Mastered By The Boss (6 page)

He pulled her back, then pushed forward again, this
time all the way, until her face was tight against him. Then he
pulled her back again.

“That’s right. Fuck my cock with your mouth.”

He released her hair and she kept the pace he’d
started, gliding forward and back. She slipped her hand under his
balls and cradled them in her palm, then caressed. He rewarded her
with a groan.

He was so hard and long. His big shaft filled her.
Deep. His thickness gliding between her lips.

She sucked, stroking his balls gently.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

His hand cupped her head and pulled her deep. She
squeezed him, sucking hard, wanting to give him pleasure. Then he
groaned and hot liquid gushed down her throat.

She caressed his balls as she swallowed.

“Ohhh,” he moaned.

When he was done, she drew back. His spent cock fell
from her mouth.

Was that all he wanted? Would he send her back to
her desk now?

“Stand up,” he commanded hoarsely.

She stood in front of him and his gaze fell to her
breasts.

“Take off the bra.”

She unfastened it, then slid it from her shoulders,
and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples puckered instantly under
his appreciative gaze. He cupped her breasts, stroking lightly.
Tingles of delight danced through her. His thumbs teased her
nipples and she stifled a groan.

He dipped his head and she felt his moist mouth
surround her sensitive bud. His tongue teased her nipple and she
drew in a deep breath as her whole body quivered with need.

He took the other nipple in his mouth and she
thought she’d die from the exquisite pleasure.

“Go lean against my desk,” he ordered.

She obeyed, leaning back against the hard wood. He
sat in the chair, watching her.

“Stroke your breasts.”

She cupped her mounds, then caressed. She tweaked
one of her nipples, heat rushing through her as he watched.

“Now your pussy. I want to watch you stroke it.”

She pulled up her skirt, bunching it at her waist,
then she dipped her hand under her panties. He practically drooled
as she stroked herself under the thin fabric. Her folds were slick
from need.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good.”

“Are you turned on?”

“Yes, sir. I’m wet with need.”

“Let me feel,” he said eagerly.

She stepped forward. He slid his fingers under her
panties and stroked over her slick flesh. Then his thick fingers
glided insider her, making her groan.

“You like me touching you like this?”

“Yes, Mr. Blair.” It was almost a whimper.

He glided his fingers in and out, driving her need
higher.

“Do you like me fucking you with my fingers?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock now?”

“God, yes.”

He chuckled. She watched as he stood up.

“Take off that skirt. And the panties.”

She shed them as she watched his hand wrap around
his cock. He stepped close, then cupped her head. His lips found
hers and their mouths ground together. His tongue pulsed into her,
deep and hard. She murmured her approval.

Then she felt his hard flesh against her slick
opening. His body jerked forward, impaling her with his cock.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned.

He ground his hips against her, his erection deep
inside her. His arm came around her and his hand flattened against
the small of her back, holding her tight to him.

“Tell me what you want now, Kali.”

“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Blair.”

He laughed, then drew back and drove deep again. His
thick shaft glided along her sensitive canal, sending quivering
pleasure radiating through her. He lifted one of her legs, opening
her to him, then thrust forward. She moaned.

“You feel so hot and wet around my cock.” He nuzzled
her neck. “I could stay cradled inside you all day long.”

Then his mouth covered her nipple and he suckled.
Her fingers curled around his head, pulling him closer.

His mouth drew away and he gazed at her. “I’m going
to fuck you now. Hard and fast.”

He drew back, then drove deep into her. His thick,
hard cock was so tight inside her she could feel it pulsing. He
thrust into her again and again. Her heart raced as pleasure
swelled inside her core, spreading throughout her body.

His cock rammed into her, driving her pleasure
higher. She squeezed him inside and he moaned.

“Fuck yeah.” He rode her faster and faster.

“Oh… yeah…” she whimpered.

He pumped harder. She arched against him.

Then she felt it. Building inside her. Intense.
Electrifying. Swamping her senses.

The orgasm rippled through her. She was pummeled by
the myriad of delightful sensations. Her whole world shattering
around her.

“Tell me you’re coming,” he demanded.

“I… I’m coming.” She sucked in a breath. “You’re
making me come.”

“Ah, fuck.” He jerked against her and she felt the
hot eruption inside her.

He held her tight to him as his cock pulsed inside
her. His release drove her pleasure higher and another orgasm
blasted through her.

Finally, the pressure of his hand holding her tight
to his body eased. He gazed down at her and smiled.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, then kissed
her.

“I… uh…thank you.”

He laughed then stepped back. “I think this
arrangement of ours is going to work out quite nicely.

* * *

Kali sat on the bed as she watched Serena touch up
her makeup, then adjust her top to show the right amount of
cleavage, which for Serena was a lot. They’d just spent the
afternoon together shopping. Serena had picked out a sexy new
outfit to wear tonight and she’d invited Kali in to chat while she
got ready for her date.

“You’re lucky you get to see Mr. Jameson on the
weekends.”

Serena laughed. “You mean, he’s lucky. It’s supposed
to be an office romance, which to me means we only see each other
in the office, but he begged so nicely.”

Serena was quite comfortable with her
inconsistencies. They both knew she regularly saw Mr. Jameson after
hours. Like the night of the party.

Kali frowned. What Serena had with her boss was so
much different than what Kali had with Mr. Blair. They’d had their
arrangement for three weeks now and it was wild and sexy, and she
loved being with him… but there was something lacking.

Serena brushed her hair until the long blonde
strands gleamed, then she set down the brush and sat beside
Kali.

“So tell me more about how it’s going with you and
Mr. Blair?”

“Like what?” Kali asked. She’d pretty much kept
Serena posted with any new developments along the way.

Serena grinned. “Like when do you do it?”

Kali hesitated, but she knew Serena lived for this
stuff, and Serena was always so open with Kali…even when Kali would
have preferred a little less openness. Still, she wanted to indulge
her friend.

“Um… so far we’ve done it every day before lunch. He
calls me into his office and we review the day, then he… uh…”

“Orders you to suck his cock?”

“Sometimes.”

“Really? Only sometimes?”

“Well, yes, all the time.”

Serena laughed. “Has he handcuffed you, or spanked
you?”

Kali shifted position. “No. It’s always kind of fast
and furious, you know?”

Serena grinned. “Hard and frantic. I like that.”

“Yeah, me too.” And she did. Knowing he wanted her
so badly he couldn’t wait to drive into her was a real turn on,
but…

“You don’t sound too sure.”

Kali frowned. “It’s just that… I’d like more. Maybe
a long, lingering kiss. A little tenderness.” She pushed her hair
back from her face. “To see each other outside the office.”

“Honey, this is an office fling with your boss.”
Selena shrugged. “It doesn’t work that way.”

Kali nodded. “Yeah, I know. It’s just when I
fantasized about being with Mr. Blair, I…” She sucked in a breath
and shook her head. “Never mind.”

“Ah, honey, you were hoping for flowers and
romance.” Serena rested her hand on Kali’s arm. “That’s not going
to happen.”

Kali stared at her friend, blinking at the threat of
tears.

“Oh, God, Kali. Are you falling for the guy?”

Kali’s eyes widened. “What? No, of course not.”

Serena shook her head. “Are you sure? Because if you
are, you need to stop this thing right now. Don’t get in any
deeper.”

“No, I’m fine,” Kali insisted. “I know what this is.
It’s just sex. Nothing more.”

“That’s right. You remember that.”

Kali nodded, but deep inside she knew she was
lying.

That night, she lay in her bed, longing for Mr.
Blair, wishing he was with her. Making love to her. Then she’d
snuggle in his arms and fall asleep in the warmth of his
embrace.

Monday morning, as she got ready for work, she knew
she had it bad. She hadn’t slept well all weekend, and when she had
slept, her dreams had been filled with hot, erotic sex with her
boss.

God, actually having sex with him in the office
actually left her wanting him more, and leaving her less
satisfied.

And, damn it, she wouldn’t even have that need
satisfied today because he was leaving for a three day business
trip early this afternoon. This week would be pure hell.

As soon as she arrived at the office, she hurriedly
prepared all the things he needed for his trip, pulling together
the proposals and backup documentation he needed to present to the
clients. She barely saw him since his door was constantly closed
while he took back-to-back meetings.

She glanced at the clock on her computer. He had to
leave for the airport in thirty minutes. She had everything ready
to go for him. She had hoped his final meeting would end early
enough that they could squeeze in a little time together in his
office, but she doubted that would happen.

She called to arrange for a driver to take him to
the airport. Just as she hung up the phone, his door opened.

“I’ll be back in three days so we can follow up on
that then,” Mr. Blair said to Mr. Turner as he walked him out the
door.

Mr. Turner left and Mr. Blair went back into the
office. Once the other man had disappeared around the corner, Kali
stood and went into Mr. Blair’s office, then closed the door. She
stood with her back to it, then turned the lock.

Mr. Blair glanced up from the computer. “Kali, I
know we usually…Well, you know I have to leave in a few
minutes.”

“I know. I just wanted a minute.” She walked toward
him, happy to see the hunger in his eyes as she approached. “I know
you don’t have time for our usual morning activity, but…”

She slipped her fingers into her pocket and pulled
out the little bundle, then reached for his hand. When he held it
out, she pressed the scrap of fabric into his palm.

“What’s this?” he asked as he stared at the silk and
lace. Then a slow smile spread across his face as he realized they
were her panties.

“I wanted to give you something to remind you of me
while you’re gone.”

“So you brought these from home?”

She shook her head.

“You didn’t? Then…” His granite eyes glittered as he
seemed to comprehend.

She took his hand and ran it over her hip, so he
could tell there was no panty line.

“They’re the ones I’ve been wearing.”

His eyes grew dark and filled with need.

“Fuck.”

He wrapped his hand around her arm and drew her in
front of him, the desk behind her. The feel of his hand gliding up
her inner thigh, pushing her skirt upward, sent shivers of
anticipation rippling through her.

Then his fingertips found her folds. He stroked the
length.

“You’re fucking naked under this skirt.”

She smiled. “Yes, I am.”

“Ah, fuck, woman.”

He pushed her skirt up, revealing her naked pussy to
his view.

“Sit on the desk,” he commanded.

“I thought you didn’t have time.”

“I’m make time,” he said sharply. “Now do it.”

She sat on the desk and he pressed her knees wide.
Then he leaned forward. She gasped as his tongue brushed her
sensitive flesh, then he nuzzled into her folds. His tongue found
her clit and she arched against him, her hand clutching his head.
He licked and twirled over her tight little bud, sending pleasure
washing through her.

“You taste so good,” he murmured.

She opened wider, giving him more access. One of his
hands moved to her breast and he stroked over the fabric of her
top. But the pressure of his masculine fingers, especially when his
thumb brushed her nipple, wrenched her desire up a notch.

As he lapped at her clit, she felt his fingers slide
inside.

God, she was so slick with need. She clamped tight
around his fingers as the explored her inner passage.

This wasn’t enough. She needed so much more from
him.

“Oh, Mr. Blair, please. I need your cock inside
me.”

He licked her again.

“Please, I beg of you.”

He groaned then stood up. He fumbled with his
zipper, then she saw it. His swollen, rock-hard cock in his hand.
He pressed it to her slick opening.

“Oh, yes. Please fuck me, Mr. Blair.”

He groaned again and thrust deep into her, making
her gasp. He held her tight to his body, both of them sucking in
air in deep breaths.

“Fuck, I love it when you beg.”

For a long moment, she luxuriated in the feel of
their bodies locked together in an embrace, his strong arms around
her holding her tight to his body.

Then he started to move. Slowly at first, then
speeding up. Soon he was driving into her like a jackhammer,
thrusting deep and hard. She clutched his shoulders and moaned.

Pleasure flooded through her like a tsunami, peaking
with a sudden, startling orgasm that shattered her world.