Enthrall Climax

by Vanessa Fewings

  He came closer and loomed over me. “Don’t do it again. Understand?”

  No, I wasn’t going to let his stark beauty throw me off balance. Now more than ever I needed to be strong. “I want a fair crack at the whip.”

  His brows shot up.

  “With my project,” I clarified. “I want you to consider my design and you can’t do that if it looks like you’re favoring me.”

  “Favoring you is my perk.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “This is not an invitation to misbehave.” He pressed his firm chest against mine.

  My gaze flitted to where I suspected the surveillance camera might be.

  He tutted. “Fuck the cameras.”

  “What if security gossips?”

  “I’ll fire them.”

  I broke his gaze because it was easier then looking into his beautiful face, no matter how sincere he was trying to be.

  “I’m serious,” I said, stepping back. “I want you to consider my design.”

  I’d worked tirelessly on creating that stylish new packaging and it deserved to be in the running.

  “Present yourself to my office…sans underwear,” he mouthed. He rested his hand on the arch of my back and pulled me toward him. “In your desk drawer you will find a velvet box. Proceed with it to the powder room in precisely five minutes.”

  “What’s in it?”

  He stepped back and sipped his coffee.

  My gaze shot to the door and I realized I’d arrived at my floor. My face was on fire as I stepped out and turned to look back at him.

  His glare locked on mine. “Follow my order precisely.”

  The elevator door slid closed.

  Weaving through the cubicles, I quickly reached mine. It was tucked away in the far west corner, and actually had a spectacular view. My desk was just how I’d left it, neat and organized, with those renderings ready in the manila folder for my presentation. Coming in early had enabled me to catch up on all my paperwork.

  Peering over the top of my cubicle, I caught sight of my boss Dana walking toward her office—the ends of her short black bob hitting her sharp cheekbones, rounding out her black power suit and spiked heels. I ducked down hoping she wouldn’t see me as she entered her office. I enjoyed the work that went into being one of her assistants, but I didn’t exactly hit it off with her. Then again, she didn’t seem to hit it off with anyone.

  When the coast was clear, I removed my jacket and flung it over the back of my chair, then shook my mouse to waken my screen. I had just enough time to check Facebook.

  My iPhone pinged and I looked down at the text from Cameron: Now.

  Feeling as though Cameron were still looming over me, I rummaged for the key in my handbag and then used it to unlock my bottom drawer, only now realizing Cameron had a copy. I reached all the way back and removed the velvet box. My mind spiraled with the possibilities of what I was going to find inside.

  My thoughts screeched back to Cameron’s words last night. “Welcome to the far side of the forbidden, Ms. Lauren.”

  I flipped open the lid.

  Oh, okay, just breathe and try not to look like you’re about to fall into a conniption fit.

  Three long, diamond-studded strands fell loosely between my fingers—and at the end of each were delicate clamps. With my sex tingling in anticipation, I wondered how this jewelry was meant to be worn.

  A rush of movement brought my head up.

  “What’s that?”

  I threw the strands back into the box and snapped the lid closed, forcing a smile at Dana—who stood at the entry to my cubicle.

  “A gift.” I acted as though it was boring and threw the box back into the drawer.

  “I’d like to discuss today’s meeting, Mia. Make sure we’re not missing anything.”

  “Of course.” I kicked the drawer shut.

  “Ten minutes?”

  “Perfect.”

  She headed back to her office.

  My eyes snapped back to the drawer.

  Sitting at my desk, I slipped off my panties as discreetly as possible and shoved them into my handbag. I retrieved the gift, holding the chains close to my chest as I dropped the box back into the drawer. Then I grabbed my phone.

  Within a minute, I was hidden away in the luxury powder room stall with my skirt hiked around my waist and my fingers examining the delicate chain.

  The three-stranded decoration was exquisite. I’d never seen anything like this before; the diamonds shimmied beautifully as I weaved them around my back gently so that they all met at the front near my pussy. I had to clip the three tiny prongs on either side of my labia to ease my folds apart. This was designed to reveal my sex. At the top where the strands met was a long row of more diamonds that dangled and teased my clit, sending tingles along it. This was going to distract the hell out of me and have me constantly turned on for him.

  My head bashed back against the door as I rode the first wave of pleasure caused by teasing the catches in place. I tried to steady my rapid breaths, my heart soaring with an intimacy that made me feel like Cole was right here.

  I left the stall and headed over to the basin to wash my hands. After drying them, I grabbed my phone from where I’d left it on the corner table and texted Cameron: Master, it’s on.

  My gaze rose to my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed.

  Most excellent, he texted back.

  Staring at my pink face and feeling the rippling below as those diamonds dangled deliciously, I exhaled through a pout and rode through this heady rush.

  The door opened and I spun round to see Shay.

  I tried to look nonchalant, assuming he was about to chastise me for leaving home without alerting him. I fluffed my hair in the mirror, wanting to ask him about the conversation I’d eavesdropped on this morning with Cameron, but was still too rattled by seeing him in here.

  “No hello?” Shay strode in farther with the kind of masterdom I’d come to expect from a senior dominant. Today, he’d swapped out his ripped jeans for a pinstriped suit, so he must have somewhere important to be later.

  He tapped on the closed stall doors to confirm we were alone.

  “This is the ladies.” I stated the obvious because he was making me nervous.

  Shay leaned back against one of the sinks and crossed his ankles together. “Ms. Lauren, if you ever leave the penthouse without a security escort again, I will personally spank you myself. And it will be hard.”

  “I feel like I’m a prisoner.” My response even surprised me.

  He shrugged. “Listen, it’s my job to keep you safe. Don’t get me fired.”

  My shoulders slouched as guilt swallowed me whole. “I’m sorry.”

  “Let’s do this then.” He waved his hand through the air.

  A slither of uneasiness shot up my spine when he reached into his jacket pocket and brought out his phone. “Up.” He gestured to my hem.

  “I have a meeting with Dana.” I flushed wildly at his insinuation and my glare bounced over to the door. “My boss.”

  He gestured for me to get on with it. “We don’t want you to be late.”

  I reached out for his phone. “I’ll call him.”

  “Mia.” He whisked it out of reach.

  Back in our old life this erotic play would have been perfectly normal between doms and their slaves. Still, we weren’t back at Chrysalis now where games like this were considered tame and there weren’t fifty or so employees on the other side of the door.

  Yet my arousal was spiking with every second of Cole’s punishment.

  “Obey.” Shay’s insistence intensified. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”

  His disapproval felt like a blow to my reason.

  My addled thoughts caught up with my dazed processing of this erotic play—I’d begged Cameron to go darker and this had to be a prelude.

  Shay had been granted power over me.

  “Surrender,” he urged soothingly.

  My f
ingers scrunched the hem of my skirt and froze there. This arousal was causing me to take short, sharp breaths, my nipples beading enough to show through my blouse, my eyelids becoming heavy. Swooning, I had to lean against the wall so I’d not wobble on my strappy heels.

  “All you have to do is obey.”

  This erotic sparring was startlingly new.

  “Your master is waiting,” he added darkly.

  Lifting my hem high above my waist, I followed his gaze to where glistening diamonds fell over my clit, my sex shiny behind bejeweled artistry.

  He went down on one knee. “Is it comfortable?”

  “I can feel it.” I stated the obvious. “It pulls a little.”

  “Turns you on?”

  I exhaled a shaky breath as I nodded.

  “Reminds you who owns you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Who owns you, Mia?”

  “Master Cole.”

  “Did you forget this?”

  I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut at the humiliation of him being so close to my sex.

  Yet Shay was seductive in his own way, rugged in his handsomeness with the demeanor of an ex-military man who didn’t give a fuck. He raised his phone and snapped a few shots of my pussy. A slide of his fingers on his screen let me know he was sending the photos to Cameron.

  “No,” he berated. “Remain how you are.”

  My sex thrummed with an aliveness that sent pangs of pleasure right up to my erect nipples. I peered down at myself, mesmerized by this titillating scene, balling my fist to resist the urge to rub my throbbing clit ever so slowly, even with him watching.

  A divine pleasure blossomed inside me.

  A mewling escaped my lips.

  He tucked my hem into my waistband to prevent my skirt from falling. “Good girl, Mia. Arms behind your back, please. You know better.”

  I snapped my wrists together at my lower spine, remaining in this pose, caught in a dreamy subspace where my master made the rules and dictated how every second played out to please him. This felt daring and dangerous, like a dark forbidden gift from a master who wanted to both shock and awe me.

  My gaze flitted nervously to the door.

  Shay read the text that came back.

  “We have to tighten it.” He gestured for me to obey.

  What he was asking was impossible; any tighter and my clit would be completely protruding and though you wouldn’t see this from behind my skirt the material would rub my most sensitive place. My thighs trembled in revolt.

  “Mia?”

  I stuttered out words to explain my reticence, but even as I did he was leaning forward and adjusting the delicate chain—tugging my labia apart farther as his fingers unclipped and refastened those delicate clamps. When his fingertip brushed over me I froze in panic. No one was allowed to touch me there.

  “I’m being careful,” he soothed. “I know the rules.”

  His firm fingers worked the delicate clamps and I hated how divine the sensation felt along my sensitized skin. My clit swelled beneath his gentle caresses as he fixed the strands more to his liking.

  A few more photos later and he gave another nod of approval, then waited for

  Cameron to send him a reply. “Your master approves.”

  “Good, thank you,” I said. It was impossible to catch my breath as the tingling was now at a fever pitch. I was about to reach the point of bliss.

  “Skirt down.”

  My body yearned for release or at least an escape from what was essentially edge play.

  “Well done, Kitten.” Shay used the same endearment Cameron spoke when he played with me.

  I was quaking deliciously and my pussy was soaked.

  “No coming,” Shay demanded. “Unless given permission. Understand?”

  “I’ll try.”

  “Sir,” he countered, tucking his phone away.

  “Sir,” I managed.

  “Wipe yourself and return to your desk.” He headed for the door. “See you at ten in the CEO’s office.”

  After making myself decent down there, I followed Shay out of the powder room and saw the out-of-service sign that had protected my privacy.

  A tug at my groin stopped me in my tracks as I judged whether continuing to adult in any form was even possible.

  Shay reached the elevator and didn’t even glance back.

  Flustered, I made it back to my desk with my gaze down, hoping no one could guess I’d just experienced an erotic encounter with the CEO’s head of security.

  This…this was exhilarating.

  A flood of adrenaline brought a thrill of delight, making me feel high. Whatever was happening down there was releasing endorphins and they were surging through my veins.

  Back in my cubicle, I saw the screen of my phone light up with Cameron’s number.

  “Hello, sir,” I whispered huskily.

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes.” I breathed in deeply, my body responding to his voice. “Yes, sir.”

  “Well, good.”

  Turning, I peered out the window at the sweeping view, feeling small against the dramatic backdrop of skyscrapers.

  “Still there?” he asked darkly.

  “Yes.”

  “How does your clit feel?”

  I let out a protracted sigh. “Oh, well, you know.”

  “Say it.”

  “Nice.” I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip. “Thank you for my punishment, sir.”

  “There’s more.”

  “More?”

  “This morning’s behavior was unacceptable.”

  “I can explain.”

  “Don’t interrupt.”

  I waited for his response.

  “No guards this morning, Mia? No security escort? Do you have any idea of the danger you exposed yourself to?”

  My eyelids closed as I realized this also served as a punishment. Only, this was a completely different kind of exposure.

  He hung up.

  I placed my phone down and stared at it, wondering what else he had in mind. With a clenched jaw and a tingly core I tried to inhale through the ripples. For goodness sake, I had a full day ahead of me and climaxing at my desk was most inconvenient—I had to hold back despite being edged right to the precipice with thoughts of Cole burning up my brain.

  This was the mother of all punishments and again a reminder of how much pissing off Cole was a mistake.

  My gaze swept over the top of my cubicle and settled on Dana’s office.

  Oh, God.

  I was late for my meeting with her. I grabbed the file from my desk and hurried toward her office. The diamonds tugged and my clit stood erect in response. I glanced down at my skirt to make sure nothing could be seen, though my sex sensed every move.

  Reassured, I knocked on her open door. “I have the file.” I waved it and gave a cheery smile.

  “Come in, Mia.”

  “Thank you.” I felt as naked as hell.

  “Everything okay?” Her stare roamed down to my shoes, a pair I shouldn’t have been able to afford on my salary. Or maybe that frown was directed at my inked hummingbird; the one with exquisite blues and greens.

  I still loved it.

  “Yes,” I replied confidently. “How are you?”

  Her eyes snapped up to mine. “You seem a little breathless.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “I’d like you to lead the team in the meeting today,” she said warmly. “Is this something you feel ready for?”

  “Yes, absolutely. Thank you.”

  “Mia,” she said, gesturing to the file in my hand, “I saw your rendition. I love the way you’ve incorporated Raif Cole’s signature into the design so we remember our legacy, and remind the consumer it’s a family business.”

  It felt right in every way. “I’m so glad you like it.”

  “It will be interesting to see how Mr. Cole feels about this suggestion.” She gave me a thin smile. “Make sure he knows this is your personal take and not
directly from marketing.”

  Which meant she was distancing herself from my design.

  The chains were doing crazy things to my ability to speak. I hoped Dana didn’t notice me balancing on one foot and then the other to take the pressure off. Nothing helped, not even leaning forward slightly or leaning all my weight on my right leg.

  “Don’t be nervous.” Dana misinterpreted my body language. “You’ll do great.”

  “Yes, I will.” Even my breathing was having an effect on those chains, shooting sensations directly into my core.

  “Do sit down.” She gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

  I’d not practiced sitting in this getup yet, but had no choice. Easing myself down as slowly as possible, I felt the tugging intensify until my sex was taut and being stimulated to the max.

  “You have real potential.” Dana picked up a pen and pointed it at me. “You take risks. I like that.”

  Risks? How was my design a risk?

  I placed my file on her desk to buy time—all five seconds of this awkward repositioning as I squirmed in my chair.

  Dana continued to discuss her expectations for the impending meeting.

  After thirty minutes, with the time closing in on 10:00 A.M., I left her office and began the walk toward the elevator with a careful stride.

  Had this been me walking the pathway to my master in a room back at Chrysalis, I’d have been ecstatic, but this place made it dark play. I had to will myself not to come while leaning against the elevator wall as I ascended, trying to think of anything but Cole.

  Remembering all my orgasms belonged to him.

  THE PHOTO SHAY SENT WAS a fucking masterpiece.

  Mia was drenched in diamonds that easily reflected the imagery of the sacred feminine, with the beauty of her sex highlighted by the stones known in Greek as adamas; the word diamond’s interpretation of “unbreakable” or even untamable.

  Like the woman who wore my bejeweled bondage.

  I was pleasantly distracted from the slew of meetings. My sweet Mia had obeyed and in doing so I’d delivered on my promise. Flying toward the flame of temptation was a thrill from my past, and her begging me last night to tease her on the darker side hadn’t gone unanswered.

  Two goals had been accomplished. Firstly, I’d reminded Mia I was her master after she’d rebelled this morning and put herself in danger. Mia wouldn’t know about the death threats, or that kidnapping was still a possibility, or even that men would harm her to get to me. No, Mia didn’t need to know about any of that because making her feel safe was my priority.