by Sana Chase
My back arched and I grabbed at the bed covers when I felt his breath blow hot on my exposed lips. The scent of my arousal was thick in the air, and I knew if I could smell it, so could he. He pressed another kiss on my flesh, this time against the slick folds of my outer lips. I drew in a ragged breath when his tongue flicked between them to find my clit.
My fingers curled into fists when he licked across the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh god, Jace!”
He licked harder, sending a bolt of pleasure running rampant through me. When he plunged fingers into the slick depths of my pussy, I came undone. The orgasm hit me unexpectedly, and I thrashed on the bed as Jace attacked my clit with his tongue. He pumped his fingers and out of my clenching pussy as my cries filled the room. The waves kept rolling over me, the orgasm seeming to never end.
When the release finally faded away, Jace climbed back up my body and kissed me possessively.
“Mine,” he breathed.
“Yours,” I agreed. “Take me, Jace. Take what’s yours.”
We both reached down and quickly unfastened his pants and shoved both them and his underwear down, which he kicked off. My entire body felt more alive than I’d ever felt. I couldn’t think of anything but being joined with him, of having him inside me.
He rubbed the fat head of his cock against my cum slick lips, and I rocked my hips, pressing against him, urging him to take me.
“Jace, please!”
But my pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to torment me by rubbing his cock all over my pussy.
With my arms wrapped around him, my nails dug into the flesh of his back when he finally pressed the tip of his cock against my virgin entrance and pushed forward. The quick sting of my innocence being taken lasted only seconds, and then I was lost to the sensation of his thickness filling me like I’d never been filled before.
“Fuck, Katie. Your sweet, little cunt is so fucking tight.”
My heart pounded in my chest as he began to move inside me, and I felt every delicious inch slide out and then plunge back in once more. He tried to go slow, but I couldn’t stand it. I needed him to move, to take me hard and fast. We could do slow later.
“Harder, Jace. Please!”
I urged him on with the rock of my hips and the clench of my pussy around his shaft. He groaned and increased his pace, and soon the room filled with the sounds of our arduous love-making as our bodies slapped against each other in fevered passion.
His fast, pounding strokes sent me soaring higher and higher and a second orgasm slammed into me. This one was even more violent than the first, and I screamed as the pleasure overtook me. My pussy throbbed and squeezed around him.
“God, Katie, I’m coming,” he groaned, and I felt the hot splash of his seed inside me. He jiggled his hips, thrusting his cock deep between my soft walls as he emptied his cum into me. Collapsing on top of me, we held each other as we fought to breathe, our bodies slick with sweat.
He rolled of me, and I snuggled up to him. We lay quiet for a few moments before a question that had been nagging at me for a couple of days came to mind.
“Jace, just how did you know I was in the rec room the other night?”
He laughed.
“I have an app on my phone that’s tied in with the room. If someone goes in, it notifies me. There’s also a camera feed, so I can see who’s in there.”
I propped my head up on my hand.
“So, in other words, if I wanted to umm—play, then I could just walk in the room?”
“Yes. Or you could just come find me and tell me.”
He brushed his fingers across my face.
“I won’t push you into doing anything you don’t want to do, but my needs do tend to fall outside of the ordinary.”
Seeing the frown on my face, he continued.
“Don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of what we just shared. I just often need a little more than that.”
“Does that mean that if I don’t want to continue my experience inside that room that you’ll find someone else who will?”
My heart pounded against my rib cage as I waited for his answer. Had I made a huge mistake giving away something I could get back to him?
“No.”
He shook his head.
“No. That’s not what it means.”
He grinned up at me.
“Besides, I think it’s pretty obvious from your reaction the other night that you are very interested in continuing your experience in that room.”
Well, he had me there. I was more than a little curious…and excited, about what he would do to me inside that room.
“We’ll talk more about that later. For now, I vote we get some sleep.”
As much as I wanted him to stay in my room, I half expected him to gather his clothes and leave for his own quarters. Instead, he surprised me by getting out of bed only to pull back the covers so we could get under them.
“Wait, I have one more bone to pick with you!”
He looked at me with confusion in his face as he climbed into bed beside me.
“What?”
“My car!”
“What about it?”
“How could you send it off without even consulting me?”
He gazed at me as if I’d lost my mind, and he had no clue what he’d done wrong.
“Your car is a piece of junk. I just want to make sure you’re safe when you drive.”
“Oh. Well.”
How could I be mad at him when he put it like that?
“Okay, just do me a favor and check with me next time on decisions about my personal property.”
“Done.”
He lay down and pulled the covers over us and curled up behind me, putting his arms around me. I drifted off to sleep in the warmth of his embrace, and I didn’t even care that I was still wearing my sundress.
15.
The twang of a guitar and the sultry southern voice of Luke Bryan intruded on my sleep, and I groped for my cell phone, which was not only playing my favorite song by the cute country music singer but was also vibrating against the wooden surface of my nightstand. My fingers wrapped around the buzzing phone, and I groggily swiped my finger across the screen to turn off the blaring song. I tossed it onto the bed beside me and rolled over.
Jace was gone.
Disappointment welled up within me. As we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms the night before, I’d imagined waking up in the same position, with his arm around me, and my head tucked against his shoulder while the rest of me snuggled up to his side. Instead, sometime during the night or early morning, he’d managed to disentangle himself from me and sneak out of the room.
I threw my arm up over my head and sighed. I guess it was too much to wish for to wake up in the arms of my sexy billionaire boss—even if he had declared feelings for me. Lying in my bed, I let my mind wander back to the night before and the amazing experience of sex for the first time.
Honestly, after the two different spanking incidents, I expected my first time to happen while I was strapped to a piece of black furniture in his rec room. I felt a clenching between my legs at that thought. So maybe I didn’t want my first time to happen in that room, but I wouldn’t say no to my second time occurring there.
Something about giving up every ounce of control to Jace turned me on hotter than I’d ever been before. I didn’t have to think about what to do. I didn’t have to worry about my advances being rejected. I didn’t have to be afraid that my inexperience would send him running for the hills. I simply had to follow his orders.
Thinking back on the night before, I had a feeling the way it had happened was for my benefit. Jace had already explained that his needs in the sex department were out of the ordinary. Considering the contents of his rec room and my previous punishments, I could just imagine what his needs entailed.
And while I definitely wanted a repeat performance of what I’d experience the night before in my bed with Jace, I also yea
rned for what he had to teach me in the rec room. Could he do a mixture of naughty and sweet?
I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Stepping into the luxurious shower, I let the steaming, hot water wash away the tenseness from my muscles. I stood under the spray for a few moments, letting it beat down on my body before grabbing the shower puff and squirting body wash onto it.
Once I’d gotten clean, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I padded into the bedroom. As I walked from one room to the next, I felt a slight tenderness between my legs. I couldn’t help the smile that turned up my lips. I might’ve been a little sore, but it was a good soreness. And one I was more than willing to submit to on a regular basis.
I dropped the towel on my bedroom floor and headed toward my dresser for underwear. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I passed, I stopped for a moment. My smile drooped at what I saw reflected in the glass. Years of self-doubt crept back into my mind.
Did Jace truly have feelings for me or had I just been a convenient place for him to meet a need? Looking at myself, I couldn’t understand what he might see in me. Every part of my body was bigger than it needed to be. I might’ve had an hourglass figure, but it was a fat hourglass.
Jace had told me I was beautiful. But for the life of me, I didn’t see anything beautiful in my reflection. Well, except maybe my hair. I had bitchin’ hair.
Gritting my teeth, I scurried away from the mirror. I opened the drawer that held my panties. For the briefest moment, I seriously considered going back to the plain, white cotton. What was the point of putting on something sexy?
Despite my misgivings, I bypassed the plain underwear and opted for a lacy, black thong. Jace didn’t want to see plain, white cotton, and on the chance that he’d be looking under my skirt at some point during the day, I decided it best if I wear something more provocative than boring cotton.
I arrived at the breakfast table to discover he’d already eaten and gone. Sophia was clearing his plate as I walked into the room. I wasn’t late, so I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t there. My heart fell into my stomach as I sat down.
First, he wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up. Now, he wasn’t at the breakfast table. Was he avoiding me? Did he regret the night of passion we’d shared?
The cook placed a steaming plate of food in front of me. Normally, I would salivate at the mound of cheesy eggs and strips of bacon, plus two fluffy biscuits and creamy, white gravy. However, I no longer had much of an appetite.
Glumly, I pushed the eggs around my plate. Each bite felt like lead in my stomach. It sat so heavily that I pushed my plate away after only eating about a fourth of the food on it.
“Are you not feeling well?” asked Sophia when she came back into the room and saw my pushed away plate.
“I’m just not very hungry this morning.” I shoved my chair back and stood up.
“Mr. Weatherton left word for you to join him in his office once you’d finished breakfast.”
“Thanks.”
I took slow, small steps as I left the dining room and headed for Jace’s office. Dread filled me and made the food in my stomach seemed even heavier than before. Bile rose in my throat, and I felt as though I would throw up what little I had eaten.
What had I done wrong? Was he going to fire me?
Fear flashed through me. Without this job, I couldn’t finish college. Could I talk him into allowing me to stay even if we never had sex again? I couldn’t entertain any other though than I must’ve been the lousiest lover to ever walk of the face of the earth if he couldn’t even stand to eat breakfast with me the next morning.
16.
The door to his office stood open, so I slipped inside. He sat behind his huge desk, his head bent toward a stack of papers on the surface. He didn’t look up until I stood right in front of him.
“Katie, have a seat.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I perched on the edge of one of the leather cushioned chairs across from his desk. This was it. He was going to kick me out.
He put down the pen he’d held and looked up at me. My heart wrenched as my eyes met his. I didn’t want it to be over. It was too soon.
“Did you sleep well?”
I stared at him while my brain tried to compute what he’d just said. He was going to kick me out. Why did he care how I slept?
“F..Fine,” I stammered.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I had an early conference call.”
Wait. He was apologizing? A little sliver of hope sprang up in my chest.
“That’s okay. I understand.”
He picked up a paper from the pile in front of him and slid it across his desk toward me.
“I would like for you to read that over. The questionnaire done by Ms. Henderson wasn’t exactly as thorough as I needed it to be. It was enough to allow me to choose someone who would fit in here, but not nearly detailed enough to suit our current needs.”
I picked up the document from his desk, my eyes sweeping across the words as I sat back down. Spanking? Anal sex? Whips? Floggers? I couldn’t quite comprehend what I was reading. I looked up at Jace, my eyebrows raised in question.
“Even though we did one session in my private room already, I do not wish to go any further without a contract. I need to know your limits. I would never want to push you into an area you do not wish to go.
“However, I do want to help you discover what your limits are. I want you to rate each option. You have three choices. Put a 1 if you are definitely interested in exploring it. Put a 2 if you are unsure but not dead set against it. Put a 3 if it’s a hard boundary that you refuse to cross.”
He plucked a pen from a caddy on the corner of his desk and handed it over to me.
“Now obviously, I’m not into everything on that list, but I want to meet your needs as well as mine, so if there’s something you are interested in that I am not, I can make arrangements to help you in that area.”
Help me? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what that meant. But at that point, I really didn’t care. If he wanted me to fill out a questionnaire about my wants and needs then he wasn’t kicking me out. He was keeping me. My heart soared.
I worked my way down the list. Some of the options, I had to seriously think about. Did I want to be flogged? My mind wandered back to the delicious feeling of his hand striking my bare bottom, and my pussy clenched. I marked that one a 2, though I had a feeling it would move up to a 1 after my first experience with it.
As I neared the bottom of the list, I began writing quite a few 3s. The last several options included quite a few things which sounded extreme. I wasn’t even certain what some of them were but the names clued me in to the fact that I didn’t even want to know.
Once I’d finished, I handed the paper back to Jace. As he read over it, a smile played across his handsome face. Apparently, he was pleased with some of my choices.
“Oh, this will work very well.”
He glanced up at me, and I caught the unmistakable heat in his eyes. My body reacted immediately, and I felt wetness between my thighs. It was amazing what one look from him could do to me.
“Katie, I want you to understand that your job here is not tantamount to agreeing to this. You don’t have to be submissive to me in my private room or in a sexual way to continue working for me.”
I nodded but wondered if that were the case why he’d started our relationship off that way. He’d spanked me the very first time we met.
His eyes crinkled in merriment. Apparently, he’d correctly read the look of confusion on my face.
“I can’t explain it really. The night you came for the interview, I was surprised. Nothing in the information from Carrington Acquisitions prepared me for what I felt when you walked into the room and looked at me. I sensed something in you. I decided to test you with the punishment to see if I was correct. And I was.”
“So you don’t make a habit of
spanking your employees?”
His laugh rolled out rich and loud.
“Oh heavens no! I can honestly say you’re the first.”
I squirmed a bit in my seat. What had he seen in me to make him bend me over his desk? I shivered at the remembrance of the sensation of his hand smacking against my bare flesh. It didn’t matter what he’d seen. Only that he’d done it.
“I obviously want to keep my job.” I smiled at him and continued. “But I want this too.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d say that. This part of our relationship will be completely private. I will never expect you to behave in any way other than professionally if others are in the room. However, when we are alone it’s another story entirely.”
He picked up another paper and handed it to me.
I read over it, surprised by some of the words. Along with promises to follow my boundaries, it contained a pledge from him that he would always treat me with utmost respect and care. I, in turn, would pledge to honor his orders and always be truthful and upfront about my expectations and my feelings during a session.
“As you can see, what we do is actually entirely up to you. You are putting your well-being in my hands. If at any point, you become uncomfortable with something, you only need to say so. It’ll work best by the use of safe words.
“If you say yellow, I will know that we are approaching the end of your limits. It doesn’t mean I will stop. Just that I will tread with care. However, if you say red, I will stop immediately. No matter what.”
“I understand.”
I chewed on my bottom lip. I did want to proceed with this. I wanted to explore the excitement I felt at being tied up, at being used by someone who had complete control over me. On the other hand, I also wanted to repeat the actions of the night before. The sweet time together when he was just Jace.
“What is it?”
I peered up at him.
“I do want this. I just…” How did I put it into words? I couldn’t tell him my true feelings. That in the space of what little time we’d shared together, I’d fallen head over heels in love with him. It wasn’t just about the sex for me or the need to give up control.