by Sosie Frost
My hips moved over his. He’d hardened, and the bulge fought against the tug of his slacks. Apparently, he’d liked the spanking too. 0
I timidly shrugged. “You didn’t get to...”
“No need for such modesty, Morgan.” His fingers dug into my waist, deliberately striking a spot still sore from the spanking. My breathing hissed, but the sensation transformed from pain to a quick, pulsing heat.
“You didn’t get to come.” The word sounded so dirty I nearly said it again. “Doesn’t seem fair.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“No, sir.”
“Why not, pet?”
“Because…I did.”
His hand snaked to my neck. “Try again.”
His grip tightened the longer I hesitated. Within seconds I knew why, but the thought drew a low whimper from my lips.
“Because you’re my...” I shivered. “Because I’m the pet, and you’re...”
“Your master.”
Oh, the word hit me harder than any spanking.
I hadn’t called him that before—the word sir just as much an endearment as pet. It sounded naughty. Dirty. Formal.
And I needed to be formal. I’d overstepped a boundary I didn’t know existed.
“It isn’t your decision when or where I take my pleasure.” Anthony kissed my throat, punctuating his control with a quick nip. “If I’d wanted it, I’d have taken it. Nothing would have stopped me.”
“Do you want it now?”
His phone rang. I groaned. Anthony pushed me from his lap, but he didn’t let me sit. Instead, he guided me to his feet, planting me between his legs.
“This will be easier once you’re leashed, pet, but until then…” He picked up the phone, issuing his order. “Make it up to me, Morgan.”
He answered the call.
And pulled my head into his lap.
“Sarah, this better be goddamned important to call before eight…”
My insides clenched. I stroked Anthony’s legs. Even if I had the courage, even if he hadn’t answered his business call, I couldn’t have asked him exactly what he wanted.
He expected me to pleasure him, from my knees on the ground. I was meant to serve him.
Anthony continued with his conversation, dragging me under the table as he needed to view a document on his laptop. I crawled along, humiliated, but grateful for the table. Even forty stories up, we were still outside. That made any sort of sex…
Public.
My hands trembled as I reached for his zipper. Too much. Mercifully, he ran out of patience. He pulled his thick, monster cock from his pants and waited.
Holy moly.
Where was I supposed to begin?
I sucked in a breath, praying that I only imagined that his cock appeared a wide as my wrist. Maybe it was a good thing we hadn’t had sex. The beast pulsing in my hands didn’t seem as considerate as the rest of Anthony. It demanded attention, throbbing hot and thick. It’d never fit in me.
Not easily.
But I wanted to try.
My instincts boiled my blood. This was a damn good reason to surrender to a man. I’d submit to this cock, take every inch and whimper my way into oblivion. My core clenched so hard it hurt.
I wrapped my hands over him. His length twitched between my palms. Hot and stiff.
Deliciously deviant.
He’d forgiven me for the lies and allowed me my privacy into the darker aspects of my life. The least I could do was show him how grateful I was for all of his attention, devotion, and tutelage.
“Even if you plan the merger into the second quarter, both boards might resist losing the liquid assets so early into the year…”
Anthony concentrated on his conversation.
And I focused on him.
One quick breath, and I took him in my mouth. I couldn’t fit much past his head. That didn’t matter. I flicked my tongue over the most impressive cock I’d ever seen. He curled a leg behind me, forcing me closer.
My stomach fluttered. His head was sensitive. Mission critical intelligence that I gained from my first taste. I swirled my tongue around him, kissing a delicate trail over the tip. Anthony tensed.
“They anticipate a greater fourth quarter than last year, but that doesn’t necessitate a five percent increase in sale price. You start gunning for their research and development division, and your costs are going to skyrocket.”
I liked pleasing Anthony. This was easy, even inexperienced. I simply…explored. Licked and kissed and discovered the most important part of my master. I’d earn his pleasure like he so easily possessed mine.
And something felt right about this. He said I was a natural submissive, but I hadn’t understood. How else should I have acted or spoken around him? I imploded at his touch, cast aside my inhibitions at his suggestion, and came with every degrading bit of public humiliation or spanking he could offer. Sucking on his cock while he arranged multi-million-dollar business deals seemed like a damned aphrodisiac now.
Anthony grunted. “Fine. Get Bennett on the line. We’ll deal with this issue now—no, I’ll never call him Nick, stop asking.”
A conference call.
He’d take a conference call while I gave him head.
I curled around his lap, holding close. I stopped just short of rubbing my parted legs against his shin, but every nerve ending in my body begged me to surrender and hump like some wanton slut.
But this was for him.
I had my pleasure last night, and he was forced to work through the morning, tense and frustrated. It wasn’t fair, and I’d make it right.
I’d make sure he loved every part of this.
My tongue flicked over his cock, dipping down the underside of his shaft. In a moment of brazen lust, I parted my lips and sucked as far down as I could get, drawing back to the tip as I came up for air.
He liked that. Gripped my pigtails and forced my head down once more. I repeated the thrill. Twice. Three times. Until my whimpers became muffled begging and my thighs tightened.
His conference call connected, and he greeted the CEO of Bennett Enterprises with a curt, impatient grunt before launching into contracts, regulations, stock values, and acquisition laws.
Nothing about this felt shameful.
Naughty and sexy, but not shameful.
I gripped his shaft, pumping with my hand to watch as the sensitive skin pressed upwards. His hardness was practically perverse in the morning sunshine, but it didn’t stop me from kissing him in a chorus of hums and delighted giggles.
He was right. This was natural. Me, on my knees. Him, receiving every lick of promised pleasure. I nibbled and caressed as gently as I could, reveling in this newfround freedom of sexual captivity. This was where I wanted to be…kneeling between his legs, moaning as he grabbed a pigtail to encourage me.
And it was working. His grip tightened and loosened. He missed a question directed to him, but he took out that frustration on my mouth.
He positioned my lips around his cock and forced my head up and down, bobbing against his length, only far enough to tease the sensitive underside. Not violent or harsh. Just demanding. Expecting far more than tender kisses.
I let him control me, to take what he wanted from my swollen lips and flicking tongue.
His cock hardened even more. Anthony didn’t let me escape. He pinned me over him, my lips tight over the shaft.
Then…he came.
I struggled for only a moment, realizing I had nowhere to go and I had no idea what to expect.
He shot into my mouth. Warmth jetted over my tongue, coating the back of my throat.
Warm.
Salty.
Delicious.
I reflexively swallowed, surprising both him and myself. Anthony pumped more onto my tongue, and I swallowed again and again, milking every salty drop from his cock. My head ached where he gripped, but I would have cried out if he let me go. I liked the pain almost as much as his command of me.
As much as givi
ng him pleasure and making him come so wildly on my tongue.
He released me.
The connection shocked us both. I couldn’t see his face, couldn’t read his expression, but I knew his heart thudded just as fiercely as mine.
Something changed between us.
An understanding. A need.
The pulsing heat between my legs became a full-blooded instinct. We both knew where his next orgasm belonged, and it wasn’t my mouth.
He didn’t say to move, so I didn’t. I folded against his knees, resting my head and catching my breath as he finished his call.
Almost like I wasn’t there, gripping his slacks, desperate for him to utter a single word.
Pet.
Only once he was done did he help me to my feet. He straightened my shirt. Kissed my forehead. He rubbed his thumb against my lip. I took it in my mouth without hesitation.
“Have you ever done that before?” he asked.
I shook my head. He smirked, removing his thumb and tracing his touch over my body.
“You did very well, pet.” His words thrilled me. “Perfect.”
“What happens now?”
“Now, you be a good girl. I need to take you home, make sure you get to work on time. And I have to leave.”
“When will I see you again?”
“Soon…” He caressed my cheek. “I have plans for you, pet, but you must trust me. Completely. Obey me, do as I say, and I promise…” He kissed me, gently and passionately. “You’ll love everything I plan to do to you.”
I accepted his kiss and sunk against his chest. If this was trust and submission, he had me without the need for a collar and leash. And I couldn’t wait to experience all that he promised.
Even if his next challenge tested me. Terrified me.
Exposed me.
I wasn’t ready for what he wanted…
13
On a Tuesday night, the Duchess crew had dined on sushi served off a naked woman.
On a Thursday night, they’d watched a submissive get spanked for misbehaving.
After Anthony returned from his business trip, he’d planned to take me to Duchess on a Saturday.
If all hell broke loose on the weekdays, how wild did it get on the weekends?
Wild enough for Anthony to send me a present—the address of a formal dress boutique where I could pick out any fancy gown I liked. He’d also reserved a manicure, pedicure, and massage that did nothing but make me ache for his touch.
He’d promised me something exciting.
And the possibilities wound me so tight I could hardly zip the fancy black cocktail dress that hugged my curves sexy enough to boost my confidence.
The dress cut above my knees at an angle, and the neckline plunged down, reminding me that I was in my early twenties and it was best to live large while my B-cups tried their best.
It didn’t matter. A week apart from Anthony—forced back into a world of serving coffee and ducking phone calls from my mother—was driving me crazy.
I didn’t think the dress would stay on for long.
And that was exciting. Not concertos and Dean’s List, but Anthony was the first good thing since my violin.
Life Goal Number Seven: Don’t just borrow confidence from Anthony…keep it.
Again, the secret, VIP entrance to Duchess thrilled me, only this time, I couldn’t keep my eyes on the door. I drank Anthony in, still tasting every last salty inch of him. His vest contoured his body perfectly—alternating dark stripes that accentuated his height. I wiggled around his feet like a happy puppy, and he pulled me close enough to tease.
“You look beautiful in that dress, pet.”
I gave him a proper twirl. “Think it’s acceptable for Duchess, sir?”
“More than acceptable…” He didn’t smile. Did he speak threats or promises? “I’m going to show you off tonight, little one.”
I didn’t know if it was his words or his hands that prompted a shiver. “Show me off?”
“Do you trust me?”
“That depends, sir. What are you planning?”
He teased the strap of my dress. “I’ve planned for a perfect evening with my beautiful pet. You belong to me, Morgan. And soon, everyone will know it.”
He leaned down, nibbling the promise of a greater kiss. I reached for him, wanting to fall into his embrace.
He shook his head. “They’re waiting for us tonight, Morgan. We can’t keep them waiting…”
Anthony plotted something devious. Was it better to be surprised or to learn his dark and twisted intentions before we left?
He opened the door for me.
And once I went through…there was no going back.
Duchess hosted a much larger crowd on a Saturday than on a Thursday, but Anthony recognized nearly everyone in attendance. Which made sense. He’d said the members at the club had been hand-selected for membership.
And this was my trial. A personalized tour with Anthony himself.
He led me deeper into Duchess. A sexy, instrumental R&B pumped through the club, and more than a few women danced in the corners—more a striptease for their masters than an innocent dance. The majority of the crowd sipped their drinks and casually observed the dancing girls. Two of them kissed. The men cheered.
Wow. Every person in Duchess confidently embraced their sexuality—from the dancing submissives to the dom leading his timid pet on his arm.
We didn’t sit in the bar or dance with the others.
Anthony led me once more to the room where I’d watched Shannon’s punishment.
The lighting dimmed like a romantic café, offering a bit of seclusion to each of the booths along the sides. Every table, every chair angled towards the center platform, the shining silver restraints neatly stacked on the black leather.
I shouldn’t have looked at the table. Bed. Whatever it was. My nerves twisted me, and I focused on my dress, fiddling with the hem, the straps, and my purse. I accidentally kicked Anthony while recrossing my legs. A few others joined us in the room, and a waitress—complete with collar around her neck and a freshly bruised back—delivered drinks we hadn’t yet ordered.
A gin and tonic for Anthony and something princess pink for me.
“From Mistress Simone.” The server smiled at Anthony before she returned to the bar.
I swirled the cherries in the bottom of my glass. “A Shirley Temple? Really?”
“Simone’s teasing you.”
“With a virgin drink?” My stomach fell. “You didn’t tell her…did you?”
“I tell Simone everything.”
Oh God. “So…she knows I’m a virgin?”
“Don’t be silly, pet.” Anthony turned devil with a grin. “Everyone in Duchess now knows you’re a virgin. Why do you think they can’t stop staring at you?”
I searched the room. He wasn’t lying. Second glances and playful smirks followed my gaze.
Like a wounded baby animal, I’d limped out of the savannah and into the lion’s den.
“Be a good girl…” Anthony pushed the pinkest cocktail in the world towards me. “Take your drink. Don’t insult Simone’s generosity.”
My throat closed, but I reluctantly sipped just to hide my face from the curious stares and unrelenting appraisals.
I liked Shirley Temples, even ordered them when I played DD, but Simone might as well have dressed it with a real umbrella and flashing lights that Morse code blinked the word Virgin. But, for some reason, Anthony seemed to like that Simone made me uncomfortable—anything from her behavior to my simmering attraction to her. I was lucky she hadn’t plunked herself down at our table, playing her wicked games just to watch me lose my mind.
But we were alone.
Thomas and Shannon, Nate and Mariah, Reed and Genn joined the room, but they hid in their own booths. No one disturbed us. As private as Duchess could be.
Something was definitely up, and I was the only person in the dark.
“You look worried, pet.” Anthony lifte
d my chin and looked in my eyes. My insides shivered at his touch. “I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself tonight.”
“I always enjoy myself with you.” I bit my lip. “Well, most times.”
“Most times?”
“I missed you last week.”
“Did you, little one? Why’s that?”
I swirled the cherries with my straw. “You know why.”
“I do?”
Why was he allowed to act coy? I pouted, but I could say it. My confession here was a hell of a lot more innocent than most of Duchess’s antics.
“Because we never got to finish what we started, sir.”
Anthony’s dark hair framed his face, and everything around him blended to shadow. His stare pinned me in place, and a thrill of anticipation and danger tickled up my spine.
“I didn’t fuck you,” he said.
I nodded.
“And you wanted me to fuck you.”
I nodded again.
“Say it, pet.”
I couldn’t breathe. “I wanted to be fucked, sir.”
“Good.”
He returned his attention to his drink. I held my breath until my chest ached.
Good? That was his response?
Not I want to fuck you too or let’s head back to my bed and finish it?
He was insulting. Patronizing. Insensitive. But I still boiled for him. He created the game just for me to lose.
And I think I loved it.
He beckoned me close with a curling finger. I leaned in, and he rewarded me with a kiss. As gentle as his lips could be, pressing against mine, urging my mouth open enough to flick his tongue. My pussy clenched, and I exhaled a whimper.
“Come here, pet.”
Anthony patted his lap.
Oh.
Oh!
I looked around. The room had gotten crowded. A group of four occupied the table to our left. The half-naked waitress darted between chairs and booths, delivering drinks and accepting a spank on the bottom as a tip. Couples filled every booth. My heart beat too loudly to hear the murmured conversations.
How many people would see me settle in his lap?
But Anthony remained frustratingly patient. I tried my luck, flirting with a timid smile.
“Wouldn’t you rather go somewhere…quieter, sir?”