I fingered the collar, a bit shocked at how it made me want to purr and rub myself on him as if I were a cat who’d just had a bowl full of cream. But he mentioned an outfit… Curiosity piqued, I left to the master bedroom. When I searched through the closet, I found one dress, in my size even…and it was made out of black latex. I’d never worn anything besides lingerie for sex. Excitement stirred in my stomach. He’d wanted to make me feel better, and this was working. The forethought put into our time together meant a lot to me.
I stripped out of my clothes and into the form fitting dress and then checked myself out in the full-length mirror.
Damn. I was hot.
The tank top style showed off my clavicle and shoulders and the long length of my neck. It stopped mid-thigh on me. I searched for shoes in the closet, but didn’t find any. I decided against adding them in today. Though perhaps we could use it again sometime, and I’d wear some of my heels. I turned to peek at how I looked from behind. The scooped back enticed while still hiding all the important bits. I grinned. I don’t think he knows what he’s gotten himself into.
I strode back out to the living room. He turned, having put on music on the stereo, and then stopped mid step. His mouth gaped open. I posed with a hand on my hip which I thrust forward a bit for effect.
I saw the lust in his eyes and dropped my gaze, suddenly self-conscious in my role as sub. In a short stride, he came to me and lifted my chin. “Never be ashamed around me. Rule number one. Even if we’re playing at humiliation for punishment.”
I nodded, and my lips parted as need streaked through me at his chastisement.
He ran a hand down my back as he pressed his hard on into me. My pussy contracted. Just like that. I guess a year of denying myself had its consequences.
“I’m serious. I don’t like that you left in shame yesterday, instead of talking to me, reaching out to me. I will protect you and help you, if only you let me. Next time, your punishment will be harsher.”
I flushed, the heat of it burning my ears, but stared into his eyes. My heart beat in my throat. “I am not used to having anyone protect me.” Nor was I used to being turned on by a reprimand by anyone except him. Holy hell. His touched scorched me with lust as he held my hair in his hands.
“You have me now. As your Dom, it is my privilege and honor to do this. You need to seek me out, if only for comfort. Promise me.”
His grip in my hair tightened, and he pulled my head back so that my neck was vulnerable to him. Fuck me, but I wanted him to punish me for it. “I promise.”
“Kneel on all fours in front of the couch.” He let go of my hair and gave me a small push in my lower back.
I frowned in confusion at the abrupt change. He wasn’t going to take me right now? “What?” I asked now, because once on all fours, I was his slave and couldn’t ask without punishment. Then again, it would ensure more punishments from him. I wanted to explore that side of me more with every passing minute with him.
His fingers caressed my clavicle then dipped into my ample cleavage. “You heard me. The longer you take to do as you’re told, the harsher the punishment will be.”
My stomach flipped. I wanted to learn all I could, but I also wanted to be punished in the worst way. I guess we’d see just how submissive I was capable of being. I stalked over to the couch, my hips swaying, to tease and torture him as much as I could, before I knelt. I positioned myself and then wiggled my ass at him.
He came over and smacked it. “No, just stay there, my pet.”
Another lifetime, another man, and I’d have been offended. Here, now, with this man, heat rushed to my face. I wanted more of it.
He sat on the couch, then lay, reading a book, his hand trailing absently through my hair, then moving to grip his dick he’d pulled out…coincidentally right about where my face was. Once in a while, he gripped it and pulled my face up, and teased me with it.
“This is your punishment for running away in shame from the office,” he said thickly. “Look, but don’t touch.”
My mouth watered as I thought of having him, deep throating him. Still, I enjoyed staring at him as well. He set his book at the floor in front of me, then swung his legs so they rested on me, his soft trousers scraping my sensitive skin, making me totally aware of him even though I could no longer see him. I heard the rustle of clothes, then his legs left me for a moment, then came to rest on me naked.
“Oh, my pet,” he said hoarsely. “I’m stroking myself, wishing your hands held my cock, that your mouth encircled it. Have you learned your lesson yet?”
The visions his words produced in me had me mewling in the back of my throat. “I don’t know,” I said, impudently, hoping to goad him into punishing me harsher. “Maybe you need to whip me.”
I heard a deep groan from him which had me near to panting that I could have that effect on him with just my words.
He came down on the floor with me, set himself behind me, and smacked my ass. Even through the latex, this one stung. He yanked on my collar and my hair at the same time. “Obviously not,” he said, holding me like that as if testing me. When I stayed compliant, he ran his hands under the short skirt and up my thigh, then into my wetness. I cried out as he inserted two fingers into me.
“No, no whip. I’ll save that for another time.” His fingers wiggled inside as he tested me, widened me. His other hand drew my skirt up so that it pooled on my back. He again slapped my ass, but this time it hit bare flesh, and I pushed down as the pain seared then turned to pleasure. His fingers stayed in me, and he used his other hand to grip my hair and pull me back into a kneeling position.
“Don’t. Move,” he commanded, emphasizing each word with a thrust of his fingers.
I trembled with need. His command over my body had me wanting to beg for him to take me. He slapped then rubbed my ass repeatedly until I nearly came. I hovered on the edge, the combination of sting with the pleasure and care of the rub had me wishing for more. I bit back my cry of denial when his fingers left me. He pulled my head up and leaned over me, which pushed his cock through my wet slit and across the clit.
My orgasm tore through me suddenly. I shook and wanted to sob in relief, my nipples rubbing against the latex as I swayed on my knees. While I trembled with my release, he lined himself up and surged into me. Another wave was set off as he thrust into me over and over, his body taking command over me. He rode me for a long time, my pussy clenching and throbbing as he made me come over and over.
Then he flipped me on my back and threw my legs over his shoulders and plunged into me. He held my wrists, arms over head, with one hand, the other supporting his weight to one side. Such intense concentration on his face as he bore into me, need riding him as hard as he rode me.
His movements came quicker and harder. My nipples ached, the latex rubbing them like an extra lover’s hand. Lust welled up within me from where we were joined right through my heart. Another orgasm, bigger than any I could recall, waited on the brink, waiting…
I couldn’t think for what, then it hit me as he bent me even more to get a deeper position. “Master…please. I ache with need… Help me to come again.”
Pride and lust flashed in his eyes. He sped up his pace. “Come for me, my pet,” he said hoarsely. My body went up in flames, my hips arching, my legs pushing against his shoulders, which he met with his own strength, keeping me in place. I came harder, and he thrust one last time in me, shouting out his release.
My legs floated off his shoulders as he eased back before laying next to me on the plush carpet…which I barely noticed. I nearly laughed aloud at myself. I’d been so tuned to him, to wanting him, to my lust, I hadn’t even thought of the carpet I’d been kneeling on.
“You called me ‘Master,’” he said, more than a little smug.
I turned to him and rolled a finger under my collar. “And you fucked me silly.”
He lifted his eyebrow at me. I understood the silent question. Damn, but that was hot how he did that. I thin
k I just have it bad for him. No, I know I do.
Well, though completely submissive in his arms, I was still a sassy brat. “I thought we were stating the obvious,” I replied.
He rolled over so he towered over me again, his weight holding me immobile. “You really like being punished, don’t you, my pet?”
Though just satiated, my pussy quivered at his dominant position.
He smiled. “I will have to punish you a lot, I think. I won’t always be this lenient. You are still learning. You want to be punished?”
“Yes,” I answered, my voice cracking as I began to imagine ways he might find to punish me.
He laughed now, then flipped me so that I sat over him. “We can start by you taking off that dress and sucking me hard again.”
My eyes widened. More? Oh yes, please. I worked the latex dress off and went to work as ordered. After all, he was the boss…
4
The weekend flew by in a whirlwind of sex and companionship. The ocean rejuvenated me, and I went back to work with much more optimism than when I’d left. Which lasted about thirty seconds. Nicholas had made it in long before me with an issue he had to take care of. As soon as I walked in, with barely a minute to spare because of traffic, he called me to his office.
“Fiona, can I have a word with you please?” The tone of his voice, so grating after the loving, caring, and yes, bossy man from the weekend, scared me.
“Of course, sir,” I replied, swallowing back the lump forming in my throat. Last time I’d called him sir, he’d been balls deep in me.
“Shut the door,” he ordered, his voice stern.
I did as told, taking an extra second as it clicked closed to find a calmness I didn’t feel. With head held high, I faced him. All that bravery came to nothing, because he stared out his window.
“You’re late.”
“No, I’m on time.”
I heard his sigh all the way from there. “There’s no time now. You need to go home. You’re suspended, with pay.”
“But—” I couldn’t grasp the words. My head span, and I had to grab the back of an office chair. “You said…” I couldn’t finish the sentence because tears had started their trek down my cheeks to the long, empty expanse of carpet under my feet.
“Security will escort you out.”
I scraped the tears off my face. I heard something in his tone which sounded like grief. Security? This had to be more than sleeping with him. Didn’t it?
Not only because of the armed escort though. I was never this wrong about someone. Was this the first time? “Why? Just tell me that. I deserve to know.”
“I can’t. Not yet. Security has already been called. I—” He took a step toward me, hand held out as if to reconcile with me, but fury ripped through me.
Whatever was happening, he wasn’t talking to me, except to tell me to get out, basically, and I refused to beg for an explanation. “I will be gone before they get here,” I interrupted angrily, wishing I had the courage to demand why. But what if my instincts had been off? What if it really was about the relationship? I spun on my heels before the tears which clogged my heart threatened to leak out and ruin my exit.
Security opened the door just as he said, “Wait, Fiona! I—"
So much for my glorious exit before security showed up. Still, I ignored them. I happened to see Kim, and she gave me a smirk of power which made no sense unless she’d talked Nicholas into firing me. I scowled at her. “I know what you said about the boss last week,” I said and watched the smirk leave her face along with most of the blood as she paled.
I turned on my heel, my back to her, and picked up the few things I didn’t want to leave in my desk for an indeterminate amount of time. Head held high, I went to the elevator and waited, never once glancing back, not allowing myself even a small hint of sadness and regret. I refused to check to see if he watched my exit. I had more pride than that.
The doors opened as the elevator pinged, and I stepped inside, security at my back. While hitting the button for the ground floor, I caught Nicholas’ eye. For a split second, I swear he appeared as hurt as I felt. Confused as hell, I nevertheless went home without trying to contact him to ask why. I refused. My pride wouldn’t let me.
I was the top executive he had, damn it, filling it at all levels of the business. I could fill in for an accountant even, as warranted. Our office was a one stop shop for the wealthy. We could invest their money into a diverse portfolio or put their money into land or rentals. There was even a legal department. Secretly, I thought Nicholas worked to become like a certain Irish hero in the popular series, but I never mentioned it.
Because of the nature of our business, he could, without explanation, put me on suspension for two weeks. Per contract, I’d be able to obtain a representative. I didn’t want to do any of that. My heart hurt too much to care at the moment. I’d worry about it later. I instead headed to Seattle, deciding to hit the Pacific Science Center.
I enjoyed myself, though tears kept trying to push their way out, and more than once, I had to control my breathing as my heart tried to break the rest of me as badly as it was broken. Every hour or so, he’d ring me, but I ignored him, not wanting him to know how much it hurt. I curled up into myself. Maybe tomorrow, I’d demand an explanation. Right now, I needed the time away from him and the hurt. I left the center early enough to beat the worst of the rush hour traffic.
Angrily, I threw my purse on the table by the door then headed to my room. Angry because part of me still trusted him, still wanted him. I just could not believe that he’d do this, that he didn’t feel for me what I felt for him. But that was hope talking. My heart rejected the idea that he would dismiss me so easily. My mind knew better. Dejectedly, I footed my heels off, and flopped back on my bed. Maybe I should have answered his calls. Maybe yelling at him would have eased this horrid feeling.
I stared at the ceiling, empty. Not even tears filled me anymore. Numb, nothing. I finally sat up and slumped my way to the bathroom and stripped down. I threw on an oversized tee and headed to the fridge. Double chocolate fudge in hand, I went back to my room and put on Bones. Maybe watching a little murder and mayhem would help.
My luck, it was an episode which brought me to tears even when I was perfectly happy. Tonight, it released all the pent-up emotions of the day, and like a dam bursting, I suddenly felt it all. Betrayal, love, loneliness, wishful, confusion, hurt, and a coldness of my being that I knew would take a long time to heal. One weekend, and he’d stolen that last bit of my heart I’d managed to hold back this past year while working for him.
And now, he’d thrown it away with no explanation. Guilt hit me as I thought of all the calls I ignored. No, I deserved an explanation in person. He could have done it this morning, not put me through a day like this.
Not even the ice cream helped. I’m afraid I ugly cried my way through a full episode. I gave up and turned off the TV and put the double chocolate fudge back in the freezer. Of course, that’s when the doorbell rang. I had a Kleenex in one hand and was wiping tears off my face with the other. I contemplated pretending I wasn’t home. I could think of only one person who was likely to be there right now.
“Fiona, please. Talk to me. I can explain.”
Thank all the gods he said that. My anger came to the front to help me build the barrier around my hurt as was my habit. I flung the door open. “Explain?” I said, fury and my recent crying jag lending my voice a deepness not normally present. “Explain how I have to leave with no explanation? Explain how, after a weekend of sex, where I put my trust in you as a Dom, you all but fire me? Or how about how you threatened to have security escort me out? Oh, wait, they did escort me out. What the hell? What ever did I do to you to deserve that?” Whereas I’d started like a fire breathing dragon, by the time I finished, I was a bawling mess. “I loved you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have to hurt like this.”
“Loved? So, not anymore? Not even enough to listen to me,” he asked quietly.
Again, I thought I heard grief in his voice, and that’s why, against my better judgment, I allowed him in. “Make it quick and make it good.”
“Someone broke into the system and stole money. Large amounts from the trust account. They used your computer to do it.”
All the blood that had rushed to my face during my episode now left my face. “What?” I whispered. Everything suddenly made sense. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t know. There was a real estate division of his business on the upper floor. The trust accounts going empty could cost him to lose everything. “I didn’t do it,” I said, allowing myself to meet his gaze for the first time.
“I know. That’s why I want to explain. I knew this morning.”
“Then…why did you let me believe…all day?” I swallowed back the tears. “I don’t understand.”
He took a step toward me, but I wasn’t ready to let it go yet and took my own step back. I saw pain slash his face, but I couldn’t help it. I’d spent all day hurting more than I knew a person could hurt. I needed more than a half ass he knew I didn’t steal from him.
“I couldn’t explain this morning. Between security and everyone on me, I had to let them see you upset. Whomever did it, went to a lot of trouble to make sure it appeared as if you’d done it. They don’t know I have everything time stamped. It’s backup in case of lawsuit, but if you’re logged in, the system knows. And it knows if you’ve been logged in for a long time with no usage. Everything is tracked and your login shutdown and automatically signed out.”
My interest was piqued. He had obviously gone to great lengths to know what was going on in his company. Who’d gone to greater lengths to set me up? Kim’s look flashed across my mind. I wouldn’t throw her under the bus, though, not without proof. Even if she deserved it.
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