensable and offered me a full time job. It was the happiest day of my life” I grinned as he smiled back at me. “One of the girls in the office had a spare room and he told me to go there, get myself sorted out and gave me £1000 advance on my salary. I never saw Gregg again, and I never looked back” I said confidently. “ So I’m a bit uneasy about the ‘whore’ word because that’s the last time I heard it”. “I’ll never say it to you” he paused, running firm hands over my soft skin, as I gazed up into his dazzling blue eyes “until you beg me to” he smirked and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. If anyone else had said that, my first thought would have been ‘and that will happen when hell freezes over’, but I knew that with King, anything was possible. The man would probably have me on my knees begging me to say it as I sucked his delicious cock before the week was out, and the thought made me laugh out loud.

  “What’s funny Charlotte?” he smiled, mischievous eyes twinkling with lust. “I was thinking that I just know it’s going to happen” I grinned as he rolled on top of me, pinning me underneath him. “You’d better believe it gorgeous” he smiled and fucked me over and over for several more hours until I literally couldn’t take another ounce of pleasure without passing out.

  He fed me in bed, a simple sandwich of prawns and rocket, with a gently spiced mayonnaise and I could barely stay awake, shattered, sated, sore and deliriously happy. “I don’t understand why we can’t sleep together” I said gently, probing for some answers as he pulled me closer. It wasn’t that there was a lack of intimacy, it was quite the opposite, intimacy overload in fact considering the length of time we had been together.

  “It’s a line Charlotte, a reflection of the Dom/ sub relationship, a degree of separation if you like”. “So you never sleep with your subs?” I questioned, hoping silently to get more of an insight into the relationships he’d had before. “No. I rarely if ever spent the night in the same place, so it’s never been an issue. Listen” he said, stroking my hair as I nuzzled against him. “I usually only spend time with subs at the parties and never outside them, so this is different for me too. You and I have a bit of a sketchy history Smith and I’ve broken so many of my usual rules already” he prodded me playfully, grinning as I grinned back, knowing exactly what he meant and thinking I finally understood. “So you think if I sleep with you it crosses the line from me just being a sub into being something else”. He nodded. I knew King didn’t do girlfriends, and I was happy enough with the way things were, so I didn’t push it any further. “OK, I get it” I said and the truth was that I absolutely did. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep” he smiled as I gazed up at him, seeming to be needing the closeness tonight just as much as I did. “Thank you Jason” I smiled, closing my eyes and drifting into a blissful sleep, dreaming of dungeons, Jason the Dominant and all manner of kink.

  Chapter 13

  I woke early, glanced in at him sleeping in a nearby room and left to hail a cab. I had to get home and changed, ready for work. I had done next to nothing yesterday, unable to focus, and bunked off for an afternoon and evening of incredible sex in Jason Kings bed. Today I had to make up for it, right after I had searched the internet to try and find a suitably fabulous outfit for the advertising awards. Our relationship may be a secret from my employers, but I wanted him salivating over me all night, before taking me home, hopefully to celebrate in our own unique way. It was before ten when the text arrived.

  Don’t forget, I want you pitching without panties this week and thinking about me while you do it. I will p
ick you up at seven.

  Blurring the line again, I laughed inwardly, my heart soaring at the fact that I was obviously in his head. Yesterday had seen us both open up even more, me especially. It felt like more than sex, intensely intimate and incredibly special and he was definitely under my skin in the most delightful way. I smiled, remembering how I used to feel about him, and how much things had changed, telling Sasha and Katie as much as they came to my office for a mid morning coffee. “Just be careful Charlotte” Sasha had warned me, no doubt speaking from experience. “It can get really intense, especially when you’re new to it. Just try not to let his power extend out of the bedroom, otherwise you might find yourself in trouble” she smiled kindly and I knew exactly what she meant. The experience was unlike anything I’d ever had before, a whirlwind of emotions and feelings and as much to do with my head as it was my body. “The brain is a powerful thing Lotty, just make sure you protect it”. “And your heart” quipped Katie, going on to recall how Robbie had pleasured her senseless all night in a powerful display of absolute masculinity and virility that had blown her mind. “I’ll do anything he wants in the bedroom now, if that’s the pay off” she laughed as I looked at her knowingly.

  I pitched out of my skin, in a heightened state of sexual arousal, and by the time the end of the day came, I had thought of little else but Jason, popping home and getting an overnight bag just in case, when I heard the soft sound of his engine outside and ran out to greet him, before he’d even made it up the steps, running into his arms and almost knocking him off balance.

  “Jesus Christ Charlotte” he laughed as I giggled. “Sorry, I missed you” I smiled hugging him tightly. It was not good sub behaviour but I couldn’t help myself and surprisingly he didn’t seem to mind, amused by my need and the strength of my feelings. “Did you think about me during the pitch” he smirked. “I thought about you all day” I lifted my face to gaze at him, my stomach sinking at the small frown that flickered across his face at my sentiment, deepening when he clocked the overnight bag I had dropped on the stairs in my rush. “Don’t worry, I’m not assuming I’ll stay, It’s just in case” I frowned, stepping back slightly, realising I had overstepped the mark. “It’s OK” he said simply, his frown disappearing, replaced by a beautiful white smile, and my heart flipped at the response. I loved spending time with him and was getting way too involved too quickly, carried away by the sheer force of the man and the extreme lengths I was prepared to go to, to pleasure him and myself. I would have to heed Sasha’s warning and try to be careful.

  “I’m glad I wasn’t pitching against you today Jason” I laughed. “The thought of you sat in reception with nothing but six feet of space and a glass window dividing us, and I would probably have come as I was doing it”. He smiled broadly raising his eyebrows at me. “I’m glad too, I’m not sure any of my clients would want me presenting ideas for a new campaign with a raging fucking hard on”. “Oh I don’t know, I can think of a few who might” I laughed as he chuckled deeply, pulling me in for a heart stopping kiss.

  As we climbed into the back of the familiar black chauffeured car, he pulled out a beautifully gift wrapped package, smirking as he handed it to me and my stomach flipped. “I love gifts” I grinned, smiling broadly at him as he raised his eyebrows at me. “That’s funny, you didn’t seem to like the ‘Michaela’. In fact I distinctly remember you being extremely rude in my office and practically throwing it back at me” he said, his lip curving as I flushed at the memory. “And I remember you pinning me up against your door and trying to intimidate me even then” I smiled. “Intimidate you. I think you wanted me to kiss you Charlotte, in fact I know you did” he smirked as I flushed deeply. “Your body gives you away” he smiled as I looked up at him, giggling gently. He was absolutely right. At the time I’d been in such a state of confusion, I hadn’t known what to think.

  I started to remove the shimmering cream and silver paper slowly as he watched me intently, frowning as I revealed my gift with absolutely no idea of what it was, but suspecting the shiny silver domed, egg shaped article with a small flat base would be going in one of my orifices. I decided to play dumb. “I don’t really cook much, but thanks” I smiled at him as a puzzled frown flickered across his smirking face. “It’s not a kitchen gadget Charlotte”. I couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t know Jason, whatever happened to flowers?”

  “So, where will you be inserting it?” I giggled as he smiled broadly. “I intend to take your virginity tonight” he said winking at me and now it was my turn to look puzzled. “I’m not a virgin” I frowned as he slipped his fingers under my dress, stroking them across my pantyless pussy as I gasped and wriggled against him. “Not here you’re not, but here....” he smiled, moving wet fingers over the entrance to my back passage. “Here you most definitely are” he grinned as I gasped audibly, freezing on the spot. “Not for long though Charlotte, and our little friend here is going to help you get ready for my rock hard cock” he growled, firing up my libido, my brain racing as to just exactly how Jason was going to manage to get that in there. It sounded like he had a plan, and my little gift would form a part of it, and I was happy to follow his experienced lead as he teased me mercilessly on the private back seat of his luxurious car, knowing that by the time we had reached his house I would be ready for anything.

  He kissed me deeply and passionately as soon as we reached his bedroom in an embrace that knocked the air from my lungs and had my knees buckling weakly. He was tender in his strength and I hoped he would take this slowly. Everything in this relationship was new, unique and different and tonight would be no exception. It was overwhelming and wonderful but the thought of anal penetration with Jason King was enough to send my head spinning into overdrive. Already he filled me completely in a space meant to stretch and accommodate such a powerful virile man. Elsewhere, well I wasn’t quite as convinced. He seemed to sense my unease, cupping my face in his hands and gazing at me intently as my tension eased. “You need to relax Baby” he said softly. “If you’re not ready, we’ll wait until you are. It can be wonderful and mind blowing and you know the safe word. I will know when you’re ready but I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?” I smiled and nodded, looking deeply into those beautiful blue eyes, everlasting pools of black that captivated me every time I saw them. I knew he wouldn’t push it, wouldn’t move too fast and my body instinctively trusted him to take me to a realm of pleasure and desire I had never known, but tonight, I was waiting for my brain to catch up.

  He undressed me slowly, kissing my neck, sending delicious shivers all over my skin as he shed my clothes, bending to slide down my skirt and stockings and sucking hard on my erect nipples on his way back up as I moaned at the contact. I loved to be so near him naked when he was fully clothed in his beautiful tailored suit looking utterly divine, masculine and powerful. There was something inherently predatory and sexual about it and I craved his unique brand of pleasure insanely as he picked me up in his arms, carrying me onto the bed and sitting me on his lap, kissing me softly and tenderly and it was exactly the build up I needed for something so intimate.

  “I want to tie you up” he whispered, unknotting his tie and sliding it around his pristine white collar, binding my hands in front of me as I watched him, swallowing hard. My stomach was exploding with excitement and my heart almost pounding out of my chest, as he fastened the silk around my wrists tightly, checking it was secure as he nuzzled into my neck again, picking me up and placing me on the bed like a captive little slave. He moved to the huge chest at the side of the room and opened a drawer to retrieve what looked like a thin length of rope as I gazed up at him wide eyed. “Pull your knees up to your chest” he growled sexily, binding my ankles together in the rope and knotting them in a way I was completely unfamiliar with, as I wondered if he had been a cub scout. I couldn’t part my hands or my legs as the bindings dug gently into my skin, but the lust in his face was a major aphrodisiac as he looked down at me, handsome features etched in pure
carnal need and I knew I would at least try.

  “Is that comfortable?” and I couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “Not really Jason” I grinned as the trademark smirk lit his face. “What’s the safe word?” “Mercedes” I said, hoping that I would be far too busy enjoying myself under his expert touch to need it. He flipped me over without warning as I squealed, so I was resting on my forearms face down on the bed, pulling my arse high in the air as I flushed with embarrassment. Jason King had managed to capture me in the most exposed position ever and I was at his absolute mercy, bound and imprisoned and desperate for his touch.

  He was taking his time, running a trail of soft kisses down every inch of my spine, warm firm hands running over my buttocks, massaging the soft flesh gently before moving to stroke between my legs in the most delectable fashion as I whimpered beneath him. I was breathing hard through bliss and need, revelling in the sensations exploding through my skin as my centre grew needier and needier for his expert attention. If I was incredibly vulnerable and humiliated my body didn’t care, responding wildly to each practised touch, every nerve cell lighting and firing pleasure signals to my confused brain as he caressed my sensitive wet centre, lubricating my clit deliciously, his smalls sounds of appreciation fuelling my arousal as he ground his erection, still encased in his tailored trousers against my exposed flesh.

  “So beautiful” he whispered against my neck, “You look so hot tied up for my pleasure and on show for me Charlotte” he growled kissing me gently, appeasing my tormented brain. It was worth it for this, the feel and the sound of him as I relaxed into his rhythm, ignoring my discomfort in favour of the wonderful waves of pleasure radiating from my core as his fingers circled my clit gently and others moved inside me. The right amount of pressure on my sensitive G- spot and I was lost, moving in time with his skilled fingers, back and forth as much as my restraints would allow. I felt his thumb at my tight back entrance and I stilled, nervous, anxious and excited in equal measure. “Sssshhh Baby, relax” he whispered, kissing my neck, massaging the sweet pleasure spot inside me, driving me closer and closer to the edge as I groaned out loud.