Now, Please (2 page)

I pulled up my instant messenger and sent a note off to Hunter.

O
livia Jonston
: I’m ready to head home…

A
moment later
, I received the reply:

H
unter Carlisle
: Come in here. Lock the door behind you.

“
P
lease
,” I muttered to finish his sentence. My stomach rolled and my sex tightened up. I glanced toward the elevators, making sure Brenda had gone. Then I smoothed out my clothes.

Oh God. This was it. I was about to waltz in, on command, and do whatever Hunter demanded.

I brushed my hair out of my face and then wiped my forehead of sudden perspiration. Tingles of nervousness worked through my body.

I was excited, yes. And horny as hell, but…I was going to give him the power. I was going to let him dominate me. It was terrifying. Exciting, but also terrifying.

Okay. Here goes.

I rolled my shoulders like a boxer. There was only one way to find out if I was comfortable with this.

I walked toward the office. Rabid butterflies ate away at my stomach. I stepped through the door.

Hunter sat at his desk, focused on his computer like he always was. Nothing in his demeanor had changed. His shoulders were relaxed. His movements were slow, almost lazy. He was completely at ease, utterly in his element. He was behaving as if the contract was in effect, I had no doubt.

I closed the door with a soft click, then turned the lock. Just him and me now.

Me at his mercy.

I walked toward him slowly, the flight reflex still tingling in my limbs. He looked up when I reached halfway and slowly leaned back in his chair. His gaze slid down my body before rising to meet my eyes. He pointed to his right at a space between his desk and the couch. “Stand over there.”

Breathing became more difficult as the weight of expectation settled on my chest. Stiffly, more scared than thrilled, I made my way over.

I’d never submitted to anyone before. Not completely. I’d never given someone control like this.

What if I hate it? What will it mean for Hunter and me?

Hunter rose from his seat in a fluid movement. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, revealing his broad, muscular shoulders through the thin dress shirt. Once the jacket was laid across the top of his chair, he walked with slow, purposeful steps until he was right in front of me.

Topping my height by half a foot or more, he looked down into my eyes as his size overwhelmed me. His solidly built body oozed power and dominance. His eyes, hooded and smoldering, held his confidence and command, shocking into me and heating my core. His gaze roamed my face before settling on my lips.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, Olivia,” he said softly. “Any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop.”

“Okay,” I breathed, soaking in his heat and power. Sucking in the delicious scent of expensive aftershave and
man.

He surveyed me for another moment, his eyes slipping down to my breasts before glancing at my throat. He bent slowly until his lips just glanced off the side of my neck. “Relax,” he whispered.

His deep voice fizzled through my body as his lips softly touched my skin. Goosebumps spread from the point of contact until I shivered with desire.

“You’ll like this.” He lightly sucked a spot just over my pulse. “You’ll like pleasing me.”

My breath came faster. His presence, and his body, had me leaning forward, wanting his touch. Craving it. In the small space between us, electricity surged.

He straightened up again. His eyes delved deeply into me. “Take off my tie.”

With shaking hands, I worked at the knot around his neck. I unraveled it and slid it from under his collar. I almost dropped it to the ground, but it was probably worth a couple hundred dollars, at least, knowing Hunter’s tastes. I glanced around for the closest place to lay it down.

“Go put it on my jacket,” he commanded.

I walked with a wobble, unsteady legs and high heels not being a great combination. I draped the silk on his tailored jacket and returned to the same place I had just left, determined not to take a step back and show my continued nervousness.

“Take off your clothes.”

My whole body started to shake this time, adrenaline and anxiety creating something decidedly unsexy. If he noticed, though, he gave no sign as I undid the buttons down my front and stripped the material away from my suddenly perspiring body. I reached behind me for the zipper of my skirt, pushing the garment to the ground a moment later. I was too nervous to seek out somewhere to put my clothes—the ground was fine for them.

My face colored in embarrassment as I reached around behind my torso for my bra strap. I hesitated, unsure if I could do this. He was still fully clothed, watching me with passionate, heat-soaked eyes.

“Take it off, Olivia.” His voice held the unyielding command that always managed to heat my skin and boil my bones.

Breath coming faster, I undid the clasp and closed my eyes as the material slid down my body and dropped to the floor.

“Good girl. Now your panties.”

I can do this. I’ve undressed in front of boyfriends before. This is no big deal.

I hooked my fingers through the straps in my thong and pushed them down my hips. This was probably the unsexiest strip he’d ever seen in his life, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t rush me. He just waited until I had let the lacy garment slip to my ankles and stepped out of them, teetering wildly as my balance swung off-center.

I felt a large, warm hand brace me until I was free of them, then it pulled away as I straightened up to stand on my own.

I was left in high heels. That was it.

My nipples constricted with both the cold air and increased anticipation. I looked up with a face that must have shown my embarrassment, and met his hungry eyes.

“Undo my shirt buttons, but don’t take off my shirt.”

I worked at the first, with trembling fingers, and took a deep breath. Focusing, I undid the top button, and worked on down, revealing a chest and stomach cut from a statue of perfection. His pecs were defined but not too big, leading down into abs so flawless they looked painted on.

Heat filled me. I wanted to bend forward and kiss those glorious abs.

“Undo my pants.”

Metal jingled as I undid the clasp. The button was cold. I slid down the zipper, revealing blue boxer briefs straining with his bulge. I lightly traced the edges of the elastic band, his skin searing my fingertips. Unable to help myself, knowing I was stepping out of bounds, I let my fingers trace the grooves of his stomach. My body was revved up, hot and cold and needing to be touched.

“Take my cock out.” His voice was tight. His breath ruffled my hair.

Hands steadier, body on fire, I reached beneath the elastic and felt along his velvety skin. Gently, I pulled his hard shaft from its confinement, seeing his daunting size straining toward me.

“Get on your knees.”

Another thrill coursed through me, but this time, it was all excitement.

I bent to my knees, more graceful than at any moment since I had locked the door. His prominent erection was at chin level. I salivated with the need to taste him. To slide my lips over his girth and hear him release a breath in pleasure.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I looked up and met those sexy, deep brown eyes filled with fire. “Suck my cock.”

Without wasting any time, I grabbed his base as I licked around the tip. I then licked up the length before closing my eyes and taking him into my mouth.

“Look at me while you suck my cock, Olivia.”

I let my gaze take the long way up, moving over his delicious upper body and shapely, full lips before meeting his eyes. Heat raged in me, squeezing my core and speeding up the plummet of my mouth on his erection. I took him in deep, past my gag reflex and into my throat. I’d only taken someone—him—that deeply once before, and hadn’t mastered it. My throat tried to eject him and my eyes watered, but I pushed harder, watching his eyes flutter with the sensation of my mouth.

I backed off then, my hand trailing behind my mouth on his shaft, before taking him in again. And again. His body flexed, large muscles drawing my eyes. I sucked harder, moved faster, sliding my palm over his skin as my mouth took him in hungry gulps.

As his breathing became labored, his hand slid over my head and clutched my hair. He groaned right before he exploded in my mouth.

I slowed as he exhaled heavily. His muscles began to relax. I felt his hand drift down the side of my head and stroke my ear affectionately. A moment later, his body slumped.

When I was sure he was done, I let go, continuing to look up at him. Wanting him to tell me what was next, or if he had finished. Usually, with admins, he’d turn away. I expected that now.

He bent down and helped me up by my upper arms. He left his hands on me as he softly asked, “Do you want to clean up, or are you okay?”

“Are you finished?” I slid my hands up his torso, savoring the feeling of his smooth skin.

His eyes closed with a sigh. “Usually, yes, but…” His brow furrowed.

“I’ll just visit the restroom. Why don’t you sit on the couch?” I traced his lips with my fingers.

“I shouldn’t,” he whispered, a hint of fear starting to edge into his eyes. “I have work to do.”

“You might get a second wind.” I leaned forward and licked his nipple before sucking it in. His breath hitched.

“Okay,” he said quietly.

I attempted a sexy saunter to the bathroom. Heels had to be the devil’s creation. If I wasn’t hellbent on mastering the stupid things, I’d forget about them altogether.

Once in his private bathroom, I splashed water on my face, cleaned the smudges from under my eyes, and had a swig of his mouthwash. I figured using his toothbrush might be a bit brazen. Especially since I’d just…

When I walked back out he was sitting on the couch with his head resting against the back and his eyes closed. He’d removed all his clothes, including his socks, which was nice. Too often men forgot to take them off.

His eyes opened as I stopped in front of him. He looked up at me, pausing on my private areas before reaching my eyes. His manhood was at half-mast, already recovering.

“I thought you were a once-a-week kinda guy,” I said, not really sure where to start. Hop on and go for a ride, or inch on slowly so as not to startle the prey? Decisions, decisions.

“Usually, I am.”

I slid my legs over his slowly, relishing the feeling of skin on skin. I let my palms glide over his broad shoulders as my wet sex lined up with his stiffening manhood. He bent forward, kissing my neck before leaning me back to take a taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked in. Tendrils of pleasure wound down through my body. I closed my eyes as he switched nipples, moving my hips over his. His shaft, nearly hard again, worked between my nether lips, getting everything slick and ready.

“Hmm, Olivia,” he said as he kissed up my chest and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck me.”

A hard dose of desire pumped through me. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, staring down at his lips as I moved up, lining up his tip with my opening. I put my head down, seeing his fear as my lips neared his. His head jerked back a little and his eyes rounded. Whatever had happened with that maid, or someone else, Hunter Carlisle was terrified of being kissed on the mouth. Every time he thought that was coming, he shut down. A sick fascination kept me trying, though.

I veered toward his cheek as I sat down slowly, feeling him enter me. His size filled me up, pushing a long moan from my throat. My lips hit off his cheek before grazing his chin covered in coarse stubble. I lifted my hips and then sat back down, plunging onto him.

“Mmm,” I sighed, gyrating upward as his hands squeezed my hips. I rose up and then sat down hard again, rocking the couch. I yanked his hair before biting his neck, needing a deep, passionate kiss and having to compensate in some other way for not getting it. I sat down harder, and again, increasing my pace. His manhood filled me, hitting places that made my eyes roll back in my head.

“Hunter,” I breathed, rocking. “Ohhh.”

His hands slid up my back and hooked on my shoulders, pulling me down harder. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through me. I clutched the back of the couch as he sat me down again, driving deep.

“Yes,” I exalted, feeling the heat. Feeling the tightness. Winding up as waves of pleasure hit me. “Please.”

My head fell back as I bounced on him, plunging him into me over and over. Our breathing filled the room. His hot mouth settled on my neck, and I gasped for breath as he pounded my body from beneath. The couch squeaked as we moved.

“Hunter…” I hugged his upper body as he leaned forward, encircling me in his strong arms. He stood with me clutching him, thrusting upward as I jerked my hips. The feeling of him, so big, so deep, had me begging, over and over, to climax.

He yanked my hair, ripping another moan from me, as he pumped into my body. I groaned and panted, the sparks of pleasure excruciating now.

“Please, Hunter,” I said. Wanting us to come together. Wanting that command.

He thrust harder, two big pushes that had me unable to respond. I clutched tight, nails digging into his skin. Eyes squeezed shut.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded.

Everything exploded. My body flew apart, sizzling and burning, pleasure running through the cracks and covering me completely. I held on to him, shivering in ecstasy as he squeezed me to him.

My glorious climax drained away slowly, small bursts firing in succession before settling to a pleasant vibration in the aftermath. I melted around him, my arms dangling down his back as my head rested on his shoulder.

He backed up and sat on the couch, keeping himself inside me. He shifted me so my face was against his neck and my torso rested against his. A warm feeling rose up inside of me as I lay, feeling his heart beat against mine. His breath against my hair. His delicious smell on my skin. I sighed in contentment.