Boss (34 page)

“You’re doing well.”

Suddenly he increased the ferocity of the flogging. The strands were no longer gentle, but hard and biting, slicing into her bare skin.

She was aroused and drenched, desperate for the orgasm he’d denied her for so long.

Her body swayed in response to the flogger, and she ground her pelvis against the now-slick vinyl.

“You’ve earned it,” he said softly to her.

He stuck her more often, harder, driving her. She gyrated shamelessly. He continued flicking his wrists, making the strands lick her flesh, and he moved so that he could pull on her clamps.

She screamed as she came, the orgasm lighting her up.

He continued the beating and the pressure on her clamps until she’d completely ridden it out.

She thought he might release her, and she blinked in shock when he kept going with gentle strokes.

But with what she’d already endured, this wasn’t enough. “I want more.”

“You’re amazing, sub.” There was pride and approval in his voice.

He gave it to her, cutting back and forth across her body.

The clamps swayed, aggravating her nipples.

He landed half a dozen stripes on her lower legs, and she tried to curl her toes. Stunning pain overwhelmed her. She wanted to protest, but an image of the restrained sub floated through her mind. The man had been serene.

After a breath, she closed her eyes and embraced the flogger.

Her body warmed and tension drained from her. At some point, she became aware of the symphony of the sensations, each unique. On their own they’d be discordant, but together, they helped her to detach from everything.

It was as if she were somewhere warm, floating, her face turned to the sun.

Blissed out.

Her body went slack.

Nothing existed. It was as if she were simultaneously disconnected yet more connected than she’d ever been.

“Kelsey?”

Nathan was stroking the side of her neck and he kissed her forehead.

He plucked off the clothespins from her toes and removed the nipple clamps. She gave a sleepy wince and was aware that it should have hurt more than it did.

“I’ve got you.”

With deft motions, he released her from the spreader bar before unfastening her wrists. He slowly lowered her arms, rubbing her the entire time.

Then he scooped her up and carried her back to the bench. He sat with her in his lap, and she curled against him, half dozing.

“You were even more magnificent than I could have imagined,” he said.

When she finally pushed away from him, she yawned a little.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” he told her.

Nathan jostled her off his lap and onto the bench then removed the cuffs from her ankles.

He paused for a moment to place his palm alongside her face. Unhesitatingly she turned toward him. The fact he was capable of such profound gentleness astounded her.

As she watched him repack his bag and wipe down the pole, she began to feel more like herself, but chilled, aware that her nipples ached and her toes felt cramped. “I think the sub’s supposed to do the cleaning,” she said when he returned to her.

“If I’ve left you with enough energy to clean the pole, I haven’t done my job. Let’s get some energy into you.”

Cupping her arm, he guided her toward the bar. He selected a private corner where they could sit next to each other.

Keeping his arm around her, he ordered her a soft drink and requested a bottle of water for himself.

She was quiet for a while, taking in the ambience, the flickering candle on the table and the pulsing music. The women in the cages were wearing different outfits now, resembling go-go girls of the 1960s. The walls were psychedelic colors, appearing as if they’d been tie-dyed.

The waitress returned with their beverages and left them almost immediately.

“How was it for you?”

“Astounding. Nothing like I expected.” She stirred her straw in her drink. “I’m not sure I can put it into words, really.”

“The orgasm?”

She glanced at him. “You were right.”

“Tell me again.”

“It was worth the wait.”

“Well, I’m about done waiting.”

He went to claim their jackets and have the valet bring the car around. Kelsey was taking the last sip of her beverage when he returned.

“You meant it,” she said.

“Yeah. I did.”

Within minutes they were in his car, and he surprised her by stopping at a local hotel. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking you senseless,” he said.

She laughed. “We could go home.”

“We could,” he agreed. “But we’re not.”

He got them a room, grabbed the bag and hustled her into the elevator.

Not shocking her, he had up against the back of the elevator, her arms above her head and his hand in her panties the moment the door closed.

Even though they’d scened and she’d had an orgasm, she was hot and ready.

The bell dinged, and he stepped away as the door opened.

The moment they carded into the room, she tore at his clothes, and he yanked open the laces on the front of her top.

“Leave your boots on,” he told her.

“That’s unusual.”

“I have a sudden fetish for them.”

He finished undressing then fumbled with a condom and dropped it on the floor before managing to get it open.

She sat on the edge of the bed and rolled it down him, squeezing and pumping his cock.

“Enough.”

He pinned her arms behind her then laid her back, trapped.

Kelsey opened her legs without being told.

He entered her, fucking her hard. Every bit as desperate for him, she returned with thrusts of her own.

“I’m going to take you up the ass.”

Her mouth dried.

“You’re ready.”

“I’m not as certain.”

His cock hard and jutting, he helped her to stand then bend over the bed face down.

“I hate this part,” she protested, tightening her ass cheeks.

He gave her two hard spanks, and while she was busy squealing, he grasped the base of the plug and pulled it out.

She groaned, relieved to have it out.

“Stay where you are,” he told her. “Be right back.”

Nathan went into the bathroom, and she heard water running. She was alone long enough for nerves to cool her passion.

The moment he returned, he lubed up his cock then fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “Ask me to do it.”

His command, his touch, the way his cock probed her already-tormented ass brought all the intensity back in an instant. “Yes.” Her words sounded more encouraging than she actually felt. “Do it.”

She soon learned she hadn’t needed to be apprehensive at all.

Nathan proved exactly how much he knew her by pressing his thumb against her clit and making slow circles as he worked his massive dick into her ass.

“I can’t…”

He slid out, brought her to a heightened pitch of excitement before easing forward again. “You can. You’ve already taken most of me. The plug was difficult at this point a few days ago.”

She gripped the comforter.

He spread her ass cheeks farther apart before playing with her pussy some more. Feeling as if he were breaking her in two, she said, “Fill me.”

“Bear down,” he coached before thrusting all the way in.

She didn’t get the relief she’d hoped for. A plug narrowed near the base, but he was thick, turgid.

After giving her a moment to accommodate him, he began to move.

It was as if shards of reality shattered.

He slid an arm beneath her ribs and lifted her torso from the mattress, allowing him even deeper penetration. She yelped.

She was aware of him bending his knees and thrusting up.

“I’m going to come,” he warned with a grunt.

That he was so affected thrilled her. She wanted him to need this as much as she did.

Kelsey squeezed her eyes as he pounded her, filled her.

Being in a hotel room made it even dirtier.

She wanted this. “Come in me, Sir,” she demanded.

He managed to grab one of her nipples and squeeze it hard. An orgasm ripped through her, and she involuntarily tightened all her pelvic muscles.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he said, his fingers bruising her.

He spurted in her. She felt his pulsing ejaculation more keenly than she ever had when he was in her pussy.

She loved it.

He gripped her as he pumped into her then he dropped his forehead onto her shoulder.

Nathan continued to hold on to her for a long time before going into the bathroom. When he returned, he cleaned her up with a washcloth before climbing into bed and pulling her against him.

“You’ve got the hottest ass in Texas,” he said.

“I do,” she agreed. “From the flogging, the plug and the fucking, there’s no doubt.”

He ran his spread fingers into her hair and turned her to face him. “Tomorrow, we need to have a discussion.”

She went cold. “Sir?” What the hell was he saying? He didn’t want to see her again? He wanted more? The negative, unwanted images roared in her head, making her thoughts tumble. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“It can wait. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you.”

“You can’t possibly be ready to have sex again,” she protested.

In seconds, he had her beneath him. “I beg to differ.”

Chapter Sixteen

Kelsey was weak for him. Rather than thrilling her, the idea scared the hell out of her.

They’d spent the night at the hotel and this morning, she felt as if she were struggling to keep the inevitable reality away for as long as possible.

“Breakfast?” he asked, coming out of the bathroom smelling like soap and looking like sin.

“Not dressed like this,” she said, straightening from having put her boots on.

“We can drive through a Starbucks. Mocha and a scone?”

“You know my vices too well,” she said, pretending her world didn’t feel as if it were coming undone.

“I’m hoping to add a few more to the list.”

She smiled, but it was halfhearted.

“Ready?” He glanced around to be sure they had everything in the bag before zipping it shut.

They left the room, checked out of the hotel then headed for the car. Fog hung low and the day was unseasonably cool. The clouds matched her restless mood. His promised discussion loomed, making her uncomfortable.

“There’s a seat warmer if you need to turn it on,” he said.

The leather was cool on the backs of her thighs, but she replied, “I’m fine.”

He shot her a glance, but she made a show of looking at her cell phone for the coffee shop’s address.

After giving him directions, she sat back.

Kelsey told herself that she should be euphoric this morning—they’d had amazing sex, a mind-blowing scene at the club. But all of that contributed to her discontent.

She was in danger of falling in love with him.

There was a good possibility he was preparing to discuss how they would resume a normal work relationship beginning on Monday. A worse option was that he’d want to continue as they were, with him dominating her every evening.

They had only been intimate for a short amount of time, and despite her best intentions, she’d allowed herself to become emotionally attached to him.

There was no way she could go back to a normal boss and employee relationship. Saying goodnight at the end of the day and going home alone, or maybe watching him move on and start dating someone else, would slowly eat at her.

And if he wanted to continue as they were, she’d lose what was left of her heart. There was no way she could stay with Nathan without falling the rest of the way in love. When things eventually ended, it would take a piece of her soul with it.

Too late, she realized she should have never given in to the temptation to find out what she’d been missing.

The drive-through lane had several cars waiting, and the lobby looked empty. “I could go in,” he said. “Faster that way.”

Her phone chimed with an incoming message. “Sounds good.”

“What kind of scone?”

“Maple. And fair warning, I’m not sharing. This is not like chocolate cake. I can and will eat the whole thing.”

“After last night, I need something with more protein.” He parked then, after turning up his collar, jogged through the gentle drizzle that had started falling from the fat clouds.

The effort to behave normally cost her, and she allowed her spine to relax against the seatback as she checked her phone. She grinned when a picture of Andi showed up.

Wish I got to see Mr. Hottie Boss beat your ass. Was it good?

She typed in a quick reply.

Amazing.

Knew it! Ha! Happy for you.

Andi had added half a dozen smileys, hearts and fist bumps.

At a loss, Kelsey didn’t reply. She wasn’t sure what to say…share her doubts? Revel in how astounding the night had been? Her emotions were so conflicted that she didn’t know how to unravel them.

He returned to the car and offered the drink.

“And the pastry, mister.”

“Not sure which one is yours.”

She pulled both bags from his hand.

“Never get between a woman and her scone,” he said. “Lesson learned.”

After she had broken off the end of the scone and popped it in her mouth, she gave him the other bag.

He took a few bites from his egg-and-something-that-smelled-delicious sandwich before indulging in long gulps of coffee. “I may survive until I get you home,” he said.

Freeway traffic was still light, and they made it back to her house faster than she’d expected.

“Would you like to come up?” She was only half hoping he’d accept the invitation.

He nodded.

Fortunately Mr. Martinez and the shocked hamster were nowhere in sight.

Once they were in her condo, she wasn’t certain how to act. Did he want to spend the day together as if they were a couple? And what would that mean? Running errands, doing laundry, cooking?

She removed her jacket. Then remembering his directive from the first time he’d visited, she offered to take his.