Boss: Complete Box Set: A Mob BDSM Romance (9 page)

“Wider!” He demands, and I drop my eyes again. Straightening my back and shoulders, I work my legs apart until my thighs burn. With my breasts pushed out like this and my lace-covered cunt on display, I’m not sure how he’s still in that chair and not fucking me already.

He’s the master of control, after all. Even if I don’t want him to be. I’m completely on edge and getting needier by the second.

“Very nice.” Ice rattles in the tumbler and then it’s set down again. I’m on high-alert, primed for his next command. “Touch yourself.”

My eyebrows shoot up, but I quickly school the surprise away. Swallowing hard, I lean back and brace myself with one hand. The other I slide down my belly. I watch him, trying to gather my nerve as I touch lower and whisk my fingers over my panties. I pause and take a breath. My hand is shaking but I want to please him.

Closing my eyes, I pretend it’s just me. Alone. Just me and Brent’s cologne. No eyes on me. I slide my fingers up and down, relaxing into the feeling of my warmth beneath the lace. He doesn’t order me to look at him, and I’m grateful. It’s easier when I only imagine him watching.

By the time I move the thong to the side and find my clit, I’m worked up and ready. Dragging wetness up and down my slit, I make small circles around my clit and moan.

It feels amazing. Knowing he’s watching, I toss my head back and rub myself faster. His breathing picks up and he the chair squeaks as he shifts his weight. Losing myself in the moment, I push two fingers inside my pussy and thrust.

“Fuck.” Brent swears under his breath. I smile, but it’s short lived as the pleasure starts to build. Returning to my clit, I alternate strokes and thrusts, working myself the way I know brings the best orgasm. His desk drawer slides open then shuts.

Curious, I look just as Brent takes his cock out of his pants. I pause, stunned by the erotic sight. His lips turn up as he runs his right hand down his long length, leaving behind a glistening sheen. Lube.

Jesus, he has lube in his desk drawer. I can’t be the first girl here on her knees for him, but that doesn’t bear thinking about right now.

Slowly, he starts to pump his cock. His face strains as he holds the base with his left hand and strokes faster with his right. I touch myself again, matching his pace. Suddenly, I come. My eyes clench tight as pleasure rolls over me. Desperate to watch, I force my eyes open. Ecstasy is still pulsing through me as Brent throws his head back and jacks harder.

He follows me almost immediately, thrusting in his chair as he wraps his hand over the tip of his cock and comes.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot. Crawling over to him, I put my hands on his thighs and look up at him. He peeks and smiles lazily as he soaks in his own pleasure. Rising, I go to the ensuite bathroom and return with tissues. Moving his hands away, I clean him up. I’ve barely finished when he grabs me beneath the arms and pulls me onto his lap.

It’s tender and unexpected and I’m not sure how to react. So I sit with my arms at my sides as he strokes my hair. It feels amazing.

“Tell me why you won’t submit for me.”

I close my eyes as he begins kneading my scalp with his long fingers. “I like being in control of myself.”

“Ahhh, but you’re so good when you submit. Tell me you didn’t enjoy that?”

I did enjoy it. A lot. But I’m still scared. So many things about Brent make me nervous, make my skin pebble into goosebumps. The company he keeps; the feeling that he’s only barely got control of himself, much less me.

He takes a fistful of my hair and pulls gently, turning my head until I meet his lips. He devours me with the passion I’ve longed for this past week.

I’m breathless when he pulls back. “What happens between us in the bedroom will never spill into the workplace. Here, you’re completely in control of your job and your life. The only time I will demand your complete submission is behind closed doors.”

His lips trail my neck and desire flicks in my clit. I want to straddle him and grind against him until he’s hard again so I can impale myself on his dick.

But Brent grips my hips and pushes me off him, then stands and zips up. In seconds, he’s completely put back together and I’m standing there, chilly, needy.

“Let me show you what it’s like to be mine, Erica. Give me your complete submission for one night, and I promise you, you’ll beg me to keep you.”

He kisses my hair, then smacks my ass with a hard, firm slap. I jump, the sting nothing compared to the flair of arousal. I grip his wrist to steady myself, but also to pull him closer. I’m so frustrated that he doesn’t budge when I need him to fill me hard and fast.

“When?” I hear myself say. I’m not doing this … but I am. Because I need it. Just once more, I tell myself. I’ve always been a liar.

“Tonight. Ten p.m. Room 1420.” He trails a finger between my breasts and leans in to whisper instructions in my ear. I release his wrist when he finishes speaking, and then he turns, retrieves his suitcoat.

And winks at me before he leaves.

I
turn
sideways in the mirror, scrutinizing my appearance right down to the last detail. I flat-ironed my hair until it was shimmery and silky. I shaved and exfoliated, and used toner on my face for a healthy glow. The instructions Brent whispered in my ear earlier were very specific.

No makeup except heavy mascara. Wear a tight skirt and heels no more than two inches high. Hair down and wear panties I didn’t mind losing. Lastly, my pussy better be freshly shaved and silky smooth.

Just to be sure, I slide my hand inside my panties and run my fingers across my bare cunt lips. So, so smooth. He’d better appreciate it, because men have no idea what it takes to shave that particular area.

Shimmying into my skirt, I reach behind me and zip it up. He didn’t specify a top, so I put on a cropped black shirt that shows off a wide strip of my belly. As I finish getting ready, it reminds me, again, of the last man whose wishes I followed to a T.

I hate remembering him. It’s the biggest reason I swore never to be a sub again.

He owned me and I was happy to do as he wished. Happy to let him ruin me, to distract me from everything I cared about until it was too late to retrieve it.

Brent doesn’t own me, but I’m still happy to comply. It won’t be long before I’m submitting to him completely, I figure. He’s chipping away at my resolve, and more importantly, my fear over letting my body be owned by a man again. Even though he has a way of looking inside me and reading my thoughts and desires, even my fears, I know he hasn’t figured out my true hesitation over this yet.

Nathalie. The one thing I can never retrieve.

I smooth my hands over my hips and give a small smile as if my sister can see me in the mirror. Having control of myself is like offering some control to her, too.
I got this.
Six years ago, neither of us had much control over anything. And then it spiraled down and Georgios took what little control I had and tore it away from me.

And here I am, basically handing Brent my power while I put up a half-assed fight.

We’re going to enjoy tonight so much that it’s a price I’m willing to explore, even if it reminds me of everything that I’ve lost. I’m so tired of the tug of war. With a sigh, I smile at myself big and bright, and tuck all the indecision away.

I slip a wrap around my shoulders, grab my clutch, and head to my car. Traffic is sparse and I make it to the casino in record time. Surprised to find that my hands are shaking a bit, I park and double-check myself in the rearview mirror before sliding out.

Room 1420 is on the fourth floor, at the very end of a curved hallway. Without hesitation, I knock and step back to wait. My wrap falls loosely around my shoulders, baring my neck and my collarbone. I figure he’ll make me wait before answering. It’s all about control, after all. But the door opens almost immediately and I’m surprised as hell to see Brent in a T-shirt and jeans, barefoot, standing there.

He’s still commanding as hell and I’m ready to let him take me, right there. The shirt is pulled across his torso, showing off the mounds and dips of muscle. His jeans are slung low to the point that I can imagine the sharp lines of the v-shaped muscle above his hips hiding underneath the hem of his shirt.

He holds a hand out to me. I search his face, looking for something—reassurance maybe—but find none. I slide my hand into his, the warmth reassuring enough, and let him lead me in. His chest brushes my arm as he leans over me to shut and lock the door.

Shadows fill the room from one faint light somewhere in the distance. It’s a little spooky, as if someone could jump out of the recesses. What would it be like, to find sudden hands on my body, roaming my breasts, my belly? Excitement jerks through me and I realize the impromptu fantasy has me a little turned on.

Chalking it up to nerves and my never-ending desire for Brent, I follow him through the place. Soft light spills from a bedroom as we walk in. He takes me to the bed, catching the end of my wrap and slowly pulling it off as I stand by the bedpost.

“Remove your clothes. Leave the heels.” Brent puts his hands on his hips as if daring me to disobey. I’m eager to please him. Watching him get himself off to my masturbation this afternoon was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, and I want more of that absolute pleasure on his face. I want him to be pleased with
me
.

He didn’t order me to strip tease, so I make efficient work of pulling my top over my head, and lowering my skirt zipper before peeling it off. Without my standard push up bra, my breasts look small. I have the urge to cover them, but stop myself. Brent is devouring them with his eyes and my nipples stiffen in response.

Stepping closer, he trails two fingers down my chest to my navel and then slowly … so slowly back up.

I shudder, my skin alight with goosebumps. Then, with a grunt, he pushes me backwards. I stumble onto the bed. In a flash, he’s over me, one arm braced on either side of me. I look up at him helplessly, pumped with arousal and a rush of fear at his aggression. His hand closes over my throat, softly, but enough that his palm presses on my airway. I squeeze a breath out, watching him … registering how much bigger he is than I am, how much stronger. I should be terrified. But I’m not. I’m turned on.

So fucking turned on.

“Move to the center of the bed.” His lips crash onto mine, quick, fast before he releases me and waits for me to move. I scramble to the center of the bed. That’s when I notice him knotting silk ties to each of the bedposts. Wait—those are—were—my wrap! Brent gives a one-sided grin, kneeling on the bed next to me.

He arranges two big pillows behind my head and upper back and encourages me to lie back. I’m at a comfortable angle when he takes my left hand and wraps the tie around it. I have a love-hate issue with being bound. It’s erotic and sexy, but it’s also degrading and scary if done by the wrong person.

I haven’t decided if Brent is the wrong person after that display of aggression.

But I can’t find enough reason to protest.

“I figured this would be more comfortable away from my home.” He secures my wrist and comes around the other side of the bed. “You seemed apprehensive at my house. The hotel gives us neutral ground.”

I watch as he secures my right wrist and then stands back to observe his handiwork. I appreciate him thinking about my comfort but I can’t help wonder who was more apprehensive that night? Him or me? He’d revealed a softer side when he was lying in bed with me.

“Now,” he says so low that I barely hear him. “I hope you’re comfortable because you’re going to be here a while.”

My brow furrows. We haven’t set any ground rules yet, so I’m not sure if I have permission to question him. I guess I don’t have much to lose if I do.

“May I ask why?”

“Yes, Erica, you may ask.”

He waits and I resist rolling my eyes. “Mr. Masters, why am I going to be tied like this for a while?”

His eyes grow heavy as he reaches for his zipper. Slowly, he pulls it down, the sound loud in my ears. My mouth and my pussy grow wet.

“Because I’m not untying you until you’ve come for me, let’s say, six times.”

A short laugh bursts out of me. What? “That’s not … that’s not even possible.” I shut my mouth as he kneels on the bed, his lips grim. Shit, I’ve overstepped.

He grabs a huge handful of my hair. “Are you questioning me?”

“No.” Silently, I am. I’ve never come that many times in a day, let alone a few hours. He straddles me, his jeans pulled tight over his powerful thighs. The long bulge of his erection presses against the fabric, so close to the open zipper, but not close enough. Without thinking, I reach for him but the restraints stop me.

“You want this?” Brent frees the button on his jeans and his cock comes springing out. God, he’s fucking commando. I stare at his thick, long cock. I’m soaking wet, and he hasn’t even touched me. I can feel the dampness slick between my thighs.

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl. Suck me off so I’m not distracted while I’m making you come.”

I open my mouth, the only response I can muster. Brent grips his cock in one hand and feeds it into my mouth. The plump tip is wet with pre-cum, the shaft smooth as I draw him in and suck. He keeps his grip on the base for a few thrusts, preventing me from taking him all in. I arch up as much as I can to meet each thrust, until he finally lets go and his cock hits the back of my throat.

I gag, then moan as he pulls back and drives back in. I’m prepared for him this time and open my throat to take him all.

Brent grips my hair on either side of my head and pumps his hips. My neck starts to ache from the position, but I ignore it. It’s too good … God, he tastes so good. The salty, heady flavor coats my palate and I can’t get enough. His grunts and moans drive me on, again and again, as I suck and release, suck and release.

He doesn’t say a word, gives me no warning but the thickening of his cock, and I know he expects me to take it all from him.

I meet his last thrust, straining against my restraints. His release shoots down my throat in long, hot pulses. I savor his taste and the sounds of his pleasure. I’m where I need to be, where I want to be. Inside, I’m flying from the satisfaction that I make him feel like this. I’ve never really cared about giving someone pleasure, making them happy.

But with Brent, it feels like my sole purpose, and I can’t get enough of making him feel good.

With a groan, Brent slides out of my mouth and moves down my body. His chest hair brushes my hard nipples. I arch up at the contact, but it’s short lived as he settles between my legs. His fingers brush my cunt and I can’t open my legs fast enough. He doesn’t make me wait.

His tongue parts me and I’m consumed in a flurry of intense sensation. It hits me so fast, I can’t even process most of what’s happening. There’s nothing but the glide of his tongue over my clit, the hard flicks and flat strokes. I’m already so primed from blowing him that my orgasm comes fast and blazing.

It takes me completely by surprise, engulfing me. Crying out, I sit up as far as I can against my bonds, arching my back as the pleasure washes through me.

He takes a deep breath and nuzzles my navel. “Mmmm, that’s one.”

Before I can relax, his fingers stroke my clit. I pull back from the near-painful intensity. Brent grabs my hip with his left hand and jerks me back into place.

“Lie back.” His tone bites into me and I try to do as he asks, but I can’t move. The ties dig into my wrists, but I ignore them. He’s still rubbing me, and the intense, tender sensation gets stronger. Suddenly, his lips are on mine, his fingers torturing me faster, harder. He kisses me hard, driving me back onto the mattress until I give in and fall back.

“Five more before I can fuck you. Don’t make me wait, Erica.”

I moan as a dull pulse of pleasure blooms under his touch. His lips drag across mine. He pulls my lower lips between his teeth and bites. The quick sting shoots down through my body like a lightning bolt and suddenly I’m coming again.

“Brent!” His name drips from my lips as I fight through the chaos of feeling. He pulls away, leaving me bare and shivering as I try to relax against the sheets. It takes me a moment to realize he’s not in the room, but I don’t even care. Beneath my skin, after-shocks are tingling everywhere and the silence makes them seem more intense.

Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply as the sensations begin to fade. Brent pads quietly into the room but I don’t have the energy to look. He sets a glass on the side table, and then the mattress sinks a bit with his weight.

His warm palm glides over my hip and the curve of my waist. Smiling, I relax as his caress roams my body. He leans over so his lips touch the outer shell of my ear, and I shiver.

“Don’t move.”

Something cool touches my inner thigh and I come instantly alert. Opening my eyes, I try to look down but Brent puts a hand under my chin. “I said, don’t move. If you do, you’ll pay for it later. Understand?”

I nod as much as his hold on me will allow.

“Good.” Releasing my chin, he draws back, but I don’t dare to see what he has in his hand. Whatever it is has gone warm against my thigh. “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.”

I blink, then immediately close my eyes. A soft buzzing noise fills my ears and the thing against my thigh begins to vibrate. I gasp as it glides over my tender inner leg. It feels thin, little wider than a finger, but the vibrations coming off it are impressive.

He presses the vibrator against my pussy and holds it there. The sensations rock through me as if he’s placed it on my clit. I clench my eyes hard to keep from opening them, but I can’t stop the moans. A needy ache starts between my legs. How the hell can I be ready for more, just like that?

He moves beside me so the vibrator is the only thing connecting us. I crave his body heat on mine and the closeness of his skin, but I don’t ask for it. There’s a clear detachment between us. It’s intentional, as if touching me for long periods throws him or something. He’d already said that things between us were different.
This isn’t how I do things.

I want to reach for him, to see him. To watch what he’s doing to me. But he’s forbidden all of it and I’m almost done caring about his rules. I’m so close to opening my eyes, but I stop myself.

“Oh, Erica. I saw that.”

He’s watching me. I’m both pleased and nervous at the thought. He slips the vibrator between my lower lips, catching me completely off guard. I gasp and tilt my hips up. The pleasure is immediate, drenching me in wave after wave until I have to move my hips. I have to. To press against it, seeking more. Needing more.

I’m calling his name and it’s taking everything I have to keep my eyes closed. When he pumps two fingers into me, I give up trying. I look. I watch. I see him—the concentrated dark pleasure on his face, his eyes heavy and tinged with a dangerous glint. My heart jumps at the clear threat written there. He could hurt me, but he’s commanding my pleasure instead.

I’m just going to pay for it later.