Seduced by the CEO (8 page)

She swallowed. Her mind raced as she thought about what
he planned on doing to her—what she wanted him to do to her.

“You’re lying on that bed, naked, with your arms and
ankles bound.” He nibbled her lower lip. “That sweet pussy is drenched with
your desire, tempting me all too well of forgetting everything I know and
taking you right away. But neither one of us wants that. You want pleasure, not
a five second orgasm that you forget the moment you leave. I want to give you
what you want.”

His voice sounded as smooth as whiskey igniting a
spark of desire in her core. He had already seduced her. With him simply
looking at her, her panties grew damp.

“Your body has never felt this kind of pleasure. All I
ask is for your trust.” His finger traveled from her shoulder heading into her
cleavage. “Can you trust me enough to give you everything you want?”

She opened her eyes when he undid the top button of her
blouse. “You don’t know what I want because you’ve never asked me.”

“I know what you want.” He undid the next one and met
her eyes. “I want it, too.”

She grabbed his hand. “I want to see the other rooms.”
She swallowed. “And the dungeon.”

He stepped away, looking mildly frustrated, and pulled
the door open. “After you.”

Kristin stepped out into the hallway and headed to the
right. He gave her a brief tour of the four special rooms, then led her to the
dungeon. Micah flipped on the light and it did little to illuminate the area.

She glanced around. Before, when she had walked
through the dungeon, she hadn’t had time to notice the equipment. And it did
have a lot of equipment lining the walls. She swallowed hard and tried to keep
her reaction neutral.

“You can move about as you please. There’s nobody
here.”

She met his eyes. “You use this stuff?”

He sighed, obviously growing frustrated with her
questions. “Yes. In the past. I don’t come to the dungeon that often anymore.”

She headed to the left of the room, taking note of the
barber chair with straps on it. Next to it was a medical exam table. She took a
deep breath. The room was filled with various props. The far wall had a web,
something she had seen another man chain a woman to. Stools and benches
separated the larger pieces of equipment with a cross of sorts taking up the
middle of the room. He even had a designated area for paddles, whips, and masks
of all kinds.

“How long have you been doing this?”

Micah remained in his spot near the entrance of the
room. “Most of my sexual life. I’ve only owned this club for three years
though.”

She stared at the assortment of paddles. “And women
consent to this?” She lifted a paddle off the hook and felt her eyes widen.
“This is real wood. Some woman allows you to hit her with this?”

He nodded.

She smacked the paddle against her hand, flinching at
the sting. “Would you ever let a woman hit you with this?”

He moved from his spot, coming her way. “Is that what
you want? To spank me with a paddle?”

“You are definitely
more naughty
than me.” She fingered one of the holes in the wood and glanced up at him.

He reached for the paddle and placed it on the hook.
He exchanged it for another paddle, one that was a bit smaller in size. He
handed it to her and surprisingly, it fit well in her hand.

“Go ahead.”

Chapter
Seven

Micah knew he had to be fucking insane if he was
consenting to allowing her to paddle his ass. He had never stepped out of the
dominant role to become a submissive. Never thought he would, either.

“You want me to hit you?”

“Not really,” Micah stood beside her with his hands on
his hips. “I want you to trust me. I’m giving up my power, my control, to you.”

She debated. “You’re giving me your trust, so I will
trust you?”

Micah took a deep breath. He should have—and would
have—stopped a long time ago, but Kristin sparked a different reaction in him.
He wanted her trust. He wanted to prove to her that he deserved it. So what if
he fucking lost his mind and gave her the dominant role? He refrained from
groaning at his own stupid realization.

“Trust goes both ways, doesn’t it?”

She gripped the paddle and looked up at the rest of
the equipment. “What’s the point of the gag?”

He chuckled. “To keep your partner from talking you to
death.”

She met his eyes. “You never mentioned using one of
those on me.”

He leaned against the wall. “I didn’t mention it
because I don’t plan to use one of those on you. Despite your insistent
questioning.”

She pursed her lips. “You really think you know what I
want sexually?”

“Yes. I do.”

She hung the paddle up where he had found it. “Okay
then. Let’s see how you do.”

“Do you want this?”

God help him, he wanted her to. He wanted her to
submit. Micah stood, arms crossed over his chest. He wanted to kiss her and
fuck her until their energy was spent. Damn, he wanted her tied to his bed,
screaming his name as he plunged into her slick pussy. Or her tight ass. His
mind swam with all the possibilities.

“Answer me.”

Kristin faced him. “Yes.”

****

Micah took her to room two, the tamest of the four.
She hadn’t so much as even stepped in the room before he gave her his first
command.

“Undress.”

With shaky hands, Kristin pulled her shirt from her
skirt and up over her head. She watched his face as he took in her purple lacy
bra. If he liked it, she’d never know. He had a poker face even the best
players would envy. Next, she worked on the zipper of her skirt, letting it fall
to her ankles. She kicked it aside. A quick glance and his cock gave away his
true reaction. A slight thrill shot through her.

“Take everything off. I don’t want anything on your
body.”

Just breathe. Don’t
forget to breathe.
Unhooking her bra, she freed her breasts to his view. He watched her like a man
possessed. The look on his face made her feel desired. He wanted her and there
was no coyness about it.
She slipped
her panties down her legs and he motioned with his fingers for her to come to
him.

The dungeon had been an eye opener. She never intended
to do anything in that room, but the possibilities filled her mind faster than
she could push them away.

“Are you wet enough for my cock?”

She nodded. She was soaked. Micah brushed his finger along
the swell of her breast.

“Get on the bed, face up, legs apart.”

Kristin turned away and climbed onto the bondage bed.
The PVC sheets clung to her clammy skin. She lay in the middle with her head on
the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, legs slightly apart.

“You look like you’re about to lose your virginity.”
He frowned. “Or become a sacrifice for some weird cult.”

She swallowed. What the hell was she supposed to look
like? She fidgeted, anxiety building inside her. She didn’t like his cold tone.
The last time they’d been together, he’d been so gentle. He’d given her
pleasure without thinking about his own. In the dungeon, he had let her roam
about, answering any questions she asked.

He came to the end of the bed and brushed a knuckle
along her instep. She jerked her foot away.

“Relax, Kristin.” He pushed her legs apart and crawled
between them. He forced her hands to her sides and leaned over her to give her
a kiss. His long body fit perfectly against her. She stared into his dark eyes
as his soft lips pressed lightly against hers. The way he looked at her made
her feel like the sexiest woman he knew. Like he couldn’t get enough of her. He
was polished in the boardroom with his tailored suits and impeccable taste. But
the club brought about a different side of him,
something
 
she
liked. He’d lost the suit coat and
tie during some point. His chestnut hair was disheveled instead of perfectly in
place. He looked like a man who had spent a long day at the office and couldn’t
wait to fuck his woman.

She closed her eyes and told herself to calm down. Maybe
not for the long haul, but for the moment, she was his woman. She parted her
lips and he slipped his tongue inside. She relished the way he tasted. Loved
the way he nipped and licked. Her resistance lessened the longer he kissed her.
Her body softened to his will. His hands bracketed her wrists to the bed while
his big body pressed her against the mattress.

He moved slightly, pressing kisses to her cheek, her
nose, her chin. Soft, sweet kisses that she assumed were to calm her anxiety.
He nudged her chin and pressed a kiss against the sweet spot on her neck.

Kristin finally relaxed, taking a deep breath as she simply
took in the sensations he created in her body. It started in her toes, each
kiss making them curl on their own. Her nipples beaded against his crisp shirt
as he continued to kiss and lick the side of her neck. He tightened his hold on
her wrists and pressed his pelvis harder against her.

“I can feel the heat of your pussy through my pants.”
He pushed up from her and bent to lick one nipple.

His cock rubbed against her. Kristin moaned and lifted
her hips to meet his. He scraped his teeth across her nipple and elicited a
shiver through her body. He had the ability to make her flesh scream for his
attention, and he used that ability well.

“Lie still.”

He moved away to the far wall and grabbed two loops of
black rope. Kristin took a deep breath. He wrapped it around her ankle and tied
it to the bed post, giving her little room to move her leg. He repeated the
action with the other foot.

“Micah, I don’t know about this.” Her fear rose as he
went to the wall and grabbed a pair of handcuffs.

“I do.” He snapped one around her wrist and looped it
through the rails in the headboard, snapping it around the other wrist within
seconds.

Anxiety set in. “No. I don’t want this. Undo me.”

She tugged at the binds only making them tighter. Her
breaths came in short gasps. She closed her eyes as her mind spun in a dizzying
motion. This wasn’t happening.

Micah smoothed his hand along her stomach. “Calm down.
Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”

She struggled again, this time cutting her wrists with
the handcuffs. “I can’t do it. Undo me. Let me go.”

Tears ran down her cheeks, wetting her temples. Micah
leaned down to glance into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

She gasped and panted for breath. “I can’t breathe.”

He stayed in her line of sight. “This won’t work if
you do not trust me. You can’t simply say you do so I’ll give you an orgasm.
You have to fully trust me, Kristin. Now tell me, do you?”

“I’m claustrophobic,” she blurted. Kristin closed her
eyes as more tears fell to her temples.

Micah caressed her side. “What are you scared of?”

Her head thrashed from side to side. “I can’t move. I
can’t breathe.”

“Shh,” he soothed her. “You are safe, Kristin. You are
okay. I’ve got you.”

His voice calmed her rattled nerves. He smoothed his
hand along her stomach. She reminded herself to breathe. She did trust Micah,
but pushing her limits was a bit much.

He kissed her cheek as his hand slipped between her
thighs, his deft fingers finding her clit. She gasped as he rolled it. She
closed her eyes as his finger slid inside her. He found her G-spot and rubbed
incessantly while his thumb worked her clit.

“Micah.” She arched toward him as much as the binds
would allow. Her body felt on fire. He wanted her to trust him to give her the
pleasure she needed. She did. He drove her desire, higher and higher with each
stroke.

Each muscle in her body clenched as she strained,
hoping for that final push into ecstasy. His fingers were persistent, stroking
her in exactly the right rhythm with the right amount of pressure.

“I need … Micah, please…”

He changed the angle of his finger and Kristin gasped,
her orgasm spiraling from nowhere. He withdrew almost immediately.

“I’m going to blindfold you.”

Micah retrieved a blindfold and settled beside her to
tie it in place. Her vision shifted to darkness. The room grew quiet. Her mind
raced. This left her open to anything and everything he had in mind. She
couldn’t see to object. She couldn’t move away if it was something she didn’t
want. He took away all her power, her responsibility.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t like being tied down.”

He chuckled. “Even after I gave you an orgasm?”

She didn’t have an answer. She’d panicked in the
beginning but Micah had soothed her fears and made her come. She didn’t know
what to say about that.

“God, I’ve missed this.” His finger brushed against
her clit and she sucked in a breath. “I thought about all the things I wanted
to do to you in my board meeting in Tokyo. My cock was so hard I had to use a
folder to hide myself as I escaped to the bathroom. I jacked off thinking about
your lips around my cock.”

He rubbed her clit, teasing her, testing her. She felt
the rush of moisture gather at her opening and moaned when Micah dipped his
finger inside. He smeared her body’s natural lubricant over her clit.

“Does that make you hot? The idea of sucking me off?”

Kristin moaned. “Yes.”

“Soon enough,” His hot, wet tongue replaced his
teasing fingers. He held her open and teased her mercilessly. Her ex had never
done this for her in their time together. She struggled, jerking within the
binds as he touched every sensitive nerve ending. She never realized how
intense the pleasure could be. She squirmed though it did no good. She
submitted to his will and damn if she didn’t near orgasm because of it.

When he stabbed his tongue inside her, she gasped.
Micah’s teeth scraped along her labia, tugging gently at her lips. God, her
body felt on fire. She felt the bubble of pleasure form in her stomach as she
neared the sweet release. Then, he pulled back.

“Go back!” she screamed. “Please go back!”

He chuckled. “Not yet.” He scraped his teeth along her
inner thigh. “You’re supposed to be quiet.”

Her pulse pounded in her ears. She struggled against
her binds. How could she be quiet during a time like this? How could he stop
when she was so close? Why wouldn’t he finish?

“I think I’ll let this keep you wet for me while we do
other fun things.”

Kristin gasped when she felt probing at her entrance.
Micah rocked the object inside her until she arched her back in acceptance. Going
on assumptions that she knew what this thing was, the dildo felt huge in girth
but short in length. Straps came around her thighs and a click echoed in the
room. Her breathing accelerated.

She waited, oblivious to his next move. Then, the dildo
pulsed to life.

“It moves in a thrusting motion inside your pussy. I’m
starting it on the slowest, but we’ll get it up to the highest before the
session is over.”

Silence filled the room. His shoes scuffed against the
floor, coming toward her. The dildo vibrated inside her, making her aching
pussy accept the movement, keeping her teetering on the edge.

Then something pinched her nipple. Kristin cried out
in shock as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. A second clamp pinched
her other nipple and she hissed through her teeth. Micah’s fingers wandered to
her clit and her body was thrust into a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, god,” she cried as she came. Her body strained
against the binds and she didn’t want the pleasure to stop.

Micah didn’t stop his ministrations. She came in
endless waves, one orgasm after another, screaming his name. The metal cuffs
jingled with her struggles. She barely noticed when he undid the straps of the
dildo and withdrew it from her body. Sagging against the bed, her sweaty body
couldn’t take much more. She felt the dip of the bed as he climbed onto it. He
moved over her, his soft lips pressed wet kisses along her hip, her side and
her stomach. He let his fingers caress her legs while she lay before him,
completely open and completely submissive to him. She swallowed hard, waiting
for his next move.

“You’re gorgeous like this.” His voice sounded husky,
as if he were on the verge of controlling his own desire. “So fucking
beautiful.”