Her Old-Fashioned Boss (21 page)

“Fuck,” Sam said with feeling.

“Exactly.”

They both turned as the door opened and Ava stepped through, blushing slightly.

“Put that stuff down on the sofa. Now what do you have to say to Sam?” Roarke asked her.

Ava dropped the plug and lube on the sofa and came towards Sam, clasping his hands in hers. “Sam, I’m sorry I was so awful to you.”

“Ahh, baby, shh, it’s already forgiven.” Leaning in, he kissed her. “I even whipped up another cake for you, it’s cooking as we speak.”

Tears filled her eyes. “You’re too good to me.”

“Ain’t no such thing, sweets. Nothing is too good for you.”

“Ava, come here please,” Roarke held out his hand as he stood beside the sofa. With wide eyes she stepped slowly towards him.

“Yes, Sir,” she said and he was gratified to see there was no fear in her eyes. Only love.

“I love you, little one. With all my heart. You know that, right?” Part of him still couldn’t believe it, still wondered whether he really deserved these two people in his life.

“I know. And I love you too.”

“Good.” He smiled, brushing her hair off her face. “On your knees. No speaking unless I ask you a question or you need to use your safe word.”

She slipped gracefully down. She was getting good. He knew Sam had been practicing with her.

“Turn and bend over the edge of the sofa, little one. Knees wide.”

She hesitated slightly but then turned. The plug, along with her hot bottom, should hopefully keep her mind on him. Although he could go one step better.

“Sam, go and get an egg and some nipple clamps for me.”

His other lover just stared at him for a moment before grinning and running off.

“Nipple clamps?” she squeaked.

“Did I say you could speak?” he asked firmly.

“No, Sir.”

“That’s right.” Pushing up her skirt, he spanked her sharply, knowing her ass was still tender. Ten stinging smacks later, he stopped. Her ass had to be on fire.

Squirting some lube on his fingers, he crouched down and pushed the cheeks of her bottom apart. Her whole body tightened and he stopped, waiting.

“Ava,” he warned.

She let out a breath, relaxing, and he pushed his finger into her back hole.

“Ohh,” she groaned as he thrust his finger in and out.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well. Just stay relaxed for me.” He pressed his other finger in. “Doesn’t that feel good, having my fingers in your ass?” he crooned, reaching around with his other hand to brush his fingers through her wet folds. “Ahh, I can see how much you’re enjoying it, aren’t you, little one?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

He withdrew his fingers, ignoring her whimper of protest before picking up the plug and coating it in lube.

“Okay, baby, you know the drill, relax and push out.”

With a low whimper, she did as she was told and he pushed the plug in deep. Leaning down he kissed her cheeks, running his teeth over them as she lay there breathing deeply.

Sam knelt next to him. “Here you go, Sir,” he said, holding out the clamps and a vibrating egg with came with a detached remote.

“Excellent. Thank you, pet.” He picked up the egg. “Let’s put this in first. If you could hold Ava’s pussy lips apart for me, I’ll push this in nice and deep.”

He firmly pressed the egg into her pussy. “And let’s just check to make sure it’s working.” He pressed the button on the remote and Ava shuddered, her moan filling the room.

“I’d say that’s a yes,” Sam said with a grin.

“I can’t stand it, pleassee,” she cried.

Roarke ran his hand over her back as he turned the egg off. “You’ll have to do better than that, sweetie.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Sir, you aren’t...you wouldn’t...I mean...” she trailed off.

“Oh, but I would. You’re going to wear this through your afternoon tea. Sam, help Ava up, please.”

Roarke stood and watched as Sam helped an unsteady Ava find her balance. “Top and bra off.”

Eyes glazed, Ava watched him for a moment before Sam took charge, helping to pull of her top then undo her bra, letting her gorgeous breasts fall free.

“Beautiful,” Roarke said. Small, but creamy, topped with sweet, pink nipples.

“Sam, cup her breasts, hold them up for me.”

Sam’s large hands offered her breasts up to him. Leaning down, Roarke took one nipple in his mouth, sucking until it stood out at attention.

Then he reached for the clamp, placing it over her nipple. She whimpered, trying to step back.

“Stay still, little one,” he warned.

He could see the struggle in her eyes, the need to retreat from the unknown warring with her need to obey him. He was gratified when her need to obey him won.

“Sorry, Sir,” she said.

“I know they seem a bit scary,” he said, not without sympathy. “But these clamps are very gentle. They will simply heighten your pleasure, make you focus on your nipples as well as the plug in your ass. And the vibrating egg will add to your need.”

And take your mind off your other worries.

He placed the clamp over one engorged nipple, tightening it slowly, watching carefully for signs of unease or pain. Arousal filled her eyes.

Roarke treated her other nipple to the same attention.

“How am I supposed to wear a bra?” she asked breathlessly, leaning against Sam now.

Roarke grinned. “You’re not.”

Her eyes widened.

“Oh honey,” he drawled. “Just be thankful I’m letting you wear clothes.”

*****

“As soon as things are finished here I want you to come and find me, understand?” Roarke whispered in her ear as she sat on his lap, squirming.

Finally, some relief!

He’d been driving her nuts. Sam had been drawn away to take a phone call about thirty minutes ago and soon after Roarke had turned up. Pulling her onto his lap with a kiss, he’d proceeded to torture her. When his hand wasn’t up her skirt, he was pressing the remote on that damn egg. She was so hot with need she thought she’d self-combust.

She nodded eagerly. Roarke stood and set her back on the chair with a kiss to her forehead. After saying goodbye, he left the room.

“Man, you are one brave, lucky woman,” Tara said as soon as he'd left the room.

“What do you mean?” she asked, surprised.

“Taking on Roarke, I mean, he is a gorgeous hunk, but intense, whew! I've only seen him with Sam a few times in the dungeon, but boy, they nearly set me on fire. I didn't think they'd ever bring in a third, but the way he looks at you, well, I thought I'd self-combust. He looks at you like you're his whole world.”

“He does?” she asked happily.

“Uhh-huh, don't know if I could handle that much intensity, that much feeling.”

Ava looked at her thoughtfully. “Never been in love, huh?”

Tara shook her head. She was a short, gently rounded woman with happy eyes and a ready smile. She and some of the other subs who were in training often gathered before the club opened to have a coffee. Ava had met Tara one day as she'd been entering the club. Of course, Tara had a code that opened the door, something none of them were willing to give Ava.

 Apparently they would be instantly banned if they gave that code out to anyone. So Ava had done the next best thing, invited them all for coffee the next day. She really liked the small group of men and woman. Well, most of them. They weren't the same as her friends, but they all had something in common and had been more than happy to talk to Ava about BDSM.

“One day you'll find out, and even though it can be scary it’s also the most amazing feeling.”

“He seems happier,” Hannah said shyly, thin and short she was quieter than all the rest, often happy just to watch them. “When he's around you or Sam he seems happy.”

“Course he's happy,” Zach added, grinning at her slyly. “He's holding a remote to whatever he’s stuck inside you. Plus, you look like you've just been spanked. Nothing makes a Dom more cheerful than setting his sub’s butt on fire.”

Ava had quickly learned that there was no holding back with these guys. Other than Hannah, they were happy to talk about anything.

“Actually the spanking came from Sam,” she told them, grinning as they all gaped at her.

“Really? Sam, wow!” Tara said. “Wow.”

That shut them up.

“Come on, we'd better go,” James said looking at his watch.

“Thanks for the cake,” Tara kissed her on the cheek.

“See ya later, Ava.”

“Bye Ava.”

“Bye guys,” she called back, setting about cleaning up the kitchen. Finally, when it was clean and the dishwasher on, she moved down to the study.

She stood in the doorway, waiting. Roarke glanced up at her, his hard face softening. A glow filled her at the look of love he gave her.

He crooked a finger. With a small shudder, she stepped towards him, kneeling when she reached him with her head lowered.

“Ahh, you look so beautiful when you do that.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I have a few more things to do, but I would like your company. Stand up for me.”

Legs shaking, she stood.

“Spread your legs.”

Obediently, she parted her thighs so he could cup her mound.

“Ahh, so hot and silky. My, my, you do like the egg, don’t you, baby?” he crooned.

“Yes, Sir. Please,” she cried as he rubbed her clit.

“Please what?”

“Let me come, please, Sir.”

“I do like it when you ask me so prettily. You may come.”

He continued to tap her clit until a rocket went off inside her body, her legs turning to mush as she shuddered.

“Good girl. Very nice. Shh, now.”

She came back to reality to find herself sitting on Roarke’s lap as he patted her pussy softly.

“There you are.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. “You’re welcome. Now, sit on the cushion for me. Much as I like having you on my lap, I still need to get some work done.”

She slipped easily down onto the cushion, and dropping her head against his thigh, started to drift.

If anyone had told her a few months ago that she could be content sitting naked in broad daylight beside a man who had essentially taken control of her, she’d have told them they were bonkers.

But she felt content. Happy. In tune with him.

His thigh tensed beneath her cheek and she stiffened. Reaching down, he petted her head. “It’s okay, little one. Relax.”

She slumped back down.

Roarke picked up the phone. “Jayden, Roarke here. I here you’re having some problems. Well, I’ve had some complaints.”

There was silence as Roarke listened to the other man.

“Five complaints, Jayden, from different employees.” Roarke’s tone showed his displeasure and she immediately started rubbing his thigh, hoping to ease him some.

He squeezed her shoulder gently.

“Look, I want you to sort this out. If I have any more complaints then I’m going to come out there and I won’t be happy.”

He dropped the phone down with a curse.

“Sir? Can I do something,” she asked.

His disgruntled look disappeared. “No, beautiful, but thank you.”

A knock at the door had her jumping.

“Relax,” Roarke told her calmly. “Who is in charge right now?” he asked as she hesitated.

“You are, Sir.”

“So what should you be doing?”

“Relaxing,” she said. Forcing herself to relax and ease back against his thigh, she closed her eyes.

“Come in,” he called out. “Ahh, Alex, good to see you.”

He stood and shook the other man’s hand. Ava kept her gaze down.

“And you. Beautiful sub you have there.”

“Thank you,” Roarke said warmly. “Ava, greet Master Alex.”

She glanced up. “Hello, Sir,” she said shyly, knowing her cheeks were blazing.

The other man sent her a wink and a smile, making her relax. There was something safe about him, protective.

“Hello, Ava. I’m glad to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

She tilted her head in question.

“Master Alex looks after the trainee subs, little one,” Roarke answered as he sat back down.

“Yes, and I do need to get back to them. You wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Yes, I have a new trainee for you. Name’s Missy. She’s from one of my other of my clubs. She clashed badly with the manager. Not her fault, Jayden seems to be clashing with a lot of people.”

Alex frowned and Ava immediately leaned into Roarke. Alex’s expression cleared as he stared down at her.

“I see. When does she arrive?”

“Two days. Think you’ve got enough time to help her? She has some experience, but she may be a bit resistant after her experience in Phoenix.”

Alex nodded. “Send her to me.”

“Good, thank you, old friend.”

She tugged Roarke's pants, looking up at him.

“Yes, little one?” he asked.

“May I talk to Master Alex, Sir?” she asked, pleading at him with her eyes.

He nodded. “All right.”

She looked up at Master Alex and the words seemed to get lost part way between her head and her mouth. Alex simply waited with a small smile.

“Umm, Sir, I just wanted to talk to you a minute,” she said quickly.

“About what, sugar?” he asked.

“Tilly. And Rory.” She cleared her throat nervously. “I know it’s none of my business, Sir. But Tilly is my friend and well, she'd never tell you, but the reason she left the other night is because of Rory.”

His face went cold and she suddenly wondered if this had been a bad idea. God, what if she'd made things worse for Tilly? What if Rory was his favorite or something?

“Continue.”

“Well, umm,” She leaned against Roarke for strength. “She's been constantly putting Tilly down, telling her that many of the Doms won't ask for her because she's fat and boring and quiet, that they've heard what happened to her and they think she's used goods.”

Tilly had been abused by her former Dom.

Alex's eyes grew sharp and dark. “Is that right?” he said quietly.