The Office Slave #4: Her New Master Read online

  “Would you like another?”

  “Oh, yes, please, Sir.”

  He lashed the belt again and she cried out. Again, he stroked her wet flesh and she whimpered, pleasure and pain mixing to an incredibly blissful sensation.

  The belt whacked over her one more time, then she felt his cock brush against her folds. His cockhead, so much bigger than the other men’s, drove into her. As his enormous cock filled her to the hilt, she moaned. He thrust. In and out. Pleasure surged through her, an orgasm a breath away.

  “Oh, God, Mr. King.” She gasped. “I’m coming. Mr. King… you’re… oh…”

  He drove into her hard, again and again.

  “You’re… making… me… come!” The last word was on a long, reedy moan. She trembled against him, giving herself up to blissful surrender.

  He erupted inside her, his hot come filling her. She arched back against him, squeezing his thick cock inside her, making him groan, as wave after wave of ecstasy battered her consciousness.

  Finally, she collapsed on the desk, gasping for air.

  “Fuck, Erik, I don’t know how you got her, but don’t ever let her go,” Mr. Connor said.

  Mr. King nuzzled her neck, then stood up.

  “Don’t worry. I don’t intend to.”

  Days passed, then weeks, with Sylvia going to the office each day with Mr. King. She actually started doing some real work for him, in between fuck sessions… with Mr. King… with his partners, sometimes one-on-one, sometimes with two or even all three of them at a time. No one else in the office knew what was going on.

  Still, she missed Mr. Grant. Her heart ached every time she thought of him.

  She typed away at her computer, making some revisions to a report for Mr. Connor.

  At a tap on her door, she glanced up to see Mr. King standing in the doorway. She promptly stopped typing, assuming he was summoning her to his office.

  “Sylvia, you have a visitor.”

  “I do?”

  Mr. King nodded and Slade stepped into the doorway, a big smile on his face. Joy burst through her at the sight of him. He was so tall and broad shouldered, he filled the door frame. His dark, wavy brown hair curled around the collar of his black leather jacket. He wore jeans and a black T-shirt and his charcoal eyes glittered.

  “Slade, it’s so nice to see you. Do you two know each other?”

  “We’ve met a few times,” Mr. King said. “I know he’s one of Mr. Grant’s partners.”

  Which meant he also knew she’d had sex with him, just as she had with Mr. King’s partners.

  “I came by to take you out to lunch.”

  “I don’t know if I can. I have a lot of work.” Her gaze jerked to Mr. King. Would he allow it?

  “The work can wait if you want to go,” Mr. King said with a warm smile.

  “I would love to go.” Her gaze shifted back to Slade.

  Slade grinned. “Great.”

  She stood up and walked to the door, then followed him through the office to the elevator.

  “You don’t mind riding the bike?” he asked as the elevator doors closed.

  “I’d love it.”

  Ten minutes later, they were sailing along the highway, the wind in her face. He turned off on a quiet dirt road and soon they pulled up in front of a small lake. He lifted her off the bike. Getting on and off was a bit tricky in a skirt, especially since she wore no panties and didn’t want to flash everything.

  He opened the saddlebag on the bike and pulled out a blanket and spread it on the grass, then set a bag on the ground beside it.

  “Sit.”

  He sat down on the blanket and she sat beside him. He opened the bag and set sandwich containers on the blanket along with a couple of sodas, some veggies and dip, and pickles.

  They chatted over lunch, about nothing in particular, but it was so nice. She liked Slade. A lot.

  “So how are you finding it now? With this Mr. King?”

  She frowned and stared down at her hands. “Well, I miss being with Mr. Grant.”

  Slade shook his head. “He may be my partner, but sometimes I think the guy is an idiot.” He took her hand and squeezed. “If it was me you wanted to be with, I’d never send you away.”

  “You know what happened?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I get that you have some kind of Master slave thing going and he sold you to Mr. King.” He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips. The kiss on her palm sent tingles dancing through her. “If you ever get tired of being someone’s possession… or if you would like to belong to me… I would love to have you. You know I would take care of you.”

  “That’s very sweet. But I belong to Mr. King.”

  “You’re serious about this? That he owns you?”

  She nodded.

  He frowned and shook his head. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?” He drew her closer, then his arms wrapped around her waist. “The two of us together are pretty spectacular.”

  His lips brushed her neck and she trembled with need, remembering just how spectacular his big cock felt driving inside her.

  “I don’t think we should…”

  But his hand glided over her breast as his lips played along her collar bone. She felt helpless to the needs of her body.

  She didn’t really think this would be considered cheating on Mr. King, since he allowed her to have sex with his partners, and he knew she’d been with Slade before.

  “I think we should,” he murmured against her ear. “In fact…” He stood up, lifting her in his arms. “I seem to remember that you really enjoy being on my motorcycle.”

  He carried her to the bike and set her on the big leather seat, facing the back, the handlebars behind her. He climbed on the bike facing her, then slid his hand up her thigh… under her skirt.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re not wearing any panties.” He lifted her skirt and stared at her naked pussy. “God damn, I’ve missed this view.” He pushed her skirt aside and leaned forward. When his lips touched her vulnerable flesh, she sucked in a breath. His thumbs opened her slick petals of flesh and his tongue found her clit, then quivered over it.

  “Ohhh, yes.”

  She tangled her fingers in his wavy hair and held him to her. She lay back on the seat, her head resting against the handlebars as he widened her legs, then hooked her knees over his shoulders.

  He licked her slit, then thrust his tongue inside her. Pleasure rippled through her body as she arched against him. He laughed, then suckled her clit. His fingers slid inside her slick opening and he drove them in and out as he teased her clit mercilessly.

  She arched and moaned, then an orgasm shot through her. He kept it going, his tongue quivering on her.

  Finally, she slumped back, panting for breath.

  “Now tell me you missed me,” he said.

  She laughed, then opened her arms. He leaned down and she wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her.

  “Of course I missed you,” she said as soon as he released her lips. Then she grinned as she sat up. “And I’ve definitely missed seeing this.” She unzipped his jeans and drew out his spectacularly thick, hard cock. She pressed her lips to his tip and kissed him, then licked around the ridge.

  “Keep that up and I’ll have to do something drastic.”

  “Ohhh, I like the sound of that.”

  She opened and swallowed his cockhead into her mouth, then suckled deeply.

  “Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I love your mouth.”

  She stroked his cock with her hands. “And I love your enormous cock.”

  She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, then glided him deep into her throat. She squeezed him with her lips as she glided up and down his thick rod. He forked his fingers through her long hair, guiding her up and down his shaft. Deep. Fast. Then slow. Then fast again.

  She cupped his balls, feeling them tighten in her hand. He was close, and she could hardly wait for him to c
ome in her mouth. She sucked, then squeezed him. He groaned and arched forward.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. That’s so God damn, fucking good.” He pulled her tight to his groin, filling her throat with his thick flesh.

  Then she felt it. The hot liquid squirting in her mouth. Even as she swallowed, more pumped into her.

  When he finally stopped, she glided from his cock and licked her lips.

  “Mmm. Desert was delightful.”

  He grinned. “Was it now?” He threw his leg over the bike, his cock dangling freely, and stood up, then scooped her into his arms.

  “I think maybe we should lie down for a little bit and recover from all that… eating.”

  She laughed, curling her hands around his neck as he carried her to the blanket. He set her down, then stripped off his jeans and boxers. Then he knelt beside her and unfastened the buttons of her blouse. She shrugged out of it as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Seconds later, he’d stripped off her skirt, too, and she lay naked on the blanket. His wilted cock was already rising again.

  She opened her legs in invitation and he stroked his cock, his gaze taking in all of her.

  “You are so beautiful. I can’t wait to be deep inside your sweet pussy again.”

  “So what are you waiting for?” she asked. She could see that his cock was tall and hard as rock again.

  He chuckled and pressed his cockhead to her slick opening.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned, anticipating that first, deep thrust. “Please fuck me, Slade. I want you so far inside me I’ll ache for a week.”

  “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Then he thrust forward.

  She moaned at the feel of his steel column driving deep inside her. She squeezed him, making him moan.

  He was fully inside her now, his body crushing her to the blanket. But it wasn’t enough.

  Then he started to move. His cock glided the length of her passage, stimulating every inch with the breadth of his corona. Need quivered through her.

  His long, deep strokes were invigorating. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening to him more.

  “Oh, baby, you are so silky soft around me. It’s like I’ve found my place in the world and never want to leave.”

  She arched against him, moaning.

  “Ah, fuck.” He drove even deeper.

  Pleasure quivered through her. Building. Her nerve endings rippling with delight.

  He thrust deeper still. And faster. Driving her pleasure higher and higher.

  She gasped as he filled her again and again, her breathing erratic.

  “Oh, God, you’re going to make me come.” Her body quivered at the blissful sensations mounting inside her.

  “Yes, fuck, sweetheart. Come for me.”

  The sweet desperation in his words… his desire to please her… drove her pleasure higher. She answered his every stroke with an arch of her body.

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes.” She clung to him as the maelstrom of sensations mounted… expanded… then blasted through her on a gasp.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Then she wailed loudly, the orgasm exploding inside her.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah.” He groaned as he pumped into her. Then he jerked forward and she could feel the heat erupt inside her.

  He slowed, but kept moving inside her. His lips nuzzled her neck as his cock continued to fill her. Her waning orgasm blossomed again. Rising. Swelling inside her until she shuddered in complete abandon, the sweet bliss vibrating through her as she moaned Slade’s name.

  Finally, she collapsed on the blanket. His body slumped against her.

  Then she giggled, jubilant. “Oh, Slade, I really have missed you.”

  He rolled over, his arms around her, holding her close to him.

  “Then promise me, if you ever tire of being with King or Grant, then come to me.”

  She gazed into his charcoal eyes, delighting in the warmth and sincerity she saw there, and nodded.

  “I promise.”

  Mr. King nursed his drink as he watched the sun set out the window. Ever since Sylvia had been out to lunch with Slade, she’d been quiet. He’d offered her some time to herself after dinner, so she could go to her room and be alone with her thoughts.

  He was sure the two of them had had sex. It bothered him, but he wouldn’t call her on it. It’s not like they had an exclusive sexual relationship. Although he was her Master and she shouldn’t have sex with anyone except under his command, he had allowed her to go and she might think that meant it was okay. Especially since he knew she’d had sex with him when she’d been with Grant.

  He liked that it might cheer her up. She missed Grant and being with someone she liked might help take her mind off it.

  The phone rang and Mr. King picked it up. “King here.”

  “It’s Grant. I’m calling to see how Sylvia’s doing.”

  Mr. King sat straighter in his chair. “Don’t worry. I’m taking good care of her.”

  “Of course. But how is she doing?”

  Mr. King frowned. He certainly wasn’t going to tell him she was mooning over him.

  “If you want to know that, call and talk to her. Tomorrow at 2 pm. Call my office.”

  Then he hung up.

  Sylvia glanced up as the door to her room opened. Mr. King stood in the doorway.

  “Yes, Master?”

  He frowned and shook his head. “I just want to know…”

  The concern in his deep blue eyes unsettled her.

  “What is it?” she asked when he didn’t finish his sentence.

  “Are you happy here?”

  Her stomach clenched. Did he somehow know about what Slade had said to her?

  “Of course, Mr. King. You take good care of me.”

  He nodded. “I know, but… are you happy with me?”

  Her heart quivered. He was such a good man, and he wanted so much to please her. She stood up and walked toward him. Then she rested her hand on his.

  “Yes. You make me happy.” Then she knelt down in front of him. “And I will do anything to make you happy. Just command me.”

  He gazed at her, his eyes warm yet somber.

  “Stand up.” He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. He opened his robe and dropped it to the ground, then lay down on the bed. “Show me.”

  She dropped her robe and climbed over him, then sat on his thighs. She stroked her hand over his chest and down his stomach, then slid her fingers around his cock. Within moments of stroking him, he hardened to marble.

  “I’ll do anything for you.” She lifted her body and pressed his cock to her slick core, then lowered herself onto him. He groaned softly as he filled her.

  She stroked his cheek, then leaned forward and kissed him, a sweet lingering of lips.

  “I love it when you’re inside me.” She pivoted her hips, at the same time squeezing him tight inside her.

  He groaned. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed softly, then caressed.

  “I want you to come inside me,” she said. “When you come because of me, I feel fulfilled.”

  His eyes sparked with light, then he rolled her under him.

  “Fuck, you are a special kind of sweetness.”

  Then he thrust deep, making her gasp.

  He held her gaze as he drew back and thrust again. She stared deeply into his piercing blue eyes as he pumped into her. Deeper. Faster.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you,” she answered without hesitation, her breathing increasing and her heart pounding.

  His huge member driving into her filled her with delight. Her cells pulsed with pleasure. Her skin tingled. Inside her, pleasure coiled deep in her belly.

  “Say it because you mean it.” The quiet desperation in his words haunted her.

  “Of course I mean it.” She ran her hand over his chest. “You make me complete.”

  He thrust deep and hard, pinning her to the bed, his body tre
mbling as he emptied inside her. The feel of his hot come inside her sent her over the edge. She moaned as she held him tight to her body, shuddering with her own release.

  Once the pleasure waned and her breathing returned to normal, he rolled her back with him, holding her close. He kissed her forehead, then tucked her head under his chin and stroked her hair. She fell asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

  Mr. King sat at his desk staring out the window at the vista of the city below. Grant was going to be calling soon and… God damn it, he dreaded the effect it would have on Sylvia.

  He wouldn’t deny Grant the right to talk to her. That wouldn’t be right, but he didn’t want the man reconsidering and asking for her back. Even if he denied Grant that request, Sylvia could still walk away from him and the contract. Nothing about their arrangement was legally binding.

  And he knew she still loved Grant, so if the man asked…

  Fuck!

  He had to convince Grant that Sylvia wanted to be here. To keep being his slave.

  He picked up the phone and dialed Sylvia’s extension. He knew she’d be there. He’d told Sean and Gabe to steer clear of her this afternoon.

  “Come to my office,” he said when she answered.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Then he hung up. Two minutes later, she appeared in his doorway.

  “Come in and close the door.”

  “Of course, Mr. King.”

  At the sight of her, heat coiled in his belly. Since she’d been coming into the office as his assistant, he’d bought her several suits. All tailored to show off her delightfully curved figure. Usually the skirts were full enough that he could easily lift and expose her pussy, but today her skirt was long and narrow. It was incredibly sexy and sophisticated.

  But there was a slit on the back, and buttons that extended it almost to her ass. He was no fool.

  And he knew she wore no panties under that skirt, making his cock swell as she walked toward him. The spike heels made her legs look even longer. She wore her hair up today, adding to her sophisticated office persona.

  “Take off your jacket and come to me.”

  She did as instructed, leaving her jacket draped over the back of the guest chair in front of his desk. She walked around his desk and stood before him.