“You might not like me right now, but you don’t hate me.” He pressed his lips to my cheek, and said. “I was wrong to lie, but I’m not lying when I say I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone. You’ve lit a fire inside of me and the only way I can quench it is to have you.”
“I don’t want you.” I struggled to get away, but his grip was too powerful. “Let me go.”
“If you want me to leave, I will, but once I walk out that door, you’ll never see me again. Is that what you want, Mouse?”
His hard cock pressed against my stomach and I groaned in frustration.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured against my cheek. “I’m going to do something I haven’t done in a long time. Something I’ve thought about doing since the second you walked into my room.”
He lowered his head and slanted his lips over mine. His kiss was deep and hard and consumed my soul. I was lost to him. I knew Wyatt Palmer was my master. Taking the kiss deeper, he slid his tongue between my lips.
He released his grip on my wrists and continued to slowly kiss me until my head spun. My skin heated, and I wanted everything he was willing to give me.
By the time he broke away, I was a trembling mass of need.
“Mine,” he said, and cupped my cheeks.
He sucked on my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth, and when he released me, that wicked smile of his tightened my stomach.
Breathless, I pressed my back against the wall and waited for whatever came next.
He stepped away and tore off his coat and shirt and kicked off his shoes, and when he wore nothing more than jeans, he pulled the belt from the loops.
“When you’re with me, what’s the first thing you’re supposed to do, Mouse?”
Desire and defiance warred within me, but I wanted him so much it physically hurt. Desire won.
“I get undressed.”
“I get undressed what?”
“Master.”
“That’s better.”
With shaking fingers, I removed my clothes and threw them on the floor, and when I was fully naked, I planted my hands on my hips as if daring him to order me to pick my clothes up.
He lifted an eyebrow but said nothing.
Never had I felt as vulnerable or as strong as I did right now. I was the one in control. I held the power. And that realization turned me on more than anything.
“Your bedroom, sub. Tonight, I’m going to show you what having a Master really means.”
Chapter 15 – Paige Matthews
I led the way through my untidy apartment to my messy bedroom and waited for Wyatt to comment on my lack of domestic skills.
“The next time I’m here, Mouse, this place had better be spotless.” He lifted the comforter off my unmade bed and threw it onto the floor. “If I didn’t already have plans for you, I’d make you clean up.”
“If I wanted a job as a cleaner, I would get one, Master.”
“One.” He reached around my body and pinched my still sensitive ass. “I was easy on you last night. Tonight, I won’t be.”
His warning sent a shiver of excitement through me.
“But I’ll let you off with a caution this one and only time.” He smacked his hand off one ass cheek and then the other, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to hurt.
I bowed my head, and said, “Thank you, Master.”
He dropped his belt on the sheet-covered mattress. My pulse raced, and I focused on trying to regulate my breathing.
“What do you plan to do with me, Master?”
“Patience.” He slowly swept his warm gaze over my body, his scrutiny heating my skin. “I’m glad I finally get to see all of you in full light. You’re a stunning and sexy woman, Paige.”
His words were sincere and warm and made me believe he honestly considered me both stunning and sexy.
“I’m a lucky man.” He stroked the tips of his fingertips up and down the center of my body between my breasts. “I’ll never tire of touching you.”
My nipples tightened and jutted out, aching with need.
As if reading my mind, he brushed the backs of his knuckles over my straining nipples. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him to bite, suck, and lick.
He removed his hand from my body, and I gave an irritated groan. “Soon. Lay on your back in the center of the bed.”
When I was in the position he’d requested, he took my hands one at a time and placed them above my head. He straddled my waist and picked up his belt. My muscles tensed and I sucked in a shaky breath.
“You know I’ll never hurt you, Mouse.”
I nodded, and whispered, “I know, Master.”
Reaching up, he wrapped the leather belt around each wrist before securing the ends to the headboard. I tested the give. There was none. I was at his mercy. I tugged at my restraints and realization seeped into me. He could do anything he wanted, he could—
“Mouse,” he barked, yanking me from my panic. “Trust. Me.”
The quiet assurance in his voice helped ease my fear. Once he seemed satisfied I wouldn’t hyperventilate, he knelt on the mattress beside me.
He reached between my thighs and stroked his fingers along my soaked folds, making my clit swell to bursting point. “This is mine.”
He stepped off the bed and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I would finally see him in all his naked glory. His tanned skin showed gym-honed muscles, and a happy trail I was sure led to the happiest of places. My eyes dropped to his crotch, and I waited for him to shuck off his jeans.
Dayum!
His erect cock was thicker and longer than I remembered. That had been in my mouth. Had been down my throat. How?
A teardrop glistened at the tip, and I wished I could curl my fingers around his shaft, take him between my lips and swallow his hot cum.
Eager to touch him, I yanked my restraints, but my struggles didn’t loosen the leather.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked back and forth. “I can’t wait to feel your tight, virgin pussy all around me.”
My inner muscles clenched, more than ready for him to take the one thing I’d never given to any other man. He joined me on the bed and then leaned down to kiss me. His tongue swept along the insides of my mouth, claiming me, owning me.
While he continued to kiss me, his fingers danced over my nipples and breasts, heating my skin to nuclear levels. His fingers moved lower, lower, lower, and I spread my legs in invitation.
“Eager little mouse, aren’t you?”
Instead of plunging his fingers between my legs, he returned them to my breasts, and I arched my back in a feeble attempt to get closer to him. He lifted my right breast and roughly massaged before lowering his lips to my constricted nipple. He gently blew, hardening the bud even more and when he finally sucked it into his mouth, I writhed and groaned at the intense, all-consuming pleasure.
“I need to touch you,” I gasped. “Please, Master.”
“No, Mouse. Lesson number one: learn how to control your body’s demands.”
His denial drove my excitement to a whole new level. He turned his attention to my left breast and repeated the same maddening torture. By now, I was a squirming, moaning mess of want.
“Time to taste your pussy.” He slid down my body and positioned himself between my spread legs.
My heart thundered so fast and hard that my breasts quivered with every beat. He pressed his fingers against my knees and pushed my legs even further apart, exposing my pussy to his hungry eyes.
“Every part of you is as beautiful as the next.”
With unbearably slow movements, he stroked my outer folds, spreading my arousal from top to bottom.
He tilted his head, and said, “What first? My finger, my tongue, or my cock?”
The options he’d suggested flitted through my mind. I wanted all of them. All of him. My pussy clenched in response and moisture trickled between my legs.
“My mouth first, I think,” he said.
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He wrapped his strong arms around my upper thighs and placed a series of chaste kisses down my stomach and mound. When the tip of his tongue tapped against my clit, I almost lost it.
“Wyatt, please,” I begged.
He removed his tongue, and his annoyed eyes met mine. “How do you address me?”
“Master,” I all but sobbed. “Please, Master.”
He dipped his head between my thighs again and swirled his tongue around my throbbing clit in tight, teasing circles. Needing more, I cried out begging him to give me the release he’d refused last night. As much as I was able to, I thrust myself against him seeking relief.
“Are you ready?” he murmured against my slick flesh.
“God, yes.” I didn’t know what I was agreeing to, but whatever it was, I was ready.
He slid a finger inside my pussy, and I cried out at the sweet intrusion. There was a slight sting, but that soon vanished. Nothing and no one had ever breached my walls before. If his finger felt this huge, what would his cock feel like?
Over and over, he slid his finger in and out sending me to the brink but not allowing me to fall. My legs shook at the intensity of his torture, and when I didn’t think I could take much more, he introduced a second finger and clamped his mouth over my clit.
“Please, Master. Please, please, please.”
He used his tongue and his teeth to stroke and arouse me, increasing the pressure with each pass.
He plunged his fingers into my depths and sucked my clit hard. That was all I needed.
For a nano-second, time ceased to exist and the world around me dissolved. A powerful climax took hold. A tornado of heat whirled within me, and I came hard, convulsing on his pumping fingers and probing tongue, screaming out as pleasure like I’d never known assaulted my thrashing body.
The world slowly came back into focus, and dizzy and disorientated, I sank onto the mattress.
Wyatt lowered my trembling legs and then moved until he lay beside me, his massive cock pressing against my thigh.
“Wow,” I breathed. “I didn’t know an orgasm could feel like that.”
“This is only the beginning,” he said, with a satisfied smile.
My arousal coated his rosy red lips and chin. “Kiss me, Master. Let me taste myself on you.”
If my request surprised him, he didn’t show it. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me like he had all the time in the world. The taste of me on his lips was tangy and sweet, and more erotic than I could ever have imagined.
He broke away, and asked, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Hell, yes, Master.”
“Wait right here,” he said, and left my room.
“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” I mumbled.
When he came back a few minutes later, a condom covered his cock. His tattoos looked strong and menacing on his chest. I loved the juxtaposition of a billionaire business man with a hard, BDSM surface underneath.
Positioning himself between my legs again, he pushed my knees up towards my belly and then pushed them apart.
He glanced down and smiled. “I can see every part of your pretty pink pussy.”
Tiny, foretelling tremors rippled through me and my inner walls repeatedly clenched and released. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and ran it up and down my slit, pausing to tap the head over my still swollen and sensitive clit.
His eyes met mine, he let his guard down, so that it was plain to see how much he desired me. With our eyes locked, he guided the helmet of his cock to my entrance, and slowly, oh so slowly, slid balls deep inside of me, taking my virginity, my heart, and my breath.
His hot, hard, gorgeous cock fully filled me, and I took all of him without complaint. It hurt at first, but I was soon rewarded with warm pleasure as his cock filled me up and stretched my pussy more than I would have thought possible. He leaned down and met my lips, kissing me with a passion so fierce, I thought I would die.
“You’re so fucking tight for me,” he gritted out.
He turned his attention to my nipples and breasts— licking, sucking, biting, nipping. I slanted my hips so every thrust meant he brushed against my clit.
“Naughty, Mouse,” he growled.
Wyatt’s thrusts became punishing, pushing me higher into the stratosphere, and with every thrust, his balls slapped against my ass. Seismic trembles radiated from my core until they became an earthquake. I wailed and cried his name as a second orgasm, this one more powerful than the last, sucked me under.
My broken breaths came out of my body in panting sobs. And when he reached down and grazed his fingers over my clit, I screamed, and my walls violently clenched around his pumping cock.
“Mine,” he growled, before pummeling my pussy and giving me everything he could. He stiffened and roared when he erupted.
When the last of the aftershocks shuddered through me, and when our breathing returned to normal, he withdrew from my body and left the room.
After disposing of the condom, he came back and lay down beside me.
While releasing my restraints, he pressed small kisses all over my jellied arms.
“I didn’t think it would be like that,” I murmured, snuggling into his chest.
Using his fingertips, he drew circles up and down my back. “Think how much better it’s going to get when we understand what the other needs. From now on, there are to be no secrets between us, only truth. When you’re with me, I expect honesty at all times. Never do anything just because you think it’ll please me. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” I thought for a second and then asked, “Do I have to call you Master all the time?”
He chuckled. “Only when we’re doing a scene or when we’re in private and if you’re feeling playful.” He tapped a finger beneath my chin and lifted my face so our eyes met. “Did you like being restrained?”
“I think so. It was thrilling and a little scary.”
“Good, because restraint is one of the plays I get off on.”
“I didn’t like not being able to touch you.” To prove my point, I reached down and curled my hand around his already half-erect cock.
A satisfied smile curved his wolfish lips. “Have at it, Mouse.”
And I sure planned to. But I was so spent, I nestled up on him and fell asleep, telling myself there would be plenty of time to touch him later. Nothing could come between us now.
Right?
Chapter 16 – Wyatt Palmer
Careful not to disturb Paige, I stepped out of bed and stood there for a few seconds, watching her sleep. I was so glad I finally fucked her. She was a fast study and eager to learn and was a revelation between the sheets.
When she’d first walked into my room at the club, I would never have dreamed I’d feel like this. Cupid had taken aim at my heart and scored a fucking bullseye.
None of the other subs I’d been with over the years had made me feel this energized or excited. Or maybe I hadn’t allowed myself to feel this energized or excited.
Looking back, I had always gone for the same type of woman. Someone who didn’t challenge me. Someone I knew I could control and who wouldn’t put up a fight.
While Paige didn’t put up too much of a fight, she resisted me and teased me, and she made me laugh and smile. She also realized that even though I was her Master, she was the one who called the shots. I supposed she was exactly what I had always needed, even though I had never known I’d needed her.
I sighed and scrubbed my hands over my face. I hadn’t been in the office for a few days, and I had to at least show my face before the Christmas break. Tonight was the annual party where my employees brought in their families, and Santa gave out gifts. It was a yearly tradition and something everyone enjoyed.
While not usually being in holiday spirits, because my focus was always on work or Expose club, I had always liked to at least humor them. This year, however, my spirits were a lot more jolly, thanks to a special little elf mouse named Paige.
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I wondered if Paige would like to come with me. Then I shot the idea down. It was too soon, but maybe next year. I smiled. Look at me planning a year in advance. Planning on being with someone without a contract. I was a changed man, and I couldn’t say I minded.
I placed a kiss on her cheek and inhaled her ever-present vanilla perfume. I couldn’t wait to have sex with her in the shower, so I could see how she smelled so good. Good enough to eat. Which was something I planned to do many times from here on out.
***
No sooner had I reached my desk when texts from members of the club started blowing up my phone asking if I’d read the story The Reporter had posted online. After the tenth text, my hand tightened around my phone, and it felt like a noose was tightening around my neck.
No way. She wouldn’t have done that to me. No fucking way.
I pulled up the story, and my vision blurred around the edges.
Fuck. On the homepage was a screen grab of me shirtless and wearing the mask. The grainy photo had been enhanced and lightened, but there was no doubting it was me. The absurd headline read Palmer Me, Master. The byline gave credit to Alec Williams, with additional reporting by Paige Matthews.
I told myself I didn’t care who knew about the lifestyle I led or about what got me off because I had nothing to lose. That wasn’t exactly true, or I wouldn’t be so secretive about it. But still, it was the other members of the club I cared about more. The men and women who had no choice but to keep their desires on the down low for fear of retribution and ostracization. I had enough money to make any potential problem go away, but not everyone did.
Anger rapidly built inside me and I considered ripping my monitor from the table and throwing it across the floor. Paige had called in sick yesterday because she’d been with me, but she must have given Alec the video and the information the day before, and she’d kept me preoccupied by keeping my cock hard.
I slammed my fist against my desk. She’d double-crossed me just like Linda had, and once again I’d fallen for a great pair of tits and a willingness to please. For the first time in years, I’d let my guard down, and look what happened. Cutting off my dick would have hurt less.
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