More Pleasures (5 page)

She did as she was told and I slid my cock into her mouth. I put my hand on her head, and she stilled, waiting for me to take control. I twisted my fingers in her silky hair and pulled her towards me. I was still soft enough that she could take all of me without a problem. I held her against me as she worked her tongue around my cock as it swelled. I waited for her to struggle, but she didn't. I pulled her back, letting her have a moment to breathe before I pushed forward again. Again, she took it all.

I moaned as the head of my cock slid down her throat. She swallowed, throat muscles massaging me. I put my other hand on her head, holding her still as I thrust into her mouth. I kept my strokes steady and even, not wanting to push her too far, but it still felt amazing. Her eyes stayed down, hands clasped, her body motionless.

After a few minutes, I pulled back, my cock glistening. I was hard, but didn't want sex yet. I needed to let off some steam.

“Stand up.”

She did as she was told, assuming the position with her feet shoulder distance apart. I circled around her, wishing I had some of the things from my playroom. A flogger, maybe a dildo or some other toy. I wanted to see if I could make her break her silence.

I pulled my belt from my pants. I didn't use one very often, but I knew how to do it without damaging her. I ran my hand over her ass and gently squeezed. Nothing.

“I'm going to use this.” I held up the belt so she could see it. “Spank your ass until it's red. Then I'm going to bend you over the bed and fuck you.”

I tapped her ass with the leather of the belt, but she didn't flinch. This wasn't her first time. I took a step back and snapped the belt against one cheek. A faint pink stained her skin. I swung again, harder this time. Still, no sound. As I continued, her skin turned from pink to red, but I didn't get a gasp or a moan. Nothing to indicate if she was enjoying herself or if she bore this because she had to.

I scowled, tossing the belt onto the bed. This wasn't doing anything for me. I wanted a response, to know what she was feeling. I understood her instructions from her Master, but she didn't even appear to be struggling against the command. That was the problem with dealing with a Sub who'd been trained by a singular Dom. They knew what their Master liked, not necessarily how to please others.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked it, the feel of familiar flesh under my palm. “Bend over the bed.”

She walked over to the bed and did as I asked. No complaint, no attitude at all. I preferred a woman with some fire, even in a Sub. I walked up behind her and put one hand on her hip. I reached between her legs and found her wet. I guess that answered whether or not she was enjoying herself. That was something, at least, I supposed.

I rolled a condom over my cock and positioned myself at her entrance. I thought about going slow, but decided against it. I snapped my hips forward and finally felt a response. Her body jerked and she sucked in a breath. I wasn't sure it counted as a sound, but it was something.

I slammed into her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Her breasts swayed with every thrust and her ass burned against my skin. I slid a hand beneath her. Her master hadn't said she couldn't come, only that she couldn't make a sound. I intended to find out if she could come silently.

My fingers found her clit easily enough, swollen and throbbing. She hissed as I brushed my finger across the sensitive flesh. I rubbed it harder, not quite rough, but hard enough that whatever she was experiencing was doubled in intensity. Fast enough to hurt. Judging by the way her body started to push back against me, that was what she liked.

I drove deep into her as I pinched her clit and she came with a moan. It wasn't a loud sound, but it was a sound nonetheless.

“Your master isn't going to be happy with you.” I fisted her hair, twisting her head back to look at me.

“Since I'm to be punished already.” Her voice was thick with desire. “May I ask a request?”

“Ask.”

She writhed back against me. “Fuck my ass.”

Not what I was expecting.

“Please,” she asked.

“Don’t you want to come again?”

“If you fuck my ass, I will.”

I pulled out of her and took my hand from between her legs. My fingers were slick with her arousal. I pressed my finger against her asshole, working it in much easier than I'd expected.

Lita moaned. “More.”

I slapped her ass with my hand, hard enough to make my palm hurt.

“Sir, please. Sir. More.”

Better. I rewarded her with a second finger. She threw back her head and moaned deep in her throat.

“Sir, I'm ready, Sir.” She pushed back against my hand, shoving my fingers deeper. Harder. Faster.

I knew I hadn't stretched her enough, but I withdrew my fingers and placed my cock against her. I moved slowly, finding less resistance than I normally would. She made a practice of this, I was sure. She clearly loved the pleasure pain it gave her.

“Does your master fuck you like this?” I asked as my balls rested against her hot cheeks. Her muscles gripped me, squeezed me, sucked me in.

“Only when I've been good, Sir.”

“So you figured I'd give you your reward since your master's going to punish you?” I pulled back and eased forward again. Lita didn't say anything, but it didn't matter. I knew the answer anyway.

Suddenly, I just wanted this to be done. I didn't want to be here, not really. My cock was throbbing painfully, begging me to finish, so I moved faster. There was no real desire, nothing but the basic primal need for release. Lita was making all sorts of sounds of pleasure now, leaning on one arm as her fingers were busy beneath her. I could feel her body starting to tense and knew she was close again.

“Just come, already, dammit!” I growled from between gritted teeth.

As if she'd been waiting for permission or a command, she came. Her body stiffened, muscles tightening around me until I exploded. The pleasure was there, racing across my nerves, but it was a mere release of pressure, the same I'd feel if I'd had a headache go away or relieved an overly full bladder. There was no connection, nothing to make me lose myself. Nothing that made me want to do it again.

I pulled out of her ass and climbed off the bed, heading to the bathroom without a word. I climbed into the shower without waiting for it to heat up. The cold drops were like ice against my skin at first and I began to shiver. I closed my eyes as I leaned against the back wall, the tile cool against my palms. What was I doing?

Lara had broken my heart and I'd vowed to never risk that hurt again unless I found someone who was worth it. But was I really looking? Not that I thought I should be out there searching for a woman, but the places I went to find women, the women I took to bed, these weren’t the kind of woman I'd ever fall for. They were distractions, one night stands. I made sure it was never anything else.

I'd always told myself that I was protecting myself, but had that been an excuse? A lie I'd told myself so I wouldn't have to face the truth? The truth was… I was absolutely petrified, but not of being hurt again. Not really. The fear was there, but it wasn't forefront in my mind. No, I was afraid that I would never fall in love for real. That I'd never find the kind of woman who I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. The kind of woman who would challenge me emotionally and intellectually. Someone I could talk to and enjoy being with. Whose body would respond to mine. The sort of woman I would be willing to give up everything for, but who would never ask it of me.

I knew she didn’t exist.

I rubbed my hands over my face and reached back for the hotel shampoo. I'd thought I hadn't really known what I'd wanted, which was why I'd been on a mission to keep looking. That wasn't the case. I knew what I wanted, I just didn't think I'd ever find it.

One thing was for sure, though, what I was doing had to stop. I couldn't keep living like this. I didn't know what that would mean for the future, but I had a feeling it would mean throwing myself into work until nothing else registered.

I'd call Zeke, I decided. Talk it over with him. He'd help me figure out where I wanted to go next.

Chapter 6

“Shit!” I slammed my hand down on the desk.

“Rylan?”

I looked up as Emmaline walked into my office. I encouraged my employees to see me whenever they needed something and since the elevator door led right into my office, I rarely got a warning before someone came in. It definitely kept me honest, but sometimes it could be a real pain in the ass.

“What can I do for you, Emmaline?” I gave her a genuine, albeit tired, smile.

“I had an idea for a program,” she said. “And I was wondering, since the beta testing finishes up tomorrow, if I could work on my idea.”

I held out a hand and she gave me the papers she'd been carrying. Everyone at Archer Enterprises had it written into their contracts that they were allowed to come up with their own programs, as long as they followed procedure. They needed to provide a clear proposal of what they wanted to accomplish and it couldn't take precedence over any contracted jobs the company received. Once the basic coding was finished, they'd submit it to me and I'd either make an offer for them to sell their program to Archer Enterprises and continue working on it with the team, or I'd tell them I wasn't interested and they'd have to cease all work on company time. I always offered more than fair compensation if I bought out the program and I'd never had anyone whose work I accepted complain. The ones I turned down, well, that was a different story, but nothing I really worried about.

I glanced over her proposal, surprised that she'd actually come up with something this sophisticated. It wasn’t that I thought Emmaline wasn't intelligent, but there was a reason I had her in beta testing rather than development. Still, her proposal was decent and there was definite potential there.

“Go ahead and run with it once you're finished with your beta testing reports.” I put the proposal into a folder and wrote her name on it. When she didn't make a move to leave, I looked up. “Is there anything else?”

“Oh, no, sorry.” She smiled at me. “Thank you.”

I gave her a nod and waited until she left before turning my attention back to the screen. I'd done a lot of the work on this particular program, writing and re-writing code until I knew it like the back of my hand. The people who'd had their hands on it last should've only been doing a basic touch-up, but there was an entirely new section I hadn't seen before.

I checked the log-in sheets against the time the code had been written and it was Ned's name that popped up again. My gut said it wasn't him, but I had to be sure and the best way to do that was to just ask. Ned was the kind of guy who couldn't lie. His ears would turn red and he wasn’t able to maintain eye contact.

I picked up the phone and dialed the extension. He answered almost immediately. “Ned, it's Rylan. Could you come to my office?”

While I waited, I studied the code more carefully. I knew Ned's work. I'd been seeing it almost from day one. Every programmer had their own unique style, though to a lay-person, there'd seem to be no difference. Whoever had done this hadn't been subtle. Aside from being one of my best programmers, Ned was smart. If he'd really written this code, he would've made it much harder for me to find.

“Rylan,” Ned said as he stepped off of the elevator. “Is something wrong?”

“Have a seat.” I gestured to one of the chairs on the other side of my desk. “I have a couple questions I need you to answer, but I can't tell you why.”

Ned looked confused, but not guilty, which I took to be a positive sign. “All right.”

“Where were you last Tuesday night?” I went with the first time I'd seen his name more than average.

I watched Ned access his mental calendar, then look back at me with certainty on his face. “I was here for a while. I stayed late that night.” His forehead wrinkled in concentration. “I was having a problem with my log-ins. Truman and I stayed until about six-thirty. Then I went to a talent show at my niece's high school.”

“Did Truman leave with you?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I was in a hurry. The show started at seven and I didn't want to be late. He said he'd finish up for me.”

“And Thursday night?”

His eyes stared at the wall in thought, then zoned in and returned to mine. “Home,” he said. “I left work on time, went straight home and stayed there.”

I knew he was divorced and didn't have any kids, so I doubted anyone had seen him. Knowing Ned, he'd probably spent the night reading.

“Is everything all right?” His concern was evident in his voice, but it seemed totally focused on me and not on himself. Either Ned had vastly improved his acting skills or he had nothing to do with my little programming problem. I was inclined to believe the latter.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” I said with a smile. “Go ahead back to your work.”

He nodded. I could tell he was still confused about what was going on, but he didn't press matters. Yet another reason why I genuinely liked Ned. I waited until he left and turned back to the program on my screen.

I was glad I'd decided to check things completely this time. On a lot of programs over the last year, I'd trusted my employees and just given things a once over. That was how the stupid obscene easter egg had gotten into that game. With a security system I planned to sell to the Justice Department, however, I'd felt it necessary to go over every line myself before running a trial.