by Riley Murphy
It would do him good. Lately… Talk about getting too big for one’s britches. The more she thought about it though, the more she came to appreciate the fact that Michael and Rene didn’t really know one another. At least she didn’t have to worry about them getting together until she had a chance to straighten all this out. But then, she reasoned, maybe if Michael had known Rene he never would have had the nerve to kiss her the way he did.
She thought about how stubborn Michael was and cringed. He wouldn’t let anything stop him, even Rene, so it was good things were the way they were.
She shook her head. It was weird. The closer she and Rene got, the further she felt from work and Michael. She put her hand to her collar. The heavy weight of the medallion pressed into her palm. She loved the feel of it on her skin. She loved what it meant. How it made her feel. Kept. Owned. Protected.
Liberated.
She couldn’t wear it to work though. She already decided that. People might wonder. Michael for sure would grill her about it. She hated to think of how disappointed he’d be in her if he ever knew the truth. After all the complaining she’d been doing about Rene he’d think she was crazy.
She looked down at the shoes. Rene would make her forget and if she didn’t hurry and get down there to do as he told her, the experience might not be the most pleasant. That thought half scared her while the other half of her was turned-on as hell.
Rene waited until he was sure she had time to do as he instructed. He’d put away the Scrabble board and went into the kitchen to check the roast. Alex made killer pot roast. To complement it he dug out a bottle of red wine. It was rare that they drank alcohol, but tonight he was going to make an exception. He’d offer it, but it was up to her to decide if she’d drink some or not. He’d told her at the beginning of their relationship that alcohol clouds judgment and therefore if she ever wanted to drink she could, but there would be no playing with him while under the influence. That had literally sobered her right up. He hadn’t seen her take a drink in years, but tonight she might need one.
He put the bottle on the counter and checked the clock. There was plenty of time to play with her and he was looking forward to the session. Ever since she’d oiled his desk so beautifully, he’d been dying to get her back on it. Thinking about that afternoon he frowned. It seemed a world away from where they were today. Thank Christ. Although, even as far as they’d come it still wasn’t far enough for him.
Tomorrow was their last day. The seventh day of the exercise when she’d need to make her decision. Would she choose to keep his collar? Trust him above everything, everyone in her life and accept him as Master? He hoped so, because now that he’d gotten a taste of what it could be like for them if she did, he feared for him, there was no turning back.
Their outing to the matinee had been a pleasure. When Alexis took her coat off in the theater and he’d seen her proudly sporting his collar he thought nothing could make him happier. But he was wrong. Because tonight, when Kavanagh came to dine, he’d have the lights up bright so they’d be shining off that silver around her neck even if the bastard didn’t know what it meant. Rene would know, and that was all that mattered.
Entering the study, he smiled when he saw her. “A ponytail? Good thinking. This way I get to really enjoy my silver on you. Lie down.”
She lay back across the width of the desk. One knee bent and the other stretched out straight.
“Both knees up, kitten. I have the sight of you from the other day burned in my mind. When you spread that lace-covered pussy wide open for me to enjoy. That’s it. Drop your knees to the side.”
“Like this?”
“Yes. Close your eyes and hold this position for me. Don’t let your shoes cause you to slip.” He waited until her eyes were closed. When they were he used the pads of his thumbs and opened her tiny slit. “I love how wet you are. Is it a constant state for you now that you wear my collar?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be my dirty girl?” She shivered deliciously when he gently pressed a bent knuckle against her clit.
“Yes.”
“I want you to be my dirty girl. I want you to moan and beg for my cock inside you. I want to hear you, baby. I want the words. Raw and real. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to put my mouth on you. Right here,” he said, skating the pad of his thumb over her slick inner folds. Up and down, again and again until she tried to flex upward into his hand and her leg slipped.
He made a tsk, tsk sound and grasped her hips. “Such willful defiance. Don’t you want my mouth on you?”
She was trying to readjust back to the way she was, but he caught hold of her knee and made her stop. “I’m going to have to spank you, baby. Five strikes. Turn over.”
“But—”
“Now, Alex.”
He waited for her to do as he said. When she was facedown on the desk he put a hand on the small of her back. Pleased that she trembled. “I’m going to take off your shoes and spread your legs. There will be no pillow between you and the wood. You’ve been bad and don’t deserve the comfort. Do you understand why I’m going to spank you?”
“I lost my position.”
He paused in mid-action of taking off her right shoe. “No. I’m adding another strike, Alex. The count is six. Why am I spanking my naughty girl?”
He finished with the one shoe and began undoing the other.
“I moved when I wasn’t supposed to.”
“Hmmm.” He stopped unbuckling her shoe strap and said, “Close, very close, but not quite right. Our count is at seven, little one. Think before you answer this time.”
“I—I didn’t ask permission for more of your touch before I sought it.”
He dropped her shoe next to the other one. “Exactly.” Smoothing his palm up her ankle, calf, knee, thigh, he reached her bottom and said, “If you hadn’t been so greedy you wouldn’t have lost your positioning.
“Arms up. Stretch them out and grab hold of the edge of the desk.” He walked around one side and helped her achieve the position. “I’m going to spank you with my hand, would you like that?”
“Yes, please.”
Unlike the last time that was strictly for punishment, this time was more playful. He might even let her get off. But playful or no, when he spanked like this, he made the strikes count. There would be no light taps, he wanted her to feel the sting.
“Keep your ass relaxed. I want to see the ripple effect. If you don’t do this for me, at any point we’ll have to start over, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He sat down on the desk chair and leaned back. “You look very fuckable like this,” he said and swung his feet up onto the corner of the desk and stacked one ankle over the other. Positioning them right by her thigh, he let his heel touch her. “Just think. If you had been a good girl and held your position I’d have spread you wide open with your ass in my hands as I licked you from the top of your clit to the bottom of your pussy. And when you went all juicy on me I would have sucked it up onto my tongue and drank it in.”
Although it was slight, she shivered. He knew he was getting to her just as he knew from experience that she loved to hear the words. “Wouldn’t you have liked that?”
Her voice was a low and husky whisper, “Yes.”
“Now you want to be my good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He brought his feet down and sat up straight. “A good girl does what she is told. Exactly what’s she’s told. Are you paying attention?”
“Yes.”
“No coming, Alex. Not until I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He stood and put his left hand on her ass while his right hand splayed on her knee and traveled upward to her core, which he was sure was already wet and primed for him.
“Open your legs wider. I want to look at you. Remember, no coming.”
He was two inches away f
rom her center and yet he already felt the heat of her. It drew him like a magnet to metal. Without preamble he slid two fingers inside her and went up as far as he could go. Bending over her, he was prepared to be merciless. Mean. Nasty.
“Even if I say, ‘go silky on me’.” He paused, enjoying her body’s acute reaction as she squirmed, cried and bit her lip in an effort to fight off her well-conditioned response and not come. She writhed and groaned. Her knuckles, he noted, had turned white from the pressure she put on them as she hung on to the edge of the desk. “You’re not going to come because you want to be my good girl.”
She panted. “I want to b-be your g-good girl.”
“You promise to be my good girl?” He pumped those fingers into her at a steadily erotic pace. Pushing her hard and harder still until her panting increased to near animal sounds. But when she continued to hold herself off as he’d told her to do, he eased out of her. “Good. Very good.”
She didn’t even move when his palm landed on her left butt cheek. He hadn’t told her to call out the strikes, but she did anyway. Not loudly, no, just the opposite. She breathed the count out like she did so for herself, which pleased him to no end. It was sexy and appealed to the Dom in him big-time.
“One… two…three…four.”
“I’m dying to feel the weight of you on me. Come here.” He scooped her off the desk and carried her non-protesting form to the Burmese leather chair. “Such an obedient little one.” He took hold of her hair and tugged. She was gone all right. “Let’s get you set,” he murmured. Easing her over his right knee. Adjusting her until she was perfectly placed.
“Five…six…seven.”
He stopped. Damn, she felt so good bent over him. Her ass, hot and tempting. She was too accommodating at the moment to let her go. He rubbed his hand over the pulsating skin and squeezed. “I want more, baby. I want you to be my good little girl and take a few more for me. It will hurt but you’ll be doing it to please me. It would please me so much. Do you think you can do it for me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Eight…nine…ten…ele…twel.”
He stopped. “You did real good, kitten. I’m proud of you.”
He stood her up and held on to her until she stopped swaying. Then he undid his pants, spread the fly wide and lifted his cock out. He’d just gotten his condom on when—
“No!” He managed to grab hold of her before she collapsed to her knees. He wasn’t looking to be sucked. “Sit on me. Come on. Climb up here and spread that hot pussy of yours so I can slide right into it.”
She did and they both groaned when she fully impaled herself until she was seated flush and his nuts were squashed against her ass.
“Ride me, baby. I want to feel you come at least twice before I finish. No less than twice.” Grabbing hold of the medallion, he hung on to it as she took off. The sight of her riding him, of his cock disappearing up inside her over and over again, jacked his adrenaline and fed his darkest desires. Add to this experience his collar wrapped around her beautiful throat, it was almost superb and utterly sublime perfection. Almost…
“Thank your Master, baby.”
“Th-thank you, Master.”
“Say it again.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Again…”
She fell against him and sighed, panted, and then cried those words over and over. Riding him fast and coming hard, not just the two times as he’d ordered her to, but three heavy cock-gripping times, which blew his mind in the most perfect way imaginable.
Neither of them moved for a long time, but when Rene shifted Alexis broke the comfortable silence.
“Umm…please don’t. I want to stay like this forever.”
Rene smiled against her hair and chuckled. “You’re shameless.”
“I know,” she quietly grumbled against his chest as if she were getting ready to drop off to sleep. He couldn’t let her do that.
He gave her tender bottom a gentle squeeze. “No falling asleep. We have company coming and you need to get ready and see to dinner.”
Alexis groaned. “You promised not to invite my mother over without asking me first.”
“It’s not your mother. Are you going to get up?”
She was burrowing into him and stopped. “Your parents?”
“No, it’s Michael Kavanagh.”
“What?” She sat up so fast she nearly fell over backward.
“Whoa. You okay?” He managed to catch her.
“Why? How? When did you talk with him? Why?”
Rene slowly let go of her arm as a heavy feeling descended in his chest. Something was wrong here. Alex was not only tense but worried. “I spoke with him a few days ago. Right after you went into the office to pick up his slack.”
“I didn’t. I—”
“Didn’t what?” He reached down beside the chair and plucked up his discarded shirt, handing it to her. “You went into the office and you did pick up his slack and I don’t like it.”
She was like a mini tornado trying to get his shirt on and buttoned while she huffed the hair out of her eyes. “So what are you going to do now, Rene? Tell the HR department to fire him?”
Her reaction ticked him off. He didn’t like her going on the defensive for the guy for one, and two, he didn’t like her accusing him of being so petty. “I don’t need anyone from HR to fire him. I could do that myself if I wanted to, but I don’t. I actually have some good news for him and I thought we’d discuss it over dinner.”
She went completely still. “Good news?”
Now Rene was steaming. The way she repeated this, it was as if she’d been expecting really bad news. He caught her arm before she climbed off his lap. “Alexis?”
“Yes?”
“Is there something you want to tell me about this Michael Kavanagh?”
“No.”
He wanted to press her because he knew she was lying. Instead he just stared at her, giving her the chance to talk. When she didn’t, he sighed. “Go and get ready then, he’ll be here in an hour.”
* * * * *
Alexis stood in the walk-in closet for twenty minutes. Nothing. Not one thing to wear out of the hundreds of items she had to choose from. What if Michael said something? He wouldn’t be so foolish, would he?
She looked down at the nail she was biting and swore. She hadn’t done that since she’d met Rene. Instantly her hand went to the medallion and she rubbed it super-fast between her forefinger and thumb. She should have told Rene. He’d given her the opportunity and she hadn’t taken it…again.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Thinking. She needed to calm down. Rene said he had good news and when Michael heard it the last thing he’d want to do is spoil it by bringing up how he’d manhandled the wife of the bearer of such good news, right? Problem solved.
The medallion slipped out of her hand and banged against her throat. Another problem reared its ugly head. Her eyes snapped opened wide. Michael couldn’t see this on her. She ran to the bathroom and critically scrutinized the collar in the mirror. Could it pass for a regular piece of jewelry? Yes. No. Best not to take the chance. As it was she had enough to worry about without Michael getting curious over the darn thing.
The plan was simple. Hide the collar and get back downstairs before Michael arrived. Once he did she’d have to make sure Rene didn’t bring up the caller ID issue or her sneaking into the office. With those topics off limits though, what did that leave for them to discuss?
Your last business trip.
She started to hyperventilate. Things were looking mighty grim when it occurred to her that Michael noticing her collar was the least of her worries this evening. That decided, she grabbed the first thing she put her hands on and got dressed.
Chapter Ten
Rene waited for Alex to join him in the living room. Her earlier reaction over Kavanagh concerned him. Especially after he’d talked to the abrupt SOB earlier in the week. Abrupt was the best description to give Kavanagh
’s dialogue. He hadn’t been rude, but neither was he overly cordial. Actually, if Rene had to guess he thought the guy might have been bracing himself. He could see where Michael might be worried that Rene was going to make some excuse and let him go for trying to influence his wife on her marriage. Truthfully, the thought had occurred to him, but labor laws being what they were, he’d decided to deal with the situation a different way. After all, Michael was a heavy asset to the company so there was no sense wasting his talents if they could be better placed in the organization. A place where the guy wouldn’t need Alexis to fall back on.
In this, Rene had chosen to take the higher ground. He’d made the necessary arrangements, going out of his way to extend a rather large olive branch. Hopefully, Michael would be smart enough to take it gracefully.
He thought about Alexis and her odd behavior and hoped to Christ he wasn’t making a mistake with all this.
“Rene?”
He turned. “I didn’t hear you come dow—” He took one look at her and lost his train of thought. She was absolutely stunning and not because she was dressed to the nines. She wasn’t. Alexis had on a simple pair of blue jeans with a light-turquoise sweater. On top of that a silver and turquoise scarf circled her neck like a cowl, and even though it was highly stylish he wanted to rip it off her. She was hiding his silver. Covering his collar.
All because of Kavanagh.
“A little overdressed, aren’t you?” Was that a blush he saw on her cheeks? “Come here.”
She didn’t hesitate and the moment she arrived in front of him, he leaned down to capture her lips and gain a taste of the shiny pink gloss she wore. He was a mere inch away from his prize when the doorbell rang.
Straightening, he cleared his throat. “Silver goes beautifully with this color.” He traced the back of his knuckles from her shoulder to her breast. Rubbing his hand lightly over the nipple beneath until it hardened and spiked through the delicate knit. “I think I’ll get the Japanese clamps out later. I’ve been negligent in my duty to my girls.”