Chapter Two
We worked at the satellite office for a week. That was all he gave the contractors, and they managed to kick it in and get it done. I marveled at his ability to push even insurance companies to cut through the muck. Just more proof he’d be a good Dom. He knew when to push and how to do it.
As I worked through a difficult part of a contract negotiations, I checked to make sure everything was exacting in every way. Though I’d had the space, I hadn’t had my own computer with its presets and favorites, and everything took longer.
It set me behind. Weeks later, in my own office, and I’d almost caught up. Almost.
The shrill alarm screeched through the building. My head screamed out in denial of the sound. Another drill. This had become tedious. Three shriek fests in the past month. In my eyes, this played a little like shutting the barn door after the horses escaped, but I just rolled my eyes. After the very real small fire had scared everyone and caused a trample for the door, my boss had instigated weekly practice runs until everyone reacted to his satisfaction.
A former Army man, I supposed it excused his incessant drilling, but it wreaked havoc on my work availability and concentration. This time, I kept plowing through my project, though it was hard to concentrate with the noise burrowing its way into my head. I wanted to smash things, starting with the damn alarm system.
“Fiona.” The way he said my name… His voice traveled through me like caramel through a candy bar. I shivered in delight and hoped he didn’t notice. It had been harder to maintain my façade of late.
“Nicholas.”
Part smart ass, yep, that about summed me up.
“Do you not hear the alarm?”
“I heard it loud and clear. However, I am not one of the people who freaked out during that small fire in the breakroom microwave. I don’t need the practice.”
“You don’t need the practice.” He repeated me deadpan.
I glanced over at him, his tone having an undercurrent I wasn’t sure about. “No, but I do need to get these done and turned in before I miss a deadline. The fire and working away from the office put me behind on all the contract work.” My client was not exactly known for their patience…any more than myself. It was why we’d clicked so well. I didn’t plan on letting this obsession with punishing us for a few people’s idiocy to overtake my work, especially since I’d proven myself during our little fiasco.
He stalked over to me and put his face in mine. “I say we drill until the whole team moves without panic.”
“And I say you cry wolf too many times, and no one will respond in the case of a real fire,” I replied quietly. I didn’t want to fight, and I understood his reasoning. However, I’d had enough of lost time. “Listen, I’m not trying to deny your authority. I just have to get these done.” With his blue eyes and strong cheekbones, not to mention lips that I wanted to kiss like every time he spoke… I tried to breathe. His face that close to mine had my libido revving up even when annoyed with him, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to move those precious inches closer and taste those lips. His natural body heat washed over me, and my nipples hardened.
His eyes flared and just that quickly, he stepped back. I took a deep breath. God, I hated when I came that close to losing myself into my lust for my boss. Since the day of the fire when we’d left holding hands, there’d only been mild flirting from him. Probably back in boss mode too much. Or maybe I’d been too busy to notice? I just wanted him to slam me up against the wall and have his way with me, but since he was the boss, it wasn’t likely to happen.
“What if I fired you?”
My heart skipped in fear I’d spoken my previous thoughts aloud. “E-excuse me?” Was he asking her out? No, wait, he couldn’t read minds. Right?
“You’re not participating in the drill.”
Oh, right. The drill. Damn, but he messed with my concentration when he stood so close. I tried to pay attention to his words instead of my libido.
“What sort of punishment should I devise?”
My face flamed in both embarrassment and thrill. I hoped he didn’t notice, but God help me, I could think of plenty of ways for him to punish me. “I see. Fine, I’ll go out. However, by the time we are let back in, I will need to leave. You can explain to the customer why it’s not ready in time.”
As it was not a real fire and I was already behind, I walked smartly over to the elevators, frustrated and turned on at the same time. I loved that he didn’t let me walk all over him and pushed for what he wanted as boss.
Nicholas followed me and stood by as we waited for the doors to open. His stance reminded me of military stance, so rigid and straight in bearing. Always, he appeared as if he would be ready at a moment’s notice to attack or defend. Part of his attraction for me.
The strong shoulders emphasized his strength, which he tried to hide with fancy suits and a boardroom demeanor set to make you feel as if you had a say. To be fair, he did listen to other people’s ideas. However, anyone with an ounce of business acumen could read the power and alpha male under it all. I dearly loved alpha males who didn’t lord it over everyone else, and who weren’t afraid to listen to other’s opinions. I’d quit wondering why I was so turned on by him after the first employee meeting.
Lost in my musings, I’d nearly forgotten my pique.
“Too bad you didn’t choose to have me punish you,” he said in a husky voice that had me speechless.
I turned my attention back to the elevator. At the ping, the double doors gave way, and I stepped in, Nicholas right behind me. I groaned in my head. Fuck. I wanted him behind me. Slapping my ass, punishing me, his cock deep inside and…
My lungs began to feel tight, and my breath came out in short pants. He pressed the button for the lower floor, and I leaned myself back against the coolness of the metal walls, using the cool rail to hold myself up, closing my eyes. Damn it. I did not need this right now. A lot harder to hide my feeling with us being the only ones in the tight space. I nearly groaned out loud. Everything soared right to dirty when in his presence. And what the fuck did he mean by punishment? Did he want to fire me?
When the telltale sound of the elevator motor starting up did not come as expected, I opened my eyes back up. The red light stared back at me as if to say, tough. I admit, I sort of panicked. My earlier arousal became lost in the fear of being trapped. I hit the button three times, and when nothing happened, I tried to open the doors.
Nothing.
Still.
Now, I’m not too claustrophobic, but being trapped had its own issues. Normally, a short trip in an elevator I could handle after years of practice. I slammed the open-door button again. My breath started to come in short gasps.
Nothing.
Nicholas grabbed my hand. Only then did my hand start to sting from having hit the metal so hard so many times.
“Fiona,” he said quietly, firmly, still holding my hand. “Look at me,” he ordered sternly.
I just stared where his fingers touched my wrist, how they gave me a sense of safety, yet instilled excitement. Panic warred with lust. I kept looking at his hand as the battle raged within. Those beautiful hands cupping my breasts, those fingers flicking my clit. They appeared strong. Would he spank me? He was a boss… I could just imagine him being Dom, ordering me about in the bedroom. I would—
“Fiona?” he repeated.
I kept my eyesight focused on his fingers. I needed to keep thinking of them as sensual tools to stave off the panic.
“Fiona!”
His commanding voice had me meeting his gaze before I’d even had a conscious thought to do otherwise.
“Are you okay?”
“I… I’m not sure,” I answered honestly.
“You claustrophobic?”
“Not exactly.” Fuck. Now I had to explain a weakness to my boss. I hated the vulnerability this instilled. I straightened my shoulders. “I can handle enclosed spaces. I can’t handle being trapped in them, though. No coffins for me,” I said, trying to joke to hide my fear and lust.
All at once, I saw compassion in his eyes. At least, I hoped it was compassion. I didn’t want pity. What I saw had me melting against him, wanting to just crawl up in his lap for comfort, assurance. For sensual stroking… Heaven help me, I didn’t know how I could hide my attraction much longer.
“Can we just be us while we’re stuck here,” he asked softly, pushing loose hair behind my ear.
I wanted to rail at him and tell him to quit talking to me as if I were made of spun glass, but right now, I was. No use denying it. Big tough Fiona had been found out. The panic edged my mind, threatening a hostile takeover if I didn’t calm it immediately. I swallowed hard. “Yes,” I said meekly.
“Good. Then, I’m going to kiss you unless you tell me no right now. I’ve wanted to since before you stayed and helped me clean up after the fire. That just proved you’re the kind of woman I believed you to be.”
I gaped openmouthed at him. Tell him no to a kiss? “When hell freezes over, I will tell you no,” I replied, surprised at my own courage.
His answering grin made my heart swell with pride. His one hand kept ahold of mine, but the other went to the back of my head. He moved so slowly, staring at me as he closed the distance, my anticipation slipping through me, lighting fires in its wake. When his lips met mine, I lost the ability to keep my eyes open. God, his lips were soft, yet firm. They explored my mouth as if I were the New World and he Leif Erikson.
Then his tongue sought out mine. I gasped in surprise, and then groaned as my body responded as if it had been waiting for this day. I put my arm around him and drew myself closer, wanting to touch everywhere. He let go of my hand and slid his hands to my shirt buttons. I whimpered in need when his hands touched my skin with each button he released. Soon, he had my shirt untucked, unbuttoned and falling off my shoulders.
He stopped the kiss and stepped back, giving me a sexy once over which burned me straight to my soul. Every inch of my body came alive under his scrutiny. “Please,” I found myself saying. The submissive side of me just came natural with him, even though I’d never wanted it before meeting him.
He flashed that sexy grin which had caught me the first day I worked for him. “I have waited since the day I met you to hear that.”
Confusion interrupted my lustful haze. “I say please to people all the time, even you.”
“Yes, but it’s just being polite, civil. That please you just gave me was dark, wanting. I’ve wanted to master you outside of the boardroom, in your bedroom, your kitchen, my office, I’ve wanted you.”
My chest tightened as I forgot to breathe, my nipples hardening and aching for his touch. He wanted dark and wanting? I scraped my nails down his still shirted back. “Please,” I said again, my voice lower as lust threatened to consume me. I barely held on to my self-control. I could feel his erection against my pelvic area through my business skirt and could hardly wait to have it plunging in me.
Something dark moved within his gaze. Watching me as he moved, he took off his tie and laid it across my shoulders. Then he took off his shirt, all while gazing at me like I was a steak dinner and he a starved man.
I dropped my shirt, leaving the tie where he’d set it, and began taking off my bra in retaliation. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts, so when the clasp in the back loosened, I ran my hands across my side, to the front, then up, the bra still hiding my nipples from him. I then slid my hands up and cupped the underside of my breasts, softly moving them back and forth under the lacy fabric.
He clenched his teeth. His blue eyes blazed at me. “You will be punished for that,” he said. “Even though I liked every second. You are teasing me, tormenting…”
While he talked, I had slipped the bra off, then began pinching my nipples. “Fiona,” he groaned, taking that step to me and crushing me to him in a kiss hotter than the fire we’d had in the breakroom.
His hands cupped my ass, mine went around his neck, pushing my breasts into his chest. He reached down and lifted my skirts up to around my waist. He broke the kiss off suddenly.
“Fuck. You have no underwear or nylons on.” He kissed down my neck and then took a deep breath before continuing. “Have you worked like this in my office before? Is this…is this how you were helping me clean?”
A wicked grin flitted across my face before I could stop it. “Every day I work here. If I wear underwear, they are the little lace ones. I prefer thigh highs for nylons, the ones with garters. The day of the fire? Nothing.”
He made a little noise in the back of his throat, and I grinned at him. “Is that okay?”
He groaned, his hands tightening their grip. “Yes. I nearly begged you to come home with me that night. You seemed receptive. Yes. But I may have a…hard…time around you, knowing that.”
I dipped my head into the crux of his throat and neck and took a small nip, loving how his close-cropped beard scraped across the sensitive skin of my cheeks. “You seem to be having a…hard…time now. Let’s fix that,” I finished on a whisper.
He turned me so that I faced the back of the elevator with its reflective walls. “Put your hands on the wall,” he ordered.
I leaned over a bit and put my hands on the wall, watching him in the reflections. “Like this,” I teased, wiggling my ass a bit, which caused the skirt to fall back over my butt and the tie to swing across my sensitive nipples. God, I’d forgotten about that.
“No,” he said while giving me a sharp slap on my ass. I couldn’t help the sounds emitting.
Yes, God, yes. I wanted this so much.
Then he undid the clasp of my skirt and let it pool at my feet. He put his hand between my legs, sliding it up. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, pushing against my thigh.
I did as he told me, feeling decadent in nothing but my heels, facing the walls with his tie slung around my neck. His fingers, those lovely fingers, dipped in me, and I cried out. “Oh God, yes.”
“You’re wet,” he said, his voice husky.
“I’m so ready for you, you have no idea,” I replied, my own voice cracking as I tried to talk around the intense sensations he gave me. Every nerve ending poised on a cliff of sensuality, waiting to jump over.
He laughed. “I have a pretty good idea,” he answered and dipped three fingers in. I gasped as the feeling of being too full hit me. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. He then went back to two fingers and held his other hand on my shoulder as if for leverage.
I was whimpering with need embarrassingly quick. Having him touch me proved even better than anything my imagination had conjured up on my many masturbation nights.
He stopped, and I watched him in the reflection as he took of his pants. I couldn’t see him properly, just pieces of his one arm and leg, and his face. I tried to turn around to get a full glimpse of him, but he stopped me.
“No, don’t move,” he said thickly. His hand caressed my back, cupped my ass, then he spanked me, sharply.
It surprised a small yelp out of me, my pussy heating up, and the wetness started to move to my thighs.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and my whole body tensed in anticipation. He stroked down my crack with a finger, sliding to the front, then back. My whole world narrowed to his touches, to him, to my wish fulfillment.
Then I felt the head of his cock following the same route his finger had just finished. I whimpered in denial when he slid past my hole, then again when the wet tip of him hit my clit. My knees started to weaken in response until he spanked me again, but my legs kept trembling.
“You ready,” he asked, his fingers gripping my hips.
“Yes, please, yes…oh please,” I begged, my hands clenching and flattening against the cold, steel wall.
His cock came to and teased at my entrance. I tried to push back and get him in, but his hands checked my movement, tightening in a commanding hold. He rocked into me a little, and I gasped.
“Please,” I said again, drawn out, almost sobbing in need, not caring if he knew it.
“Yes,” he said and slammed into me.
A cry of pleasure escaped me as his cock filled me. He stepped closer so that his legs came up against mine, one arm around my belly, the other on my shoulder. Then he began to move, slowly at first, and my stomach tightened as the desire I’d felt for months released with every stroke he gave.
“I can’t think,” I said. My brain had left me, and I’d become a ball of sensuous nerve endings with his name on it.
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
My knees weakened again as my orgasm started. He held me up and kept slamming me all through it. I screamed as it went higher, my walls clenching around his cock, setting me off even more. Better than chocolate.
Finally, sex better than chocolate.
I lost track of time, of how many times I came. My heart beat furiously, but more, something softer started in me at his mastery, at having the experience prove better than the fantasy.
He pinched my nipples, slowed his pace. It drew out my pleasure as if torturing me with it. Then he scratched down my back and slapped my ass, alternating as if he couldn’t decide which he wanted to do to me the most.
I heard a deep grunt from him. “I’m ready,” he said.
Just hearing that put me on edge. Every bit of me focused on him even tighter, wanting to bring him the fulfillment he was close to. I tried to hold on, to keep moving with him without falling over into bliss myself until I’d helped him to his release, but then he added, “Come for me.”
My body shivered as I went up in a ball of sexual need and lust, the trembling not stopping as he shouted behind me. Part of me couldn’t believe how hard I came, and I had to drop my hands to the hand rails to keep from falling over. Still he pounded into me. I could only stand there, unable to do anything but internalize the glorious sensations pouring through me as he brought me to completion and found his own. My emotions beat me on the head. Love even made its appearance, which I quickly squashed, or tried to. I’d liked him from afar for too long to completely shove the feelings away.
When he finally quit moving, he laid his head on my back, bringing to my attention how sweaty we both were. I grinned, happy to stand there as he caught his breath. We’d sure have to do some explaining. Then again, maybe I’d have to stay late. Or, the elevator refused to work because of the alarm? Yeah, I’d go with that. True enough, but doesn’t explain my dishevel or the time.
I tried to be all suave and debonair, but my fingers shook from the intensity of my orgasms. I couldn’t recall the last time sex affected me so deeply physically and emotionally. I tried to fix my breathing, but it came out ragged. My only consolation came in him. He seemed to be as gobsmacked as myself.
I watched him fumbling with his pants and took the bull by the horns, so to speak. I stepped to him and kissed him on the lips, softly. “I’d like to do this again. Well, not in the elevator.”
He snagged my hair and kissed me harder. “Deal.” He took his tie from me.
I stood dazed. His kiss sizzled through me. “Deal,” I repeated with no knowledge of what I’d agreed to. We redressed, and then he called someone to find out why the elevators weren’t working. After some arguing, we were assured that we’d be rescued within the hour.
“Apparently the fire alarm didn’t go out as a drill to the fire department.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to keep a grin from escaping.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re enjoying this,” he accused.
“But of course. I don’t often get to see you out of control. Two times in less than an hour has to be a record.” Oh, I was pulling the tiger by the tail, no doubt. I hoped for retaliation.
I looked at my feet to hide the devilish smirk slipping through my control. All at once, he’d turned me around, drug me up against him, holding one arm tightly, the other on my neck. My heart raced, and though I’d just been completely satiated a minute ago, I wanted to be ravished.
“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured with a slight squeeze on my neck. “Can you handle the heat?”
His breath whispered against my skin, and goosebumps covered my flesh. I wanted, no needed that man, the one with such control. Damn. One quickie and my body was ready to lay down and do as asked. My libido was going to be the death of me around Nicholas.
“I can.” I desperately wanted the chance. “Question is, can you?”
I heard him suck in his breath a half second before he squeezed a little more on my neck, his thumb stroking. “We don’t have much time right now. Can you handle a sexual relationship with your boss?”
My brain flagged red alert, but my body said, “Gimme.” My body won. I’d never met a man whose very presence turned me on like his, whom I wanted to be submissive with. “Yes.”
“Can you be submissive?”
“I can learn.”
Behind me, his erection bobbed against my ass. I guess he liked my answer. “I’ve seen how well you learn. Can you meet me tonight at six at Katie On the Downs?”
Happiness sluiced through me, and I grinned. He was taking me to my favorite restaurant on the water. “Make it six thirty.” I said I’d learn to be submissive, not that I would be obedient all the time.
He pulled me tighter so his erection pushed into my crack even through our clothes. “Six thirty,” he repeated, but squeezed and then let go of my neck as if to punish me and show me he understood I’d just been bratty before he put his hand around me, holding me close as he kissed my neck.
Why had I waited so long to put out feelers? By the time we heard someone outside the elevator, we’d worked ourselves up into a frenzy of need.
And I’d gone and moved the date back half an hour. Maybe that was his punishment for me doing that.
Damn it. It worked.
The rest of the day was a blur, but I did manage to get the client’s work done before I left for home. Once there, I changed into something soft and flowy and let my hair down. I refreshed my makeup and added matching earrings.
I parked a little ways away from the restaurant, wanting time to take in the water. As I walked along the path, I took in deep, calming breaths, the salty air soothing. I loved the water with something akin to obsession. He couldn’t have picked a more perfect place than if he’d asked me specifically.
He met me near the front entrance at the appointed time and took me to the outside deck. The sun was getting close to setting. Fall was coming, my favorite time of year. I hugged the wrap that I’d thrown around my shoulders a little tighter, but didn’t complain. I was afraid he’d take it to mean I wanted to go inside, but I didn’t. Because of the slight chill, we had the deck to ourselves for now. Seagulls swooped for a last meal, calling out in triumph. The lapping of the water rose in the background against the relative silence on the deck.
I let him order for me and was pleasantly surprised by his choice. I had the garden salad, he the Caesar as our appetizers. We kept the talk to business and a few ideas of ways to improve on a couple long standing commercial clients until the main course arrived. When the char broiled salmon came, my mouth watered. I picked up my fork again and prepared to dig in.
“Funny,” he said.
I brought my gaze up to meet his. “What?”
“You’re looking at that salmon how I’ve seen you watching me.”
Damn it. The heat on my face could be used to cook another salmon. “I suppose it would be similar. I didn’t realize that you’d noticed,” I finally replied, and then shrugged nonchalantly, though I was wishing for the floor to open and swallow me up.
I peeked a glance at his face. He wasn’t fooled. Damn it all to hell.
“I like that you look at me that way.”
“I like that we’re having dinner together.”
“I’d like to do more than have dinner.”
I blushed. Fairly certain he didn’t mean go back to the office and work, I flirted. “Perhaps you should tell me more of being a sub. I promised to learn. All I know is what I’ve read.”
We talked of the rules he wanted to set forth on our still unlabeled relationship. At least, officially. I knew where my heart fell on this equation, and it squarely landed on the side of being his as long as he wanted me, however he wanted me. I finally allowed myself to see that I’d been secretly in love with him for months. I tried to focus on what he was saying.
Sex okay at the office. Address him same as always. Basically, nothing at work would change except that I’d get to follow through on a couple of my fantasies.
“I am willing to be your Dom, if you’ll have me,” he said.
I sat my fork down. “That…the way you just said it, makes it feel like it means something more than great sex.” Really, really great sex.
“It is. At least, for me. It would bring our relationship to a deeper, intimate level than just sex as you learned to trust me more and more. We’d sign a contract, if you’d like. I promise not to fire you, regardless of how long you stay with me, you promise not to sue for sexual harassment. However, on that note, I want to make it clear, your job is not on the line. Not only are you my best worker, but I do not do business or sex that way.”
“That all sounds reasonable enough. I will choose a safe word to use when I need to.” I agreed to his terms of being a sub for him. The rest of dinner was getting to know each other sexually and expounding on what we knew socially.
By the time dinner was over, my body wanted to feel his tenderly moving with mine.
“Can I follow you home,” he asked, his hands in his pockets.
That’s what caused me to change the no I felt I should say for some reason—a belated belief I should be harder to get maybe—to a yes. Totally different than his usual completely self-assured self, it was as if he were the shy boy in high school and asking the popular girl to the dance, believing she’d say no.
When we made it to my house, part of me wanted to play hostess to put up a front and pretend it was casual, but I decided I wasn’t going to run from my feelings and wants anymore or hide from him.
I crooked my finger, and, given my new sub role, added, “Please.”
I saw approval in his eyes before I turned and led the way to my bedroom. When I faced him again at the doorway to my room, I found his upper half naked, his jacket and shirt slung casually over his shoulder.
I gulped.
My heart stuttered at the flesh and blood presence of my long-time fantasy.
He hung them from the door knob and then came to me. He held me close, running his hands through the back of my long hair. I tried to hold back my emotions, to just keep it physical, and failed. I wanted to feel all of him, to give in to every wish, every lustful thought, but I had too many clothes on now. I wanted to feel him flesh to flesh. He obliged me by taking off all my clothes. I wanted to pleasure him, so I knelt down at his feet and looked up at him, trying to read if I was doing the right thing.
His face was flushed, and his eyes had grown darker as they stared at me. “Can I take your pants off,” I asked, even though my hands already started pulling on the belt.
Nicholas laughed. “Yes.”
I quickly stripped him of his pants and immediately stroked him with one hand, the other exploring his legs and torso. The freedom to finally touch him was exhilarating. I peered up at him again, but this time, he brought one of his hands to the back of my neck and grabbed my hair. With the other he held his cock to my lips. “Suck me.”
Eagerly, I did as bidden. Sucking him in deep, licking him up and down, finding the rhythm which pleased him most. He encouraged me and thoroughly enjoyed himself from the taste of pre-cum in my mouth. All at once, the fingers in my hair tightened their grasp and used it to control my head. Harder and faster, he moved deep within my mouth. He pulled out the last second. He roughly took me by the hair and hauled me to a standing position before moving me to the bed.
He lay me on my back, and began to kiss me, moving from my lips, down my neck to my torso. There he found my nipples with his wicked mouth. My nerves slammed into overdrive and revved there as his teeth teased the tip. My body tensed, and it was as if the road from my breasts to my vagina became a living entity which he controlled.
I needed my clit rubbed with his mouth still on me. But I couldn’t form the words as I was concentrating too hard on trying to please him when my brain wasn’t busy being fried from so much pleasure.
However, he did find the clit, his hands softly making their way. He rubbed in circles on it, making it even larger. My release swept through me. He stopped sucking and sat on his knees between my legs. He flicked over my sensitive nub, and I keened softly. He then did the same to my breasts. I don’t know how long he teased my body, but whatever he did, it sang his praises.
He then yanked me down lower again and put my legs in the air. He spread them while watching his dick go in me. I groaned, despite trying hard not to.
He pushed me into a state of near mindlessness. I was so close to flying over the edge, I just prayed he lasted long enough for me to finish. Then he drew out. I whimpered. But he just shook his head then placed himself between my thighs. He licked my clit as he ate my pussy vigorously. One hand crept up and found my breasts, teasing and flirty with them.
Finally, the orgasm which had been building into a storm let me free. I screamed as I arched, my hips coming off the bed. He positioned himself between my legs. His cock was once again inside me, pumping hard, in and out, riding out my orgasm which kept coming for a few minutes. He thrust into me, almost painfully, as he kept up the furious pace.
All at once, I felt him tense. Anticipation built within me. Then he came, and I came again, following him down the rosy path, my body not my own. I had this passing thought that I’d never be the same again after him, but quickly hid from the implications. Another ripple of pleasure passed through me. He collapsed on top of me, then rolled off to the side, taking me with him. Holy hell, I was spent. He cuddled me against him, and that’s how I fell asleep.
The next morning, I expected things to be awkward, but I found him showered and walking barefoot in his pants in my kitchen getting coffee. I squinted my eyes trying to see through sleep blur, and he appeared as if he had just walked off a Marie Claire ad, all pressed slacks and dress shirt, a few buttons open at the top.
He handed me a cup without saying a word. I had a wry moment of thinking he must have heard the rumors in the office of my mood before caffeine. I sipped it and immediately allowed my eyes to shut in appreciation. About halfway down my cup, I said, “Morning. Thank you. I need to shower so I’m not late. The boss is a real slave driver.” I winked and carried my mug with me to the bathroom.
I’d been in there just long enough to throw off the t-shirt I’d grabbed to leave the bedroom with and start the water to warm when he entered. He came up behind me. I leaned back into him, reveling in feeling his strength.
“Morning,” he said.
I tilted my head to look at him better, and he took advantage of it to kiss me. I turned more fully toward him, returning it with more fervor than I could usually find this early. Coffee must have been kicking in.
I finally stepped back, breathing hard, trying to get myself under some semblance of control. “I have to shower,” I reiterated, voice shaky as my hands. I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. My legs trembled as I thought of him so close while I stood naked under the water. I washed my hair and put in the conditioner, my senses heightened by the knowledge of his presence. As I ran my fingers through my hair, taking out the tangles, he stepped in, gloriously naked. I stepped around so he could get under the water, and just watched, lust filling my whole being. He grabbed the soap and began washing himself. It hypnotized me, and I found myself reaching a hand out and rubbing the soap on his chest before I consciously realized what I’d done.
I looked up, and the expression on his face had me wet and ready, and I don’t mean from the shower.
“Soap me down,” he ordered.
I tilted my head sideways, pondering, but as it was something I wanted to do anyway, I took the soap from him and lathered up my hands. I started at his shoulders, down one muscular arm then the other, enjoying the pure sensuality of touching him this way. Then I stepped so close that my breasts rubbed against his chest, and then I reached around to his back, stroking up and down and in circular motions. I aimed to taunt him, but my nipples hardened into tight buds, and by the time I finished his back, I was holding back a pant.
I rubbed his whole torso and then moved to his legs. I was careful to not touch his dick, teasing him by going up his taut thigh, even reaching around to wash his ass, my mouth a scant tongue lick away from him as I did so. When I went to wash the other leg, he’d apparently had enough of my teasing and tried to grab my hair. The slipperiness from the conditioner had his hand going right through it. I then stared up at him through my lashes, an impudent grin on my face.
He gave me a wicked grin back, then rubbed his hands through my hair until they were covered, then leaned, and rubbed my breasts with it. I whimpered in submission and stood up. “You win,” I whispered.
He ran his hand down, still slick, and rubbed my clit. I held onto his shoulders, which the water had cleared the soap from. “Surrender,” he ordered.
God, was he always this bossy in the morning? I moaned as he ran a finger through my folds to my opening. He dipped a finger in then back out to my clit. I resisted the urge to promise him anything and everything, but I had to bite my tongue.
“Surrender,” he whispered into my ear.
I was lost. My heart and soul had become his. “I surrender,” I capitulated, knowing I meant more than just the moment.
He kissed me while his finger kept doing the circles on my clit, and I thought I’d expire from the joy of his touch. My whole body tensed suddenly, and then I came hard, my knees going weak. I decided to do what I’d wanted to do while I teased him, and I knelt at his feet.
I took the base of his erection in my hand and stroked it a few times, enjoying the feel of the thickness in my hand, and visually getting myself stirred up again. I opened my mouth and took him in just part way, getting to know his head with my lips and tongue. I sucked his dick in hard, all the way to my fist gripping him, then back out. He threw his hips toward me, and I heard his moan.
Water hit my face as I worshipped him, the soap completely gone from him by this point. I worked him hard with hand and mouth, loving the position, wanting to please him, to make him come. He grabbed my hair, successfully this time as the spray had cleared my conditioner out as I gave him the blow job. He pulled a bit, and I gasped around him, but never lost my concentration.
He groaned and then held my head still and fucked my mouth as if he’d never had a blow job before and couldn’t handle how good it felt. He thickened as he edged closer to completion. I swirled my tongue extra as his head slammed to the back of my throat. My lips were bruised and already started to swell, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make him come this way.
I felt my own climax hitting that point where I’d go over and tried to complete him first. He gave a short yank on my hair, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm and screamed around him as it hit me. He let out a yell above me, and his hot cum shot down my throat. I kept sucking, lapping and swallowing until he had calmed, and then I licked one last time and released him.
I stood, albeit shakily, and stared at him, my breathing still hard. I’d just lived one of my favorite fantasies, and all I could think about was doing it repeatedly or having him fuck me again. I really had to get ready for work or I’d be late. Traffic would be murder. Well, I could skip getting my coffee. That bought me a half hour…and possibly that murder charge…
I swallowed hard at the look he gave me. “If,” I started then had to clear my throat and start again. “If you keep staring at me like that, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. I will jump you, drag you to my room, and have my way with you.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. Damn, but he was cute when he did that. “Oh really?”
My nipples were practically begging for that mouth of his, but I wasn’t some succubus who couldn’t control herself, despite my bold words. “No, I’d beg you to do that to me. I’d do whatever you asked and more.”
Hell.
That wasn’t what I was supposed to say. I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel on the go, hightailing it to my bedroom. Holy hell, even. He came in, wearing only a towel. It wasn’t enough. I knew what was under that towel, and I would happily spend all day every day being used by it. As long as he fed me.
“You keep staring at me like that, and we’re both going to call in sick,” he said.
My gaze flicked to his in surprise. “Oh,” I choked out, blushing. Moving so my back was to him, I put on my undergarments. I really wished I didn’t blush like that around him. I thought I would stop if I ever had a chance to bed him, but nope. Actually, I think it was worse. Maybe because now I know he returns it? Or maybe because I know that he knows that I want to be a sub? Since no one else brought that out in me. Probably all of that. I held back a sigh.
“I have to go to my house and get my clothes,” he replied. “I will see you at work.”
I turned to him then, my bra on, and closed the short distance between us. I kissed him, the bruising on my lips a reminder of earlier, as if I needed one. “See you at work,” I said, my voice hoarse as lust hit me again. It would get easier, I repeated as a mantra. This complete incontrollable infatuation resulted from the newness of it. I knew this, logically, but my libido had other ideas.
I stared into his eyes and saw a flare of returned lust. “Go,” I whispered, pleading, not ordering. “I can’t take the day off.” My wetness already pooled between my legs. I could smell my sex, so he probably could, too.
“I will leave you, but I want to take you somewhere tonight. Tomorrow’s Saturday,” he added when I was about to say I really couldn’t.
I agreed. How could I not? I’d follow him to the ends of the earth, if he but knew it.
I made it into the office, including snagging my morning coffee with seconds to spare. I spied Nicholas in his office, leaned back in his chair on the phone, looking for all the world like he’d been working all morning, not getting a blow job from me. I tried to will away the blush this thought brought and scurried to my desk to hide my face behind a computer screen.
As I sat, I heard a couple coworkers talking, one of whom had always been a shit to me. I recognized Kim’s nasal tones.
“She was stuck in the elevator for a long time with the boss. Wonder what took them so long to call.”
I heard murmurs from others in the office but focused on the conversation closest to me.
“Don’t be a bitch, Kim. You’re just jealous because you’ve been trying to get him in your bed for more than two years now.”
I smiled to myself. Good ol’ Becca. We weren’t best friends, but we’d found plenty in common. And since the fire when I’d helped her out of the smoky room, she’d been extra thoughtful, bringing me homemade goodies. From what I heard buzzing around me, only Becca and Arnold weren’t slurping the Kool-Aid to throw Nicholas and I under the bus.
“You mark my words. Fiona used that as a way to get ahead of the rest of us. Next thing you know, she’ll be getting a raise.”
The last word had a nasty undertone in her voice, and I had about had it. I started to stand to march over to where she sat and give her a piece of my mind when Becca spoke up. “If she is given a raise, it will be because she deserves it. She’s usually here before us and leaves after us with few exceptions. She works more hours than Mr. Smith, even, on a lot less pay. Now, I suggest you get back to your work. Mr. Smith doesn’t hire us to gossip.”
I heard Kim’s hmph all the way over at my spot. Still, though Becca defended me, there were others within ear shot who chose to titter and giggle nastily, and the bubble of happy I’d had from my adventures last night popped.
The day dragged on. I finished my work in plenty of time, and pleaded a headache to go home, fully realizing it would add fuel to the gossip, but I’d come too close to tears too many times as the speculative looks from my co-workers burned.
I’d sent a memo from my computer to his that I was leaving early and didn’t wait for a reply. I logged off my hard drive and shut my machine down, leaving as fast as I could before he could try to stop me. If he said one kind word, I’d probably bawl in front of everyone.
I made it out by the skin of my teeth. I saw him leaving his office and searching for me. He called my name as the elevator doors shut. I painted a false smile on my face and waved. It wasn’t him I was upset with.
After all the work I’d done over the past year, all the shifts and accounts I’d covered with little to no thanks, it hurt that they would assume I was sleeping with the boss to take advantage and use him that way. It also pissed me off that they presumed he was a womanizer and that he would try to buy me in that manner.
As I headed home, it hit me I was more angry that they’d smeared his name than mine. Though, I was definitely not happy about either thing. With my history with Kim, I had to fight the urge to apologize to Nicholas for not warning him that I came with an enemy gossip. My phone rang, and I answered.
“Hi.”
“Hey, Fiona. It’s Nicholas. What’s the matter?” The concern in his voice caused a lump to form in my throat.
“Nothing that I can talk about. Just gossip that I couldn’t ignore today.” I cringed. He would crack that wide open, if I knew him at all.
“Gossip?” One word, that one word conveyed so much. I knew right then that I would be the talker in our relationship, and that I’d tell him anything he wanted to know. Damn. It. Why was I so different with him than anyone else?
“Yeah, you know, shit people say behind your back except when they want to say it to your face?” Facetiousness and sarcasm. My defense mechanism along with jokes. Thankfully, I only put out a small amount of it, or I’d have to apologize to him, too.
“I know what gossip is.” The patience in his voice told me he wasn’t fooled by my response. “What was the specific gossip which caused you to leave early?”
“They said”—I paused, trying to get my breath under control—“that I just slept with you to get ahead, basically.”
“How do they know we slept together?” he asked mildly.
Now it was me who wasn’t fooled. “They don’t. They’re guessing because we took so long to call for help.”
“I see.” The pause on his end lasted so long, I’d begun to think we’d lost our connection, but then he spoke. “Does it bother you so much that they might know we’re having sex?”
“Oh, God, no. I don’t care who knows.”
“Then…” I imagined his brow going up the way he did, and a smile flitted across my face, despite my mood.
“It’s that they’re implying I’m doing it to get a raise, etc. And more, they’re making you out to be some womanizer who can be led about by a pretty face and tricked into giving me choice jobs or a raise just to fuck me.”
Again, his silence went on longer than I liked with what I’d just told him. “From your words and tone, you seem much angrier at their implications of me than of you.”
“Every single one of them know I’ve worked my ass off to get this job and keep it. So, yeah, I know jealousy and envy when I hear it. I just won’t be covering their shifts or accounts without a price tag since that’s what they think of me. But, to only have one person defend me or us, and another one not give me that derisive look they all seemed to have…” Now it was my turn to go silent.
“It’s hard when you first realize that most of your coworkers are not your friends,” he said kindly. “Tell me who defended you and didn’t give you dirty looks.”
“Becca and Arnold.”
“Okay. Now, you go home and pack. I’m taking you to the ocean. I have a house on the bluffs. The view is amazing, and it’s only a few minutes’ walk to the beach. Oh, and Fiona? That is not a request.” The silky tones following his gentler ones made them all the more powerful.
Tears of relief formed. I was afraid…of what? That he’d end up like all my other bosses who would have told me to toughen up and punished me for leaving when I refused to participate in the backstabbing? That he’d call it off over a few rumors?
With some insight to how cynical I’d become, I realized that was exactly what I’d feared on one level. However, more importantly, I hadn’t really expected him to do it. The fear had been old and from past relationships. I’d known I could tell him and not worry about that consequence. My heart melted and spread loving warmth through my whole body.
“Sounds beautiful,” I replied and then sighed. Even I could hear the dreaminess in my voice. I was a little old for that.
“Good,” he said. “I will pick you up in two hours. My stuff is already packed and in my car.”
So he’d had this planned before I walked out. My grin began to hurt my cheeks, and I made it home in record time, having left before the majority of traffic, and sped through my house, finding a duffel bag and trying to pack. I threw in jeans, took them out, threw them in again. Undergarments, well, I wore underwear with my jeans, so needed them. I wanted some of my sexy clothes, so needed to take some of that. Also, the weather was cold at the ocean this time of year, hell any time of year, but it could also be warm in the day. Despite my nervous frenzy about spending the weekend with him, excitement reigned so strong that I bounced as I zoomed around getting my stuff in order.
By the time he’d arrived, I’d narrowed down my choices, and with great anticipation, packed the sexy underwear I’d thought he’d like to see on me. At least until he took them off me. The doorbell rang, and I snagged my suitcase off the bed and set it by the door before opening it.
My lungs quit doing their job as I looked at him. I swear, it was as if I was being electrocuted in small doses all over my body whenever I first saw him. The sensation intensified as he kissed me.
“Hello,” he said, the deep timbre of his voice music to my ears. Joy pushed through to the top of my emotions just seeing him standing at my door.
I stared at him dazed, but answered, “Hello,” in a breathless sort of voice.
He laughed, flashing that smile which I always reflexively returned. “Can I come in?”
I shook my head to get rid of the…whatever it was my head was full of. “Yes, of course.” I stepped back and then noticed he had jeans in his hands.
“I want to change real quick, if you don’t mind me leaving my suit here.”
“No, not at all.” In fact, it had sent my stomach a flutter to think of making space for his clothes. How many months had I spent drooling over him, wishing for just such a scenario? I followed, and while he undressed, I pushed stuff in my closet to the side a bit so I could hang his suit there. Without a word, he handed it to me, and I put it in the space I’d made.
I turned around from the closet, and I had to swallow. Hard. He bent over to pull his pant legs on over his feet. I drooled and had to wipe it before I was embarrassed. I felt the heat of a blush go all the way to my ears, so I started out the bedroom door. “I, uh, need to get my coat. I’ll be in the living room.” He gave me a knowing wink and laughed as I practically ran down the hallway and grabbed my coat.
I worked on controlling my breathing as well as my libido while I waited. But when he came out, fully dressed, my libido still went nutso. “Ready?” I asked, then shut my eyes in deep embarrassment. My voice had cracked.
He replied, “Almost.” Then he took a quick step toward me, and before I knew what he was about, he took me into a bruising kiss. “That’s to tide you over until we get there…and to pay you back for looking at me as if you planned to devour me then walking out.”
“I—” Well, what could I say? That was exactly what I’d done. And now, I’d pay by being turned on all the way to the beach. “Where are we going,” I asked instead and picked up my suitcase.
He took it from me and opened the door. I went out first, but then pivoted to lock the deadbolt before we left. I followed him to his truck, smiling as I jumped in. He didn’t know it, but I had a thing for trucks.
The hours sped by faster than I expected. We talked of work, of accounts, of places we’d been. Basically, it was like hanging with my best friend with sexual tension thrown in. Once in a while, he’d take my hand and caress it with his thumb while he held it. Another time, he reached up and tweaked a nipple, teasing me. Well, more like torturing me, but semantics. I loved it all. He turned on music, and there were times we sat in silence, both enjoying the songs. It was better than I could have imagined, especially considering the perpetual state of half arousal I was in around him.
It was dark when we arrived, and we carried in our luggage to the room. He showed me some drawers I could use, and I unpacked. He apparently finished first because as I was bent over putting my pants in a drawer, he came up behind me, holding my hips to his then letting go.
“I like this,” he said. His low tones rolled over me like loud bass from a radio.
I took in a deep breath. “So do I.” And boy, did I. I put my hands on the edge of the low dresser, not making a move to stand up or move away.
His hands roamed my back, my ass, my hips. Then he pushed his hands up my shirt, skimming the skin on my back before he unhooked my bra. The heavy fullness of my breasts fell, and I made a small mewling noise in relief. He reached around, still under my shirt, and pinched my nipple, the same one he’d played with on the way there. It was tender, and my groin went tight and wet before I could say, “Oh, my God.”
He stepped back, then pulled me up, facing him. “You’re so responsive.”
“Is that a problem?” For once, I wasn’t being sassy, but really wanted to know. In my role of sub, was I supposed to pretend otherwise?
He groaned and kissed me, running his hand under my shirt again, and gently stroking my breasts and the tips. Little noises escaped that I couldn’t hold in. My body wanted to be closer, to be naked, to feel him inside me. I resisted the urge to tear his clothes off right then.
“No,” he finally said when he quit kissing me. “It is not a problem.”
“That’s good. I don’t usually respond quite like this. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex and don’t try to hide it from my partner, but normally…” Great. Babbling in nervousness. Way to go. But of course, he had to push it.
“Normally, what?”
“It’s sort of a short fizzle. Fun, whatever.” I shrugged. I did enjoy it. I had nothing to be ashamed of, but I could easily hold myself back as a situation warranted. With him? I couldn’t hold back. I was an open book around him. Yeah. Not sure I needed to stroke his ego that far so soon, though, so I kept it to myself. Only, he wouldn’t let me.
“And with me,” he prompted in a way that I knew was an order and not a request.
Damn. He wasn’t going to let it go. I stared at him mutely, not willing to lie or blow him off, but afraid to admit what he meant to me. Not even sure how. Then he had to go and cup my face so gently, that I couldn’t help but spill it. “With you, it’s like I’m tied to you directly, my heart, my very soul. It’s like my body isn’t complete until you’re touching it. Which is ridiculous and sappy, and I can’t believe I’m telling you. It’ll either stroke your ego, push you away, or maybe both. God.” I attempted to look away, but he stopped me.
He brought his face close to mine and stared into my eyes. “What else?”
Holy hell, how did he do that. Wasn’t what I’d said enough? “I want to please you. I mean, even before we had sex in the elevator. My whole being wants to make you happy, to see you smile, regardless of the cost to myself, regardless if I get the recognition,” I said quietly, admitting to him things I’d barely allowed to flit across my consciousness. His honor, his fairness, his strength all called to me, called to something visceral.
A little soon in the relationship for declarations, but he flipping asked. He brought it on himself.
“How long have you felt like this?”
I dropped my gaze, and a tear escaped. Was I to be laid bare to him? Apparently so. “Since we met,” I whispered. The admission tore at my soul as fear of rejection tried to worm its way in.
“You never showed any sign until recently,” he said in obvious confusion. He tilted his head as if studying me for answers. “I held an interest since we met as well, wondered if you’d submit to me in bed, if your passion at work would be matched in your love life.”
Well, if he wanted to just call it an interest instead of love at first sight with a healthy dose of lust and infatuation, who was I to argue. After all, “You’re the boss.” I shrugged again. “And, I did show it in a hundred little ways. No, I’m not going to list them now. You figure them out, then fine, but I won’t tell you.” I crossed my arms and stared at the floor. As long as he didn’t order me or implore me with those gorgeous eyes of his, I would be able to resist.
He laughed softly and drew me in for a hug. “Actually, I think I do know. I assumed the secretary was just excellent at her job. Well, she is, but not the little things. My favorite creamer always there, my favorite pens…did you do those?”
Damn it all. “Yes. I made sure she knew and bought more when I noticed them going low.”
“There are more things, and I think, you’ve been working as hard as you do to make me look good as a boss as well, including how you help others with their accounts. Now that I know the pattern, I can see all the times you went above and beyond and received no credit. You did all of that so I’d be happy?”
“And more,” I whispered.
He took the ponytail holder out of my hair and ran his hands through it softly. He soothed me. “And more,” he repeated, then kissed my cheek down to my mouth. Gentle at first, exploring, taking his time. Our tongues met, but the kiss remained tender.
His hands roamed my back, then pushed to the front, and, with only a brief break in our lip lock, he had my shirt off, and my bra dropped to the floor. I put my hands under his shirt and pushed it up until he took it off.
As his lips devoured mine, he pushed me back toward the bed. When my legs hit the mattress, he undid my pants and bent over and slipped them off me one leg at a time, snagging my shoes with them, then my socks.
“Lay down in the middle,” he ordered, but his voice was soft, caring.
My nipples ached, and my heart was full. I watched him divest himself of the last of his clothing and come to bed, lying next to me, head on his hand as he stared at me and his other hand trailed my body. I tried to touch him, but he stopped me. “No, Fiona. Tonight, I am pleasing you. After the day you’ve had, you deserve it.”
“It pleases me to please you, so, if it’s okay, please write that into tonight’s plans.” I stroked his face with my hands, happy to finally have the freedom to touch him after loving him from afar for so long.
He laughed and pressed his mouth to the hand on his face. “As your Dom, part of my job is caring for you, emotionally and physically. Now, do as I say, Fiona.” He softly cupped my breast while kissing me. And, out of nowhere, I had one of those moments. Like all the feeling in all the world filled me, the instant, and time stood still, as if the period between heartbeats lasted an eternity. Then the world righted itself and shifted to normal time. But in that breath, in that second, I’d lost my heart completely.
I knew right then that I was his for the taking, that there would be no other like him for me. I’d hold on and enjoy the time I had with him, treasure it. I kissed him back with my newfound feelings, telling him without words.
One of his hands trailed down my belly and explored my sensitive nub. He played with it, softer, harder, circles, up and down, then he found the spot. My hips bucked, and my heart raced. He stopped kissing me, so I opened my eyes and found him watching me, a smug expression on his face. Lord knew what face I was making.
My head arced back as an orgasm flowed through me unexpectedly. In a way, it was softer than any I’d ever experienced before, yet it was stronger, deeper, hitting me not just in my body, but my soul. He took my mouth again with his, then trailed down my neck, stopping at my breasts. He suckled on a nipple while moving so he was above me, covering me. My body’s libido was waking up the deeper beast, the one which wanted the hard climax, that wanted to have him in me, taking me, commanding my senses.
He then continued his kissing trail down until he arrived at my apex. I sat up on my elbows so I could watch him. Sure enough, he headed straight for my clit, his hand holding my folds open as he tongued it. I kept his gaze as long as I could keep my eyes open, but the pleasure was too much, and they shut as my head fell back. I started moving my hips, seeking his mouth’s mastery. He held my legs open wider with his elbows, and his tongue moved to my opening, and he licked me, then dipped in. I screamed and arched my hips and about came off the bed. Trembles started, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up. I held one hand on his head, the other grabbing the blankets and making a fist, trying to find any outlet for the pleasure washing through me.
“I can’t, I can’t, please.” God, I didn’t even know what I couldn’t, but the feelings rushing through me with the power of a spring storm took me by surprise.
He licked up to my clit again, and my whole body went taut. “You can,” he commanded as he came back up me, his dick poised where his mouth had just recently vacated. Slowly, as if torturing me was his aim, he entered me. I tried to push my pelvis up, to get him in deeper, now, but he just got a wicked grin on his face and held my hips.
Finally, he was in all the way, and I felt tears of happiness prick my eyes but blinked them away. He pushed my hands so they were on either side of my face, and with a tender look I couldn’t quite decipher, he began to move.
Angels cried, it was so beautiful. I kid you not. Or maybe that was just me as I responded to his touch. After he found his rhythm, he laced his fingers in mine. I felt the climax building this time, like a tsunami, building and building, the wave not crashing, but huge just the same.
My heart was so full, I thought I would burst. My legs tensed, then my walls clenched around him. So close. The orgasm was so close, but I was afraid to let it go. I was so full of emotions, the tension so strong from the buildup, and I feared it would literally hurt me somehow to come that hard.
He tightened his grip on my hands and rested his forehead on mine. I whimpered as the orgasm tried to take over my body but still didn’t release. “Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “I want to come. I’m afraid,” I admitted.
In a deep voice laced with lust, he rasped out, “Come for me. It’s okay. Let go.”
All at once, the wave came crashing through me, from my feet up, pouring through me. I let out a yell, “Nicholas.” Then, “I love you,” slipped out on tears as the orgasm kept rippling through me, taking down all my defenses. He came with me, his body quivering where it met mine. Nice for my ego since my whole body shook with me still calling his name. I was branded as surely as if he’d used a cattle iron on me, but I didn’t care.
I don’t know how long we lay, him on me, us still joined, but I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. Then we got up and cleaned up, taking a quick shower—okay, could have been quicker, but he did offer to soap me down—what’s a girl to do?—and dressing just enough to cook in the kitchen.
I felt shy around him, but cooking helped put me at ease. Mostly. My self-discovery and admissions of things I’d mostly kept hidden had me feeling vulnerable. Still, I looked forward to the rest of the weekend. Plus—I grinned as I watched him from under my eyelashes—I couldn’t wait to start my sub lessons.