King (15 page)

 
“You can finish for the day now Charlotte,
congratulations” she half smiled, giving nothing away as to my position in the
rankings. That was it. We had done everything we could to outsell Ian Anderson
and now I just had to wait. “I need to go too Alison, thank you for your time”
said Jason, rising and holding the door open for me as she raised her eyebrows.
“Meet me outside, five minutes” he smirked as soon as we were out of earshot,
and for once I did exactly as I was told, desperate for the feel of the man who
had just pushed his encroachment on my professional life up to a whole new
level.
  

We
took the elevator together, me trying to look composed and normal under the
increasing pressure of my vibrating core and failing miserably, while Jason
looked the epitome of the strong alpha male he was in the opposite corner. He
threw me a sly smirk as we walked out into the foyer behind the two office
staff who’d been sharing our
ride,
and straight into
the back seat of his waiting car as he pulled me onto his lap, kissing me
ferociously. “How do you feel?” he grinned as I squirmed against him, revelling
in the bulge of his rock hard cock beneath the fabric of my skirt. “Like I need
you inside me” I grinned, moaning as his ensuing kiss possessed my entire
being.

I
was euphoric, highly charged and incredibly aroused and I didn’t really want
‘the chat’ but I knew it had to happen. I still had a few questions for him
that we didn’t cover last night, and guessed we had twenty minutes, traffic
dependent, until we reached his home and I certainly didn’t want to be having
it then. I needed an angle on how we would play it. Work might not be too happy
I was fucking the competition and I wasn’t sure how the whole work/ Dom/
submissive/ Jason King situation would fit into real life. We were already so
entwined
professionally,
it was harder than I’d
thought to separate my feelings, to switch off my ‘Smith’. In the most
wonderful way, today had thrown me even more, so I took the plunge.

“I
just want to establish what this is and how it’s going to work Jason” I said
quietly as he eyed me intently. He clearly had other things than ‘the chat’ on
his mind
aswell
and I couldn’t help but giggle. “I
know you don’t do girlfriends so I take it that’s not what I am”. He chuckled
gently. “You wouldn’t want to spend a minute more with me than was absolutely
necessary, just fuck and get it over with, I think that’s what you said
Charlotte” he said firmly, quirking an eyebrow at me. Well I had brought that
one on myself. “So that’s a no then, but we are having an unusual sexual
liaison and I want this, I really want it, but I need to know how it will be, you
know with work and everything”.

“We’ll
keep it quiet and out of the workplace” he said simply, smirking deliciously
and pulling me in for another deep kiss as I wriggled against him, trying to
quiet the pulsing between my thighs. It didn’t work, I took a deep breath.
“Jason, you asked me to pitch with a love egg in each of my most private
orifices which you controlled whilst in a meeting with my boss, so excuse me,
but the line is blurry for me. Do you understand?” His brow was knotted and he
was thinking about it, eventually nodding his head. “You can behave like a
prick and no one will notice because you do it all the time” I grinned. That
got me two raised eyebrows. “But my behaviour around you is erratic and
irrational and I can’t let that seep into my work, because unlike you, I don’t
own the company”. He slipped open the buttons on my blouse just enough to slide
his hands under my bra and pinched my nipples hard as I gasped at him wide
eyed. “Everyone doesn’t think I’m a prick Smith. That particular affliction was
unique to you and I firmly believe it no longer applies” he said shaking his
head slowly as I moaned deliciously under his touch. I had chosen the wrong
time for this particular conversation, my lips parted, breathing ragged and
desperate for a kiss that wasn’t forthcoming.

 
“When I see you at pitches, or when you’re out
with your colleagues you’ll be Smith. When I’m in control, it will be
Charlotte, OK?” That sounded fair enough and I smiled and nodded as best I
could under my current torment. “This is very different for me too Charlotte.
But let’s get one thing straight. While you’re sat fidgeting on my lap, giving
me a raging hard on, you do not call me a prick or insult me in any other way.
I am going to punish you for that” he said firmly as my breath hitched. That
was unfair, we hadn’t established the rules when I said it, but my body was
absolutely on fire, and my heart had flipped at the admission that it wasn’t
what he was used to either. “Sorry Jason” I said sweetly, gazing up at him through
my lashes, as he grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth to his, exploring me deeply
with his tongue until we reached his home.

“Oh
and Charlotte, I want you pitching without panties next week” he grinned,
releasing the door and holding my hand to help me out. “You’re blurring the
line again Jason” I giggled as he grinned wickedly.
Impossible
man.
I was smiling internally, ecstatic at the turn of events, still
hardly able to take in that I had agreed to be a secret submissive partner to
Jason King as we made our way quickly up the stone steps of his house. He
looked absolutely normal, with me on slightly shaking legs and my bra on show
through my open blouse and panting furiously.

The
second the front door closed, he pulled me hard against him, cupping my arse
cheeks through the flimsy fabric of my skirt as he fired the eggs back to life
inside me, the strange unique feelings and the proximity of Jason, making me
shudder deliciously. “I want you to tell me how that feels inside you” he
growled, watching my expression intently as my breathing grew ragged and
squeezing my buttocks with huge firm hands. “Lovely. Different” I whispered
“I’ve never had anything in there before” I smiled, partly embarrassed to admit
this to a man who was clearly as sexually experienced as it got. “Really?” he
frowned as I flushed and nodded. “Well that will change” he smirked, as I took
a deep breath. “Go and take them out and then we’ll deal with that punishment”
he said firmly, gesturing me upstairs and to the en suite bathroom, feeling
slightly relieved he hadn’t tried to remove them himself, particularly the one
that was currently doing wonderful things deep inside my arse.

I
caught my reflection in the mirror, surprised to see how flushed and aroused I
looked, making my way back to him as quickly as I could. He had removed his
jacket and shirt and stood in only his black trousers, his feet were bare and
the man looked utterly glorious. I had seen him naked yesterday but the sight
of his solid chest and muscular, cut tanned six
pack
did ridiculous things to my insides and I couldn’t avert my gaze. He was
stunning, a heavenly version of perfection, but he was here, flesh and blood
and about to punish and possess me, and I was desperate for it to happen. “Take
off everything but your panties, stockings and shoes” he growled as I discarded
my clothes as quickly as I could. There was no provocative undressing
today,
I wanted to feel that hard body too much. A wry smile
played on his lips as though he could see my need, standing there raking his
eyes slowly over me and it didn’t look like he was in any rush at all as I
stepped towards him. He put his hand up to stop me, which only served to
increase the desperation written all over my face as he watched me intently.
“So how do you think I should punish you Charlotte?” he said firmly, the
brooding magnificence on powerful display, my short shallow breathing betraying
my need under the weight of his gaze. “I don’t know” I said gently and the
truth was I didn’t know my
options,
I had never done
this before. He walked towards me, his small smirk betraying his amusement at
my naivety. “Well I can think of lots of ways” he said firmly as my breath
hitched, suddenly wondering what I was in for “but I think we’ll start with the
basics”.

 
“Have you ever been spanked before?” he
whispered deliciously against my ear as I shook my head, swallowing hard. He
held my gaze, my answer seeming to please him as he moved away retrieving a
leather paddle from his bedroom drawer and walking back to me, holding it
tightly and slapping it gently across his palm. I couldn’t take my eyes off it,
imaging the feel of the tough leather against my bare cheeks, my breathing
growing heavy. It looked like it would probably hurt.
A lot.

He
stood before me running his free hand across my cheek and down to my swollen
breasts, gazing at me so intently with beautiful sapphire eyes, black with
desire, assessing my response as I
arched
towards
him, breathing heavily, my heart pounding through my chest. “I’ll give you the
choice today Charlotte, but that won’t happen again” he said as I gazed up at
him. “It will be this” he said, giving me the paddle to hold and feel as I
looked down at it, running my fingers over the flat leather surface “or this”
he said firmly, running a large firm hand over my backside as I looked up at
him in such desperate need I could almost have come right then.

“Kneel
on the floor and wait for me. By the time I return I expect you to have made
your choice”. I did as he said without hesitation gazing up at him, my body
silently pleading for him not to go. “Stay there and do not move” he ordered as
I followed his command, wanting to scream out loud that I didn’t need time to
decide, as he strode out of the room, descending the stairs until I couldn’t
hear him any longer.

 
I was nervous, fidgety and highly aroused,
knowing that whatever was coming couldn’t be worse than the indefinite waiting.
He was making me suffer, and after fifteen minutes I almost gave up. It seemed
unfair after pitching with love eggs inside me all bloody afternoon, but I had
pulled the stunt last night when
Tamsin
called, and
said in the car that everyone thinks he behaved like a dick. Even in my naivety
I realised neither were appropriate behaviour for a submissive. It had been a
blatant lie anyway, everyone loved King. In truth it was one of the major
reasons he had irritated me so much. It took every ounce of strength not to
call his name, but I didn’t, gazing at the floor and trying to blank the
growing feelings of desperation from my mind.

 
“Your hand” I said breathily, as he appeared
in the doorway, not even giving him time to ask the damn question and totally
betraying my need. I loved the feel of his flesh against mine and also assumed
it would be slightly less painful. He smirked wickedly, one eyebrow raised and
took the paddle from my hand, tossing it on the floor, guiding me to stand
before him as he sat on the edge of the bed looking utterly divine, before
pulling me roughly over his knee. Shit what the hell had I let myself in for.
He manoeuvred me into position, pulling my panties down and twisting them until
they held my legs prisoner, running one hand over my bare flesh, firing up the
nerve endings under his blazing touch, while gathering my hair with the other
and sliding it over my right shoulder so he could see my face, before cupping
my breasts and squeezing tightly. He was taking things slowly, and it was only
serving to increase the pulsing need that had been building in my core all
afternoon and by the time his hand crashed down I was silently begging him for
it.

I
gasped out loud at the force of the blow, the stinging sensation setting my
nerves on fire as he rubbed the tender flesh gently, the low rumble in his
throat, betraying the fact that he was enjoying this as much as I was. He ran a
finger gently over my clit before the second smack came, the stinging pain
igniting the other cheek, in exactly the same way. The pain was strange and
unique and almost not like pain at all, and I was shocked to realise I was
actually enjoying the sensations as he gently caressed the area, a mixture of
heat and tenderness, my nerve endings reacting to the delicious assault. “I’m
going to spank you ten times Charlotte” he said, his voice low and deep and
edged with the desire I was feeling myself, as the third spank came, followed
quickly by a fourth, lower down and I moaned out loud. A low chuckle preceded
five and six, each in a different area and I could sense every delicate nerve,
hot, on fire, cooled by the delicious gentle strokes that followed them and I
was infinitely wetter than I had ever been before. My legs were forced together
by the panties on my thighs and I could feel my wetness on them seeping from my
core as he stroked my hair away again.

He
watched my reaction closely and the bulge under my stomach was unmistakeable as
he crashed down seven and eight hard, forcing my clit to rub against him and I
cried out as the most exquisite sensations of pleasure and pain took over my
body. He hadn’t touched me there since he’d started, save one gentle stroke,
and I almost felt a tinge of embarrassment at how much I was enjoying this, but
was too far gone to really care. I was panting, desperate for his hard cock as
he stroked the spots he had just smacked, deliciously and tenderly. Nine and
ten came in quick succession and these were the hardest of all, sending my
nerve endings into orbit, my clit pulsing and my arse on fire. He pinched my
nipples hard, almost driving me into orgasm as I writhed on his lap, desperate
for release, but I was trapped and going nowhere, stilled by the firm hand on
the base of my back. The low groan and solid erection that was driving through
the fabric of his trousers letting me know in no uncertain terms that he was as
turned on as I was, and that in itself was a huge aphrodisiac.