Dungeon Time (Play at Work) (9 page)

She smiled up at him. “I like the sound of that. And then?”

“And then we’ll go to the club tonight, together. You can see the other side of me and decide if I’m too depraved for a nice girl like you.” He still cringed at the thought but didn’t see any way out. If he didn’t take her, Roland would, and who knew what mischief the man would get up to. An image of Anna chained to one of the walls horrified him…then made him hard.
I really am depraved.

“That sounds fair to me. And I like you, too, Edward. I want to understand what makes you tick, what
turns you on.”

If
only he could make regular man/woman love to her.

Chapter Seven

Edward’s bedroom lay under the cottage portion of the house, tucked way back in the cliff.
Approaching the doorway, she noted the brightness inside. Some kind of skylights refracted light so, even without a single window, it appeared just as well lit as the upper story. He led her in and stood aside, looking far more awkward and less in charge than she was used to seeing. His shyness touched her heart.

“May I undress you?” She waited for his answer, the new circumstances setting her off as well. Edward Masters fit her idea of a Dom to a tee. Her secret reading had created fantasies she’d been afraid to share with anyone, even Mona. She’d had no idea what went on behind closed office doors. “If you don’t mind, Sir
. Is that what I should call you?”

To her delight, a flame lit in his eyes. She shuddered, sure she was in
deep.

He inclined his head. “You may.”

Daydreams and night visions were not the same thing as a real, six-foot-three Dom standing in front of her, waiting for her to…to, what?

Remove his clothes. Drawing close, she urged him to sit on the side of the bed and lifted his foot. Cradling it, she slipped the Topsider off and pressed a kiss to his instep. Casting a glance upward, she watched his reaction. “Is that okay, Sir?”

He rested a hand on her head, playing with her curls. “Continue.”

Anna removed the second shoe, blessing his other foot in the same way
. She moved between his knees and grasped the hem of his pristine white T-shirt. Funny, she’d always thought Doms wore black and leather—like Master Roland. But Edward’s sense of mastery came from within, and clothing was not only irrelevant, she liked his casual beachside attire.

He raised his arms, and she pulled
his shirt over his head, stretching to get it off without standing up. Folding the garment seemed important, so she did and laid it on the chair by the bed before turning back to take in his bare chest. Not an ounce of fat ruined the perfection of his torso and flat belly. She wanted to taste but decided to continue on and enjoy the full show.

Unbuttoning his shorts, she worked them around his hips, and when he lifted, she tugged them down his legs to the floor. Commando—so that was all she wrote for clothes. Now what? He was naked; she was dressed. She considered asking if he wanted her to strip
too, but the golden sunlight spilling into the room would highlight every imperfection. Unlike Brigid and Edward…Anna was not a masterpiece of the human form. She knew her breasts hung heavy on her chest, and while her waist was trim, her abdomen rounded a little and her butt and hips carried the legacy of her foremothers. Not fat, but not thin either.

When she hesitated, Edward cupped her chin. “Look at me.”

She wanted nothing more than to do so, forever. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled at her, and her world lit brighter than the bedroom. “You are so beautiful, Anna. Are you sure you want to spend so much time with an old man about to turn forty?
My secretary has been suggesting I might take one of those ‘silver’ vitamins lately.”

“
She must be teasing. You aren’t old, Sir. You are beautiful and perfect, and I don’t know why you are interested in a girl like me with no experience and a body like this.”

His grin disappeared, replaced by an expression so stern, she cringed. “You will not ever speak of yourself in such a disparaging way. Are you saying I am a poor judge of women?”

“N-no, of course not. But look at me. And look at you.”

He waved away her stammering reply and pinched her chin between thumb and forefinger. “You are lovely. An Italian goddess. They made statues of women like you, once. I may have
a sculptor I know carve one of you for my front garden.”

Anna struggled to take in his words, but they made no sense. “Master Roland said you had discussed being with
Brigid. How can I compare to her? She looks like a model. All that silky blonde hair and she can’t weigh more than a hundred twenty pounds.”

“You are displeasing me, Anna. Or perhaps you really don’t want to be with me if you’re trying to convince me of the charms of another.” Pal
ming her cheek, he leaned close. “Is that true? You want me to leave you, to stop?”

No, not that, please!
“No, Sir. I’m just having a hard time taking it all in. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and if it doesn’t work out, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Why don’t we take it one step at a time. We know we like each other very much, right?” He waited while she bobbed her head. “Stop worrying about the future.
You are everything I’ve ever dreamed. Beautiful, lush, with gorgeous breasts.” Edward flicked the back of her neck and Anna’s halter-top dropped to her waist. “Mmm, no, Brigid doesn’t have anything to compare to these.” He rubbed his thumb over her nipples.

“Have you seen hers?”

“Oh yes, at the club.”

“Are they nice?”

He chuckled. “Not like yours. Do you want to keep talking about her, or do you want to suck my cock?” Bending closer he kissed her, long, soft, and slow. He tasted of morning coffee and toothpaste, and his tongue was rough satin in her mouth, stroking until she forgot all her worries and doubts and clung to his waist. After a long, erotic moment, he released her lips and tangled his fingers in her hair. “Suck me.”

S
he wanted nothing more. “I’m not very good, Sir.”

“I will be the judge of that.”
Edward guided her lower until his dick bobbed hard and smooth in front of her mouth.

She parted her lips and took a tentative lick. A droplet of salty pre-cum excited her, and she opened wider and took him in. With what she knew to be more enthusiasm than skill, she moved up and d
own, swirling her tongue as she went. At his murmured encouragement, she renewed her efforts, taking him deeper with each down stroke until the broad head hit the back of her throat.

Fighting her gag reflex, she rose and did it again, and again.

“Who ever said you were poor at this, Anna?”

She tried to lift her head and answer, but he tightened his grip on her hair and held her in place, rocking his hips and thrusting deep into her throat.

“No, I don’t want his name. I’d only have to go kill him.” He groaned. “You’re a natural.”

She smiled around his girth, so happy to please him she’d have laughed if her mouth wasn’t completely full. With no warning, he yanked her hair and pulled her off him.

Her elation faded. “What did I do wrong? Sir?”

Edward pulled her up beside him on the bed. “Not a thing. But I want to fuck you, to come in your sweet pussy.” He dragged her shorts and panties off, and she lay beside him. “Anna, I don’t suppose you’re on the pill?”

She nodded. “I never went off it after…. Anyway, I’m on it.”

“I get tested regularly. But if you want, I can get a condom.”

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“No, Sir.”

He laughed. “I mean no condom? Or no, don’t fuck me without a condom?”

“I trust you. Just get inside me before I die from wanting you.”

Edward stroked her pussy. “So wet.” He rubbed from back to front. “What if I were to ask for your ass?” He tickled her clit, and her core clenched. “Would you allow me to take your anal virginity?” He scooped moisture up and rubbed it around her back entrance.

“You could have it. You can have any part of me you want.” Everywhere he touched made her fly, and if it hurt, she wouldn’t care. “Make me yours.”

Propped on one elbow, he bent and took a nipple in his mouth, laving and playing with it while his busy finger kept moving, working its way into her ass. Anal sex in novels sounded exciting, but a thread of trepidation wound through her mind.

“You’re already mine, Anna. I claimed you yesterday, and I reclaim you today.”

“
Do it. Will it hurt much?”

“Yes, at first. But if it’s too bad, we’ll back off and try some training.”

She fought to stay focused through the waves of pleasure drifting over her. “Butt training?” What did that entail?

Edward chuckled. “Let’s see how we do. Trust me?” He bent and kissed her then pulled her up the bed to rest among the many pillows.

“I trust you, Sir.”

Edward moved to kneel between her legs at the foot of the bed. “I want to give you a safe word. Do you know what that means?”

“If it’s too much, I say the word and you stop what you are doing.”

“Exactly. The generally accepted word is red. Would that work for you?”

“Yes.”

He urged her legs farther apart and bent over her torso. “Yes, what…and I don’t mean add Sir although yes, do that, too.”

“I understand the word is red. If I want you to stop, if it hurts too much, I will say it.” Her pulse pounded so hard she could barely think, but she wanted him to get started while her courage held.

Edward prodded her with his cock, rubbing the head against her clit and sending her flying again.
He slid inside. Pure pleasure to have him inside her, filling her, his balls bouncing against her ass with each thrust.

“Oh, beauty, if I keep this up, I’ll just come here.”

She panted. “That’s fine.” Her head thrashed back and forth. “Me, too.”

He stopped. Anna wanted to scream at him to go on.

Edward brought his mouth to her ear and took her lobe between his teeth. He bit down, hard enough to elicit a squeal. “You come when I say it’s okay, not before. Understand?”

“Yes…Sir. I understand.”

“If you’re a good girl, I will let you come, and make it so good you won’t remember your own name.”

She shivered. He’d already done that once, the night before. She knew he had it in him.

Reaching past her, he grabbed a fluffy pillow and brought it to her hips. “Lift.”

Oh my God, he is going to try to put that gigantic thing in my butt. It barely fit in my pussy.
But she obeyed and let him adjust the cushion so she was at the angle he wanted.

“We’ll take this slow. Try to relax. I’m going to stretch you out first. And make you feel good doing it.”

Sliding down the bed, Edward buried his face between her legs. Just like the night before, she soared, gliding toward the edge, but he stopped and looked up at her, his face glistening with her juices. “No coming, not yet.”

Groaning, she squeezed her eyes closed. Just looking at his head bobbing between her thighs was enough to send her over all by itself.
Add the sensations of his tongue swiping over her from front to back then poking into her channel and her self-control strained to the breaking point. He hadn’t taken the time to shave this morning, probably because of her unexpected visit, and his rough cheeks and chin grazed her sensitive, swollen tissues.

“I’m so close, please.”

He continued laving her, but at the same time a sharpness penetrated her ass, probing, retreating. Suddenly everything stopped, and she opened her eyes.

“Hang on.” Edward reached into a drawer in the nightstand. “We need lube. I don’t want to tear you.”

Tear me? That sounds bad.

He
ripped the plastic wrapping away and opened the tube. Squeezing a big glob onto his finger, he went to work, rubbing it around her asshole and slipping it inside. To her shock, a surge of greater lust than she’d ever experienced shoved her even higher. She clenched her hands in the sheets.

“Shhh, let’s try a second finger.” The slippery digit followed the first, only a sharp sting marking its entrance. With two inside, he scissored them, wider then back together, while she struggled to hold her libido in check.

“You okay?”

“So much better than that.” She bucked her hips. “Is it always this good?”

“Not always. You seem to have a real affinity for anal. I think you’re ready.”

Oh, the reality surged closer. He was going to put that cock there where two ordinary fingers had gone before. “I’m afraid.”

“You never need to be afraid with me.” He stroked her hair back from her forehead with his non-lubed hand. “I’ll take care of you.”

And like that, the terror
vanished. Of course he would take care of her. “Go for it, Sir.”

“Mmm, love to hear that, beauty. Relax and try to push out.” Edward caught her knees with his forearms and found her hole with his cock. With much less trouble and pain than she’d expected, the large head popped past the ring of muscles, and he was inside. Why did she feel like cheering?