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I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me,
resisting the temptation to grind my cock against her. She’d know damn well how
hard I was without me doing that. I wondered if she was getting wet, whether
the gusset of her knickers was damp. Because of me, because of what we were
talking about. What we were doing.

She slipped her arms around my waist and I did a mental
cheer. She was definitely into this, into
me
, and the little moans
issuing from her throat emphasized that fact, boosting my confidence and
rendering me capable of what I did next.

I pulled away from the kiss, leaving her gasping with spots
of color on her cheeks and fully dilated pupils. She looked amazing, perfect,
and I wanted her so much it hurt.

“Okay,” I said, “now get on your knees.”

My breath caught when, after the slightest hesitation, she
did as I asked, dropping to her knees on the plush carpet. Before she changed
her mind, I reached down and undid my jeans, then pulled my cock out of my
boxers, pointing the head in her direction.

“Now suck it.”

My heart pounded as she looked up at me, an inscrutable
expression on her face. She appeared frozen, stunned by my bold move. But that
was okay, I was good at giving orders.

“Suck me off, Marie, now.”

She swallowed then inched her mouth closer and closer to my
dick. I forced myself to stay still, not to grab her hair and pull her onto me.
Maybe that day would come, but it wasn’t going to happen this afternoon. The
last thing I wanted was a pissed-off woman with her mouth—and therefore
teeth—anywhere near my cock. Marie was a firecracker all right, and I wouldn’t
put it past her to show displeasure in such a way.

After what seemed like an age, her lips closed around the
tip of my shaft and I was swiftly catapulted toward heaven on Earth.

Travis’ meaty cock was inches from my mouth. Thick and hard,
lined with several dark, bulging veins and topped with a shiny head that
invited licks. And lots of them.

I was stunned by his daring action, yes. It was way beyond
what I thought would happen today. But equally at war with my shocked state was
a glut of longing that had pooled inside me, dampening my panties and spiking
my nipples. If this was wrong, how come it felt so right?

I stared at the way he held the shaft in his palm, stroking
his thumb over the length and then into the rim. Caressing, fondling himself,
as if showing me what he liked.

I swallowed and could almost taste him. The scent of his
body was swimming around me, hot and vital, testosterone-soaked male, lacing my
nostrils and tongue, winding its way into my lungs and down my throat.

“Now suck it,” he said, the words seemingly being dragged
out of his throat on a crest of lust.

Suck it!

Saliva pooled in my cheeks, my heart thudded. Had I imagined
the words?

I glanced up at his face and adjusted the position of my
knees on the floor. I felt so small down here. He was looming over me, casting
his big shadow over me.

“Suck me off, Marie, now.”

Okay, I heard that all right. And there was something in his
voice, his tone, that expected to be obeyed. No, make that demanded to be
obeyed.

I swallowed again, leaning closer and parting my lips. A
shiver of excitement rattled up my spine and I felt a rise of goose bumps on my
nape.

He clenched his fists at his sides. I noticed his knees lock
and then I took him into my mouth.

He sucked in a breath.

I didn’t hear it release as I reached for his hips, gripped
and sank him deep, taking him swiftly to the back of my throat. I adored how he
filled my mouth, slotting onto the base of my tongue, the head of his erection
as smooth as silk yet as hard as granite.

I paused with him as far down as I could take him, created a
suction then rippled my tongue against his hardness.

“Ah yes, that’s it, perfect,” he said, resting his hands
gently on my hair. “Just like that, Marie. Oh, yes, such a good girl, such a
good psychologist.”

Psychologist.

Fuck, that word was like a steam train tearing through my
conscience. What the bloody hell was I doing sucking off a client? Not just any
old client either, but Travis fucking Connolly, world-famous tennis star.

I pulled back, let him pop from my mouth and scooted away,
right until I felt the wooden side of my table against my shoulders. My breaths
were hard to catch, my vision blurred. I’d always prided myself on my
professionalism, but this, Jesus, this really took the biscuit. Oral sex in my
office. Oh my God.

“Marie.” He gripped his wet cock, pressing his thumb over
the slit. “What the—?”

“I can’t, don’t you see? This is crazy.” I flung my arms
around the room. “We’re supposed to be talking, talking about things to help
you get back on track with your game.” The words tumbled from my mouth. “And
here I am, on my knees and…”

He breathed so deep his nostrils flared. He pressed his lips
together and drew his eyebrows down low. “For fuck’s sake.”

I used the table to lever myself into a standing position,
watched him tuck his cock away and straighten out his t-shirt.

“That was so wrong, I apologize,” I said, hating the pained
expression he wore. “Obviously if you want to report me, that’s fine. I
understand—”

He stepped up to me fast, gripped the tops of my arms. “What
the bloody hell are you talking about?” He lowered his face, his nose almost
touching mine.

“That, what I just did.” I tried and failed to hold in a
sob. “It was gross misconduct.”

He snorted. It wasn’t particularly attractive but I was past
caring as tears welled in my eyes.

“Gross misconduct, my arse. Don’t you get it, Marie? Don’t
you understand it at all?”

“All I know is I’ve just behaved appallingly.” I stared at
his chest, at the way his top clung to his pectoral muscles. Defining them in
two neat square shapes and just outlining his nipples.

“No, that isn’t the case at all.” He tilted my chin with his
thumb, taking some of the sting from his voice. “I thought we’d already agreed
that what happens between us is private.”

“Yes, but…?”

“So me reporting you is out of the question. Not going to
happen, ever, no matter what you do, okay? And the same goes for the other way
’round.”

“Well, I—”

“You could just as easily report me for taking my dick out
in your office and ordering you to suck it.”

My stomach rolled, my pussy clenched. Hearing him describe
what had just happened was only stoking my longing for him. There was no
denying it, it had been an incredibly sexy moment.

“The matter of confidentiality and anybody being reported is
now closed and we won’t speak of it again.” He scraped away an escaped tear
that had seeped from my left eye, the pad of his thumb sliding it over my cheek
and leaving a damp trail. “If you do I won’t be at all happy with you.”

The thought of making Travis unhappy wound like an enormous
elastic band around my chest. “That’s the last thing I want,” I said. “I don’t
want you to be unhappy, not when you have so much going on in your life. All
the aftermath of the accident to cope with and getting to peak fitness again
and claiming some more titles.”

He smiled. “I don’t want to be unhappy either, but what’s
going on with my career has nothing to do with us, with this. They are two
different things.”

“It doesn’t? They are?”

“Yes. You asked me a question, as a woman, and I’m going to,
as a man, demonstrate Dominance and submission in a sexual situation to you, so
you understand and can make an informed decision if it’s something you want to
learn more about.” He paused, tilted his head and smiled, just a little. “Not
only that, we’re two consenting adults. We’re well within our rights to explore
our desires.” He pressed his lips to mine. I wondered if he could taste himself
on my tongue. “So it really is no one else’s concern what we do. Agreed?”

“I suppose so.” Damn, why did he talk such sense? He was
turning my horrified brain into one that could see only his way forward. The
path he wanted me to tread. I was a strong, independent woman, but Travis, he
was capturing me in his magnetism and making everything seem right. My world
was spinning upside down.

“I could make you very happy,” he said, stroking down the
column of my throat, onto my sternum and then tracing up and over my collarbone
to my shoulder. “Sexually I mean. I know you have it in you to submit, to enjoy
a little pain as you come. You just need to let me bring that out of you.”

The heat was building between my legs again. His quiet but
firm voice was almost hypnotic, the feel of his breath breezing on my cheek was
sweeping away the doubts that had ransacked me only moments ago.

“You just need to give yourself over to me,” he was saying.
“Trust me, let me take you to places you haven’t been to before. Let’s spend
time together there, on wonderful plateaus where only bliss exists. And then
when you need to I’ll bring you back again, hold you, keep you safe, wrap you
in my arms while you become accustomed to the new part of your soul that has
finally been released.”

My world was dark. I must have shut my eyes.

He kissed both my eyelids and ran his fingers into my hair,
covering my ears with his palms.

“You’re calm again now, Marie, you’ve done very well. I’m
pleased with you.”

I opened my eyes, saw him smiling down at me. His pupils
were dilated, I could make out every individual eyelash and the way the hairs
on his eyebrows petered out in neat strands.

“We’ll try again,” he said, “but slower this time.” He
tightened his grip and my scalp complained at the tugging of my hair roots.
“And instead of thinking about your job and who we are in the real world, I
want you to think about desire and lust and satisfying needs that deserve to be
met.” Again he kissed me, softly, no tongues, just a press of lips. “And how a
new Marie is just beginning to surface.”

“Travis,” I whispered, my lips moving against his.

“Shh, don’t speak, just do as I ask.” He released me and
stepped backward. The sun was shining directly behind him through the window,
rendering him in partial silhouette. “Now I’ll tell you again, get down on your
knees.”

Once more I folded. It was without hesitation, without
thought other than what Travis wanted of me. Sure I could stand at any time. I
knew that. Call a halt to the whole thing. Slap his gorgeous face. But I didn’t
want to. I was captivated, intrigued to know what he would do, how he would be
with me.

“Now put your hands behind your back and grip them
together.” He’d added a harder edge to his voice and it shot straight to my
clit. Who would have thought?

I did as he asked, the movement pressing my breasts forward
and rubbing my swollen clit against the gusset of my knickers.

He stepped closer, walked around me, circumnavigating my
submissive pose. His clothes rustled softly.

I lowered my head, saw that my skirt had ridden up to reveal
my stocking tops but could do nothing about it, not with my hands clasped as
they were.

“You look utterly beautiful,” he whispered, touching my hair
just behind my ear. “Have you any idea how lovely you are?”

“No, I—”

“Shh, just listen. I want to tell you how it makes me feel
to see you, a beautiful woman, like that, on your knees. Obeying me. Waiting to
see what I’ll command, willing to trust me.”

Obeying him. Willingly. I tensed my stomach, squeezed my
hands together so tight I wondered if any blood would be getting to them.

“You turn me on so much, Marie. You’re smart and sassy and
clearly someone who likes to be at the top of their game, and I get that, you
know I do, it’s the way I’m wired. But you are also so damn sexy.” He stopped
right in front of me and I stared at the soft sneakers he wore with his jeans.
“I love your long, slim legs and can’t stop thinking about them wrapped around
my waist, with those pretty stockings still on, of course. And your arse, it
wiggles just a little when you walk, you know, not overly so, just enough to
make me want to tip you over my knee and mark you with my palm. Make your
buttocks hot and red and perfect for me to hold as you come hard and fast on my
tongue. Mmm, yes, I can practically taste you, Marie, such sweetness.”

Oh, that image. My bum was actually tingling at the thought
of him spanking me, my pussy quivering at the image in my mind’s eye of Travis
laving my clit to a violent yet blissful orgasm as he held my stinging,
smarting buttocks in his hands.

I’d never even thought about that sexual scenario before.
Why the hell not? It was sexy with cherries on top.

“But that would just be the start of something special, just
to give you a taste of what I can give you, how submitting to me will fly you
higher than you have ever been before. Give you new slices of heaven to
sample.”

He cupped my chin, raised my head.

I looked into his eyes. I was massively turned-on but at the
same time oddly calm. I’d handed responsibility of what we were doing over to
Travis. As long as I did what I was told it would be okay.

“Now if that is what you truly want it all starts now,” he
said. “No more panics about whether this is right, because it is. When is it
never not right to experiment, to feel good, to be with someone who makes you
ache with lust?”

“It’s what I want,” I said quickly. “I want you to show me
what you know, how you can make me feel.”

He stroked my cheek, up to my temple and then back to my
chin. “It would take me a very long time to show you everything I know, but by
starting with you doing as I instruct you’ll learn to trust me when I push you
from your comfort zones.”

Push me from my comfort zones? I supposed that meant the
spanking, or did he have more things in store for me? Darker things. Who was I
kidding? Of course he did. This was Travis Connolly, the man who did everything
to the maximum of his ability. He never failed.

So I guess if someone was going to show me extreme pleasure,
what better bloke to do it?

“I want it to start now,” I said.

“Good.” He gave that slightly wolfish grin again, the one
that made me think he was having predatory thoughts. But it was okay, I was
quite happy to have been captured by him. He could feast his predatory
instincts on me as much as he wanted.

Once again he slid his hand down my throat, stooped slightly
and tucked his fingers beneath my blouse, inside my open collar. His hand was
hot against my skin. I could feel calluses on his palm from where he gripped
his racquet. They scratched a little and I liked it, a lot.

I gasped as he dipped into my bra and cupped my right
breast, trapping my nipple between his fingers. “And your body is mine?” he
asked. “While I’m showing you this glimpse into my world? Do you agree that we
will become intimate, very intimate?”

“Yes.” I pushed into his caress. “Intimate is good.”

“Intimate is fucking, you do realize that, don’t you?”

A gurgle of longing rushed up through my gullet, spilling
out as a groan. “Yes,” I managed.

He chuckled. “Oh yes, you’re going to be such a natural at
this.” He massaged the slight weight of my breast. “And so much fun to watch as
you learn everything your delectable body is crying out for. It will be like
feeding a starving person or giving water to a desperate soul lost in the
desert.”

Darts of pleasure zipped around me, his touch setting my
nerves on fire. But far from wanting to be put out, the flames wanted feeding,
they needed more fuel, more oxygen. They wanted to burn so high and bright
they’d be seen from space.