by Opal Carew
“All right, another time then.” She turned and headed toward the door.
“No, wait. I can cancel.” He snatched up the phone, relieved to see Kate stop and turn back. He did not want her to leave. The temp picked up. “Cancel my next meeting, and I’m not to be disturbed.”
He hung up. “I’m all yours, Kate.” Body and soul. If only she wanted him.
She frowned. “What I want to discuss is sensitive. I don’t want anyone walking in.”
“My secretary won’t let anyone in.”
She raised an eyebrow. “And yet, she let me in even though she had standing instructions not to allow anyone to disturb you.”
He sighed and nodded. “Point taken. I’ll lock the door.”
Damn. That meant this was going to get messy.
When he’d told her what he’d done, she hadn’t yelled or screamed, or even cried. She’d just walked out. Clearly, she’d chosen now to let him know what she thought of him, and she didn’t want anyone walking in on their emotional confrontation.
He strode across the office and locked the door, then he turned back to face her.
“So why are you here, Kate?”
“If I told you I’m not comfortable with you having any control whatsoever of my company, would you be willing to dissolve the business agreement between us?”
His chest tightened. “That’s not a good idea.” They both knew that without the capital he was providing, her company would fail.
She walked to the round table by the window where he held one-on-one meetings and placed her slim leather briefcase on the tabletop, then opened it and pulled out a document.
“I’ve had my lawyer draw up papers to replace our business agreement. Essentially, to dissolve the partnership. I’d like you to sign it.”
“Do you have another investor?”
If she didn’t, her business would not survive and he hated the thought that she would let it die, just to cut the connection between them completely.
“No, but I do have something I hope will pan out.”
She held out the document and he stepped forward and took it from her hand. He caught a whiff of her lilac shampoo, a new scent for her. Delicate and enticing.
He glanced over the typewritten words, most blurring under his quick perusal, but it was clear what it was. Kate was cutting him loose.
He glanced up from the paper and met her gaze. “Are you sure you want to do this, Kate?”
“Under the circumstances, the agreement no longer works as is, so yes, I’m sure.”
He sighed and pulled a pen from the inner pocket of his jacket, then set the agreement on the table and signed. Then he handed it to her.
“Is there anything else, Kate?”
“Yes, we haven’t even begun to deal with the fact that you nearly destroyed my whole career.”
He nodded, his heart aching. “I know. If there was any way I could make it up to you, I would, but I know there’s nothing I can do to offset the pain I caused you.”
“Actually, there is something.”
Kate almost laughed at the way his gaze shot up to hers, then at the perplexed expression on his face.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Well, you caused me pain, so I should cause you pain.”
She placed the signed agreement beside her briefcase on the table, then opened the case again and reached into the leather divider in the lid. Her fingers found the pencil-thin crop and she pulled it out, then turned to face him.
“You should be punished for what you did.”
His gaze darted to the leather-wrapped riding crop with the rhinestone-trimmed handle and the heart-shaped leather tag on the end. His expression didn’t change, but she could see the gleam in his eyes.
“You want to punish me?”
She resisted letting her lips turn up in a smile. “That’s right. Now stand facing your desk and take off your jacket.”
He walked to his desk and turned his back to her, then slipped off his jacket and tossed it onto his leather chair behind the desk.
“Now, drop your pants.”
She watched as the belt loosened, then the pants slipped to the floor and landed with a clunk. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He now stood in his shirt and boxers, but she needed to see bare ass.
“Now, the boxers.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She couldn’t prevent the smile this time. Her heartbeat increased as his boxers dropped, but his shirt covered his fine ass.
“Pull your shirt out of the way.” She drew in a deep breath as he revealed his tight, hard buttocks. “Very good, now bend over”
She stepped toward him as he obeyed, bracing himself against the desk. Then she flicked the crop back and slashed through the air until it connected with his gorgeous ass. A red mark appeared, in the shape of a heart. That’s why she’d chosen this crop. Because she liked the idea of leaving red hearts on his ass.
She flicked the crop again, on the other cheek this time, then watched the heart appear.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
A part of her told her to stop.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes, Mistress.” This time his words came out in a sexy rumble.
God, this was turning him on, too.
She smacked again, forming another heart. Then again.
She stepped back and admired her handiwork.
“Please punish me, Mistress. I was very bad.”
“I will punish you.” She stepped closer and ran her fingertips over the angry red flesh, needing to touch him. His skin was hot where it was red. She glided her fingertip around one heart, then she stroked his hard, muscular butt with her palm. “Now, turn around.”
She stepped back as he straightened up. When he turned around, her gaze shot straight to his rock-hard cock, the fabric of his shirt draping over it.
Oh, God, she wanted to touch it. To feel it in her hand.
“Go sit in your chair.” Her voice came out raspy so she cleared her throat.
She walked to her briefcase again and retrieved the black leather bands she’d brought. He sat in the black executive chair now and she approached him, her gaze falling again to his big cock, which was standing straight up. Long and hard.
“Put your hands on the armrests.”
When he complied, she wrapped one of the leather bands around his wrist, binding it to the armrest, then fastened it. She then bound his other wrist in the same way.
She smiled at the sight of him sitting there, helpless before her. She leaned forward and stroked the tip of his hard cock and watched him twitch.
She stepped back and leaned against the desk.
“Now, maybe I should go let that secretary of yours in here. I wonder if she’d be shocked seeing you like this.” She grinned. “Or maybe she’d climb aboard and give you the ride of your life.” She glanced toward the door. “That could be fun to watch.”
She could tell Matt wasn’t worried in the least. He knew she’d be more embarrassed than him if the woman walked in here right now. He also knew she’d never share him.
“Yes, Mistress. That would be a severe punishment. Having that beautiful young woman climb on top of me and ride me to orgasm. My hard cock gliding in and out of her. Her wet pussy clenching around me.”
Oh, God, he knew what he was doing. Her insides melted and she longed for that hot, hard cock of his to be inside her right now.
“No, I think I can find other ways to torture you.”
She unbuttoned her suit jacket and his gaze locked onto her chest as the garment opened, revealing her red bra beneath. It was trimmed with delicate black lace, but the cups were made of totally transparent red fabric, so he could clearly see her breasts and the hard nipples. She stroked a finger over one bud. Her insides quivered. She stroked the other, seeing his blue eyes darken as he watched. She pushed herself from the desk and reached behind her to unfasten the skirt, then she
shimmied it downward until it fell to the floor. She wore equally transparent panties. His gaze shifted to her crotch. She stroked her hand over her stomach, then lower. As her fingers glided under the fabric, his breath caught. She pushed her fingers into her folds, then inside her damp opening. She was so hot, and anxious to have his big cock inside her. She ripped off her panties, then turned and leaned over the desk.
“Lick me,” she demanded.
“Yes, Mistress.”
He might be bound to the chair, but she knew that wouldn’t stop him. He rolled the chair forward until it pressed against the backs of her legs, his legs on either side of hers, then he leaned forward. She felt his slightly whisker-roughened cheek brush her upper thigh. She grasped her ass and opened to reveal her wet folds to him, then almost jumped as she felt his tongue brush against her.
He licked the length of her slit several times, then he pushed his tongue into her opening and wiggled, sending heat through her. He shifted and his tongue found her clit. He flicked against it, but couldn’t quite reach as well as she’d like.
She could release his hands so he could maneuver better, but she didn’t want to do that yet.
“Stop.”
His face moved away and she turned as best she could with the chair against her. He leaned forward and his tongue found her clit again and flicked.
“Oh.” Pleasure vibrated through her.
He flicked again, then drove his tongue into her.
She placed her hands on the front of the armrests and pushed the chair backward, giving her space. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her hands around his hard shaft, then licked him. He groaned as she wrapped her mouth around him, and swirled her tongue over him. Then she glided down, taking him deep inside her throat.
“Oh, God, that feels good.”
She drew back, then took him deep again. He arched his pelvis as she squeezed him.
She dropped him from her mouth, then climbed onto his lap, resting her knees on either side of his legs. If she released his hands, he could stroke her breasts and pull her tight to him, his hands cupping her ass, but she liked having this control over him. She cupped her breast and leaned forward, pressing her nipple to his mouth. His tongue darted out and he licked her, his raspy tongue dragging over her sensitive nub. Then he took it in his mouth and sucked. She moaned at the exquisite sensation. She pressed her other breast to his mouth and he licked her nipple, then sucked it, too.
“Oh, God, I want you.” She leaned back and ripped open his shirt, sending buttons scattering. She licked his hard chest, then grazed his hard nipple with her teeth, eliciting a groan.
She wrapped her hand around his big cock, then pressed it to her opening. His big cockhead stroked her wet flesh as she rocked his cock back and forth, then she positioned him and glided downward, taking his hard flesh deep inside.
He groaned and jerked his pelvis up, driving deeper. She gasped, then squeezed him inside her.
She leaned close to his neck and nuzzled, then murmured, “I’m in control now, do you understand? Displease me and I’ll leave you aching and wanting. Please me and I’ll give you the satisfaction you need.”
His head dropped back against the chair. “Yes, Mistress, I’m yours to command.”
She smiled and lifted herself, reveling in the feel of his big cockhead dragging along her passage, then she glided down. Slowly. She glided up and down again. His body stiffened as she took him deep, again and again. She moved faster, his shaft filling her. She squeezed it, so hard and thick.
Pleasure swamped her senses and she moaned.
“Oh, God, yeah.” Matt’s voice was deep and hoarse.
She kissed his neck. “Call me ‘Mistress.’”
“Yes, Mistress. It feels so good.”
Her breathing was fast and heat enveloped her. “Tell me more.”
“My cock is aching inside you. You feel so good around me that it hurts. It’s going to explode any minute now.”
She gazed at his face. “Not yet. Not until I say so.” She squeezed him and he groaned. It was so sexy commanding him to pleasure her.
His body was tense and his face contorted in delicious agony. She smiled and drew out the moment, continuing to squeeze him in her hot passage, her own pleasure rising as he quivered with need.
“Please, Mistress,” he murmured.
She was barely able to hold back her own orgasm, but she feigned a moment of consideration before she nodded. “You may come now.”
He shuddered and she felt hot liquid fill her insides. She glided her finger between them and flicked her clit. Wild sensations fluttered through her and she moaned as an exquisite orgasm erupted inside her.
She groaned as she continued to ride him, his big cock still stretching her as she bounced up and down, the wave of pleasure pulsing through her. Finally, she collapsed against him, mild eddies of pleasure still washing through her.
She could hear his heartbeat against her ear as she clung to his broad shoulders. She pushed herself to her knees, letting his spent cock slip from her, then she stood up.
“Is it clear now who is in charge?” she asked with a wicked grin.
He smiled. “You are, Mistress.” He gazed up at her, then his expression turned serious. “You have always been in charge.”
She drew in a breath. He’d said that kind of thing before, but she realized she was now beginning to believe him. And that gave her confidence.
She unfastened his wrists and tossed the leather straps on the desk.
“What would you like me to do for you now, Mistress?”
She smiled. “Well, there is one thing.” She walked toward the table and turned to face him again. “Come over here and kneel in front of me.”
He stood up and approached her, looming over her as he drew near, but then he knelt in front of her.
“Now, what do you think you should do while on your knees in front of me?”
He gazed up at her, then rested his hand on her stomach and stroked downward as he leaned forward. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, then drew his head back.
“No, not that. Think really hard. What did you tell me you were going to get on your knees for two years ago?”
His eyes lit up. “Really, Kate?”
She arched a mischievous eyebrow. “What happened to calling me ‘Mistress’?”
He smiled. “Yes, Mistress.” He took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, then kissed it. “Mistress, I love you with all my heart. I want you in my life always and will dedicate my life to making you happy. Will you marry me?”
Despite the fact they were both practically naked, and Matt had called her ‘Mistress,’ and they were acting out a crazy, funny sex fantasy…tears brimmed in her eyes. Because she had never been happier.
She nodded, then found her voice and said, “Yes, Matt. I’ll marry you.”
He bound to his feet and pulled her into his arms. The passion of his mouth on hers swept her away. Their tongues danced and her heart pounded.
“Oh, God, Kate, I love you so much.”
“And I love you, Matt. I have always loved you.”
He caressed her cheek. “And you know, sweetheart, that I will never control you. Or your company.”
She smiled. “I know that. I knew having you sign the agreement termination didn’t matter because when we get married, we will be equal owners anyway.”
He smiled and tipped up her chin. “You really were punishing me.”
“Well, I had to ensure you were truly contrite. And that you would follow instructions when push came to shove.”
He laughed. “I will always follow your instructions, my love.” He kissed her again, leaving her breathless. “And you realize that you will also own half of my business. And since I am ultimately under your control—because I would never say no to you—you are now in charge of a very big corporation.”
The magnitude of what he said hit her. She didn’t know how to run a company the size of M
att’s. She drew in a deep breath.
“You’ll handle whatever I tell you to, though, right?”
He chuckled. “Of course, my love. I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”
“Good. So, right now, I’m feeling very turned on by all the power at my disposal.” She flattened her hand on his chest and dragged it down his muscular flesh, heading for his delightfully rising cock. “So, right now, I’d like you to be my Master and have your way with me.” She wrapped her hand around his hard shaft and squeezed.
He grinned. “Until you say otherwise?”
“That’s right.” She stepped back, knowing this marriage was going to be a roller coaster of wild times, and crazy power plays. But, ultimately, she knew that Matt would always defer to her desires.
She smiled. “So what would you like me to do, Sir?”
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About the Author
OPAL CAREW is the award-winning author of twelve previous erotic romances for St. Martin’s Press. To learn more, visit her on the Web at www.opalcarew.com.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
HIS TO COMMAND #6: THE SURRENDER. Copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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e-ISBN 978-1-250-03319-2
HIS TO COMMAND
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