Into the Light (Untwisted series Book 3)

by Raine, Alice

  My eyebrows rose as I noticed this action with interest; linked hands was the pose that signalled my submission. Was that why he was doing it? Was he submitting to me? Giving himself over to the game? Strangely the idea excited me more than I had expected it to.

  ‘I don't tolerate lateness, Mr Jackson.’ I snapped, throwing his own words of a few weeks ago back at him before teasing him by slowly uncrossing and re-crossing my legs just like the scene in Fatal Attraction. This simple action caused Nathan to noticeably redden and his eyes to widen even further. Gosh, this really was rather good fun!

  ‘I'm sorry, Ms Marsden.’ Nathan murmured contritely. It suddenly struck me that his eyes were firmly fixed on mine now, how odd, it seemed that this little role play had made him forget all about his dislike for eye contact. Perhaps it was because he was playing a role and not being himself? Whatever the cause, I liked it. Nathan's eyes were piercingly blue and a glance from him always made my insides tremble in a delicious way. Right now my insides were like a big bowl of squirmy, aroused deliciousness.

  ‘Apart from my timekeeping, can I ask why I'm here, Ms Marsden?’ Nathan asked, astonishing me completely. Bugger, I hadn't thought this far ahead. When I'd planned this little surprise for Nathan I'd only considered his reaction to me pretending to be his boss … after that I'd just kind of assumed that we'd have sex. Preferably on his desk, and hopefully after he’d done something dramatic like sweep the contents off with his forearm and thrown me across it in a fit of passion.

  Noticing that he was still staring at me awaiting my reply I winced. Oh God, I was going to have to think on my feet and make something up quickly, ‘I wanted to discuss your inadequacies,’ I said, saying the first thing that sprung to my mind. Well, that was the type of thing a boss would call you into their office to discuss wasn't it?

  ‘My inadequacies?’ Nathan's voice dipped and his eyes narrowed significantly as I watched a muscle flick to life in his jaw line. Uh-oh, this was control freak Nathaniel Jackson I was dealing with – perhaps pretending that he had inadequacies hadn’t been the best option. His face was hardening by the second and his body tensing as the control of the situation quickly shifted over to him. I wasn't willing to give in so easily though, and quickly did my best to dig myself out of the hole that I was on the verge of falling into.

  ‘Yes, Mr Jackson, it's come to my notice that your stamp-licking skills are atrocious.’ I tried to sound haughty and keep a straight face as I spoke, but stamp licking? Where the hell had I conjured that up from? Oh well, I'd said it now, please let something light-hearted and ridiculous like ‘stamp licking’ soothe his impending bad mood.

  Thankfully I saw the tension leave his body as Nathan's shoulders relaxed and he nearly, very nearly, smiled. ‘My stamp-licking skills … I see.’ Nathan took a step towards me, his blue eyes still intently focused on mine, but stopped just a few feet in front of me.

  ‘Have I done anything else wrong, Ms Marsden?’ Nathan asked, his tone lower and sending a delicious shiver down my spine that was making role playing more and more difficult by the second. In fact it was currently difficult enough just leaning on the desk without sliding off into a molten pool of arousal at his feet.

  ‘Umm …’ I was getting quite hot under the collar now, my very small, shrunken collar. His looks alone were enough to get me frantically turned on, but as if sensing my struggle for what to say next Nathan stepped in to assist me in prolonging our role play.

  ‘I should probably admit that I broke your stapler last week.’ A small smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth now, clearly Nathan was loving every minute of this little fantasy. ‘Oh yes, and I killed the pot plant in the staffroom.’ he admitted with a solemn nod of his head. ‘Your favourite one.’

  Sucking in a cleansing breath I found my voice again. ‘Well Mr Jackson, these indiscretions simply can't go unnoticed, you will have to be dealt with.’ I stated clearly, suddenly becoming incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of actually punishing him. I quite liked it when he had spanked me in the past, but spanking him? I didn’t think I could do it, it just wouldn’t feel right.

  ‘I understand, Ms Marsden, once again I apologise, is there perhaps something I can do to make it up to you?’ he added salaciously, his eyes dancing. Ah, maybe Nathan had picked up on my hesitancy with the whole punishment thing and was happy to take on a different type of punishment for me.

  ‘Oh Mr Jackson, I can think of several things.’ I replied as I pushed myself further back on the desk so I was actually sat on it with my legs dangling over the side.

  Smiling darkly Nathan stepped forwards and leant in to kiss me, but feeling ridiculously brave and slightly power-crazy I placed a firm hand on his chest to stop him. ‘I don't think so, Mr Jackson. You made me wait so I think you owe me a little pleasure to make up for your lateness.’ Oh my God, did I really just say that?

  The look of absolute shock on Nathan’s face told me I did. Yes! I was getting to pay him back for the torturous night several weeks ago when he'd made me wait and wait for my orgasm because I’d been late arriving at his apartment. Jeez, the rush of adrenaline from the power of this situation was actually making me dizzy, not to mention unbelievably horny.

  The look of utter astonishment on Nathan's face had held and almost caused a bubble of insane laughter to escape from my throat, but thankfully I swallowed it down and raised a stern eyebrow at him just like my witch of a head teacher used to do in high school.

  After blinking in shock at my apparent transformation into some power-crazy dominatrix, Nathan straightened his back and linked his hands again, ‘Of course, Ms Marsden, what would you suggest I do?’

  ‘Hmmm, why don't we start by practising your stamp-licking skills?’ I suggested helpfully, improvising wildly as I did so. A confused look settled on Nathan's features so I shrugged casually, ‘Unfortunately, I don’t have stamps handy … I wonder what else you could lick?’ I felt quite ridiculous being as blatantly sexual as this, but luckily I was with Nathan who happened to be one of the world’s kinkiest men and who clearly didn’t mind my little tease at all.

  A pleased humming sound resonated from the back of his throat and seemed to travel directly to my groin, making me shiver with delicious anticipation and squirm on the surface of the desk. ‘Why don't you let me worry about that?’ Nathan suggested, placing his hands on my thighs and slowly sliding them up under the hem of my skirt until it was bunched around my waist. Nathan’s eyes lowered to my groin, then he gasped and looked up with a wicked glint in his eye that made me suddenly remember that I'd gone commando to add some extra excitement to the afternoon’s proceedings. Well, he'd ripped my panties off and left me knickerless and horny in the office all afternoon, so I had merely decided to maintain the trend.

  A smile played on my lips and I almost laughed as the thought crossed my mind that I was acting quite a lot like an extra in a cheesy porn film.

  ‘Oh Ms Marsden it appears you forgot your underwear today.’ Nathan observed gruffly, his eyes dancing as he stared up my raised skirt with obvious appreciation. No doubt able to see all my freshly shaved lady bits and the abundant wetness that I could now feel gathered there.

  ‘Did I? How neglectful of me,’ I gasped breathlessly, before reaching forwards and running my hand over the lacy material of my ruined panties still sticking out from Nathan's suit pocket. ‘It seems I must have lost them somewhere along the way,’ I murmured as Nathan's knuckles gently brushed against the dampness of my clit, making me suck in a sharp breath and briefly close my eyes as pleasure washed over me.

  Dropping to his knees in front of me Nathan hooked his hands under my knees and suddenly pulled me forwards so my thighs were on either side of his head. ‘So … do you suggest I lick the stamps like this?’ he enquired grittily, running his tongue slowly around my clitoris and making me arch my back and let out a moan like a wanton hussy. ‘Or perhaps like this?’ he asked tracing the entire length of my moist slit with a good, long, hard l
ick. Crikey, after spending the afternoon preparing for this little scene I’d been so on edge with arousal that I very nearly came at the second swipe of his tongue.

  ‘Oh God, Nathan, both … please …’ I rasped, clutching at the edge of the desk for support. Between my legs I felt Nathan's warm breath as he chuckled against me, but I was too absorbed in what he was doing to try and maintain the role play any more or chastise him for laughing at me. Gone were thoughts of office manager Ms Marsden, all that had now been firmly replaced with focusing on Nathan and his superb sexing skills.

  As predicted, after the anticipation that had been building in me all afternoon at the prospect of surprising Nathan with my role play I barely lasted any time at all before my body gave in and prepared to climax violently. Sensing my imminent release Nathan laved his tongue more firmly against my clit before thrusting two fingers deep inside of me. Stars exploded before my eyes as my insides clenched in orgasm causing my legs to clamp around Nathan's head shamelessly as he continued to suck and lick at my sensitive flesh and ease me down from my climax before I collapsed back on the desk moaning wantonly.

  ‘Well, Ms Marsden, it appears you can be quite the authoritarian when you want,’ Nathan commented mildly as he removed his fingers and wiped them clean on my skirt. Leaning over me he placed a hand on either side of my head, a sexy smile lingering on his lips as he dropped down to place a lingering kiss on my lips.

  I kissed him back lazily, my tongue meeting his as they twirled together leisurely, the taste of my arousal obvious on his lips, but I didn’t care. ‘Huuummm,’ was all I could manage in reply. At this point I was almost beyond speech anyway. ‘I've obviously learned well from you. Now I think you should take me to bed so we can do something about your pleasure Mr Jackson.’ I murmured with a lazy grin, reaching down to cup his sizeable erection. He felt so hot and hard against my hand as he pulsed and twitched in my palm that it was a wonder he hadn’t burst through the zipper of his trousers. He had definitely enjoyed himself then.

  ‘Oh Ms Marsden I was hoping you might say that.’ he said scooping me up in his arms as he turned to head for the bedroom, ‘I think I'll take back control now, but your outfit is staying.’ he added, running one hand appreciatively across the top of my suspenders with a low growl.

  Chapter Four - Nathan

  Thoughts of Stella now occupied my mind far more than I’d have liked. It was a daily occurrence, hourly if I was being really honest with myself, and the really disturbing thing was that it wasn’t just the sex I was thinking about any more. It was her. Her sweet mannerisms, the way she so desperately tried to avoid eye contact with me when I could see how much she wanted to look at me, even the way her cheeks flushed with embarrassment about a hundred times a day.

  Snorting out a frustrated breath I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, well aware that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get to grips with my tumultuous emotions where that woman was concerned. Why I was allowing myself to become pussy-whipped was beyond me, but ever since the night Nicholas had turned up out of the blue I’d seemingly developed a mixed-up version of guilt and affection for the first time in my life, and now I couldn’t get them out of my system.

  After her little ‘switch’ scene I had spent the remainder of the week pondering why Stella had really been in my office on Wednesday evening. It had been a surprise to me at first, which had then turned out to be a very pleasant and rather naughty roleplay surprise, followed by several hours of very enjoyable sex, but now my mind kept flicking back to my conversation with Gregory about an insider leak. Chewing on the inside of my lip I leant forwards and braced my elbows on my knees, steepling my fingers in front of my face as I considered it – surely Stella wasn't leaking information on me, was she? Frowning I rubbed a palm across my forehead, trying to soothe out the tension gathering there. Had I caught her snooping and she'd simply made up the roleplay idea to cover her tracks? I highly doubted it, her smoking hot ‘naughty secretary’ outfit that night certainly suggested she’d planned the switch all along, but with my business in trouble I needed to find out for certain. The problem was I wasn't sure how to go about it.

  Just as I heard Stella's key in the door as she arrived for our weekend together I finished devising a plan which should work rather nicely. Nodding my head in satisfaction I sat back in my armchair and watched with pleasure as she performed her usual Friday night routine of walking in, hanging up her jacket, and placing down her briefcase before standing in her ready position. Her posture was perfect; upright spine, shoulders tucked back confidently, but face averted and submissive just how I liked it. Mmm … it was a very pleasant sight indeed. Perhaps instead of wasting my time on ridiculous daydreams about her smiles I should commit this image to mind for future fantasies.

  ‘Good evening, Stella.’ I murmured from my seat by the fireplace.

  ‘Good evening, Sir,’ she replied softly, as I watched the first of no doubt many blushes alight upon her cheeks.

  ‘I think I'm going to have a night off tonight,’ I added casually as Stella stood waiting for me to approach her.

  My twisted mind found this all rather amusing, I could practically see the cogs in her brain spinning, and at this current moment her facial expression was so easy to read as she frowned deeply, clearly thinking ‘Night off? As in no sex?’ I nearly laughed out loud, I wasn't really planning a night off – of course I wasn't, that would be absurd, but I could understand her confusion, usually on a Friday night when she arrived I had pounced on her within minutes after enduring a week of no sex.

  ‘Oh,’ Stella murmured, I heard disappointment in her tone and felt rather smug at just how much she apparently needed me, or perhaps just wanted me, ‘OK, Sir.’ Stella began to turn towards her bedroom when I finally let a dark laugh escape from my throat.

  ‘Where do you think you're going?’ I demanded softly in a tone so carnal it seemed to make goose pimples rush to the skin of Stella's arms in great swathes. Turning to face me I could see the confusion in her features and very nearly laughed again. I was a cruel fucker, but she was such fun to tease.

  ‘Well you said you were having a night off so I thought I'd head to my room,’ she murmured. I smiled briefly, it wasn’t like we ever sat and exchanged small talk or shared an evening in front of the television so I could see her logic, but that wasn't quite how I wanted to play this tonight.

  Rubbing my fingers back and forth across the soft leather of my arm chair I tilted my head before continuing, ‘I said I was having a night off, not you. I'd like you to do a little show for me, Stella,’ I informed her from under hooded eyes. I felt my groin begin to tighten at just the thought of what I planned on making her do.

  Stella visibly blanched, all the blood draining from her pretty face as she digested my words and began fidgeting on the spot, flicking her thumb ring and chewing on her lower lip. I knew she hated dancing, and from the look of horror on her face she was obviously expecting me to demand a strip tease or lap dance of some sort. Actually a lap dance wasn’t a bad idea. Christ, Stella would look sexy as fuck swaying and gyrating in front of me. Swallowing hard I adjusted myself again and decided to store that little pleasure for next time.

  ‘Umm … what exactly did you have in mind?’ she asked hesitantly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth again until it visibly reddened. She looked so nervous and sexy all at once that I just wanted to pull that lip from within her teeth and bite it myself.

  ‘Sir,’ I reminded her crisply, keen to get the balance of our relationship back on course after my annoyingly errant thoughts and emotions of the past few days.

  Flushing, she flinched, correcting herself. ‘Sorry … what would you like me to do, Sir?’ I watched as she also remembered to link her hands in front of herself to show her submission. My nostrils flared as I drew in a deep satisfied breath – no matter how many times I saw Stella standing like that it still looked so fucking perfect.

  ‘I want to watch you make yourself come.’ I h
eard her gasp in surprise at my brisk instruction, and couldn't help but smile, oh yes, I would enjoy this very much. ‘Take off your clothes.’ I caught sight of Stella’s uncertain expression as I stood up and shifted the armchair so it was now in front of the sofa. Turning back to her I propped myself on the arm of the chair and was just about to chastise her for not starting her task when she caught my eye, gave a shy smile, and then lifted her hands to the collar of her blouse.

  My eyebrows rose – the little minx, she had been waiting for my full attention before starting, well I never. Perhaps she was keener on performing a strip tease than I had first thought; she might look like the perfectly shy submissive, but I had to say I found Stella’s inner confidence incredibly attractive. Folding my arms I got comfortable as a dark smile spread on my lips at this sudden turn of events.

  Running her finger tips along the collar of her blouse she brushed them against her neck several times and let out a small moan of pleasure which instantly had my cock twitching.

  Bringing her fingers slowly back around to the front of her neck Stella’s eyes fluttered shut as she traced gentle circles on the exposed skin of her collar bones with a soft sigh. Christ, the sexy little noises she was making were so incredible that I was ready to explode already and she hadn’t even removed any clothing!

  Gradually Stella’s fingers began to trail teasingly up and down the strip of pearl buttons on her blouse until finally she paused at the top one and flicked it open. Much to my appreciation, she performed the same ritual for each button; her right hand would flutter down the join in her blouse until it teasingly brushed the waistline of her skirt, then it would make the return journey back up and pop another button out.

  By the time Stella had the top three buttons undone I was squirming on the arm of the chair with a full blown hard-on tenting my trousers, and no doubt a flush of desire reddening my cheeks. This woman, my woman, was so fucking hot it nearly undid me.