by Sabrina York
Their sex life had definitely perked up.
It was at the point where she kind of hated going to work, because when she was there she had to think about something other than Tae. About something other than their naughty games. She still went to work, but it was difficult.
It was especially difficult one Tuesday in March when, after returning from a long meeting, Bella found a beautiful bouquet of flowers on her desk.
She grinned at Molly, her assistant. “When did these come?”
“Before noon.” Molly winked. “I think you have an admirer.”
Bella chuckled and pulled out the card. Her heart stuttered.
S—it began—Cannot wait until tonight. Call me. Your M.
It was all she could do to restrain a shudder. She knew what the message meant.
Tae had something planned for tonight. Something that would have her on her knees. Hopefully with something shoved up her ass.
That had come as a surprise, her growing craving for butt play. Tae, as accommodating as he was, was more than willing to satisfy.
Molly leaned over to read the card and Bella chuckled and pulled it back. No. It wouldn’t do to have her employees discovering her dark secret.
“Thank you, Molly,” she said, meaningfully closing the door. When she was alone, she rushed to the phone. Hell. He’d sent the flowers this morning. It was well past two.
Call me meant call me now. Not call me when you get around to it. Shit. He was going to be pissed.
A thrill shot through her at the thought.
As she waited for her cellphone to make the connection, she fingered the leather choker he’d laid out for her to wear this morning. She should have known. She should have known something was coming. The choker, while perfectly respectable office wear, looked and felt too much like a collar to be misconstrued. Especially for someone like her.
She should have realized—
Her heart lurched as his deep voice flooded the line. “Hello?”
“Tae, darling. I love the flowers.”
There was a long pause. “Did they just arrive?”
Bella cleared her throat. “No. I was in a meeting.”
“I see.”
“I-I called as soon as I got them.”
Another pause. Bella trembled. She swallowed. The choker tightened around her throat.
Oh hell.
“You do realize that’s not acceptable?” There was something strange, something constrained about his voice.
“Tae… Is everything okay?”
“I’m in a meeting.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll call back.”
“No. You’re already late. Hang on a second.” He murmured something and shuffled some papers. The tone of the buzz on the line changed and then he was back. “So. Bella. What are we going to do about this infraction?”
“Are you still in your meeting?”
“No. I’m in the hallway. And quit trying to change the subject. You got a specific command from your Master and you failed to comply.”
“I just got them.”
He snorted. “That hardly matters. From now on, when you get a message from me, Molly is to bring it to you immediately. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Tae.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Bella froze. Her belly flip-flopped. A sudden thrill gushed through her. It was so odd, so unnatural for her to be submissive here, in her office. Where she ruled with an iron fist. Somehow calling him Master here made her feel even more subservient, uncomfortably so. Apparently this sedition laced her response. “Yes Master.”
“You know, I don’t think I like your tone. You don’t sound very deferential.”
“I’m sorry—”
“In fact, you sounded a little sardonic.”
“No. I—”
“Did you just tell me no?”
She opened her mouth to respond but he continued.
“Whoo, baby. I think we better not wait ’til tonight. We need to begin right now.”
“Right now?” she squeaked. “Tae, I’m working.”
He sighed. “Really, slave. You’re just compounding the situation. You know better than to call me by name.”
“I’m sorry. But—”
“No buts. Well, maybe later.” He chuckled at his joke. “For the time being, you’d better behave. Follow my directions exactly. And call me Master or Sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s better. Are you ready?”
She sighed loudly enough for him to hear.
“All right. Take one of the roses—careful of the thorns—and your cell phone, and go to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom?” The bathroom was so…public.
“Bella…”
“Okay.” She readjusted her Bluetooth in her ear, pulled one rose from the bouquet and headed down the hall, nodding at her coworkers as she passed. She pushed open the door to the ladies’ room and was mortified to see two of her employees chatting at the sink.
“Are you there?”
“Yes.”
“Are you alone?”
“No.”
“Excellent.” She hated the evil chortle in his voice. “Go into one of the stalls.”
“Yes. That is done.” She winced as her words echoed through the room.
“Okay. Lift up your skirt.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Pull down your panties.”
“Okay.”
“Stroke your slit with the rose.”
Oh lord. She lowered the velvet petals to her pussy and did as he asked. The rose was silky and soft and lapped at her like a tongue. Heat slashed through her. What she was doing—in public—was so damn…illicit. She forced herself to be mindful of where she was. It wouldn’t do to moan in ecstasy and call him Master…with Sue and Linda listening in. It was a challenge to remain grounded in the real world when the fantasy they were creating was so much more alluring.
She cleared her throat. “Yes Sir, we have completed that task.”
He chuckled. “Are you wet?”
“Absolutely.”
Suddenly, he sounded breathless. “Okay. Do it again.”
“Yes Sir.”
A strangled groan.
“Ah, baby. I wish I were there.”
“Yes Sir. I agree.”
His growl rumbled through the phone. “Hell. Enough of this. Pull your panties up.”
“Yes Sir.”
“No. Not just up. Pull them all the way up. I want them jammed into your slit, rubbing against your clit for the rest of the day. I want you thinking about how hot, how wet you are until five. I want you panting by the time you get home. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“And don’t touch yourself.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Don’t you dare touch yourself. Not until I get home. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Oh. He was an evil, evil man.
Bella could hear her employees chatting just over the wall. She gritted her teeth. “Yes Sir.”
“Very nice. But don’t think I’ve forgotten your punishment.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?” Not that she wanted to know. But she did.
He laughed. “You’re making me dinner.”
“What?” She wasn’t exactly handy in the kitchen. He knew that. The only kitchen implement she even knew where to find was that slotted spatula.
“Now, now Bella, don’t sound so panicked. Go back to your office. I’ll dictate a shopping list.”
She tried not to laugh at the way he said dictate.
She exited the bathroom, making it a point to catch and hold the eyes of her employees. Her expression was clear. It said, Why are you dawdling in the bathroom? They scattered.
When she got back to her office, she closed the door again and grabbed a pad and pencil. “Okay. I’m ready.”
“Are you?” His voice thrummed over the lin
e.
“Yes.” And then as an afterthought, “Sir.”
“Okay. Pick up some carrots and celery, onions and beef chunks. Some potatoes, vegetable oil, merlot, sour cream—”
“Sour cream?”
“For the sauce. Don’t interrupt. You should also get Worcestershire sauce, cream cheese, oh, and I need a new toothbrush.”
Bella’s brow wrinkled. This was starting to sound like a grocery list. Not a sex list. He knew she hated grocery shopping. “A new toothbrush?”
“Yeah. You know the kind I like, the electric ones?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Great. Oh. And I think we’re out of bread.”
Blech. It was a shopping list. “Do you really have anything planned for tonight or is this just a very transparent attempt to domesticate me?” She spat the word but Tae just laughed.
“Baby,” he said. “I knew who you were when I married you. I don’t want to change a damn thing about you.”
“Really?”
“Really. I love you, just the way you are.”
“You do?”
He chuckled. “Yep. Don’t you see? If you were domesticated, this wouldn’t be half as much fun.”
* * * * *
Bella picked up all the stupid items on his stupid list and made it home by five, juggling the bags and her flowers in her arms. She was impatient and annoyed and starting to suspect that, despite his placating words, he was going to try to make her cook dinner.
You would think he’d have learned by now.
She entered the house through the garage and dumped the bags on the counter. When she saw a note and a wrapped package on the butcher’s block, her heart skittered.
The envelope was addressed to “my slave”. Bella laughed and opened it.
Tae was certainly enjoying this.
The note inside was a numbered list. The first item made her laughter falter. Strip naked and put on the apron—panties on the counter. She frowned at the package. The apron? She tore it open and grimaced. It was an apron.
Ick.
It was a lovely apron, made of delicate white lace, long enough to cover her upper thighs, but only just. And while it was quite pretty, it was so domesticated. It screamed dutiful wife.
But if that was Tae’s fantasy…
She closed the curtains in the kitchen and slipped out of her business suit and, because he would expect it, her bra. But she left her heels on. He’d like that.
As he commanded, she took off her panties, wincing as she eased them out of her slit. They were wet. They’d sawed on her nerves all day. She grimaced and dropped them on the countertop.
Bella slipped the loop of the apron over her head and let it fall. Oh, innocent and sweet, it seemed. It was deceptive. The lace, as it settled over her nipples, was harsh, scraping at her sanity. She ignored the tremor that passed through her and picked up the list again. It was kind of long. She knew she had to get it all done before he got home.
Or else.
The next item was fairly simple. Scrub and chop the celery. Well, it was easy once she found the vegetable brush. And the cutting board. And a knife. She didn’t spend a lot of time in the kitchen, after all.
Then she had to wash and peel the potatoes and cut them into little cubes.
She diligently followed the list, slicing the onions and peeling the carrots and then…
The next item nearly made her drop the peeler. Oil up one of those carrots and slip it into your ass. Chop the rest.
Damn, he was specific.
She glared at the carrots arranged on the butcher’s block. She was tempted to take the smallest one but she knew better. Instead, she picked out the fattest—a true beast. If she’d only known where it was going, she’d have been more careful in her selection at the store.
Slowly, she lubed it up with the vegetable oil and, wincing, eased it into her ass. Lord, it was big. And hard. And cold. She clenched around it and it bobbled. She braced herself against the butcher’s block, trying desperately to relax. Once she regained her equilibrium, or some semblance of it, she chopped the other carrots and smoothed them into a pile.
All the while she was aware of the hard invader, the pressure in her ass.
Trembling, she picked up the list again. The next item said, Take two fingers of cream cheese and smear it all over your clit.
She glared at the cream cheese. It was a hard block—and cold, as it had come straight from the dairy case. But she complied, moaning and twitching as the thick, cool cream mingled with her own. Her clit was cold and burning hot at the same time.
Damn Tae, she thought. He better get home soon.
He had other tasks for her—opening the merlot to let it breathe, making a roux of sour cream and broth. Each chore was excruciating because all she could really focus on was the fat rod up her ass and the cream cheese melting on her thighs.
By the time she heard the garage door rumble open, she was ready to crumble.
Chapter Eight
When he came through the door, she trembled. She knew what he saw. His obedient slave standing there in the kitchen, sautéing vegetables—with a carrot poking out of her pucker—wearing nothing but the lace apron and heels.
He whistled. “Now that’s hot.” He dropped his briefcase by the door and sauntered over to kiss her. He picked her panties up off the counter and sniffed them. “Umm. They’re wet.”
She snorted in response.
He grinned. “Smells great. How’s dinner coming?”
She glared at him. He took this as encouragement and sidled over to wrap an arm around her waist. His hand drifted to the hem of the apron and he fondled her pussy. His touch was so sweet. She’d ached for it all day.
He lifted his fingers to his mouth, one at a time, and sucked them clean. “I love cream cheese. I’m going to eat that off you later.”
“Tae…”
He smacked her ass. “Really, Bella. Surely you know better by now.” He leaned against the counter by her side and surveyed her. “I know what’s wrong. You’re not wearing your collar.”
She froze.
“When you wear your collar, you remember to call me Master.” His lips curled in a seductive slither. “Why don’t you go put it on?”
Bella cleared her throat. “I’m wearing the choker.”
“Clearly that’s not incentive enough.”
“I’ll remember. I promise.”
“No, Bella.” Nimbly, he removed the choker. She felt naked without it. “Go get your collar.”
“Where is it?”
“Downstairs.”
Hell. That’s what she was afraid he’d say. Now she had to go down all those stairs—and up again—with a carrot in her ass.
“Go on.”
She gave him the spoon and he resumed stirring as she ran her errand. By the time she got back to the kitchen with the collar around her neck, she was ready to collapse. She’d been thinking about him, about this, all day. She was ready. More than ready.
As always, he sensed her frustration. He pulled her close for a kiss and thumbed her nipples through the lace of the apron until she moaned and tried to wiggle against him.
He stepped back. “Ah ah ah. Naughty girl.” He turned the wooden spoon—which he had licked clean—and smacked her nipples, one after the other.
She gasped as the sharp pain shot from those tender buttons to her aching clit.
He tracked her reaction with a hungry expression. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes Master.”
“I knew you would.” He glanced around the room. “Say, did you remember my toothbrush?”
At the casual question, her belly dropped and then surged with annoyance that he could slip out of character so easily. Go from that seething, sexy, dominant beast to a husband in the blink of an eye.
“It’s in the bag,” she snapped.
“Get it.”
With a not-so-subtle snort, she padded over to the counter, fished the package out of the
bag and handed it to him. He didn’t take it.
“Oh. You got me two.”
“They were on sale.”
“Good girl.” He nodded to the dual pack of electric disposable toothbrushes. “Open it.” His tone was dark, harsh. A muscle in his cheek throbbed.
Bella’s heart lurched as she realized he hadn’t slipped out of character in the least. A skirl of excitement danced in her belly. What on earth was he going to do with those? Here? In the kitchen?
Meekly, she opened the package and passed him the toothbrushes. “What—”
“No questions, Bella. Close your eyes.”
Oh dear. She didn’t really want to. She wanted to see what he was doing but he frowned at her so she did as he asked.
“Hands behind your back.”
She swallowed heavily and complied.
A soft buzzing filled the room as he switched the brushes on and then—oh God!—an electrifying jolt sizzled every nerve as Tae set one, and then the other, vibrating brush to her nipples. She cried out and lurched forward.
He pushed her back against the butcher’s block to hold her steady, smashing her bottom against the hard wood. The carrot in her ass went deeper. “Hush, darling,” he said. “Let me work.”
And work, he did. The combination of the pulsating bristles through the lace was intense. Bella gasped. Moaned. She began to twitch as the exquisite agony continued, as Tae ran the brushes over and around and against her hardened nubs.
“Oh baby,” he ground out. “You look so fucking hot.”
“Then fuck me.” She pressed restlessly against him.
He chuckled. “Not yet. Not yet.” He switched off the motors and knelt before her.
She let her legs part just a tad for encouragement. He shot her a wicked smile. She missed the throbbing sparks at her breast but dear lord, what was he planning to do now?
Lick her.
Ah, yes. He was planning to lick her. His tongue danced up her inner thigh like a velvet snake, slithering and lapping and lashing at her. She held as still as she could as he neared her pussy but she couldn’t hold back a guttural groan as he found her. He nibbled and sucked until she was a molten mass, ready to crumble onto the floor.
Her knees shook, her breasts heaved, her breath came in wild pants. Shock and a whole new level of arousal ricocheted through her as she heard that insistent buzz start up again. She mewled a plea and shifted her legs even farther apart. Tae didn’t disappoint.