The Fighter's Secretary (4 page)

“Yes…Master.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how sweet that sounds coming from your lips. Now, how much experience do you have with BDSM?”

“I…” She flushed and kept her eyes closed as she confessed her naughty secrets. “I’ve mostly experimented with my ex-boyfriend.”

“Experimented how?”

“Mostly just light bondage, some toys, and some orgasm denial. Nothing big, nothing like what I saw at…”

“At what?”

She flushed harder, not wanting Dallas to think she was some kind of slut, but then again, he was the biggest slut in the world so it wasn’t like anything she said could be worse than what he’d done. “I saw some things at a BDSM club that made me feel like my ex and I were just playing around.”

“What kind of things?”

His hand returned to her bottom and she shifted restlessly when he began to stroke his finger down the divide of her ass, stopping right before he got to her pussy. “I can’t think when you touch me like that.”

He palmed her sex and she gasped, arching up on the desk and pressing back into his hand. The low, husky tone of his voice rubbed against her like a touch as he said, “You’re so wet. You’ve soaked your panties.”

Pleasure arched through her as he took his middle finger and rubbed it over her cleft, finding her clit and pressing down hard enough that she hovered on the edge of orgasm from just that touch.

“Fuck. You’re very sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh God, please, more.”

The evil laugh he gave as he tapped his finger against her clit made her shudder. “But you’ve been such a bad girl, breaking into my office, defiling my couch, playing with my toys without permission. First you need to be punished.”

“Please,” she moaned and opened her eyes for the first time, looking over her shoulder at him.

He wore a black button-down dress shirt along with a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. Their gazes met and she found herself drowning in the darkness of his eyes, in the raw masculinity that was as much a part of him as his chiseled jaw and full lips. Everything about him was controlled, disciplined, and he drove her crazy. He had a beautiful mouth and she wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to rub herself against his body in all the ways she’d dreamed of from the moment she saw him.

“Grip the front of the desk,
carina
, and hold on. What’s your safe word?”

“Cardinal.”

“I’m going to spank you now, and then I’m going to make you come.”

Dallas couldn’t believe that he had his beautiful Amanda in front of him, her hot little pussy in his hand while she arched her hips up, the black garters stark against the pale perfection of her skin. She had a nicely rounded ass for as slender as she was and the almond shape of her pussy was just begging for his mouth. Once again she’d laid her head on his desk and closed her eyes, her full pink lips parted as she rubbed her sex against his hand. He wasn’t joking when he said her panties were soaked. Either she was extremely turned on or just one of those women that was naturally blessed with a slick cunt.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to get his head back in the game and off fucking her. He wanted to give Amanda such a good experience that she would seek him out, come to him begging for her pleasure. Already her little pleas for release stroked his dick like a fist and he wanted so fucking bad to just jerk his pants down and shove his rock hard cock in her. He’d never had a woman test his self-control like this, but from the moment he’d met her Amanda had called to him like no other woman. And the way she looked at him, like she wanted to eat him alive, it was so unlike her usual cool stare that he couldn’t help but feel a roaring sense of pride that he’d managed to crack her hard shell to the hot woman he knew lay beneath.

Moving fully behind her, he palmed her ass with both hands and gripped her scant panties, tearing them off with a hard rip. She held the desk and cried out, then moaned as he teased the fabric from between her legs, making sure the ruined silk tugged over her pussy before he withdrew it fully. As soon as the panties were free of her body he brought them to his nose, took a deep inhale of her musk and shuddered. She smelled so fucking good, so hot, and he wanted to bury his face between her long legs and lick her swollen slit.

He took a step back and used his thumbs to hold open her buttocks, displaying the dark rosette of her anus and the dusky, full folds of her sex to his gaze. Her cunt was pink within and the lack of curls allowed him to see how hard her clit was, pushing out of its little hood. She tensed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, so he released her buttocks right before landing his first slap on her left butt cheek.

“Ow,” she yelped.

He couldn’t help but laugh as she shot him a dirty look. “I don’t know what kind of spankings your ex gave you, but I plan on turning this pretty ass red.”

The fire in her green eyes only made him harder, but he looked away and focused on her bottom as he began to spank first one side of her ass, then the other, loving the blush that turned the creamy surface pink, then red. Amanda tensed with each slap, her lovely ass tightening and making him think about what it would be like to be inside of her while she clenched up like that, what it would feel like to have her wet pussy gripping his cock while her come dripped down onto his balls. Not pulling down his pants was getting more difficult by the second.

After another dozen spanks her ass was a satisfying red in color and she was so aroused that a drop of her arousal hung from her pussy. Before it could fall to the floor he gave into his craving to taste her and knelt behind her, licking at the sweet honey with a harsh groan. He sealed his mouth over her pussy and began to lash her with his tongue, licking at the folds of her sex but avoiding her clit. Amanda screamed loud enough that he hoped no one was walking by and ground her pussy against his mouth, her legs trembling.

“Oh, Dallas, so good, oh please, please. Don’t stop eating my pussy. So good.”

He began to tap her clit with his tongue and reached up, gripping her no doubt sore ass enough to reawaken the burn. The little bundle of nerves was as hard as he’d ever seen a woman’s clit and a savage satisfaction filled him when he began to suckle the little nub gently and she came, screaming his name over and over. A fresh gush of her cream spilled from her sex and he greedily lapped it up, knowing that he could easily become addicted to her rich taste, if he wasn’t already. She undulated against his tongue, moaning incoherently and sending a fierce satisfaction roaring through him.

When he finally pulled away and stepped back she was completely limp against his desk, her normally perfect hair a mess as her bun had come loose during her thrashing.

She lazily opened her eyes and gave him a heart-melting smile. “Wow.”

Even though he was dying to come and his balls felt like someone had kicked them, he somehow managed to maintain his composure and pull her skirt down before lifting her and turning Amanda around so she sat on the edge of his desk. Her lovely green eyes were still heavy lidded and she didn’t object when he took her hair down, running his fingers through the heavy, silken strands. Though she wasn’t the perfect beauty of his past girlfriends, there was something so real about her that to him she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. Her cheeks were still pink from her orgasm and her body soft against his as she cuddled close and sighed.

When his erection pressed between her legs she tensed, then hesitantly went to reach for him. Before she could touch his dick and shred the last vestiges of his self-control, he stopped her. “No.”

A little line formed between her eyes as she frowned up at him in confusion. “No?”

“No. Your Master’s pleasure is a privilege you must earn.”

She licked her lips and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “What do I have to do to earn it, Master?”

Just hearing her call him that made his balls draw up tight and his cock throb. “We’ll discuss that tomorrow. Right now we have work to do.”

“What?”

Her look of confusion was utterly adorable and he couldn’t help but grin at her. “Work, you know, that thing that puts bread on the table?”

“But…I thought…” She looked down and her voice came out soft and unsure as she said, “You don’t want me to take care of you?”

“I do, but not here and not now. Besides, you didn’t beg me.”

“Please?” she said with a small smile.

“No.” He grinned as she pouted up at him. “But, if you get all of your work done before it’s time to leave I may give you the opportunity to beg tonight.”

She stiffened and gave him a narrow eyed look. “What do you mean tonight? You expect me to go home with you? To stay the night with you?”

“You don’t want to?”

“No, I don’t. That’s way too intimate.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Do you have something else going on tonight?”

He watched her consider lying to him, but finally shook her head. “No.”

Actually, he hadn’t been talking about her spending the night, but now that she mentioned it he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink without her in his bed. He had an overwhelming desire to see her in his home, to have her presence bringing light to the big, empty space. The thought of falling asleep with Amanda in his arms was so fundamentally right that even though he felt a bit guilty about the whole blackmail thing he still used it to his advantage.

“You think you’re going to pay for your crimes with one small spanking in my office? I own you and you will stay with me tonight if I say so.” He frowned at her. “Any other woman would be glad to have me invite her home with me.”

She froze against him and the warmth in her gaze melted away, making him realize he’d just fucked up.

“I see. So I’m just a possession, a thing to you. Another faceless conquest to fuck just like the rest of your sluts.” With surprising strength she shoved him away and moved off of his desk. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Ortega, I have work to do.”

“Wait, Amanda—”

He tried to grab her arm but she jerked away from him. “Look, let’s both be clear about this. You’re blackmailing me, this isn’t anything romantic or a date, I’m aware of that, but you don’t have to make me feel cheap.”

“What?”

“I own you,”
she said in a mocking tone as she rewound her hair into a tight bun. “You may own my body, but you don’t own me, got it? Now, since it seems I’m spending the night with you, regardless of my wishes, I have shit I need to get done.”

“Amanda, that wasn’t what I meant.”

She gave a cold laugh and guilt panged through him again at the scornful smile she gave him. “You know what, I used to think you were a nice guy beneath all your bullshit, but now I know you’re as calloused and arrogant on the inside as the outside. I’ll meet you at your home after work, but you better get your money’s worth because after tonight I’d rather go to jail than have to suffer your touch again.”

At precisely 7:00 p.m. Amanda walked past the perfectly manicured palm trees flanking the stone walkway leading to Dallas’s waterfront mansion on the south side of Miami. The sun was just beginning to set and it framed the huge two-story Spanish-style home beautifully. She’d been here before for business purposes, but this time instead of appreciating the loveliness of the home she was trying to keep from breaking out into a sweat. With her overnight bag over her shoulder, she lifted her chin and put her shoulders back in case Dallas was watching her.

In a useless act of defiance she’d dressed as conservative as possible in this heat, wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and a long, loose pink silk blouse that buttoned up to her neck in a mock priest collar. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she hadn’t put on a drop of makeup. Even her underwear were conservative—plain white cotton with just a touch of lace. They were the plainest underwear she owned, but she wished she had some giant granny panties to wear instead. If she hadn’t gotten waxed regularly she wouldn’t have bothered to shave, either, but that was kind of a moot point.

Anger pushed away her nervousness as she once again struggled to understand exactly how she’d gotten into this situation. While she took the steps leading to the sheltered alcove of the front door she cursed herself for the thousandth time for being so stupid. She should have told Dallas to go fuck himself, or reported it to the police or something. Instead she’d melted like sugar in the rain and enjoyed everything he’d done to her.

Just like she would probably enjoy every perverted, kinky, dirty, wonderful thing he would do to her tonight.

Her pussy clenched and she grit her teeth, pissed off at her body’s reaction as she rang the doorbell. A few moments later Dallas answered the door and she sucked in a quick breath, trying to hide her reaction to his appearance. He wore a black tank top that lovingly exposed his well-developed shoulders and arms with a pair of worn jean shorts that hung low on his hips. His feet were bare and when he smiled at her there was such joy in his expression that she had to fight the urge to smile back.

“I was hoping you would come,” he said in a soft murmur.

Giving him a hard glare, she pushed past him into the foyer. “Like I had a choice.”

“Ahhh,
querida,
don’t be like that.” He took her bag before she could protest and set it next to the front door after shutting it. “Come here.”

Before she could protest he had her pressed against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. She tried to push him away but it was like trying to move a tree. “Really, Mr. Ortega, let’s just get this over with.”

His full lips twitched, and he leaned forward so his breath warmed her lips. “If you insist.”

She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he took that opportunity to brush his lips over hers. Tingles of pleasure raced through her at the first touch of his skin and she raised her hands to push him away but soon found herself clutching his rock hard shoulders as he began to make love to her mouth. That was the only way she could think of describing the way he kissed her before she couldn’t think at all.