Boss (27 page)

“Excellent.” He began to work the flogger back and forth over her thighs and buttocks, then with much less force over her back and shoulders.

When he got to the first dozen, he saw her unfurl a finger from her fist.

“How are you doing?”

“This feels…”

He continued to flog her.

After the second dozen, she unfurled another finger.

“Feels?” he prompted.

“Stingy.” She turned her head to the other side. “I had no idea.” She sighed deeply, extending a third finger and letting her body become even more pliant.

Now that she was ready, he increased the force of the flogging, landing each hit with more force, moving her body around.

“My God…” She added a fourth finger, and she moved her hips, silently seeking more.

Her body was pink, glowing, and she began to thrash her head, making a mess of her hair. Though he often separated BDSM from sex, his dick was hard, throbbing, insistent. He’d never had this kind of reaction to a woman, never wanted to spend this much time together. Being with her at work was powerful, but nowhere close to enough. “Where are we?” he asked.

“Five?” she guessed. “But I want to keep going.”

The request stunned him, pleased him. “A few more,” he agreed, not wanting to give her too much the first time. He landed a few between her legs on her upper thighs. And she squealed when he caught her pussy lips with the tips of a couple of strands.

The last few, he landed in the sweet spot area, hoping the sensation would radiate through her.

He looped the handle over one of the O-rings and rubbed her.

“That was incredible.” She stretched her neck. “I’m relaxed and edgy at the same time.”

“Good. Ready for me to use your paddle?”

She tightened her body before visibly exhaling. “Yes.”

“What word is on it?”

She was quiet for so long that he wasn’t sure she was going to answer. “Slut,” she whispered.

“A little louder?” he encouraged.

“Do I have to?” She pulled against the restraints, but then said, “Slut.”

“What kind of slut?”

She turned her head to the side, and he was there, meeting her gaze, being sure she knew she was safe.

“A fuck slut, Sir,” she said.

“Whose? Whose, Kelsey?”

She closed her eyes momentarily then looked at him. “Yours, Sir. Your fuck slut.”

He kissed the side of her neck. “Yeah. Only mine.”

“Please,” she said, evidently remembering his earlier instruction. “Sear my ass with it.”

He picked up the paddle and returned to her. He placed it on her flesh, exactly where he wanted it then he pulled his arm back and laid it on her with full force, marking her with the word.

The slap reverberated in the room, underplayed by her yelp.

He traced the outline of the word while he still could. It would fade in minutes, maybe sooner.

He released her wrists first and he massaged her skin and shoulders. “The minute you move, the clamps may feel worse.”

“I believe you.”

He unfastened her ankles. “Can I help you?” He offered an arm for stability, but she pushed herself onto her knees.

She gasped as the chain dropped.

“I’ll get them right off,” he said. He helped her to sit on top of the bench and she shifted her weight to avoid the plug. Nathan removed the clamps, toying with her nipples until her breathing returned to normal. “How was your first flogging?”

“Uhm…” She raked her hair back from her forehead. “We can do that any time.”

“You liked it?”

“Yes.”

“And the paddle?”

“Your fuck slut, Sir.”

His cock throbbed. “I want to take you from behind,” he said, “so I can see the word imprinted on your sexy little ass.”

As he undressed, she folded his clothes and put them in the drawer alongside hers. “Put the condom on me,” he instructed.

“First time,” she admitted.

“You’ll do fine. The box is on the counter.”

She returned and ripped the package open and placed the condom on his cockhead.

“Other way,” he said.

“Of course.” She held his penis and rolled the latex down, grasping him firmly.

“I’ll let you do that more often,” he said.

“Say the word, Sir,” she said saucily.

“On your stomach, sub.”

She took her time climbing back onto the bench, swaying, moving her body into position with the grace of a ballerina.

“Teasing me, sub?”

She looked over her shoulder? “Me?”

He smacked her ass.

Her smile widened.

“I’ve created a sassy submissive.”

“And what are you going to do about it, Sir?” she asked.

“Fuck you as hard as you deserve.” He fingered her a few times, being sure she was wet for him.

“I’m ready,” she insisted.

“You are when I say you are.” Nathan teased her clit, stroking over it, pressing it, remembering the way she’d screamed when he dripped the wax on her.

Finally, when she was pushing her bottom back toward him, silently asking for more, he repositioned her, pulling her hips toward him. Her knees were near the edge, meaning she was precariously perched, dependent on him to keep her from falling.

It also led to deeper penetration, a greater feeling of possession.

The word was barely visible, but there were a few light marks from the flogger.

He began to ease into her, and she pulled away with a tiny moan of protest.

“It’s different with the plug,” he said soothingly.

“You’re telling me?”

“Give me a second,” he said. “Move forward. Put your knees on the bench.” Nathan left her long enough to squirt lube on his cock before going back to her. He went slowly, going in a fraction of an inch at a time then easing back out then, when he was all the way in, he pulled her hips back.

“God,” she whimpered. “This is so hot. So worth it.”

He fucked her hard then, deep, fast, filling her cunt, digging his fingers into her hipbones.

Kelsey responded in kind, thrusting her hips back to meet him, asking for more, telling him what she wanted.

Showing complete trust, she allowed him to take more of her weight, and he bent his knees to piston into her. He felt his orgasm build, but he wanted her to come first. “Give it to me,” he encouraged.

She shook her head, and her hair spilled riotously around her. Nathan gripped her tighter, and she moved one hand to her pussy to play with her clit.

The difference in her from when they’d started to play was startling. It was as if she’d decided to embrace her sexuality, abandoning embarrassment. He couldn’t be any prouder.

She began to jerk, and he ground his back teeth together to distract himself.

“Fuck me, Sir.”

“Happy to accommodate.” He lifted her slightly to gain greater leverage, and he pumped his hips faster.

She arched back, and he bit the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck. She screamed then, convulsing, shaking, calling his name.

Only after she’d come did he unleash his orgasm, and he ejaculated in hot, thready pumps that jolted him.

He held her for long seconds, hearing her breathless gasps, aware of the aerobic-like rise and fall of his chest. He maneuvered her back on the bench, making sure her body was supported before he withdrew his cock and pulled away.

Though it was momentarily difficult to stand, he rubbed her shoulders. “How about a shower?” he suggested.

“I can wait until after you’ve had one,” she replied.

“We can do it together. And I want to remove that plug.”

She turned over and looked at him. “Every time I think I can keep up with you, you add something new to the mix.”

“No secrets between us,” he said.

“But—”

“Shower.” He discarded the condom then helped her up, making sure she was steady before they went to the master bedroom.

“What about our clothes?”

“I need to come back to clean up the room,” he said. “I’ll get them then.”

He liked watching her walk naked through his house. The idea of seeing her do it every day was an idea that could fuel dozens of fantasies.

While he turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, she scooped up handfuls of hair and clipped it atop her head, and he noticed her looking in the mirror to see if he’d left any marks on body. “Nothing that will bruise,” he said.

“From what that paddle felt like, it should have.”

He checked the heat one last time before stepping into the shower stall. She joined him a few seconds later. “Put your hands on the far wall,” he said. “And spread your legs.”

“I…” She closed her mouth. Silently, without telling him yes, she did as instructed.

He grasped the base of the plug and pulled it out in a single movement. “Not so bad.”

“All of this stuff is easy for you to say,” she protested, turning back to face him with a scowl. She plucked the toy from his grasp and rinsed it.

“I could put it back in and pull it out again, repeating until you do it without complaint.”

“You’d really do that?”

He captured her chin. “As many times as it took for you to get over your hesitation.”

She made a show of pretending to button her mouth.

“Good call.” He grabbed his bar of soap, lathered it then ran his hands over her body.

As he cupped her breasts, she closed her eyes and gripped his wrists. He lazily made circles on her flesh and gently squeezed her nipples. Her knees weakened, but he didn’t stop, relentlessly soaping her until she opened her eyes. The hazel color had turned smoky and inviting. “You are one responsive woman,” he said.

“For the right man, Sir.”

Holy Christ.
Even though he had fucked her less than twenty minutes ago, he was ready again.

He moved his hands lower to wash her abdomen and legs. Then he turned her around to wash her back. He took down the showerhead to rinse between her legs, and he used his hand to be sure he’d removed all the lube.

“You’re thorough,” she said.

“I may have told you that I take care of mine,” he replied.

She slowly pivoted to face him again. “Should I return the favor?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked up the bar of soap that he’d slid back into the holder.

As he had with her, she took her time washing him, and she spent an extraordinary amount of time on his genitalia.

“May I?” She held out her hand for the showerhead, and he offered it to her.

With the water, she lazed her way across his front and chest then rinsed his dick and balls for far longer than necessary.

“Do you mind holding this again?”

He accepted the handle even as she lowered herself before him.

It had been a long time since a woman had given him head. When he had a lover, he focused on her, knowing he’d find his pleasure in her pussy or ass. But this? With her so eagerly sucking him into her mouth…?

Nathan dug his hand into her hair, dislodging the clip, sending the tresses spilling. He held her, guiding her.

His cock went from semi-flaccid to erect in a matter of seconds.

Before he could spill in her, he turned off the water, helped her up then left the shower. He bundled her into a white fluffy robe then shrugged into one himself, pocketing a condom.

She gasped when he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “We’ll finish what you started,” he warned in a gravelly voice.

Caveman style, he tossed her on the bed. When she laughed and scooted away, he captured her foot, then dragged her back.

“Sexy, Sir,” she said.

He had their robes off and the condom on in record time. “Is this what you want?” he demanded.

“What? Your dick in me?” She reached for him.

Passion driving him, Nathan moved between her legs and smoothly lifted them to press his shoulders into the backs of her thighs. He licked her, teasing her still-swollen clit. He needn’t have worried. Perhaps because she had no apprehensions, she was slick.

Nathan positioned himself, and she sucked in her breath as he slid inside her with one long, continuous stroke.

This time, he pinned her arms at her sides and took his time fucking her, making love to her.

And this time, when she came, he compelled her to keep looking at him. He watched her eyes go from light to dark. Her voice went from sigh to whimper.

Because of his angle, he was able to penetrate deeper than before.

As he got closer, she fisted her hands in the bedspread. She tilted her pelvis and he surged in, filling her completely.

He held the orgasm back longer than he could imagine, and when he came, he shuddered from the force.

So as not to crush her, he rolled to his side then pulled her against him, holding her silently. He spooned her, wrapped her up for a few minutes while he half dozed.

A few minutes later, he climbed from the bed, leaving her asleep. He disposed of the condom before handling his nighttime chores—turning off lights and ensuring the doors were locked before heading back to the playroom. He wiped down the equipment, put everything back where it belonged then gathered their clothing and returned to the bedroom.

She was asleep, curled up where he normally slept.

He grinned. Her dark hair was spread wildly across his pillow, and she only had a sheet tucked around her naked body.

It surprised him how natural it seemed to have Kelsey here, in his house. Even better, in his bed, despite the fact she was in his spot. After putting away their clothes, he shocked himself by getting into bed on the unfamiliar side.

She extended a hand, finding his chest.

It made him ridiculously happy that she’d reached for him. If she’d been awake, he knew that wouldn’t have happened. He placed his hand around her wrist, silently reassuring her he’d be there.

The problem was, if she had her way, it would only be until Saturday night.

He was no longer sure that was acceptable to him.

* * * *

Kelsey opened her eyes. Reality seemed distorted, and she blinked, trying to clear her vision. But she didn’t recognize anything. She felt suffocated, as if something was pinning her down. She thrashed, trying to get free before waking up enough to figure out she was at Nathan Donovan’s house, nude in his bed, with a sheet, blanket and comforter covering her. But he wasn’t next to her.