Young, Allyson - Broken [Running to Love 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (5 page)

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Tabitha opened her eyes and was out of bed in the next heartbeat. Where the hell was she, and why was she nearly naked? Her breathing slowed, and her stomach returned to its rightful place when she realized she had been in her boss’s bed. Kyle had obviously woken before her, and strangely, she felt both relief and chagrin that he hadn’t touched her again or woken her for more instruction. Near hysterical laughter burbled up, and she choked on it. She didn’t laugh and rarely smiled, and there really was nothing funny about this situation. Shower sounds emulated from the master bath, and she took a step toward it, and then forced herself to back up. She looked around and saw her clothing laid neatly across a chaise lounge near the bed. She quickly dressed, although her stockings were in sad repair, so she stripped them off and tucked them into her purse. Forcing her hair into an untidy bun at the back of her neck, Tabitha searched for her compact and lipstick. She was going to have to wash her face clear of the tracks of mascara so set out to find another bathroom.

Kyle appeared in the doorway of the guest bathroom after Tabitha had used the facilities and washed. He wore a silk robe and was towelling his hair. He had yet to shave and looked for all the world like those hunky men Tabitha saw on the front of those romance novels some of the women in the office read. His green eyes were speculative and intent.

“I’ve asked Thomas to drive you back to your apartment right away, so you’ll have time to get ready for work,” he told her.

Tabitha’s heart sank to her shoes. She actually felt it. Last night was something out of this world for her, and now he was dismissing her. She guessed the “relationship” was over as she’d been found wanting. Small wonder. She straightened her shoulders and nodded to him, trying to move past his bulk.

“Good. I am never late.”

Kyle spun her by the waist and pulled her right up against him. He kissed her breathless and touched her cheek.

“You sound so formal for someone who has been known as intimately as I knew you, love.”

Tabitha struggled not to blush and contented herself with just looking at him. She worked hard at not letting him see any reaction from her.

“I love that you say nothing unless you really have something to say, Tabitha, although I expect there are times when you would like to say it and think better of it. I am going to have to teach you how to ask for what you want and punish you when you don’t think enough of yourself to ask for what you deserve. Come, love, Thomas is waiting, and I will take you back to bed if you don’t leave now.”

Kyle escorted her to the door and handed her off to Thomas. “Thomas will pick you up from work. Be on time.”

Tabitha stared as Kyle shut the door. Mr. Control. Mr. Boss. She thought she’d like to slap him and was astonished at her temerity. But then she had no life outside of work and really couldn’t complain about being wined and dined and, well, pleasured. But there was that word, punishment, again. She was sure she didn’t like the sound of that.

Chapter Four

Tabitha knelt before Kyle in the bedroom on a cushion he had placed for her. She was nude, although wearing a pair of red stilettos he had purchased for her. He must have checked her size the previous evening.

Thomas had picked her up from work, to the speculative stares of other office staff. Kyle had been right in his assessment of office politics, but she had only one more day there and then would start her new job.

Kyle had met her at the door, again wearing his silk robe and obviously freshly showered. He had taken her to the master bath and told her to shower. When she emerged, her clothes were gone, and she went in search of him wearing only the bath sheet. Kyle was in the gourmet kitchen, and all manner of seafood and vegetables were laid out on the island. He had settled her on a stool then tugged the bath sheet to allow it to drop down, leaving her naked before him. It was warm in the house, so there was no excuse for her nipples to tighten and pucker, a fact that was not lost on Kyle, who tapped each one gently with a forefinger.

He had fixed a plate for her and often fed her choice morsels from his own. There was a light sparkling wine, but he only half filled her glass. Tabitha felt cherished somehow, taken care of, and while it felt a bit unsettling, she thought she liked this new experience, too. They talked about work and the world markets, and she found herself smiling with him. After eating, Kyle led her back to the master bath and lifted her to sit on the vanity. The granite was cool against her bottom and thighs, and she watched him curiously as he gathered a few things from the drawer. Sated from the food and nurture, Tabitha didn’t protest Kyle’s next moves, although she thought she should.

He pushed her thighs apart and then lathered her pubic curls, flickering a finger over her clit as he did so. Tabitha felt the now familiar moisture in her vagina and leaned back to give him better access. She watched as he carefully shaved her and checked for any stray hairs that he might have missed. Kyle then patted her with hot washcloths, followed by a lotion that soothed her skin.

“You will be more sensitive to my touch without hair, love,” Kyle told her, “And I want to be able to spread your pussy and look at you bare.”

Tabitha felt a bit strange to be so naked on her mound, but there was also a flare of excitement. She didn’t get excited unless something good was coming down at work, but she knew the feeling was like that.

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Kyle moved Tabitha off the vanity and took her to the big bed. He sat her on the edge and then knelt to put the heels on her.

“On your hands and knees, Tabitha, facing the headboard,” he told her, and she complied with barely any hesitation. Kyle smiled to himself. He had created a monster, or so he hoped.

He moved to take a place behind her, stroking the curve of her back, running his palms over her buttocks, squeezing the round mounds. He nipped her then kissed the sting away, and she started to push back toward him. The red shoes gave her a wanton look. He slid beneath her, pressing her thighs apart with his shoulders between her knees as he brought his mouth up to her now dripping cunt. By gripping her tightly at the waist, he held her to him for another intimate feasting, her breasts swinging and swaying, brushing the top of his head. Kyle fucked her with his tongue and lapped her now even more sensitive folds until he could have drowned in her juices. He sucked her clit into his mouth hard, and she flailed above him. Just another position Tabitha could repeat for him.

“Kyle?” she quietly said after he had moved her to her side to face him. He kissed her and knew she could taste herself on him. She didn’t pull away.

“Yes, Tabitha?” he answered.

“I was thinking that you haven’t, well, you haven’t had any pleasure,” she offered.

Kyle’s heart jumped. “I get pleasure from giving you pleasure, love,” he responded, lazily circling a nipple.

Tabitha pulled back. “I meant you having an orgasm, too,” she said, almost huffily.

“And will you give me one, Tabitha?” Kyle asked.

“Yes,” she said with great resolve, “but I’m not good at it.”

Kyle nearly laughed. She was so earnest, acting all fair. He pulled her from the bed and picked a cushion from the chaise. He placed it in front of him and looked at her expectantly. Tabitha sank down on it, and he gathered her hair on top of her head, securing it with a band.

“I want to see you suck me, Tabitha. Open your mouth wide, and keep your hands at your sides,” Kyle ordered. “I’m going to put the head of my cock on your lips, and you are to run your tongue over it until I tell you to stop.”

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Tabitha did as he asked and was relieved to be able to breathe and not choke, tasting Kyle’s cock, licking the bead of moisture off of the slit at the top. He tasted salty and a bit tart all at the same time. His cock was really big, but she wasn’t ten or even fourteen years old anymore. She was a grown woman. She knew that she was getting him wet, and he seemed to like what she was doing to him.

“I’m going to push into your mouth more now, love,” came Kyle’s voice, sounding strained. She looked up at him as he pushed deeper and saw that his features were starker, more etched than before and that his eyes had darkened to emerald.

Kyle wove his hands through her hair, loosening it from its restraint, and began to guide her mouth over his cock in a seesaw motion.

“Close your mouth over my cock and suck it,” he grated, “and use your tongue.”

Tabitha followed his instructions and found herself matching a rhythm of some kind, feeling somehow powerful. She paid close attention to what she was doing and how Kyle was responding. She would probably have to do this again. She wanted to.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, and you’ll feel me at the back of your throat. Breathe through your nose and relax your throat. You’ll be fine.”

Kyle sounded as though he could barely get the words out, but she was obviously pleasing him, and she appreciated his attempt not to scare her.

Tabitha did as he asked but for a moment regressed and panicked. She clung to his reassurance and met his now hard, frantic pace.

“Swallow,” Kyle insisted. “Swallow now.”

Tabitha choked on the spurts of semen at first, but Kyle’s very taste kept her grounded, and she managed to swallow most of him down. His warm, sultry gaze and stroking of her hair rewarded her, and she smiled back at him, licking the remnants of his cum from her lips. He tasted salty but clean, somehow, and she hadn’t minded it.

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Kyle felt rejuvenated and ready to go again at that smile. He was going to fuck Tabitha tonight, and depending upon how sore she got, maybe more than once. He sensed that she was beginning to trust him and willing to try more things with him. Taking her to the playroom would be pushing it, but he planned to show it to her in the near future and explain his darker needs. He believed by then Tabitha would be willing to explore her own.

They leaned against one another on the couch in the den, listening to jazz and blues while sipping brandy. Tabitha had no real preference in music but said she enjoyed hearing his choice. Kyle was wearing his silk robe again, but Tabitha wasn’t allowed to cover herself. She acknowledged his contention that she needed confidence and needed to become comfortable in her own skin. Being naked with him would hopefully become liberating and reassuring. The house was warm, and his body heat would contribute to her comfort.

Kyle told her a little about his childhood, about how his parents had both died in a car crash in Europe and that he had taken over the company at the young age of twenty-four, fresh from graduate school. He talked about his sister, who was nearly ten years older than he, and his grown nephew and niece. They all lived on the East Coast, and he rarely saw them. He explained that he was extremely self-sufficient but that he had solid, good friends by virtue of his own strong sense of loyalty.

“I will introduce you to both my sister and her children and, of course, to my friends, Tabitha.” When Tabitha tensed, he understood that she was probably anxious about how quickly things were moving, and he added, “But all in good time, love. I won’t rush you.”

He told her he had never married and had no children. He told her she would soon tour his home and he would share its history with her. Kyle pressed her tightly to him and wondered if she felt his arousal when he spoke of the tour and if it puzzled her, but she said nothing. He made a mental note to delete the video he would make of Tabitha’s debut in the playroom. The camera was wired to automatically turn on when the lights did, but he doubted that there would be any need for him to watch it. He knew what Tabitha needed, and there was no way he would allow her to be used as a training video. Those days were past. He already believed she was his One. Soon, he would explain that concept to her.

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Tabitha knew it would soon be time for her to share, quid pro quo, and she wondered how much she could avoid divulging. This man seemed to have climbed back inside her head, and while part of her quailed in terror, another part craved him. She so wanted to trust someone implicitly, to be able to share anything and everything. She wanted a friend as much as a lover.