Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage (12 page)

“Fuck me,” she corrected.

His hackles rose at the distinction she was making, but he controlled the need to shake her. To make her admit that his claiming of her was what she desired most. Hell, the way her eyes followed him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention more than warned him of her interest. Why she was trying to deny it now, he wasn’t sure, but he’d find out soon. “There’s a difference, Lawrence, between claiming and fucking.”

Before she could voice the response he could see in her eyes or hovering on her lips, he tugged her hips to the edge of his desk and wrenched the vibrator to the very entrance of her channel. Holding her gaze, he twisted the toy to its highest setting and shoved it deep inside her. Twice more he pulled it free and forced it back. One of his hands rose to grip the hair at the back of her head when she attempted to turn away from him.

Keeping her attention on him, he explained, “Fucking takes care of only one person’s needs, baby. It’s quick, hard, and only one gets to come.” Pulling the vibrator free, he switched it off and set it on his discarded shirt. “Claiming,” he assured her, leaning forward to slide his lips over hers, “satisfies both parties involved.”

Releasing her hair, he smoothed his hands over her full breasts, tugging at the peaked nipples before coasting his fingertips over her belly. His lips followed, suckling the hard tips while his fingers tangled in the moist curls between her thighs. “We’re going to have to see about trimming these,” he murmured against her mound as he lowered himself onto his knees beside the desk. Parting her tender flesh, his tongue took one slow swipe through the drenched folds, lapping up the cream filling her pussy and glistening on her thighs.

“Trimming what?” Mattie gasped, her hips arching into his touch, fingers clutching at his shoulders.

“These.” Bryce tugged again on the short, dark curls covering her pussy. His grin widened at the gasp and increased flow of her juices at the slight pain his teasing produced. “Not that I don’t like your curls,” he assured her. “I just like the sight of your skin more.”

* * *

“There’s something going on, but I haven’t quite figured out what it is yet.” Victor leaned back in his desk chair and waited for his caller’s response.

“Well, you need to figure it out quickly.” The crisp tone didn’t mask the Southern drawl or the anger filling it.

Rising, he tucked his cell phone beneath his chin and set the last of the papers into his briefcase. “As soon as I have more information, I’ll get word to you. For right now, you should be glad that the changes in the contract have been made and no one has caught on to them yet.” Snapping the case closed, he gathered his coat and headed for the door.

“You have just under a month to figure out how Halsey is going to try to get past the board’s demand for his resignation,” the woman on the phone snapped. “The damned contract doesn’t interest me at all.”

“It should.” Victor rolled his eyes as he snapped off the light and headed down the hall toward the elevator. “With the changes I put in after the negotiations were concluded yesterday and everyone signed, you’ll be making a tidy little profit off the losses Halsey’s going to have.”

“I don’t need more money; I want Halsey’s shut down. Gone.”

“That’s what you’ll get,” he assured her.

“Considering that’s what I hired you for, I’d better get it.”

Victor didn’t curse the dial tone that buzzed in his ear. Sliding his cell phone into his pocket, he rode the elevator to the underground garage. There was something going on. He could feel the undercurrents in the office as Jacob Halsey’s retirement drew closer. Toss in some of the whispers coming down from the owner’s offices, and Victor was pretty sure Halsey was making plans regarding the warning his father had given him less than a week ago. Members of the board were whispering, and Jacob was sporting a smug expression that didn’t bode well for the Makepeaces’ plans.

Getting into the pants of Halsey’s administrative assistant should make sniffing out the secrets a little easier. Her protests and hard-to-get attitude would only last so long, and then he’d have her eating out of his hand. His grin faded a bit as he slid behind the wheel of his Jag. The warning he’d gotten the day before was unexpected. He knew Halsey took care of his employees, but Victor never thought the man would be interested in his secretary’s personal life. Maybe there was more to Mattilda than met the eye. A little sifting through files should help solve the riddle.

* * *

The last of her climax shuddered through Mattie, leaving her limp, draped across Bryce’s desk, and cognizant of the fact that she’d intentionally let herself come to see what Bryce would do. The spanking the previous day had left a tingle in her pussy for hours after she’d gone home. Now, she wanted to see what other punishments he had in store for her.

“Not good, Lawrence.”

The rumble of disappointment in his voice was so heavily laced with amusement Mattie couldn’t feel bad about misbehaving. Working her way back onto her elbows, she watched him rise over her, his mouth damp from her body’s climax. Dropping her gaze to the thick wedge of flesh pressing against his trousers, she bit her lip to keep from moaning. It had felt so good under her fingertips. And the flavor of his cum had her mouth watering for more. She’d always thought the stories about women who liked to swallow were male fantasies until now.

Lifting her eyes to his, she didn’t bother hiding her smug grin. “What?”

“Did I give you permission?” His hands assisted her in sitting upright and then lifted her to stand against him beside his desk.

Attempting to adopt a contrite look, Mattie shook her head. “No. Sorry.”

“Pushing, baby?”

The challenge in his tone had Mattie’s body on alert. Meeting his gaze, she realized though the amusement was still there, it was banked beneath the firm resolve he often displayed when entering into hardball negotiations. What she wasn’t sure of was just how far he’d allow her to push. She dropped her eyes again to the bulge behind his trousers. The evidence of his arousal had moisture gathering between her thighs. That brief touch hadn’t been enough, and here he stood, taunting her.

Lifting her eyes to his, she offered a chagrined look. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?” Allowing her fingers to drift over his firm chest, she waited, holding his gaze until her hands reached his waistband.

“Are you suggesting a bribe, Lawrence?”

She shook her head. “No, not a bribe. More like an incentive.” She licked her lips as she glanced back at his face.

His fingers threaded through her tangled curls, tilting her face to his as he lowered his lips to hers. “It would depend on just what you have to offer.”

The stroke of his tongue over her lips had Mattie’s eyes falling to half-mast. Her fingers fumbled with the belt, button, and zipper on his pants, but she was able to gain access to the heated length of his cock. The smooth crown was damp against her fingertips, the evidence of his arousal leaking in tiny pearls from the slit. Keeping one hand around his crest, she smoothed her thumb over and around the soft flesh, while her other hand gripped his shaft with the firmness he’d shown her earlier and massaged his length from tip to base.

“Mmm.” She purred against his mouth as his lips parted and his teeth nipped at the swollen curve of her bottom lip. “Would you like me to demonstrate?”

Taking a last swipe of her mouth with his tongue, Bryce smiled and lifted his head. “Please do. I’m interested in seeing if I’ll like this incentive as much as you appear to.”

His fingertips flexed against her scalp as she caressed his skin with her mouth. First, she moved over his chin, her teeth scraping at the beard stubble along his jaw, then farther down, sampling the taste of his skin along his throat. From there, Mattie investigated the texture of the firm brown disks on his chest, dusted with white blond curls. She discovered the application of her teeth and some suction yielded even more fluid from his cock, easing the slide of her hand up and down the shaft.

The tip of his erection was almost even with his navel by the time Mattie had settled on her knees in front of him. Abandoning the salty flavor of his skin, she focused her attention on the thick evidence of his arousal. In slow, smooth swipes, she learned the full length of his penis. From base to tip, she investigated every vein, ridge, and wrinkle using her lips and tongue. Again and again, she bathed his flesh, licking away the creamy residue he produced and murmuring her enjoyment of its flavor.

The smell of his skin intoxicated her. The taste had her thighs streaked with her own juices. If he’d let her, she could easily lose herself for hours just learning about this part of him. When the back of her hand brushed the heated sac beneath, she moved her mouth down as well. The scent was heavier, and a light dusting of curls covered the skin as she licked at the pouch before taking part of it into her mouth and suckling it.

Above her Bryce cursed, his fingers twisted in her hair, pulling at her scalp. The pain sent heat shooting directly to her pussy, increasing the juices flooding her channel and seeping onto her thighs.

“Fuck!” Bryce was mesmerized by the sight of his woman going down on him. The fierce hold he had on her hair eased as he realized it was actually painful to her when she moaned against his flesh. A strange emotion stirred in the back of his mind, sending a twist to his gut as he pondered which of her previous lovers had taught her these tricks. Who had shown her that pressure applied in just that spot could make a man’s eyes roll back in his head?

Despite his years of training, he fought the urge to explode as she worked his balls with her mouth, rolling and sucking on first one side, then the other, before releasing them to return to his shaft. “You keep teasing me like that, baby, and I’ll add another punishment to the one you’ve already earned.” His threat was couched in a throaty rumble. Even he had a hard time recognizing his own voice.

Slumberous chocolate brown eyes blinked up at him as she lifted her head. The dazed look in her eyes had another curse slipping free. Taking his own cock in his hands, he rubbed the tip along her bottom lip, coating the pink curve with his seed.

He had to once again fight shooting his load when her tongue whispered over her lip before scooting around the head, lapping up the droplets slipping free. “Goddamn it, baby, just suck it!” He growled, pressing his cock forward, easing it past her lips, then cursing again as it butted up against her teeth.

The wet suction of her mouth morphed his curse into a groan, as she moved forward, taking as much of his length as was comfortable. Wrestling the need to thrust hard into the wet cave of her mouth, Bryce used every focusing method he knew to regain control. The stroke of her hand against the remainder of his shaft worked in tandem with the roll of her tongue around the part she suckled in her mouth.

Again his fingers clenched in her hair, adjusting her movements to draw out the sensations curling through his balls and winding up his spine. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his gaze reading the bliss spreading across her face. The concentration evident in her ministrations was visible on her face. With his impending climax near, he halted her motions.

“Lawrence,” he rasped. “Look at me.”

Her moaned protest had him fighting a smile. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” he warned her. “Look at me,” he ordered this time. Her eyes lifted to him. “You need to take it all. Don’t waste a drop.”

A short nod was her only response before her hands and mouth resumed their attentions. Short moments later, he allowed his release to roll through him. Trying to control the speed and amount of ejaculate he spilled, Bryce watched as Mattie received it without difficulty. She followed his directive and never spilled a bit as the spurts neared their end. He eased his still-firm penis from between her lips.

Drawing her to her feet, he walked her away from his desk to the leather sofa. Settling her on a cushion, he crossed to the wet bar to pull a bottle of water from the minifridge. After twisting off the cap, he took a quick swig, then returned to her side to hold it to Mattie’s lips. When she lifted her hands to take the bottle from him, he used his free hand to stop her. “No, let me.”

Again, she followed his command without question. Allowing him to set the pace for the water to flow into her mouth, she drank as much as he gave her and only stopped when he took the bottle away.

“That was a very nice incentive, baby.” He smiled at her, enjoying the brief glow of triumph that lit her eyes when she seemed to think he wouldn’t be meting out a punishment for her orgasm. “But you still broke rule number four.”

“No coming without permission,” she whispered, resignation in her voice.

But the triumph didn’t diminish, making him wonder if she was testing to see if she could sway his decisions. If so, she would soon learn there was little he wouldn’t do and very little that would draw him away from his course.

Easing his cock back into his pants, he fastened them before pulling his belt free. “Hands.” He waited for her to comply.

Holding her hands out to him, he could feel Mattie watching him as he settled the belt around both wrists, then drew it tight. “Does it hurt?” he queried, sliding his fingers along the edge of the leather, checking to see if it bit into her skin.

Her hands twisted and tugged lightly. “No, it doesn’t hurt.” Her voice was soft, almost as if she was somewhat dazed.

Pulling on the belt, he drew her to her feet and led her to the cushioned ottoman. Grabbing a decorative pillow from the chair, he tossed it onto the floor. “Kneel.” He watched her carefully lower herself to the floor with her knees sunk into the soft cotton. Dropping the belt, he returned to his desk and retrieved the items he’d purchased for her.

Her eyes followed him as he returned to sit in front of her on the ottoman. Each item was carefully scrutinized as he set it on the floor beside him. “Look at me, Lawrence.” He kept his tone steady and firm. Guiding her through the next challenge would determine the depth of her trust in him. When she raised her gaze to his, he ordered, “Tell me our safe word.”