The Boss (19 page)

"I'm going to fuck you, Sophie," he said,
pushing against my opening. "And I'm going to let you come."

I whimpered. I needed my release so badly.
Our stolen moment at the office hadn't been nearly enough to make
up for the long, frustrating weekend. When the head of him
stretched me, I groaned and pushed back. That only caused him to
withdraw entirely.

"But I'm going to take my time."

My shoulders sagged, and my forehead touched
the bed. All I could do was hold perfectly still and hope – praying
the most profane prayer possible – that he would just get it over
with and make me come already.

He pushed inside halfway, and my breath made
a strangled sound in my throat. I took him in with an ease that
surprised me, like I had been custom fitted to handle his length,
his girth. He slid out, and I clutched at him with my internal
muscles. Then, he thrust forward and buried himself in me so deeply
I gasped.

"Shall I stop?" He sounded concerned, and I
knew he wasn't teasing, but really inquiring as to my well being.
He leaned over my back, still hard inside of me, and reached to
pull the panties from my mouth.

"Please, Sir, don't stop," I panted, my voice
hoarse. My mouth had dried out with the handful of rayon that had
been stuffed in it.

"You remember the words?” His anxiety was
apparent. I wondered if he'd been with someone who hadn't used the
safe word, or if he just didn't trust me to remember because of my
inexperience.

"Neil, I promise," I said through gritted
teeth. "Please, just fuck me."

He slapped my ass with a growl.

Neil Elwood growls during sex. There's a
quote for
Forbes.

The butterflies in my stomach rioted and my
hands fisted in the bedding. I held my breath as he rammed hard
into me, then withdrew and slammed in again. One of his hands slid
from my hip down to my cleft, seeking out my clit. He stroked me in
rough circles and I couldn't decide whether I wanted to push
against his hand or back on his cock. Cold sweat broke out on my
flushed skin. I panted in time to his thrusts, until I was
practically hyperventilating. The release he'd denied me for so
long built up again, and this time it wouldn't be denied. I raced
toward the peak, breathless, unintelligible sounds bursting from my
lips.

"Tell me, Sophie. Tell me what you're
feeling." He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head
back.

I didn't recognize my own desperate, raw
voice as I screamed, "I'm coming." He slammed hard against me, as
deep as he could go. My legs shook, my arms trembled with
exhaustion. Every millimeter of my skin flared with raw, sexual
response. Everything was too much; his hands, his cock, the sweat
dripping off my nose, the cramps in my feet as my toes clenched and
released rhythmically with my orgasm.

I was vaguely aware of the brush of his
tongue across my spine before he groaned, "I love to feel you come.
Let’s do it again, shall we?"

Still on fire, still reeling and dizzy from
release, I could not escape his touch. He pinched my clitoris and
held it, slowly pulled his body back to rock the head of his cock
against my g-spot.

"Right there. Oh right there, oh please, oh
god, yes," I babbled as I raced toward another climax, tilting my
hips with his shallow thrusts. It was torture. He was just barely
inside of me. My muscles clenched, holding his cock tight against
that sensitive patch, and as I burned toward release with shrill
gasps, he let go of my clit. My blood pounded back into the
enflamed flesh, and that was all it took to make me spasm all
around him, screaming, sobbing.

I couldn't take anymore, I realized with a
shiver of sensation as he sank into me. He'd told me he wouldn't
stop until I begged him. So, I begged him. "Please, Sir. No
more."

He withdrew slowly. "Take the pillow. Put it
on the floor and kneel on it."

Gooseflesh stood out all over my body. I rose
on quivering legs and did as I was told, dropping the pillow on the
floor at the foot of the bed. I knelt on it, and looked up at him
expectantly as he stood before me.

He rolled the condom off and tossed it on the
bed, then rubbed the massive head of his cock against my lips. “You
only came twice, Sophie.”

“It was a little too intense, Sir,” I
murmured, my tongue slipping out to touch the tight, satiny skin of
his cock.

“Oh, then you
are
in trouble.” He took
a breath as I ran my tongue over the slit in his tip. “Because
nothing would give me more pleasure than to make you come over and
over, with no let up, until you were screaming and sobbing and
begging me to stop. Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes, Sir. Just as long as you don’t
expect me to walk after.” My thighs trembled with exhaustion at the
mere thought of what one more orgasm would have done to me.

I took him in my fist and pumped his length,
slowly rolling his foreskin up and then back. I wet my lips and
leaned forward to take just his tip into my mouth. Neil's hand fell
on my head, not to urge me along, but to thread through my hair. He
exerted no pressure, just held on, and his reaction emboldened me.
I circled him with my tongue, slipping between the sensitive glans
and the ridge of skin I glided back and forth. Then I dove down the
length of him, taking him as deeply as I could.

He groaned, his hips rocking just a little in
time to the bobbing of my mouth on him. I lightly raked the nails
of my unoccupied hand down the back of his thigh and sucked him
slowly, my tongue swirling round and round. I loved how strangely
intimate a blowjob could be, almost more so than intercourse. I
loved knowing that there was no possible way my partner could be
thinking of anything else. The pleasure I took in performing the
act made me feel almost selfish.

I tilted my head slightly up, the flat of my
tongue lapping the underside of his cock. Neil watched my every
move. When we made eye contact, I held it, knowing I was the focus
of his entire world. A renewed rush of desire flooded through me at
the heat I saw in his eyes.

Slowly and steadily, I kept my hand squeezing
and stroking, my lips sliding up and down his length as far as I
could. I cupped his balls and felt them draw up, heavy and hot in
my hand. The telltale hitch in his breathing, the tight grip he had
on my hair, all of it clued me in that he wasn't going to be much
longer. I slightly sped up my efforts, and he groaned, "Oh god,"
before his cock jerked and a burst hit the roof of my mouth. It
took me a second to react and swallow, but I did, and then again,
and again, before I finally released him.

He let go of my hair and offered me a hand
up. I took it, giggling, "I need to get a drink of water."

He briefly pulled me into his arms, planting
a quick kiss on my cheek. As I headed to the bathroom, he swatted
my behind, and I snickered to myself.

When I came back after rinsing my mouth and
using the facilities, Neil was in bed, sitting half-up against the
mountain of lush, comfy pillows. I looked at the alarm clock on the
nightstand. Quarter to eleven.

"I should probably..." I didn't want to
finish my sentence, because it sounded an awful lot like I was
trying to fuck and run. And I was, but I had work in the
morning.

"No, come here. Just for a minute," he urged,
patting the bed beside him. "I don’t want you to go home and have
another drop.”

A part of me still thought I could leave and
feel fine, but the other part of me remembered the way I'd burst
into tears in his office earlier that day and how shitty I had
felt. He was right; the whole Domination/submission thing really
could mess with my head if I wasn’t careful. I decided to follow
his lead on this one.

"How's your bum?" he asked as I slid in next
to him. The sheets were crisp and clean and felt amazing on my
naked skin.

I smiled and shook my head. "Bum? And it's
fine. I'll definitely feel it tomorrow." At his look of concern, I
quickly added, "But that was the point, wasn't it? I like to feel
totally fucked? Especially since we don't get together that
often."

"We could see each other more frequently, if
you wanted to," he suggested as I settled in at his side. I rested
my head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around my back.

I snuggled down, letting his body warm mine.
"I thought we weren't doing serious. Seeing each other a lot
seems..."

"It doesn't have to be serious." He kissed
the top of my head. "We see each other every day at work, after
all."

"Hey, about that?" I rolled onto my side, so
I could look him in the eye. "Deja totally knows something is going
on."

His hand, previously stroking my upper arm,
stilled. "What do you mean?"

"She mentioned it to me. She asked how long
we'd worked together, and then she made some comment about the way
you look at me." I nibbled my lower lip. "She says you're always
looking at me."

"I work with you. How can I do that without
occasionally looking at you?" he asked, a note of defensiveness
creeping into his voice. Then he sighed in resignation. "All right.
I have noticed my eyes straying unnecessarily. I'll work on that.
And we’ll avoid further... contact in the office.”

The bed was ridiculously comfortable, and I
felt myself sinking deeper into it with every heartbeat. "Where are
we going to meet when you move out of this place?"

"It seems unfair that I’m forcing you to come
to me, but you have your roommate..." He hesitated. "We could keep
our tradition of doing nasty things in hotel rooms. Or are you
averse to coming to my apartment?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure you're
comfortable with that." I shrugged. "And I can see why you wouldn't
want to come to my place. It's kind of small."

"Would you be uncomfortable if I were to come
over?" he asked, resuming his slow stroking of my shoulder and
back.

Good question. How would I deal with having
Neil in my space, where I lived every day? That made things a
little too personal, didn't it? On the other hand... "Actually, it
would be awesome to go to sleep right after sex, instead of getting
in a cab."

"You never have to leave. I would never throw
you out." His foot rubbed against my ankle beneath the blankets,
and I couldn't help my smile. "As casual as we may be about it,
this is still a relationship. I don't ever want you to feel used or
objectified. I do care about you and your feelings, Sophie."

A knot in my chest, one I had never noticed
was there, eased at his words. Even though my rational mind thought
better of Neil, some part of me that had never dealt with trust all
that well had been doubting him, without my ever knowing it.

A physical shiver of relief went through me,
and he hugged me closer, asking in concern, "Are you all
right?"

"Yeah, I'm great. I'm better than great." I
leaned up and kissed him, a playful peck to let him know everything
really was okay, then reluctantly rolled away from him. “That was
amazing.”

“That is just the tip of the iceberg,” he
said with a grin.

I lay there, letting him play with my hair,
on the verge of dozing. Something important pricked at my brain. It
took me a moment to figure out what was bothering me. When I did, I
had a hard time phrasing it. I started uncertainly, “Hey... when
we’re together like this... you don’t have to always remind me of
the safe word. I mean, I appreciate it, since I’m new at this. But
I promise I’ll use it. I’m not stupid.”

His big palm rested against the small of my
back, making slow, gentle circles with his fingertips. It stilled
as he considered his answer. “I know you’re not stupid. It was
never my intent to make you feel that way.”

“I know, you’re just trying to be careful,
because of my freak out.” It was totally illogical, but I felt like
I had done something wrong.

“No. Please don’t feel embarrassed about
that. Perhaps I should tell you…” He took a deep breath, and I
braced myself to hear something really bad. “I have tried being
submissive before and, caught up in the heat of the moment, I
forgot to safe word. My Dom didn’t realize I was no longer enjoying
myself, and it turned out to be a very bad experience. I would
never want to do that to you.”

“So, was she just not good at her job,
or...”

“He,” Neil clarified cautiously.

“Oh.” Neil slept with men, too? That was a
surprise. Not necessarily a bad one, when I started imagining it in
my head. In fact, it might turn out to be some quality tub time
material, if I left out the whole “bad experience” part.

“He wasn’t a very good Dom. At the time I
thought he was quite impressive. He suggested I sub for him so that
I would know what it felt like when I was the Dominant,” Neil
explained. “But not being submissive myself, I didn’t enjoy it at
all. I was bound, I panicked, and I seriously injured my neck and
shoulder.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag up bad
memories.” Gosh, I knew how to kill a mood, didn’t I?

Then I had another thought, and I couldn’t
not
ask, not if I was supposed to go back into work
tomorrow. “Um, I’m sorry for asking, but... it wasn’t... Rudy?”

He looked horrified. “My god, Sophie, no.
He’s my best friend. I may be fairly easy going when it comes to
sexuality, but my private life is more or less compartmentalized.
Once I see someone in a certain light, I’m very unlikely to
re-categorize him. Besides, Rudy is a bit of a prude.”

I snorted. “Okay. But listen, you don’t have
to keep going on and on about the safe words. I know them. And I
trust you to know if you need to stop and check on me.”

“I will take that note,” he promised. “But I
will always be sure the safe words and signals are clear before we
begin. That’s not just for you, it’s for me as well.”