Mastered By The Boss Page 2

  “Suck it.”

  She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip. She had to open wide to take the large head inside, and it filled her mouth.

  “That’s right, baby.”

  She squeezed him with her hand as she eased her lips lower, taking in more of his big erection. He was so thick and long, though, that she didn’t think she could take him all the way, but she kept going, opening her throat as much as she could. When she was halfway down, she stopped, then glided back. Then she dove deep again. He made a strangled sound and she glanced up at him. His face was drawn tight with pleasure.

  She moved up and down, her hand following. Stroking him. Triggering groans of pleasure.

  She moved faster, then slowed down, then faster again. She cupped his balls, loving the feel of the heavy sacs in her hand. She slid off his cock, her hand still stroking his long shaft and kissed downward to the base. Then she licked his balls. First one, then the other.

  “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  Encouraged, she opened and took one in her mouth, then sucked lightly. At his groan, elation swelled through her. She loved giving him pleasure.

  His cock twitched in her hand and she was sure he was getting close. She took him in her mouth again and sucked. His pelvis arched forward, pushing him deeper into her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing.

  “Stop,” he commanded, his voice pained.

  Startled, she stopped sucking and drew away. Had she done something wrong?

  His eyes, filled with desperate need, locked on hers.

  “I don’t want this to end too fast.”

  He drew her to her feet and pulled her into his arms, then kissed her hard, his tongue driving into her mouth.

  “Now, take off you bra.”

  She reached behind and unhooked the leather bra, then eased the straps from her shoulders, but she held it to her chest.

  “I said, take it off.” His voice sounded low and dangerous, and his eyes glittered with authority.

  She swallowed, then lowered it. His gaze dropped to her naked breasts, focusing on the puckered rose tips.

  He lowered his head and captured one in his mouth. Heat stabbed through her, from breast to her contracting vagina. God, she wanted him inside her.

  He shifted to her other nipple, and suckled softly. She moaned at the exquisite sensation.

  His hand stroked down her stomach, then she felt him ease her leather panties downward. He guided them down her thighs to her ankles. When his hand cupped her naked mound, her dripping juices glazing his palm, she moaned.

  She stepped out of the panties and opened her legs, giving him easier access.

  He turned her around, and she found herself facing a mirror. His hands cupped her breasts and she couldn’t help staring as he caressed her round flesh. It was so erotic and… wicked. One of his hands glided downward, then cupped her mound again. When she felt his fingers push inside her moist flesh, she moaned. In fascination, her gaze locked on his hand as his fingers moved inside her, thrusting gently. She squeezed him with intimate muscles, sending the pleasure up a notch.

  “Fuck you are so hot and tight.”

  He turned and guided her toward the bed until she was pressed against it, then he leaned her forward. She rested her hands on the bedspread as she felt his hard cock brush her ass, then he pushed it between her thighs and…

  She whimpered as his hard cockhead pushed against her slick opening, then glided in a little.

  He drew back, leaving her wanting, then slid forward a little more. Each time he moved forward, he went a little deeper.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. My cock is going to drive deep. Do you want that?”

  She nodded, desperate to feel him all the way inside.

  Then he drove forward, filling her all the way. She gasped at the sudden invasion, her passage clenching around him. He held her tight to his body, unmoving, giving her time to get used to his massive cock inside her.

  “Do you like me inside you?” he whispered against her ear.

  She nodded, wishing he would start moving.

  He drew back, then drove forward again. He slid his hand under her stomach and lifted, then drove deep again. The change in angle caused a ripple through her. It was just… better.

  His cock glided in and out, stroking her tender passage. Pleasure built within her, expanding with each thrust. Then his fingertips brushed her clit and she moaned.

  He filled her over and over with his hard cock. It pulsed inside her and she knew he was close. She arched against him, feeling her own orgasm growing near. She wanted to cry out his name. To ask him to drive deeper. To beg that he fuck her hard. But she kept control, not wanting him to recognize her voice.

  He thrust deep again, his swollen cockhead stretching her insides. At the same time, he flicked her clit mercilessly. She arched against his hand, then felt it. The hot swell of pleasure expanding from her core. Filling her entire body, and beyond…

  He kept thrusting, driving her pleasure higher. She realized she was moaning. It had started as a soft whimper and had built to a reedy wail.

  “You’re coming,” he murmured against her ear.

  She nodded, her wail intensifying.

  He thrust faster, then jerked against her and held tight. She could feel his cock swell, then his hot seed erupt inside her.

  After a moment, he started thrusting again, reigniting her waning orgasm until she moaned loud and long. Joy burst through her and she wailed her shattering release.

  Finally, he slowed as her pleasure ebbed. Then he just held her, his body pressed tight to her back.

  After a few moments, he nuzzled her neck, then he stood up. His cock pulled free and she instantly missed its girth inside her.

  “That was amazing. Now lie on the bed.”

  She prowled onto the bed and lay on her back, her head on the pillow.

  “Nice. Now open your legs.”

  She widened her thighs, aware of his intense charcoal gaze locked on her pussy. It tingled under his scrutiny.

  He sat on the bed beside her, his hand resting on her bare stomach. Then he drew circles with his fingertip, moving downward. Past her navel. Over her lower stomach. When he reached her open pussy, he found her clit, then circled around it. His fingertip teased over it, sending heat thrumming through her again. He could so easily take her to orgasm all over again.

  But he just toyed with her. Circling her sensitive bud, then swirling back to her stomach. He gently teased her nipples, then found her clit again. His fingers slid inside her melting opening, stroked a couple of times, then slipped away again.

  He teased her like that for a long time. Keeping her on edge. Nearly panting. Needy and wanting him.

  She noticed his cock was swelling again. Pushing upward like a rocket ready to launch. She itched to take the thick shaft in her hand, but she resisted. He was the one in control.

  He stood up and walked to the chair by the bed and sat down, his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. He wrapped his hand around it.

  “Come over here,” he demanded.

  She stood up and walked to him, then he took her hand and drew her closer, until she knelt over her lap. He brushed his cockhead against her sensitive folds.

  “Now fuck me.”

  She bit her lip, then lowered herself onto his rock hard member. He held it in place as she glided downward, taking him in slowly. Then she was pressed tight against his groin, their gazes locked.

  Oh, God, she felt so vulnerable. Sitting on his lap naked, his big cock deep inside her.

  They were joined so intimately, but he didn’t know who she was. And part of her wanted him to know. Wanted him to realize she was the woman who worked outside his office every day. Who brought him files and made him coffee. And desperately wanted him to fuck her every single day.

  But right now, she could fuck him.

  She squeezed him inside her, to his groan. Then she glided upward. His thick cockhead stroked her inner passage. Th
en she drove downward again.

  She took him deep again and again. He grasped her hips and set a rhythm. Then he arched his hips upward, making her moan.

  He guided her up and down faster and faster. She quivered as another orgasm built, then she felt it swell inside her. Pleasure burst through her [like fireworks] and she arched against him, moaning her release. He jerked and grunted, then exploded inside her.

  She collapsed against him, slumping in his arms. He wrapped them around her and held her close. Almost tenderly.

  As she rested against him, she realized she wanted to stay like this forever. Cocooned in his arms. Resting against his hard, muscular chest.

  Then she noticed the clock on the bedside table. It was five minutes past midnight.

  Adrenaline rushed through her. She had to leave. Serena said the limo would pick them up at midnight. She didn’t know how long Serena would wait for her before deciding Kali had hooked up with someone for the night and leave without her.

  She lurched to her feet and turned, then swept up her leather panties from the floor and pulled them on. At his startled glance, she almost said something, but clamped her mouth closed in time.

  “I take it you have to be somewhere.”

  She nodded, but couldn’t help wishing she could just tell him how much she wanted to stay. It would be heaven to curl up in bed with him and spend the night.

  She slipped the bra on.

  He stepped behind her. “Let me help.”

  He hooked it for her. Once it was done, she reluctantly drew away and raced toward the door.

  “Wait, Cindy.”

  She turned.

  “I think Cinderella leaves behind a glass slipper, not a leather skirt.” He held up the skimpy scrap of leather.

  She nodded her thanks and grabbed it, then wrapped it around her and snapped it closed. Once she was at the door, her gaze swept back to him and she hesitated. He strode toward her and dragged her into his arms, then kissed her soundly and passionately, sending her heart thudding.

  “Don’t forget me, Cinderella,” he murmured, his warm breath a soft wisp against her ear.

  She stared at him and nodded, then kissed him one more time.

  Then, before she could change her mind, slipped out the door and closed it behind her.

  * * *

  “Where have you been?” Serena asked as Kali raced along the pavement toward the limo.

  The driver opened the door and Kali slid inside, followed by her friend.

  “I…” Kali sucked in another breath, panting. “I’m sorry I’m late.” She sucked in more air, trying to catch her breath. “You won’t believe what happened.”

  The driver closed the door.

  Serena grinned. “Tell me.”

  “Mr. Blair and I…he… took me to his room.”

  “Yes, and…”

  The car started to move.

  “And we… you know.”

  Serena’s grin broadened. “No, I don’t know. Do tell.”

  “He fucked me all right? Is that what you want me to say?”

  Serena laughed. “You bet it is.” She squeezed Kali’s arm. “So you finally got to fuck your boss. How great is that? Now tell me details.”

  Kali frowned. “I don’t really—”

  “Come on. Don’t hold out on me. How did he get you to his room?”

  Kali’s cheeks heated. “He danced with me, then he… uh… he said since I was dressed as a sub, did that mean I wanted to be dominated.”

  Serena’s eyes widened. “Really? And what did you say?”

  “I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want him to recognize my voice. But he said he figured I wanted to be anonymous, so I would be his mystery woman. He wouldn’t touch the mask and I wasn’t to speak. And he told me I had to do whatever he commanded.”

  Serena rested her flattened hand on her chest. “Be still my heart.”

  Kali laughed, suddenly overcome by giddiness at all that had happened.

  “I thought you liked being the dominant one.”

  “I do,” Serena said, “but that doesn’t mean the thought of being dominated doesn’t thrill me. Then what did he do?”

  “He took me to his room and pushed me down in front of him, ordering me to suck his cock.” Kali felt a thrill as she confessed her experience to her friend. “He stopped me before he came, then turned me around and bent me over the bed, then took me from behind.”

  “Oh, yeah!”

  “Then after we were done, he stroked me until we were both turned on again, and he sat in a chair and told me to fuck him.”

  “Oh, honey, you’re my hero. If I didn’t think it would freak you out, I’d push you down right now, and lick your pussy clean.”

  “Serena!”

  Serena laughed. “I said I wouldn’t do it. I know it would make you uncomfortable. But fuck, honey, you have me so hot. If you won’t do me, I might just have to fuck the driver.”

  “Are you kidding?” Kali really wasn’t sure. Serena could be pretty wild.

  Instead of answering, Serena just smiled.

  When the limo arrived at her house and Kali got out, Serena followed her out of the car.

  “I thought you were heading home?” Kali asked.

  “Oh, I am. I’m just moving into the front seat.”

  At her words, the driver opened the passenger door for her, then closed it with a smile.

  A tremor rippled through Kali as she realized Serena hadn’t been kidding about the driver. And from the look on his face, he knew why she was moving forward to ride with him.

  As she walked to the door, she wished as she often did that she could be as open sexually as Serena, and sometimes do something as wild and crazy as Serena did.

  Then a smile turned up her lips as she realized that tonight, she had done just that.

  * * *

  The elation of the weekend ebbed as Monday morning approached. Kali got off the bus and walked the half block to her office building, her simmering anxiety flaring. Minutes from now she’d have to face her boss, after having had hot kinky sex with him two days ago.

  Not that he knew it was her.

  But that didn’t make it easier to face him. She knew what they’d done.

  * * *

  Distractedly, Ryan stared into the glass paperweight on his desk, the colorful bubbles inside swirling his mind back to Friday night.

  It had been incredible living out his fantasy of fucking Kali. With no regrets and no concerns about how it would affect their relationship at work. Because it wasn’t real. He smiled. But he had so easily been able to convince himself it was.

  Did that mean that any woman with long dark hair and a similar body type would do?

  Or did he just have a great imagination?

  Either way, the problem was he wanted to do it all over again. He couldn’t find his mystery woman and carry on with her because she’d clearly wanted to hide behind that mask. On the other hand, he could easily enough find out who she was. Someone at the party would know. Her name was Cindy and she’d arrived with that other woman whom he was pretty sure was Spencer Jameson’s latest fling. Most of the executives had seen him with the woman in the black latex bodysuit and half a dozen had seen them disappear into his room together. Some even speculated that it was his secretary Serena.

  Not that Ryan would judge. He’d done the same with his mystery woman. But she wasn’t his secretary. A half grin turned up his lips. At least, not for real. The fact that he imagined she was so that he could live out his fantasy of banging Kali didn’t hurt anyone. Or make anyone uncomfortable in the office.

  Fuck, except himself, when thinking about it gave him a huge boner like he had right now.

  The outer office door opened and closed. He glanced through the open doorway to see Kali hanging her coat in the closet, then sitting at her desk.

  An overwhelming need to see her—to interact with her in some way—compelled him to grab his coffee mug and walk out the door toward her desk.


  “Good morning, Kali. Have a nice weekend?”

  Her head shot up, her gaze ricocheting from the computer screen to him, her eyes wide.

  “Oh, Mr. Blair. Good morning. I’m fine.” She bit her lip. “I mean, yes a very nice weekend.” Her gaze dropped to his coffee cup. “Um…would you like me to get you a coffee?”

  She was acting very strange. He had no idea what was making her so nervous. And her offering to get him a coffee was odd. She often did it when he had back-to-back meetings, but this was new.

  He smiled and set his cup on her desk. “Sure, thanks.”

  * * *

  Kali watched Mr. Blair return to his office. The man was cool and calm. As if nothing had happened.

  Idiot. As far as he’s concerned nothing did happen.

  Except that he had had the same wild, exhilarating sex she’d had on Friday and the fact that he didn’t know it was her…didn't physiologically recognize it somehow…or feel a sexual connection to her that he couldn’t deny—bothered her.

  Idiot! You don’t want him to know!

  She stood up and walked to the coffee room. As she returned to his office with the steaming mug in her hand, she took deep breaths. She just needed to calm down. Nothing had changed between them. He had no idea it was her on Friday night so there was no reason for her to feel uncomfortable. She just had to forget about what happened between them.

  At least while she was at the office. In her dreams…she would remember it forever. The way his lips felt on hers. The hot, hardness of his muscular body tight against hers.

  The feel of his rock-hard cock gliding into her.

  She sucked in another deep breath, her hands clenched around the handle of the mug, and willed herself to relax, then stepped into his office.

  He glanced up as she walked toward his desk. Why, oh why, did he have to look at her with those glittering granite eyes of his? Watching her with such intensity?

  She put the cup on his desk and turned to escape.

  “Kali.”

  She drew in another breath and turned to face him. “Yes, Mr. Blair.”

  “Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed.”

  Damn her heated memories of their intimate activities. Her cheeks flamed hotter.