Make Me (9 page)

She huffed angrily, but was soon panting from the lathering she was getting from him instead. She was a very accommodating woman in general and sub in particular. As his polar opposite, she was as relaxed as he was uptight, and they seemed to even each other out nicely. He was very sexually demanding, but then she was very sexually responsive, so they fit together perfectly. He kept what some people might think of as a tight rein on her, yet he never denied her permission to go anywhere with anyone, especially when he was involved himself and wasn’t even likely to notice that she was gone.

His rules hit her just right, most of them, and she didn’t have a hard time following – most of them. But this was a different situation for her entirely. She knew she should have taken Karen or another friend out to a furniture store and gone hog wild, but she felt very uncomfortable with the idea that she was spending
his
money.

She’d voiced her concerns and he had done his best to understand them, but he couldn’t. He didn’t spend money like water, but what he had was there to make him happy, and now to make her happy, too. He truly didn’t care what she spent or whether or not the place ever got redone. But he knew she was dismayed at the furnishings and ambiance of the place – if you could call it that – and he’d offered her a perfect solution to her problem. He hadn’t thought much more about it until her unhappiness affected him, and he realized that, two months later, she still hadn’t done what he’d told her to do.

So he didn’t have much sympathy for her, and he laid into her behind but good, leaving it an angry, painful looking red. And even when he was done, it didn’t seem like he was really done, because as she was sobbing and trying to collect herself, he left the paddle-like brush lying across her behind. “Now, when I tell you to do something, what are you going to do, as soon as you get a chance, Jodi Susanna?”

“What I’m told!” she sobbed loudly.

He put the brush on the coffee table, where it lived, and took her in his arms. “So. I know you have some strange reluctance about spending my money, despite my assurances that I’m perfectly fine with it.” He’d put her on all of his accounts; but she insisted that he still pay her a salary into her old account – onto which she’d put his name – so that she had money of her ‘own’. “But maybe what we should do is buy a house together, so that it suits the both of us.”

Jodi gazed up at him as if he’d just hung the moon. “You’d do that?”

“To make you happy? Of course I would.” Well, making her happy was a nice byproduct, but his main goal was to dismiss this issue and its ancillaries. Things like this were like burrs under his saddle, and he liked to get them out of the way. If she had said she wanted to move onto a yacht, he would have bought one tomorrow and that would have been that. Unfortunately with other humans, one sometimes had to wade through a lot of crap to deal with the issue. He hadn’t found much of anyone he was willing to do that for in his life, but she was definitely worth any amount of crap.

They found a wonderful place that was perfect for them on the outskirts of town, just about as far away from work as his place, and warm and cozy – although not small – like her place. He surprised her by not bringing any of the furniture from his own place. The only thing he brought was his work stuff, which he set up very nicely in a big study that was just off the main rooms, and she gave him absolutely no input as to how she wanted that room decorated. That was his domain, as far as she was concerned, and he could do with it as he pleased, which meant that it was stark and minimalist, just like him.

Her household furnishings fit nicely into the sprawling ranch, although they were a bit sparse because her house had been so much smaller. So, once they’d moved in and were out of boxes, – which, for him, was about one night’s worth of unpacking, the bastard, – she and Karen did what he’d wanted her to do in the first place – they went shopping for more things to make the house look more ‘inviting’. Cayson held his tongue when she’d said that, because that was far from what he’d ever wanted a house of his to convey, but he had someone else to think about now, and as long as she didn’t expect him to become the social butterfly that she was, he didn’t care what she bought.

He managed not to roll his eyes as she kissed him goodbye, but just barely. She didn’t do it all at once, either, as he would have, preferring to make lots of trips to different places, not comparing prices because she didn’t have to, but wanting to get the right thing for the entry way, and the right sofa for the living room. Cayson found the whole idea of having to have colors and patterns matching to be exhausting, but Jodi seemed to be very happy with the whole thing. She even brought in a decorator for more ideas, although she didn’t implement many of his, preferring to go her own way instead. And, if someone had put a gun to his head and forced him to admit what he thought of the place when it was done, he would have had to admit that he liked it, even if there was quite a bit too much pink about the place for his tastes.

Meanwhile, he had concocted a surprise for her, about which he was very, very happy. She had no idea he was doing it, and he was having to sneak around a bit to accomplish it, but things finally came together a few days after she’d finally declared that the house was done, and he thought he’d never been so happy to hear any announcement in his life. He hated to have strangers in his office or his home – even her friends, although he never said that to her in so many words, and he would never tell her they couldn’t come over.

She’d guessed it, though, based on her knowledge of him, although he didn’t think she had any idea of just how deep it ran in him. Painters, movers, appliance and furniture guys running through his house agitated him to no end, but he’d let her deconstruct then reconstruct the house around him – which is how it seemed to him anyway, even though it was really just a bit of remodeling and redecorating – if it kept her with him.

He actually hid while they were around, sequestering himself in his study – making a note that he should go through the initial discomfort of having it soundproofed for several reasons, and only one of them was so that he didn’t have to hear the workmen around them. More of the reasons had to do with what he wanted to do to her
in
his soundproofed office.

But when her friends came over – and, of course, they had to so that she could show off their new place, great gaggles of them trooping through, some of them even coming to stay overnight in an adult slumber party that made him shudder just thinking about it – she required that he at least say hello to them. It didn’t have to be anything formal; he didn’t have to greet them at the door like she would because she knew how uncomfortable that would make him. But at some point during the evening – at a moment of his choosing – he had to pop his head in to the den, which was where they all gathered – and say a pleasant and audible “hi” to everyone.

And when she’d told him this, she’d emphasized the “pleasant” and “audible” aspects because she knew that if she’d let him get away with it, he would have merely whispered “hi” as he walked by and no one would have even known he’d been there.

In the spirit of wanting to keep her happy, he had agreed to her demand, although she had been smart enough not to couch it as one. She’d simply let him know that, when her last small batch of friends had stayed over, she had been unhappy to realize that they had come and gone without ever seeing him, even though he was home at the time.

Cayson had thought that it had been a lovely happenstance, but she did not agree. She was so good about accommodating his unusual tastes about things – and he fully realized how lucky he was that she did – that he tried to do small things that he felt he could do without feeling too put upon that would make her happy, and saying a quick “hello” to her friends in passing was really quite a small request when he would have bought her a ticket on a space flight if she’d asked for it.

There was a group of them now, in the den, but he’d had the soundproofing done while she was at work so that she had no idea about it, and he couldn’t hear a thing from them, although he’d experienced enough of her little gatherings to know that they were non-stop chatter, laughter, clapping and eating, and all but one of those activities had gnawed at his insides every time he heard it.

His door was shut, so he heard a slight rap on it before she popped her head in. “Are you gonna come say hello? We’re fading fast. Marie brought ingredients for martinis and gin and tonics and we’re all pretty loopy even though we’ve consumed enough pizza to supply a third world country. Come make your appearance before one of the girls passes out, please.”

At the sight of her, he became instantly hard. She looked like a nineteen year old, her hair up in some do that left curling tendrils down her face – they had to have been giving each other makeovers, and he was frankly appalled that he knew that. He wasn’t much for make up, but hers had been done quite well, her blue-gray eyes accented very nicely, cheeks blushing, but then they tended to do that a lot around him anyway. She was wearing a skimpy pink outfit that had a built-in bra that lifted her breasts and pushed them upwards, almost out of it entirely, and the front of it split wide open so that he could see the her trim belly and remember the softness of her skin as if he were actually touching it. The top was short and did nothing to cover the tiny little bikini panties that matched the ensemble. It ended where they began.

Lingerie had never been something he’d gone in for much, but this outfit could definitely change his mind. When she was just about to close the door behind her, he came out from behind his desk and leaned his butt against the front of it, crooking his finger at her. “Come here and lock the door behind you.”

Jodi bit her lip. Even without his command about the door, she knew that look and would have done it herself, preventatively. If she went to him, he was going to take her. She knew it as well as she knew that if she didn’t, he’d come and get her – guests or not – and spank her for not obeying him, and there was nowhere – even in this big house – where they wouldn’t hear what he was doing to her, and she couldn’t have that.

She was barefoot as she padded over the luxuriously thick carpet to him, and somehow that added to it for him although he didn’t know why. When she got within reach, he caught her wrist and tugged her against him, tipping her off balance to place her right where he wanted her – spread over him, his arm around her waist holding her in place as he kissed her, his other hand playing with those loose curls.

She smelled amazing, too, and her skin was so much softer than he had been able to conjure in his mind, that it had him half crazy with lust. He wanted her, and he would have her – without telling her that nothing they said or did could be heard by her friends, even if they had all been listening in the hallway.

“Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.

It was so unusual for him to compliment her that she blushed furiously.

“I know I’m not given to gushing about anything but inanimate objects, but I want you to know that you’re everything I could ever want or need.” His hands roamed over her possessively, touching her everywhere and settling on her barely covered behind, clutching a cheek in each palm and holding her still so that he could rub himself against her. “Especially in this outfit.”

He pushed her legs open, so that she straddled him, his hand delving beneath the scrap of lace that covered her privates, sure of its welcome. And she never disappointed him. It was like opening floodgates as she creamed on fingertips that were, seconds later, tickling her clit in just the way he knew she liked best.

“Cayson,” Jodi breathed, trying desperately not to moan at his ministrations, “please, no. My friends—”

“Have heard two people make love before, I’m certain,” he continued to touch her as if she hadn’t spoken. “But you could keep quiet if you like – well, you can try, anyway,” he challenged, moving the bra top aside to lick the very tip of her already fully engorged nipple.

The more they made love, the better he got at pleasuring her. He remembered every single thing he’d ever done that she’d groaned about or whimpered or keened, so that his every movement was designed to bring her the utmost satisfaction. Keeping quiet wasn’t much of an option any more, not that it had been much from the start. She was in deep, deep trouble the next time they went to visit his parents.

That was the extent of her ability to protest. He’d already driven her past the point of coherent speech, slipping first one then two long fingers up inside her to fuck her as his thumb took over flicking her clit. The pad of his thumb was bigger than his finger and covered more of her at a sweep, sending her skyrocketing towards orgasm.

“I’m going to make you cum, Jodi, but not just yet.”

She was holding onto his biceps, just above the elbow, trying to keep her balance while he teased and tormented her. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, long slender neck exposed and he could see the gooseflesh he was raising on her skin as her breath heaved out of her in great gulps.

He was having a hard time controlling both himself and her, if truth be told. She was directly above his solid length, and in manipulating her he was touching himself, to say nothing of the natural heat and feel of her against him.

She always drove him out of his mind so quickly – he would have loved to have spent a couple of hours like this, and some day they would, he promised himself. But right now, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself in check, and he supposed she had to get back to her guests at some point, lest they come knocking.

That wouldn’t have bothered him in the least, but he knew it would send her into an apoplectic fit. So he pushed her off him and cleared his desk with one sweep of his arm to bend her over it, pushing the lacy string that trailed down her quim aside and driving himself into her while he reached around to her clit and maintained a firm pressure there that had her climaxing – very vocally – in a matter of a few short minutes as he pumped furiously into her.

He was far from restrained when the point of no return overcame him, bellowing her name and grasping her hips fit to leave fingerprint bruises on her fair skin.

With severe reluctance, he disengaged himself from her and zipped back up. She was still bent over his desk, though, and he wondered if something was wrong, tugging on her wrist to make her stand and face him.

He was horrified to realize that there were tears rolling down her face. He’d been with her long enough now that he was able to dismiss his first impulse to run – run far, far away – from such a naked display of emotion, and he had learned to first offer comfort, so he drew her into his arms.

After a moment or two, he ventured a question he tried always to ask first in this situation. “Are you all right physically?” Jodi nodded her head and he exhaled in pure relief, although it made the situation much trickier for him. “Can I ask why you’re crying?”

Sometimes she just cried for no reason he could see, and she’d tell him if that were the case. “Be- because I couldn’t be quiet – and neither were you!” she yelled through her tears, smacking him on the shoulder angrily. “I’m so embarrassed! How can I go back and face my fr – what are you doing?”

He was hustling her out of the room after having retrieved what looked like an air horn. “Stand outside the door for a second. I’m going to close the door and stand in the center of the room. You tell me if you can hear it.”

Before she knew it, she was standing in the hall, thankfully alone, and she stood there for a few long moments before he opened the door again. “Did you hear anything?”

Jodi shook her head as he pulled her back in. “Of course you didn’t, because I’ve had this room soundproofed for just such occasions as this.”

He was smiling when he said it, but he wasn’t smiling seconds later when she practically went for his throat. “And you didn’t tell me about it? You let me think I was giving my friends a thrill, listening to me groan and sigh and the both of us cum so loudly!” She interrupted herself to pummel him some more, driving him back against his desk in her anger.

He never raised a hand to her, or even in his own defense, and what was worse was that he was laughing through the whole thing, the bastard.

“Not funny, Cayson. Not at all funny,” she fumed.

Feeling she’d gotten enough of it out of her system by beating on him, he grabbed her forearms so that she couldn’t hit him any more. “That’s enough,” he said sharply, but she still struggled against his hold. “Do you want a spanking?”

That straightened her out quickly. She did not want to be sitting on a sore bottom while she was having fun with her friends.

He couldn’t help himself. He had a perverted sense of humor, and he was still giggling. “You have to admit, it was a bit funny...”

He was grinning like the idiot she knew he was. “It was not. Sometimes you’re much too twisted for my tastes, and this is definitely one of those times.”

Cayson pulled her to him and kissed her, long and slow, then let her go. “You look well fucked. Go back and enjoy your party. I’ll be there shortly.”

Jodi turned away from him and stopped just short of the door to look in the mirror on its left. She did – and there was no amount of makeup that was going to cover up those telltale signs. So she shrugged her shoulders then straightened them and lifted her head, knowing she was in for a vicious round of teasing, but also that quite a few of her friends would be terribly jealous of what they’d know she’d just done.

She was absolutely right about the teasing, but she gave back as well as she got, and Cayson appeared not long afterwards and they ribbed him mercilessly, too, but he seemed to take it good naturedly. Just before he left, he held out the first two fingers of his right hand to her, and she got up to go to him, pressing the first two of her right hand against his.

“Beloved,” he whispered, then kissed her deeply, giving the girls a good show before he smacked her bottom once sharply and sent her back to them. “Don’t have too much fun, girls. We’re out in the sticks and it takes a while for the fire department to get to us.”

Even those who had met him – briefly – before they got together and thought he was off his rocker were thoroughly charmed by him, and so was she.

Jodi was amazed by how quickly time passed, but they were rapidly coming up on the one year anniversary of when they had consummated their relationship. She had no idea what to get for him, and didn’t think he’d do much to acknowledge it anyway. He wasn’t that kind of a guy, and she’d known that when she’d gotten involved with him. If she’d wanted boring roses and candy, she should have chosen someone else.

The day itself that year was a Wednesday, in the middle of the workweek, and he didn’t acknowledge it in the least. Since she was at a complete loss as to what to get him, she didn’t say anything either, figuring he preferred not to celebrate it. He was in the middle of another project, though, and they weren’t doing much talking. Lots of fucking and spanking, but not a lot of other kinds of communication.

That Saturday, though, he woke her with a long, loving kiss and hurried her to get up and get dressed. They even skipped breakfast, which he almost never allowed her to do because he knew she needed a more structured day than he did, as he hustled her out of the house and into his car.

They ended up at the airport and she was experiencing deja vu, minus the federal agents, and this time he
did
pilot the plane, with her in the co-pilot’s seat. He’d been trying to get her into flying, and had brought her up with him several times, even letting her take the controls a time or two, under his watchful eye, of course.

She had no idea where he was taking her, although she knew the instrument panel well enough that she could see by the compass that they were going north.

When they landed, she still didn’t know where they were, although she knew they were in Canada because they had to go through customs. She was amazed when he produced both passports and luggage for them, and once they were cleared he piled everything – including her – into a big Escalade and they headed out for wherever.

“Got any ideas where we’re going yet?” he asked, so pleased with himself for surprising her, that she could almost see what he must’ve looked like as a small boy.

“Absolutely none. It didn’t look from the air like there’s much here.”

“Well, it’s another hour or two, so settle back. Comfy?” he asked, testing her seat belt.

He’d become much more solicitous of her than she’d ever expected. She thought he probably realized how good it made her feel when he asked questions like that, and, since her responses were almost always positive, it was a relatively easy way for him to show her how he cared without having to say something he found uncomfortable.

And he did care for her. The longer she was with him the more certain she was that he loved her, although she’d made peace with the idea that he’d probably never actually say the words. He showed her in a lot of different ways, though, and that was more than enough for her.

It wasn’t until they turned down an innocuous lane that the terrain began to look somewhat familiar to her. “Wait, no, it can’t be!”

But she was right – he’d brought her to the cabin in the woods where they’d holed up and their relationship had become so much more than just boss and PA.

He stopped the car right in front of the cabin, coming around to help her out of her side. “What do you think?”

“I love it, but why are we here?” Her face darkened. “Are you in danger again?”

He hadn’t thought she’d go there. “No, no, everything is fine. I just... well, this place is special to us, and I wanted to come back here.”

“But it’s federal property – won’t we be in trouble for being here?”

He stopped her just when she would have reached for the doorknob, taking both of her hands in his.

“No, it’s not any more. I bought it – well, actually, I traded my old place for it – so that we could have it as a getaway, and I thought this would be the best place to celebrate our first anniversary.”

“You bought it?” She couldn’t believe what he’d done or how romantic the gesture was. “I can’t believe it!”

Cayson swung her up into his arms and carried her into the house, closing the door behind them with his shoulder and putting her down gently, as if she were precious cargo. And she certainly was to him.

His kiss was the gentlest possible, and for a long while, they just stood there in each other’s arms.

“This is amazing! What a perfect gift!” Jodi kissed him with every bit of love for him that she possessed flowing through it.

Then she thought of something and tears made her voice break as she spoke. “But I don’t have anything for you!”

Cayson hugged her tightly. “I have my gift right here. You’re a gift every day you’re with me, every single second.” He looked humbled and awkwardly earnest. “I know you know that I’m not good at this kind of thing – exponentially worse than most men – and I’m not the type to say what I should say to you all of the seconds that we’re together, but I want you to know that I know about all the things you do for me – small and big – to make my life easier and make me happier – even the ones I might not want you to do at the time.” He held her face in his hands. “I’ll do my best to remember to try to show you just how special you are to me, although I can’t promise perfection, I can promise that I’ll always try.”