On the other hand, I wanted to please him and not only because that was what he expected. I genuinely liked the man. I lusted after him, having watched him for years.
It was still hard to believe he was interested in me, but here he was, his tongue teasing my clitoris as sparks practically flew from my fingertips. I needed to focus, to keep my mind locked up tight, to maintain control over my own body.
Only he wasn’t allowing me.
He dipped two fingers inside me, then retreated before pushing in again.
“Fuck my fingers,” he commanded. “Show me what you need.”
I rocked my hips, taking his fingers deeper, but it wasn’t enough. My movements became more erratic as I searched for the pinnacle, desperate to get there but not to go over the edge.
“Good girl,” he crooned, his hand shifting, his fingers fucking me as pleasure consumed every molecule of my being. My nipples pebbled. My skin felt two sizes too small. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, yet it was, and I wasn’t sure how to rein it in.
When he increased the pace of his fingers and his tongue, I whimpered, trying to keep the sound contained.
He stopped. “I like to hear you, Clarissa. In fact, I want Zeke to hear you from the other room.”
My voice trembled when I replied with, “Yes, Master.”
When his mouth returned, his tongue delving inside me while his finger stroked my back entrance, my hips bucked again. I was inching closer and closer to release, although I wasn’t allowed to come. I had to hold back. Once again, I tried to shift to that place in my mind.
“Do you like having your asshole played with?”
“Yes, Master,” I said on a rough exhale.
“Do you enjoy anal sex?”
“Yes, Master.” With the right man, it was intensely pleasurable for me. Something about the taboo aspect of it that really revved me up.
Trent chuckled, then a sharp sting landed on my pussy, making me cry out. It was more sensual than painful.
“Don’t move.”
Swallowing hard, I tried to remain still. It would’ve been easier if I was restrained. Instead, I had to rely on my own control, which I found was seriously lacking when it came to this man.
Minutes felt like hours as he continued to drive me absolutely insane with his tongue and fingers. I whimpered, sweat dotting my skin as my orgasm nearly crested only to recede when he deliberately pulled back. Over and over, the man brought me to the brink, but didn’t let me come. I knew he did it on purpose because I wouldn’t have been able to hold back otherwise.
He was testing me, and I was bound and determined not to fail.
“You want to come for me, pet?”
“Yes, Master. So badly.”
“Ask me nicely, Clarissa,” he whispered, fucking me with two fingers while his breath fanned my pussy.
“Please, Master. Please let me come.”
“Not yet.”
I fought the urge to cry, my body taking over, sensations warring inside me. His tongue on my clit was exquisite torture and I tried to fight it, but it was too much.
After several more minutes, I felt myself edging right back to that point of no return. “Master…” I whimpered. “Please.”
“Very well. You may come, pet. And when you do, I expect to hear you scream.”
Trent fucked me roughly with his fingers, his lips descending on that tiny, eager bundle of nerves. When he sucked my clit into his mouth and used his tongue to flick the swollen nub, I was a goner. The more powerfully his fingers fucked me, the closer I came to climax, my body humming, my skin tingling. When he pushed me over the edge, I screamed as my body was singed with glorious electricity starting in my core and shooting outward in all directions.
“Fuck, pet,” he growled.
The next thing I knew, Trent was on his feet, his hands furiously working to unbutton his jeans. I stared back at him, noticing the strain on his face, the way his lips were pursed, his eyes narrowed. He looked like a man who was barely hanging on.
And then he wasn’t.
Trent pulled something out of his pocket—a condom—then quickly rolled it on before reaching for my hand and pulling me up from my resting spot on the table. He fell onto the couch, then pulled me down with him. I giggled from the surprise as I hurried to get my legs in position. When I was once again straddling him, he stared up at me and I saw the heat that lurked there.
“Fuck me, Clarissa,” he demanded, his voice deeper, rougher than I’d ever heard it. “Damn, but I need to feel you.”
My chest expanded, warmth infusing me. Seeing him like this was shocking, but not at all unpleasant. It was obvious he was as desperate for me as I was for him.
“Put my cock inside you,” he growled.
As I shifted into position, his patience evidently ran out. Trent gripped his cock with one fist, his other hand curling around my hip as he pulled me down on him.
I groaned as he filled me. I was so wet his cock slid inside easily. He was so big, so hard. I forced my body to relax against the intrusion, relishing the strength in his hands and the demand in his gaze.
“Oh, God,” I said on a strangled moan as his thick cock inched deeper, brushing dormant nerve endings.
He growled again, his hands now gripping both of my hips, his fingertips pressing into my flesh as he held me in place.
Trent’s eyes met mine. “You feel so damn good.”
That was an understatement. I’d never felt anything like this. Never been completely consumed by one man. Trent overwhelmed all my senses until I was little more than a puddle of hormones.
Trent finally guided me, lifting my hips, then lowering me, never retreating too much. There was an urgency to his movements, as though he couldn’t get enough.
“Kiss me, pet. Fuck me like you need this as much as I do.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, I gave in to his command until we were both panting and moaning, our bodies slapping together as years of lust and desire culminated into a conflagration of desperation and need.
Long minutes passed, but Trent never let up. He drove his hips upward to meet every downward shift of my body. The muscles in his neck were tense beneath my fingers. I could tell he was fighting to hold on.
I whimpered as that warning tingle of my orgasm ignited in my womb. I was going to come whether or not I had permission. I was too far gone to ask for it. Surrendering completely to my own pleasure, I pulled my mouth from his and cried out as I came.
“Fuck, yes,” he roared, jerking me down on him one last time as his cock pulsed inside me.
Trent didn’t immediately retreat. He pulled my head back to his, his lips pressing gentle kisses over my mouth, my cheeks, until our breathing became more regulated.
When I was no longer trembling, Trent picked me up, as easily as if I weighed nothing, then carried me to my bedroom. He deposited me on the bed, then slipped into the bathroom. When he returned—without the condom—I watched his face as he undressed, then slipped beneath the blankets with me. His cock was still hard as it pressed against my bottom, which surprised me. If he’d come, he wouldn’t be hard, would he?
“Master?”
“Yes, pet?”
“Did you…?” I swallowed hard.
“I did,” he said, his tone reassuring. “That’s just me wanting you again. It’s something we’ll both have to get used to. Now, I want you to sleep.”
With that, Trent tucked me in close, his lips pressing against the crown of my head. Within seconds, my exhaustion gave way to sleep.
And possibly, for the first time in my entire life, I felt … whole.
Trent
I WOKE AS THE SUN was just starting to peek through the blinds, the warmth of the sweet submissive against me. I wasn’t eager to get out of bed, but I had a lot to do, so I forced my brain to wake while ignoring the throbbing of my cock. I wanted nothing more than to sink inside Clarissa again, to let her soft heat bathe my dick, but I knew that would have to wait.
If I gave in, I feared I would take more than she was willing to give. I wanted too much from this woman and I knew she wasn’t ready for that yet.
As it was, I knew we had a lot to work through. Although the sex was earth-shattering, it wasn’t the foundation for a relationship. And above all else, I wanted more from Clarissa than merely playtime.
For instance, last night, I had felt the way she was holding back, the way she began mentally retreating in an effort to follow my instruction. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I had felt it. The woman said she was a submissive, but I got the sense she was topping from the bottom. Perhaps without knowing.
It was obvious she was eager to please her Dom, but I needed her to know that losing her sense of self wasn’t appealing. The instant I’d asked her to undress, the woman I’d spent the entire day with disappeared. The sassy submissive had given way to someone else, a shell of the original woman.
Not that I wouldn’t take her any way I could have her, but I knew Clarissa was a strong woman. She was definitely submissive, but I wanted the real woman. I not only wanted her submission, I wanted her complete surrender. But until she understood she wasn’t the one in control, I didn’t think that was even possible.
Kissing the back of her head, I slipped out from beneath the blankets. I grabbed my clothes and went to her bathroom. I relieved myself, washed my hands and face, then dressed quickly.
As quietly as I could, I headed toward the living room. I found Zeke sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in front of him.
“Mornin’,” he greeted roughly. “Sleep well?”
I cocked an eyebrow because I heard something in his tone. He didn’t give a shit how I slept, but something was bothering him. “Spit it out, Lautner.”
His mouth curled in an almost smile as he leaned back in his chair. “Thought you could play matchmaker, did you?”
I grinned, not bothering to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. “From what I gathered, you didn’t mind the eye candy.”
Zeke flipped me off. “It won’t work.”
“You never know unless you try,” I said as I grabbed my wallet and my phone. “Give it a chance.”
“They can’t handle me, Ramsey.” His tone had lost all amusement.
“Like I said, you never know unless you try.”
His eyes narrowed again.
I turned to grab the glasses and ball cap. “They’ll be at Dichotomy tomorrow night. Maybe give ’em a test run. They might just surprise you.” I donned the glasses and the cap, then peered at him over my shoulder. “Keep her safe for me, Zeke.”
“Of course, boss man.”
I slipped outside, pulling the door shut. I kept my head down, hoping to shield myself from the paparazzi who were possibly lurking nearby. I had no illusions that I could do as I pleased.
However, I wasn’t willing to subject my friends to that sort of invasion of privacy. Least of all the woman I fully intended to claim as my own. As I pulled my truck out of her driveway, I grabbed my phone and dialed Troy.
“Good morning, Master,” he greeted, sounding wide-awake.
I fucking loved the way that sounded coming from him.
“Morning, boy. Did Landon by chance send the contract over last night?”
“Not that I can see, no. Would you like me to call him? See if he has it ready?”
“Not necessary. I’m on my way home.”
“I’ll have coffee ready for when you arrive.”
With that, I disconnected the call, wondering if Troy would be doing the other thing I had instructed him to do when I arrived.
*
Twenty minutes later, I arrived at my house, anticipation filling my veins. I found I was just as excited about my interactions with Troy as I was with Clarissa. It didn’t quite make sense considering I’d never had these feelings for another male, but there it was.
After parking the truck in the garage, I made my way into the house. I could smell freshly brewed coffee but Troy was nowhere in sight. Pleasure swarmed me as I headed for my office. I desperately needed Troy to be where I’d asked him to be.
After last night—after I’d lost complete control with Clarissa—I needed to be in control again.
Slowing my steps, I glanced at the double doors to my office. They were wide open. A good sign. I took a few more steps, and just as I’d requested, there was Troy kneeling beside my desk, a cup of coffee steaming on top of it.
“Good morning, Master,” he said as I approached.
“Good morning, boy,” I greeted, then placed my hand in his hair and roughly tugged his head back.
I’d seen the way he had reacted to that yesterday and I wanted to know if he was still feeling the same this morning. Sure enough, heat glimmered in his dark brown eyes.
“Thank you for doing as I requested. You please me greatly.”
If I wasn’t mistaken, there was pride—to go along with the desire—staring back at me.
“Stay right where you are until I instruct you to move.” Reluctantly, I released his hair and walked to my desk chair.
I took a seat, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the television, hitting the mute button. I then grabbed my cell phone and called my agent while I kept my eyes trained on Troy.
“I need to schedule a meeting, Ken,” I stated, forgoing any pleasantries when my grumbling agent answered. It was early in California, which meant I’d likely woken him up.
“About?”
“I’ll be out there sometime next week. We need to sit down and talk.” I wanted to give the agency the professional courtesy they deserved.
“I’m sure that can be arranged. What the hell is going on with you?” Ken countered. “It seems you’re all over the news. Something about you taking in a stray and developing a relationship with your assistant.”
Well, it was good to know Ken watched television.
“It’s a bunch of bullshit,” I told him. “The reporters are reaching for any story they can.”
“Did he move in with you?” Ken asked hotly.
“He did.” I wasn’t ashamed to admit that.
“Is he sleeping in your bed?” he hissed.
“That’s none of your goddamn business,” I answered with barely restrained fury.
Ken sighed roughly. “It’s my business when I’m inundated with calls asking for a statement. I need to be kept in the loop.”
No, he really didn’t. “Tell them you have no comment,” I stated blandly. “I’ll have Troy call and set up a meeting when I know more.”
“I think we both know you have no intention of signing,” Ken said, his anger palpable. “You’re stringing me along, Trent, and I damn sure don’t appreciate it.”
The man was taking liberties he had no business taking. His tone alone was not something I would tolerate. “So, can I assume you’ve cancelled the remainder of our contract? Because last I checked, you worked for me.”
“Goddammit, Trent. I told you—”
“Screw the meeting, Ken. Tell your boss she can expect my call later. I’ll be announcing my intention to break ties with your agency in the very near future.” I disconnected the call, then grabbed my coffee mug, staring at the sexy submissive kneeling before me. “Did you jack off last night?”
A blush infused Troy’s face, but he nodded. “Yes, Master.”
His easy answer settled the rage boiling inside me.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I… Yes, Master. I did.”
“What were you thinking about when you came?”
His eyes widened and the color in his cheeks darkened. There was something about his innocence that fascinated me. Perhaps that was one of the things I liked most about Troy. There was no subterfuge when it came to him. He was open and honest, almost to a fault.
“You, Master.” He inhaled deeply. “Well, you and Clarissa, actually.”
I liked that he’d included us both in that moment. “And you remember what I told you?”
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p; Troy offered a jerky nod. “I’m no longer allowed to jack off unless you give me permission.”
“Correct.” I smiled deviously. “And don’t expect that to be forthcoming. I’m a very strict Dom. My submissives will earn their rewards.”
I reached into my top drawer and produced a two-page contract I utilized at the club. While it expired after twenty-four hours, I figured it would work for Troy. Since he wasn’t versed in D/s, it seemed a decent way to handle our initial interactions. While I wouldn’t be using a long-term contract with Troy or Clarissa, I was hoping this would give him the guidelines he preferred. The man was meticulous when it came to details, always asking questions, wanting to ensure he knew what was coming. I’d only ever implemented this contract with club submissives, more for protocol than requirement.
“While I take a shower, I want you to review this. When I get out, we’ll go over any questions you have. If you’re in agreement, you can sign it. Otherwise, we’ll continue on as we have been.”
“With me as your personal assistant and not your submissive?” he questioned.
I leaned forward. “Is that what you want? To return to only being my assistant?”
“No, Master,” he said softly, his breaths increasing as he continued to kneel. “That’s not what I want.”
I nodded, pleased that he hadn’t changed his mind after sleeping on it.
“Good.” As I got to my feet, I handed him the contract, then slid my fingers through his hair. I knew I was hesitating when it came to Troy. If I said it was because I wanted a contract in place, I would be lying.
However, once that contract was signed and we were in agreement, I made a decision that I would no longer hold back. I would officially go after what I wanted where he was concerned.
“Master?” Troy called out as I was leaving the room.
“Yes?”
“Although it’s technically my day off, I didn’t have anything planned. Did you need me for anything today?” he asked. “We’ve got the fundraiser, but that’s not until tonight.”
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