His Demands (6 page)

Moaning, she was stunned as he kept
his hand locked around her chin and throat, the kiss becoming intense almost
immediately. As their tongues entwined she could only hear the ragged thumping
of her heart, the now dull music barely audible over the sound. The taste of
him, the masculine smell was enough to rattle her nerves, send her heat level
skyrocketing. No man had ever kissed her with such incredible verve, as if he
was a dying man in need of her essence.

Broden grunted as he lifted her onto
her toes, cradling her as he kneaded her ass muscles. Jutting his hips forward,
he swished them back and forth in a methodical manner, grinding his groin into
her belly.

No man had been so hard, so thick,
so… My God, he was throbbing. The very remembrance of her naughty girl visions
swarmed over her.
On her knees, sucking his cock, not caring
who in the hell saw her lascivious actions.
Yep, she was losing her
touch, or her control. As she became putting in his hands, the very thought of
being tied to his bed, unable to see or move as he pummeled his sweet cock into
her pussy or ass was far too overwhelming.

The kiss went
on,
his mouth and tongue savoring her, devouring her. Broden’s hands roamed up and
down her back and ass. Slipping one under the edge of her dress, he fingered
the inside of her thigh, the touch light.

Whimpering, she hadn’t realized
she’d shifted her ass back, the offer nothing more than brazen, until the
moment he slipped his finger between her legs. The angle was just enough he
managed to touch her outer pussy lips. Now, she was going to fall to her knees.

Broden broke the kiss moments later,
but he continued to hold her tightly, his lips just touching hers. Licking
across the seam of her mouth he growled, allowing the husky sound to float
between them. “I want you.”

What was she supposed to say? Kaela
was wet and hot, wired and in need and there was something about Broden that
was all consuming. His commanding prowess in the office didn’t even come close
to the amazing and oh-so subtle way he was taking control here. This was
nothing more than pure seduction. She fisted his shirt, her breath skipping.

Broden shook his head and placed a
single finger across her lips. “Don’t deny me. Don’t push me away. I repeat. I
want you.”

She knew he was drawing his own
zigzag line and this was no sand. This was quicksand. And there was no way she
could resist him. Every move slow and calculated, she wrapped her hand around
his wrist as she opened her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Without a doubt
Broden was as turned on as she was, his throbbing cock pushing hard against her
belly. Sliding his finger inside her mouth, she clamped around the long digit,
sucking instantly.

“Mmmm…” His eyes twinkled as he
purred,
the very look on his face carnal and hungry.

The taste of his skin was tangy and
for some reason unexpected and for a little while she enjoyed the simple but
very intimate gesture. Of course she was telling him how much she wanted to
suck his fat cock. Of course she was allowing him to see a side of her no man
ever had. Dangerous and risqué, this was much hotter than her books of fantasy.

Broden his eyes briefly and growled
again, enjoying her actions. A few seconds later his eyes snapped open and he
bent her back into a deep arc, moving his body over her. His mouth barely an
inch from her pulse of life, he breathed out.

There was something so very powerful
about the single breath of hot air splashing across her skin. She tossed her
head back, her long hair billowing behind her, and knew her behavior was
nothing but submittal. Gripping both forearms, she closed her eyes and moaned.

Broden nipped her pulse, swirling
his tongue around in lazy circles before pressing a series of kisses down the
length of her neck to the swell of her breasts. Taking his teeth, he tugged
down the zipper of her dress.

Kaela gasped, lifting her head once
and his growl of disapproval was enough to force her to go limp. Shuddering,
she heard a series of gasps and moans of desire coming from those around her
and she was transported into a scene from one of her books. This was pure
heaven.

He eased her up and took a step
back, a curious on his face. For a few seconds he seemed to be debating,
questioning his motives.

Of course he’d been toying with her,
teasing her in order to keep her in her place. She was just about to reach out
and strike his face when he held out his hand once again. And this time she
knew what he was saying, what his body hungered for.

“One day, my sweet you will be mine.
And on that day I’m not going to let you go.” Broden purred, his tone was
commanding. “Saturday night. Don’t be late. We have clients to attend to.”

When he took a step away and then
another, Kaela realized she’d been holding her breath. My God, point two for
him. The very look on his face said one thing clearly to her. He was going to
devour her. As she watched him move into the shadows, she slowly exhaled, every
cell in her body nearly bursting with energy. What a way to demand she come to
a party. “Whew.” There was something about his style that was… Cocking her
head, she huffed. The man had been playing with her completely.
Of course.
And she’d fallen for his bullshit.

“Don’t look now, buddy. Two can play
at the game of seduction.” Grinning, she turned around and grabbed her purse.
Getting a good night’s sleep was in order. After all, she had a night of pure
seduction planned for one haughty, opinionated, self serving and…
And very spectacular man.
Holy crap.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Without a doubt in her mind, Kaela was in some kind of hot
water. How in God’s name was she going to pull this off?

****

As Kaela stood in front of Broden’s
front door, she slowly gazed down at her outfit, cringing. What in the world
possessed her to wear something like this? For all she knew the entire party
would be adorned in silk and lace. No, he was clear about kinky.
Too clear.
She envisioned outfits of centuries past and
finally laughed. Still, the outfit was a bit over kill. The thigh high boots
alone had taken her a full thirty minutes to be able to walk in. Well, for
certain Broden would know she had another side after catching a glimpse of this
get up.

Donning her mask, she fluffed her
hair, marveling at the ringlet curls Angel had insisted she wear, and strutted
toward the front entrance. Before she had a chance to knock, the door was
whisked open and offering her admittance was none other than two Greek Gods.
Holy fuck.
The loin clothes barely covered what God and
their mamas had given them and she had to fight not to stare at their thick
bulges, drooling like a prom queen.

“Welcome,” the dark haired hunk
said, his eyes flashing.

“Thank you,” Kaela was having so
many lurid thoughts.

“You’ll find everything you’re
looking for inside including moments of sin and debauchery,” the blond stated,
the timbre of his voice dripping with sexual innuendos.

Oh thank God for that.
“Mmm… purr-fect.”
As she was swept inside, Kaela was more in
shock about the absolutely incredible house her boss lived in rather than the
very disturbing costumes assaulting her senses. She immediately realized there
were certain people who should never be allowed to wear spandex and sparkles.
Shuddering, she inched through the crowd, scanning the darkest corners of the
room in an attempt to locate the illustrious host. She had a suspicion he would
make a grand entrance as he always managed to in business.

After a few minutes she found the
Saudi’s with their arms already draped around women, no doubt conquests for the
night. After making small talk with them, she knew she was going to have to
find Broden instead of vice versa. This was obviously another one of his
control mechanisms. They would tackle the business portion together.

With every step she took Kaela found
herself
being pawed and offered things most creature
in nature could never do. And God knows they shouldn’t. She admired the
beautiful home, complete with leather further and artwork adorning every wall.
The cost alone for one spectacular painting had to be worth more than she made
in six months.

“Come
play with me, sugar?”

“How about a visit to the dungeon?”

“Come
spank me, Mistress.”

Kaela smiled brightly before turning
around. Instantly she realized the one very delicious aspect about her
appearance being so utterly different than every day was the fact she was able
to see the two company accountants in an entirely different manner. Granted,
not one she would desire no matter what condition her body succumbed to or age
she was, or if she was on a desert island. But… the two boys in slave wanna be
outfits could certainly dream. “I’m sorry, boys. I think I’m already taken for
the night.”

“Pity.
We’d love to see you use your whip
on us.”

Kaela glared at Marvin and then to
Harold before pursing her lips, having forgotten about the rather ominous
looking whip attached to her hip. The very implement had been
a last minute add
by Angel, her squeals of joy in seeing the
completed outfit filling the night air. “Well, I just might if you don’t tell
me where the host is this evening.”

Marvin glanced at Harold and
grinned. “Oh. I see. He’s been around, searching. I supposed searching for his
treat this evening.
Interesting.”

“Yes, very.” Taking a single finger,
she pushed Marvin’s chest, lowering her head. Why not give the man a little
thrill. “Well, be a good boy and run along. Find him for me and I will use my
whip on your tight ass, bringing you cries of pure anguish. But only if you’re
very good.” Kaela kinda liked her Domme persona. Maybe she was going to have to
keep it for the night.

Marvin swallowed hard, beads of
sweat slipping down both sides of his face. “Ye…yyyyeeesss…
Mistress.”

Purring, she lifted his chin with a
single finger and blew a breath of hot air across his face.
“Very
good boy.
Now scamper away, both of you.”

“Yes, Mistress!”
Both Harold and Marvin screeched at
the same time.

She licked her lips, placing a
single hand on her hip as she watched them scamper away. Maybe being someone
else was a lot of fun. When they were out of sight, she turned and almost
immediately found a bar. After ordering a tall glass of merlot, she stood
swaying to the very risqué music, marveling at the guttural sounds coming from
several locations throughout the room. After the bartender slid the glass
across the bar, she nodded and wrapped her hand around the stem. Time to find
the host and finish what she’d come here for, in both ways. Now she was
grinning.

Walking through the crowded room,
the fact she was groped on several occasions didn’t bother her. There was some
truth in the fact she was a mystery woman, draped in leather and lace, a muse
ready to tempt man’s darkest fantasies. The more times she was offered, the
more Kaela felt at ease, assuming the role of Dominatrix. Perhaps she could
become one after all.

After several minutes of showing off
and searching for the man of the hour, she figured she was going to have to
handle the business portion herself. Sighing, she eased toward a bank of
windows, immediately marveling at the illuminated sight. To have a pool at her
beckon call would be amazing.

Fluffing her hair, the very naughty
side of her inner personality peeked from the dark spaces in her mind,
envisioning one hot night of wild sex in the pool, followed by the hot tub.
Shivering, she held her arm. Suddenly her skin popped with goose bumps.

“Very dominating
of you.
They
would do anything you asked of them. Must make you feel powerful.”

“Powerful?” Kaela whispered.
Interesting choice.
Dear God, Broden had found her.

“Yes. I think you enjoy teasing and
tempting,” Broden breathed. “I’ve been watching the way you’re torturing nearly
every man in the room.”

“I wasn’t torturing anybody.”

Broden chuckled. “Tell me, do you
prefer your men chained to your bed? I suppose I should at least know this since
I’m your date for the evening.”

Kaela longed to retort and the deep
timbre of his voice was invocative of seductive nights spent in bed, being tied
and flogged, fucked and more. Swallowing hard, she turned around slowly.
“Perhaps.
I think all good men need to be reminded of their
place every so often.” Almost unable to say what she really longed to tell him,
the sight of Broden in a flowing white pheasant shirt, a tight pair of black
jeans and a black silk mask, gave her tingles. She envisioned too many Zorro
movies and longed to unveil the man behind the mystery in the most biblical
sense.

“Vixen?”
The look in his eyes was teasing.

This man with his Scottish accent
and roguish good looks were stifling her attempt at words. Blinking rapidly,
Kaela chastised herself, whispering inwardly he was only a man.
But what a man.
“Mmm…
Perhaps.”
She
took a sip of her wine in an effort to calm her nerves.