Trained for Seduction

by Mia Downing

  She opened her lips to him, letting him take whatever he wanted. He ripped the buttons from her shirt, kissing her neck, his mouth hot, sliding to her breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging her nipple, his hands yanking at her jogging pants. She helped him, kicking free from her pants, then her underwear. She undid his pants, and his cock sprang free, hot, ready, and insistent.

  He grabbed her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked a step to the door. He leaned her against the wood and guided her down on his cock, sheathing himself deep in her pussy in a single thrust.

  It felt so good, right down to the slight burn as he stretched her quicker than usual, having him bare, slick, and hot inside her pussy. He stilled a moment, his breathing ragged, steamy against her neck. Then he thrust again, once, twice and he shuddered as he came.

  She pressed his head to her neck, holding him, her legs gripping him tightly, tears blurring her vision. This was Chase, her lover, and he cared. He didn’t say it, but he had shown her with how urgent he’d been, how quickly he came—wanting to possess her, unable to wait to claim her. If she allowed herself the luxury, she could make the leap that maybe he loved her just a little. But knowing he cared was enough.

  “How soon before dinner,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder.

  “An hour.”

  “Then why don’t you take me upstairs and make me come? Or take me to the sofa, or the tub. Somewhere where there isn’t a doorknob in my leg.”

  He smiled against her neck and kissed her there, tickling her skin. He slid her to the side, away from the knob. “I don’t want to put you down.”

  “Then carry me to the bed, sofa, tub, shower, kitchen counter. Wherever.”

  He carried her to the living room and they tumbled to the sofa. He flipped her until she sat on top of him, his cock still deep inside. So unreadable still, despite the passion he’d just shown her.

  “Isn’t that better?” she asked.

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her neck, his hot mouth slipping down to capture her nipple. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the path his lips took. Then something beeped in the kitchen, and he patted her hip, signaling her to let him up. She scooted off and he rose, tugging his pants over his hips, and went to check whatever he needed.

  He returned a moment later, looking far less stressed, but guarded. “After dinner, I suppose I should let you shower and whatever else you need to do, so you can sleep and be refreshed for tomorrow.”

  “I don’t think so,” she whispered. “I plan on spending the night making love to you. All night.”

  “Kate—”

  “What do you think Jake is doing right now? He told me he was going to the club and getting laid. I could join him, if you tossed me out.”

  Chase didn’t answer, which was odd, because usually any mention of Jake got a reaction, so she said, “I’m tired of my boss butting his nose in where it’s not wanted. My lover met me at the door tonight—unlike my boss, he’s scared as hell. I can feel it. I’m scared as hell.

  “But I’m not going to bed like a good girl because that’s what would make my boss happy. Fuck him. He doesn’t care if I return or if I fuck Jake or any of that. But I think you do.”

  Chase swallowed and nodded once, but he didn’t meet her eyes. He stared off, trapped inside his own personal hell. She knew that hell, and she wished he’d share it with her. But he wouldn’t. Ultimately, he was the boss. Always the boss.

  If he was going to be lost, then she’d find him the only way she knew how. Through sex. “Then feed me, and then make me scream your name over and over. Your pleasure. I can take control or you can. Whatever you need. I’ll sleep on the plane.”

  ****

  Chase fed Kate as instructed then led her upstairs, angry with himself. He’d practically raped her in the doorway, unable to control himself, unable to wait. After the control he’d shown the night before during their role-play, he couldn’t believe he had lost every shred he’d ever owned.

  She’d been so lost when he walked into the foyer. So scared because there was no way she could even guess what she’d find. He gave her credit for coming home. He couldn’t have done it if the roles were reversed. Yet she’d stood there like a cornered kitten, terrified but unable to flee, whispering that she was sorry.

  She was sorry. As if she had reason to be. Her reaction in his office had been expected—strong but expected to some degree. If she hadn’t blown, he would have doubted that she loved him.

  As he had stared at her, in the foyer, he had found himself tongue-tied. He couldn’t even find the words to express how he felt, how scared he was, how much he loved her, so instead he’d gone with the base feeling—lust. He had wanted her, wanted to own her, possess her, and now it embarrassed the crap out of him.

  But more importantly, after losing control like that, he needed to take it back. Though he no longer feared hurting her and didn’t need to go to that extreme, his base need was still there. He had to control her. She had to submit to him.

  The need was fierce, consuming, and if he didn’t take her to the dark side he had so avoided to this point, he knew he’d have to leave—right now—and find someone else to control. He needed her to be a part of that control, because he loved her too much to leave. But he didn’t know if the Emma left in her could handle the intensity.

  “Chase, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She grabbed his hand as they entered the bedroom. “You haven’t said a word since I came home.”

  Always like a woman, wanting to talk. She wanted honesty? Disclosure? Here it was, baby. “I need to be in control tonight. Do you understand?”

  “Maybe.” She released his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands between her thighs. “If this is about how you met me in the doorway—”

  “Yes.” He swallowed, then shook his head. It wasn’t just about the doorway.

  “No, this is about what I need. You want me to make you scream my name. I need to be in control to do that. Complete control, because there’s not one single area of my life where I am in control right now. I need to have you between my thumb and forefinger, your orgasm mine to give or deny. There is nothing right now that is between my thumb and forefinger. I am floating in the wind here, and I can’t do that anymore.”

  “I make you lose control.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. “You resent me because I make you lose control, don’t you?”

  “Sometimes.” He took off his shirt. “No one has ever made me lose control like you do. I don’t know what to think half the time. And if it’s not here, it’s at work. I have no control over this mission. I have no control over you even at work, no control of what Jake does, and I hate it. I wish at times you were nothing, no one, because I could send you away and not care.”

  “I’m sorry.” Kate was a deer in the headlights again. She should be excited. He had just admitted that he cared. But somehow, it didn’t feel at all sexy, not when she sent him to this place, wishing she were nothing instead.

  She trembled slightly and followed the motions of his hands as he finished shedding his clothes. She didn’t think his admission was a good thing, not with how quietly he moved around the room, arranging this, picking up that. He went to a drawer and opened it, and then removed something—a strap of some sort.

  “On the bed,” he whispered, holding the strap in front of him.

  “Restraints.” She trembled as she stared at him. She’d been restrained in training, made to swim with her hands behind her back, and she had hated it. But he’d held her hands down last night when he first tangled with her, on the couch. She’d loved the feeling of being trapped and at his mercy. If he’d make her come over and over, she’d do as he asked. If he’d hold her afterward.

  “Do you trust me?” The leather cuffs and chains jingled in his hands.

  “Which of you is here?”

  “Not the boss.” He unbuckled one restraint, the leather sliding through his hands.

  “Th
en yes, I do.”

  He looked at her then, his gaze cold. “It hurts that you can’t trust all of me.”

  It was the most honest thing he’d said all evening. But Kate couldn’t trust him, not as her boss, not when that part of him would send her to die and think nothing of it. “You tell me how I can trust the boss after today, Chase. Honestly. How can I?”

  “I warned you.”

  She opened her mouth and closed it. She could get her head around the fact that he was two people, essentially. He was her boss and he was her lover, and this job made them so different… Eventually, though, the boss would win. And she wouldn’t trust any part of him here, in the safety of his bedroom. “We’re not going to make it, are we. Not me. Us.”

  He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I can’t talk to you about this—any of this—until this fucking mission is done. You have to understand that. There are things I can tell you and things I can’t, and I’m afraid if I start, I’ll tell you everything. And I can’t.”

  He opened his eyes and these emotions she understood. Desperation, fear and absolute hopelessness. She wanted to run to him, soothe them away. But the mask fell into place, his features schooled to cold perfection. Hard, yet devastatingly handsome. A perfect study of control.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he refused to meet her gaze. “I need your consent for this. Will you allow me control? Will you submit to me?”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Do you know what a submissive is, does?”

  “Yes, sorta. Is this what we did last night?” Would he force her tonight? Was he finally over whatever it was that kept him from claiming her that way?

  “No. That was role-play, and though I was in control, tonight will be different.”

  “I don’t understand,” she whispered.

  “Last night I was in control because I was stronger than you, and it feeds a need for control in some people, but it’s not something I need anymore. But there are ways for me to get what I need.

  “Tonight, you will be my submissive. You will do everything I say, obey every command, give me every ounce of your power. Every megajoule. My job will be to pleasure you in ways you’ve never dreamed, but you will pay a price. Being submissive leaves you vulnerable because you will give me everything.

  “However, you will have the ultimate control. You can stop the scene with a safeword, and I will have to stop. I have to be careful not to push you too far, not to take too much, to watch your reactions to make sure you’re right where I need you to be. It’s a fine balance, but I’ve walked it many times, and I know how far I can go. That’s why I had to know if you trust me.”

  “I don’t know if I’m a submissive.” She stared at the cuffs again, afraid. This Chase was too close to the boss persona, and suddenly she saw the crossover point. He was asking her, by making her do this, to cross that line to let the boss in. The boss she didn’t trust one iota.

  “You come when I tell you to, love. It’s more than that, but you’re submissive.”

  “You need this,” she whispered, not a question. That’s why he went into boss mode, because at work, he was in control, and he was damned good at it. Maybe, though, being Dominant, as he called it, was a part of that, and the two were closer than she thought.

  He nodded. “Yes. And you need to know what you’re in for. You wanted to know if we were going to make it. You need to see this side of me, and know if you can take it, if you enjoy it. This is a part of what I need, and if I can’t get it from you, I’ll find it somewhere else. I can’t do that to you.”

  “Last night—”

  “Last night was a different issue. That was a dark place I went to, once upon a time. I don’t need that, and I know now I won’t hurt you beyond the limits set.”

  A shiver of fear tingled up her spine. “It’s going to hurt?”

  His laugh was low. “Not in ways that you expect. But yes, there might be a little pain, but it will bridge on the sweetest pleasure. I promise.”

  And there it was. If she wanted him, after this mission, she would have to accept this Chase into her bed when he needed it. But this wasn’t the same man as at work. He wasn’t, and she knew deep in her heart that here, in bed, he would never hurt her. She could trust him, she would do anything for him, and she was much, much more loyal to him than he was to her.

  A swallow took her fear and she whispered, “Yes. You can control me.”

  “Then get on the bed.”

  She did as she was told, still trembling as she allowed him to fasten the cuffs to her hands and ankles despite her anxiety. She didn’t want to be bound, but she knew she had to do this—for him.

  When she was spread-eagle on the bed, open, vulnerable, he leaned over her to kiss her—not more than a brush of his mouth, his lips sliding to rest against her ear. “Do you want to use the same safeword as last night? Because if you think you pushed me today, you’re mistaken. I intend to push you much, much further.”

  “You’ll stop?” She didn’t even want to imagine the boundaries he would push her toward. It was already too intense, but she couldn’t leave him. It would kill him.

  “Yes.”

  “Christmas.”

  He winced and stood. “I used to love Christmas.”

  Somehow, she sensed that would be the lightest moment of the evening. “Don’t make me use it, then.”

  He perused her length with a hunger that made her shiver. “You will not speak from here on out, unless I ask a question. If you do, I will punish you. You can nod if you understand.”

  She nodded, shifting her hips, afraid and yet so turned on she thought she’d come just from his gaze.

  He frowned and went back to a drawer in his dresser, then returned with a black silk scarf. “You don’t get to watch,” he said and tied it around her head.

  The fear level intensified, as did the lust. The darkness heightened her other senses. The smell of hot wax, candles he must have lit. The taste of salty blood as she bit her lip a little too hard. She couldn’t hear him. He was so quiet, his training always a part of him. Then the bed shifted, and she could smell a hint of his cologne mixed with his own special musk, so masculine. The heat of his body drew so close to hers, millimeters away, yet so far.

  “Have you ever wondered what would have happened to Emma?” he whispered. “Alex had a thing for bondage. For very, very naughty things that would scare most women. How brave are you, Emma? Answer me.”

  “I’m terrified.”

  “It takes a lot to scare a spy.” He ran a finger along her jaw, to her lips, tracing the outline. “Do you want a synopsis of what will happen tonight?”

  “No.” She swallowed, wanting to touch her tongue to his finger, wanting to suck him into her mouth. Her pussy clenched, and her panties were so damp he could probably smell how aroused she was.

  “Tonight is the night you’ll wish you knew how to scream sexy egotistical bastard in all of your languages.”

  His finger trailed down her throat, leaving a path of fire in its wake. “But you will beg me first to scream it, and by beg I don’t mean, ‘oh, Chase, please.’ That will be your punishment for not telling me about your special talents. That you built that bomb. You need to be punished for lying to me.”

  He breathed across her nipple, the heat branding her skin, pebbling the already hard flesh.

  “Your breasts are beautiful. Do you know how long it took me to choose what you’d have for implants? I thought about it a long time.” He ran his tongue under the underside of her breast, and she shivered, wanting him to suck her nipple. “But you know what turns me on more than your perfect breasts?”

  “No, sir,” she said on a swallow. She didn’t know what she was supposed to call him, but sir felt appropriate. Right. And uttering the word nurtured the lust growing in her belly.

  “Maybe I should make you guess.” He tongued a circle around her nipple, spiraling closer to the aching peak. “You’ll guess a lot of parts, and I
could have a lot of fun while you’re wrong.”

  She arched her back, trying to thrust her nipple into his mouth, and he tsk-tsked with his tongue. “Oh, love, that was the wrong thing to do.”

  He rose, and she wondered where the hell he went. A drawer opened, closed, and then he returned, the bed sinking, his cock hard against her thigh. “I think you need to realize who is in control.”

  He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked, hard. She cried out, wanting to hold him there, but her hands were useless. She could feel suction all the way to her pussy, pulsing in time with each draw of his lips.

  Then he let her nipple pop from his mouth, and something hard clamped on to it. Biting at first, then the pain intertwined with pleasure, like combining TNT with another explosive substance. It became something different, more explosive.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, the pain delicious, sinful. It wasn’t right to like pain, God help her. She’d burn in hell.

  He slapped the side of her ass with his open palm, and the sting mingled with the burn radiating from her nipple. “No talking unless asked a question, slave. I’ve always wanted a spy prisoner. Do you know you’re my first true spy captive?”

  “No, sir,” she whispered again.

  His lips took in her other nipple and she jumped. He sucked, harder, and her other nipple and pussy joined in on the commotion. Then he released her and clamped this one as well, the pain matching. “I can still enjoy those pert nipples of yours, even with the clamps.”

  As if to prove his point, he sucked over the clamp and if she weren’t bound she would have doubled over from the jolt of pleasure in her belly.

  “Maybe it’s your stomach that turns me on so. Do you think?” His fingers ran over her flesh, around her navel, tickled her hip bones. His tongue was hot, wet, and he sucked at her hip. She could barely catch her breath, coming so fast, so hard. She hated how controlled he was. His breathing was practically normal, his hands calm as they caressed her inner thigh.