Mastered By The Boss (2 page)

“Would you like to dance?” He held out his hand.

She stared at it for a moment, then finally rested
her hand on his. The physical contact threw her totally off
balance, tingles dancing through her, and when his fingers closed
around hers, heated awareness flickered through her.

She took a last sip of her drink and placed it on a
passing waiter’s tray as Mr. Blair led her to the dance floor.
Before she knew it, his arms swept around her and her body pressed
close to his as he swirled her around the floor. The soft wool of
his jacket brushed against the naked swell of her breasts and her
nipples hardened at the contact.

She breathed in his spicy male scent, sending her
heart fluttering. He was so big, so utterly masculine.

“So Cindy,” he murmured against her ear, his breath
sending goose bumps dancing across her neck. “You’re dressed as a
sub. Does that mean you enjoy being dominated?”

She lifted her head in surprise at his brashness,
but froze when faced with his charming smile. Her heart pounded in
her chest and she wanted…no needed… so badly to have more than this
brief contact. She yearned to live out her fantasy of being with
him. Even just once.

He still stared at her expectantly and she knew he
was waiting for an answer. At a loss, she just nodded.

His smile spread wider. He turned her around, then
rested his hands on her shoulders and guided her from the floor,
walking behind her. Once they were off the dance floor, he leaned
in close, his lips near her ear.

“Come with me.”

His words, spoken in that deep, silky voice, were
like a siren’s call. She could no more resist them than she could
resist breathing.

He took her hand and she followed him from the
crowded room, then up the stairs to a hallway. When they reached
the end, he opened a door and led her into a room. It was a cozy
suite with heavy draperies over the window, a king-sized four
poster bed in dark wood, and a sitting area with a couch and two
armchairs.

As soon as he closed the door, he took her hand and
drew her close. His arms wrapped around her and his hand flattened
on her back, holding her tight to his body. She gazed up into his
granite eyes.

Then his lips brushed against her jaw, nuzzling
lightly, and her whole world imploded. His mouth captured hers and
his tongue dipped between her lips, gliding inside with quiet
authority. He stroked her tongue and she quivered in his arms,
melting against him.

“I want you.” He nipped her earlobe. “And I’m used
to getting what I want.”

Her breath caught.

His finger trailed along the edge of her mask and
dipped under it as if he were going to peel it away. She stiffened
and he laughed.

“As I thought. You wear this sexy, fuck-me outfit
because you have the courage of anonymity. You don’t want me to
remove your mask, do you?”

She shook her head adamantly.

“Good. You’ll be my mystery woman. I won’t know your
name or what you look like, but you will obey my commands.” He
smiled, his dark eyes glittering. “You will do everything I say
without question.”

She peered at him as a shiver raced through her.
God, this couldn’t be happening.

“And you will stay silent. Only speak if you change
your mind and want to stop, but if you do, this is over. Do you
understand?”

She nodded, excitement skittering through her. God,
this was perfect. She could be with him without him realizing who
she was.

His mouth found hers again and she melted against
him.

She couldn’t believe it. After all her
fantasizing…and her hot dreams of being with him… Ryan Blair, the
man she’d longed for ever since she’d started working for him six
months ago, was kissing her. And he was going to touch her.

God, he was going to
fuck
her.

She had longed for this moment, and had been sure it
would never happen, but now…

Butterflies fluttered through her stomach as his
arms tightened. Then she felt his hard, solid cock against her
belly and it became more real than she was ready for. She gasped
and stepped back. Or at least, tried to, but his arms held her
tight.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.” His hand
cupped her ass and he pulled her closer, his cock cradled against
her melting mound. “I want you and I don’t intend to let you get
away.”

He twirled her around and pressed her toward the
wall, then his body crushed her against it. His lips nuzzled her
neck, his cock hard against her backside. Then he pulled her skirt
open and dropped it to the floor. His big hand cupped her naked ass
and he stroked.

“You feel so good.”

His breath against her neck and his hand on her
naked flesh sent scintillating heat through her. His hand glided
downward, sliding between her thighs and he cupped her. His finger
slid under the leather crotch and stroked her dripping wet
folds.

He laughed. “You can’t deny you want me, too.”

His other hand glided between her body and the wall
and he cupped her breast. She found herself arching against his
palm, her nipple swollen with need.

“You want me to fuck you,” he murmured against her
ear.

She nodded, unable to deny it.

He turned her around again, then placed his hand on
top of her head and pressed her downward, until she knelt in front
of him.

“Take out my cock.”

She stared at the zipper in front of her and
hesitated.

“Now,” he insisted sternly.

She unbuttoned his pants, careful not to touch the
swollen bulge in front of her, then pulled the zipper down. The
pants fell open revealing the charcoal cotton of his briefs. And
the outline of his very thick cock.

Oh, God, she wanted to touch it. Tentatively, she
rested her fingertip on the tip. She dragged her finger downward,
slowly, loving the hot, hardness under her touch.

She slid her hand inside the flap and wrapped her
fingers around silky, kid-leather soft skin drawn taut over a
rigid, steel-hard shaft. It pulsed in her grip.

She drew it from the fabric and gazed at it. A large
head, red and big as a plum. Veins bulged along the sides of the
shaft, pulsing with need.

“Suck it.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip.
She had to open wide to take the large head inside, and it filled
her mouth.

“That’s right, baby.”

She squeezed him with her hand as she eased her lips
lower, taking in more of his big erection. He was so thick and
long, though, that she didn’t think she could take him all the way,
but she kept going, opening her throat as much as she could. When
she was halfway down, she stopped, then glided back. Then she dove
deep again. He made a strangled sound and she glanced up at him.
His face was drawn tight with pleasure.

She moved up and down, her hand following. Stroking
him. Triggering groans of pleasure.

She moved faster, then slowed down, then faster
again. She cupped his balls, loving the feel of the heavy sacs in
her hand. She slid off his cock, her hand still stroking his long
shaft and kissed downward to the base. Then she licked his balls.
First one, then the other.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

Encouraged, she opened and took one in her mouth,
then sucked lightly. At his groan, elation swelled through her. She
loved giving him pleasure.

His cock twitched in her hand and she was sure he
was getting close. She took him in her mouth again and sucked. His
pelvis arched forward, pushing him deeper into her mouth. She
sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing.

“Stop,” he commanded, his voice pained.

Startled, she stopped sucking and drew away. Had she
done something wrong?

His eyes, filled with desperate need, locked on
hers.

“I don’t want this to end too fast.”

He drew her to her feet and pulled her into his
arms, then kissed her hard, his tongue driving into her mouth.

“Now, take off you bra.”

She reached behind and unhooked the leather bra,
then eased the straps from her shoulders, but she held it to her
chest.

“I said, take it off.” His voice sounded low and
dangerous, and his eyes glittered with authority.

She swallowed, then lowered it. His gaze dropped to
her naked breasts, focusing on the puckered rose tips.

He lowered his head and captured one in his mouth.
Heat stabbed through her, from breast to her contracting vagina.
God, she wanted him inside her.

He shifted to her other nipple, and suckled softly.
She moaned at the exquisite sensation.

His hand stroked down her stomach, then she felt him
ease her leather panties downward. He guided them down her thighs
to her ankles. When his hand cupped her naked mound, her dripping
juices glazing his palm, she moaned.

She stepped out of the panties and opened her legs,
giving him easier access.

He turned her around, and she found herself facing a
mirror. His hands cupped her breasts and she couldn’t help staring
as he caressed her round flesh. It was so erotic and… wicked. One
of his hands glided downward, then cupped her mound again. When she
felt his fingers push inside her moist flesh, she moaned. In
fascination, her gaze locked on his hand as his fingers moved
inside her, thrusting gently. She squeezed him with intimate
muscles, sending the pleasure up a notch.

“Fuck you are so hot and tight.”

He turned and guided her toward the bed until she
was pressed against it, then he leaned her forward. She rested her
hands on the bedspread as she felt his hard cock brush her ass,
then he pushed it between her thighs and…

She whimpered as his hard cockhead pushed against
her slick opening, then glided in a little.

He drew back, leaving her wanting, then slid forward
a little more. Each time he moved forward, he went a little
deeper.

“I’m going to fuck you now. My cock is going to
drive deep. Do you want that?”

She nodded, desperate to feel him all the way
inside.

Then he drove forward, filling her all the way. She
gasped at the sudden invasion, her passage clenching around him. He
held her tight to his body, unmoving, giving her time to get used
to his massive cock inside her.

“Do you like me inside you?” he whispered against
her ear.

She nodded, wishing he would start moving.

He drew back, then drove forward again. He slid his
hand under her stomach and lifted, then drove deep again. The
change in angle caused a ripple through her. It was just…
better.

His cock glided in and out, stroking her tender
passage. Pleasure built within her, expanding with each thrust.
Then his fingertips brushed her clit and she moaned.

He filled her over and over with his hard cock. It
pulsed inside her and she knew he was close. She arched against
him, feeling her own orgasm growing near. She wanted to cry out his
name. To ask him to drive deeper. To beg that he fuck her hard. But
she kept control, not wanting him to recognize her voice.

He thrust deep again, his swollen cockhead
stretching her insides. At the same time, he flicked her clit
mercilessly. She arched against his hand, then felt it. The hot
swell of pleasure expanding from her core. Filling her entire body,
and beyond…

He kept thrusting, driving her pleasure higher. She
realized she was moaning. It had started as a soft whimper and had
built to a reedy wail.

“You’re coming,” he murmured against her ear.

She nodded, her wail intensifying.

He thrust faster, then jerked against her and held
tight. She could feel his cock swell, then his hot seed erupt
inside her.

After a moment, he started thrusting again,
reigniting her waning orgasm until she moaned loud and long. Joy
burst through her and she wailed her shattering release.

Finally, he slowed as her pleasure ebbed. Then he
just held her, his body pressed tight to her back.

After a few moments, he nuzzled her neck, then he
stood up. His cock pulled free and she instantly missed its girth
inside her.

“That was amazing. Now lie on the bed.”

She prowled onto the bed and lay on her back, her
head on the pillow.

“Nice. Now open your legs.”

She widened her thighs, aware of his intense
charcoal gaze locked on her pussy. It tingled under his
scrutiny.

He sat on the bed beside her, his hand resting on
her bare stomach. Then he drew circles with his fingertip, moving
downward. Past her navel. Over her lower stomach. When he reached
her open pussy, he found her clit, then circled around it. His
fingertip teased over it, sending heat thrumming through her again.
He could so easily take her to orgasm all over again.

But he just toyed with her. Circling her sensitive
bud, then swirling back to her stomach. He gently teased her
nipples, then found her clit again. His fingers slid inside her
melting opening, stroked a couple of times, then slipped away
again.

He teased her like that for a long time. Keeping her
on edge. Nearly panting. Needy and wanting him.

She noticed his cock was swelling again. Pushing
upward like a rocket ready to launch. She itched to take the thick
shaft in her hand, but she resisted. He was the one in control.

He stood up and walked to the chair by the bed and
sat down, his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. He wrapped his
hand around it.

“Come over here,” he demanded.

She stood up and walked to him, then he took her
hand and drew her closer, until she knelt over her lap. He brushed
his cockhead against her sensitive folds.

“Now fuck me.”

She bit her lip, then lowered herself onto his rock
hard member. He held it in place as she glided downward, taking him
in slowly. Then she was pressed tight against his groin, their
gazes locked.

Oh, God, she felt so vulnerable. Sitting on his lap
naked, his big cock deep inside her.