His to Command #1: The Chase (4 page)

She sighed, an image of his big, hard cock in her mind. She licked her lips, wishing she could wrap her hands around it right now. Wishing she could take it in her mouth.

Then she realized there was nothing stopping her. He was only a few yards away, with only a brick wall between them. She could march in the patio door and down the hall in ten seconds flat. The fact that he was working and she’d have to coax him away made her realize this was a great way to turn the tables. Give her a chance to be in control.

She put her book on the teak table beside the lounge chair and stood up. Then a grin curled her lips. It would be much easier to distract him from his work if she was naked. She reached behind her and unfastened her bikini top, then wiggled her bottoms down her legs and off. As she walked toward the patio door, she cupped her right breast, and grazed her thumb tip over the nipple, sending
sparks of awareness dancing through her. She flicked back and forth until it hardened.

She slid open the patio door and stepped inside, shivering a little as she stepped from the eighty-degree weather outside to the cool air-conditioned house. Both nipples tightened to hard nubs, but when she reached Matt’s office door, she toyed with them to ensure both were hard and thrusting straight out. Then she knocked.

“Come in,” he said.

She turned the doorknob and stepped into the room.

Matt sat at his desk, staring at the computer. He didn’t even glance up when she entered.

“Hi,” she said, leaning against the doorjamb.

“Hi,” he said without looking up, totally engrossed in whatever was on his screen, his fingers flickering across the keyboard with a tapping sound.

She pursed her lips, but strolled across the room undaunted, her hips swaying. Not that he noticed.

“I thought you might want a little break.” She stood beside him now.

“Not really. I’d like to work for another hour, then I’ll be yours for the rest of the weekend.”

She had no idea if he really meant an hour or if one would turn to four. He’d never brought work to do when he was with her before.

“But I’d like you to be mine right now.” She crouched beside him and stroked her hand up his thigh.

His eyes widened when he realized she was naked. But to her shock, he returned to typing on his keyboard. “I’m afraid I have to keep working.”

But the slight smile turning up Matt’s lips tipped Kate off that he was toying with her. Not to be put off, she glided her hand over his crotch. The feel of the growing bulge under the fabric encouraged her. She stroked several times, then glided her fingers firmly along the sides of his shaft. The already-large bulge grew even more. It was rock-hard under her fingertips.

She grabbed the tab of his zipper and pulled it down slowly. The soft denim opened as she pressed her hand inside, then slipped it under the thin cotton boxers beneath until she found his hot, hard staff. Like molten marble.

She drew it out and gazed at it. Long and hard. Thin veins pulsing on the sides. She stroked it, from base to tip, then back again. She glanced at his face. His lips were tightly compressed as he continued to concentrate on the screen.

She shifted in front of him, shimmying under the desk since he continued to type. She leaned forward and pressed his big cockhead to her lips, then licked him. She thought she heard a groan, but when she glanced up, he was still staring intently at the computer screen. Her lips wrapped around his huge tip until it filled her mouth. She sucked and this time she definitely heard him groan. As she watched, he determinedly continued to type, but his fingers faltered as she glided
down his hard shaft, taking him deeper. She squeezed as she glided away again, then sucked and licked the crown.

She loved having his cockhead filling her mouth. Loved squeezing it inside her. The tip of her tongue glided over it, then toyed with the small hole, tasting a salty drop of pre-come. It was definite evidence that he was interested. Not that the huge cock in her mouth wasn’t a dead giveaway.

She drew it from her lips and stroked, his shaft warm and damp from her saliva. “I think you’re ready for a break.” Her lips curled up in a smile.

He gazed at her, but shook his head. “No, I really have to keep working.”

If it weren’t for the twinkle in his eyes, she would have been uncertain, but he was definitely toying with her. She drew her shoulders back in determination, then swallowed his cock into her mouth and began sucking in earnest. He swelled even bigger. She dove down as deep as she could, taking him down her throat, then she drew back. Down again, then back. Her fingertips found his balls and she stroked, then glided underneath and cupped them in her hand, all the while sliding his hard cock in and out of her mouth.

His balls tightened and she knew he was getting close. She could just continue and suck down the fountain that was sure to blow at any second, but she didn’t. Not with him still typing away, though quite erratically now.

She grabbed the armrests of his chair and rolled it backward as she pushed herself out from under the desk. Then, holding his cock firmly in her hand,
she turned her back to him and lowered herself until he pressed against her slick slit. Then she lowered herself the rest of the way onto his lap.

Oh, God, that marble-hard shaft felt like heaven gliding into her. It stretched her like no other had before. It was so long and so freaking thick. She groaned when she finally rested on his muscular thighs, then tightened her passage around him.

His typing had stopped, but then he had the nerve to start again. She glanced at the screen in front of them and smiled as she noticed everything he’d typed over the past few minutes was all gobbledygook. She took one of his hands and placed it on her naked breast, then pressed it hard against her. Her rigid nipple pressed deep into his palm. She took his other hand and pressed it to her mound, encouraging his finger to find her clit. His fingers moved frustratingly away and gripped her hips.

“You’ve displeased me by interrupting my concentration. Now I need to punish you.”

She frowned. Really? For taking control this time? But the thought sent quivers through her. How would he punish her?

He grasped her waist and lifted her from his lap. His hard cock dragged along her sensitive passage, nearly sending her over the edge. Then it dropped from her and bounced upward as he set her on her feet. He stood up and grasped her shoulders, then guided her around the other side of his big desk. He swiped
his arm across the surface, knocking everything to the floor. Papers, pens, desk accessories. Even his empty coffee mug.

Then he leaned her over the desk until her naked nipples pressed against the cold oak surface. A flattened hand on her back pressed her down harder, her breasts crushed against the hard wood.

“You are a very bad girl, disobeying my wishes like that.”

He pressed his knees between her thighs and pushed her legs wider apart. His hand stroked over her behind, then slid between her legs. He stroked her wet slit several times, then she felt something hard and hot press against her. His cock pushed forward, and slid inside her.

“Do you like that?”

Oh, God, of course she did, but she wasn’t sure if she should say yes or no. After all, this was to be a punishment.

When she didn’t answer, he coiled his hand in her long, auburn hair and drew her head back until her neck curved against his shoulder.

“I asked if you like it?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“Good, you’re being truthful with me. I’ll go easier on you this time.” Then his cock slid away and he withdrew.

“No…please, Sir.” Oh, God, but she needed him inside her.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’m sorry, Sir.”

She heard his steps retreating. Oh, damn, he really was going to punish her by leaving her turned on and frustrated. She drew in deep breaths, not daring to move. Hoping he would come back.

Then she felt blazing hot, rock-hard flesh press against her slick opening and drive deep inside her. She cried out at the exquisite feel of his invasion. He pushed her hard against the desk, his shaft pinning her from inside. Then she felt his hand glide over her round ass, then between her cheeks. He dipped a finger in beside his cock, then drew his glazed digit upward until he found her other opening. He pressed against it, then slid inside.

She sucked in a breath as he swirled his finger inside her tight opening, his huge cock still filling her vagina. A spiral of pleasure swept within her at each whirl of his finger. Rich, vibrant pleasure.

“Oh, God, that feels so good.” She practically clamped her hand over her mouth. Would he now withdraw again, to punish her properly?

But his cock was so hard, he must be aching to release inside her.

He drew back, sliding his cock along her passage, sending a quiver of intense pleasure through her. Then he drove impossibly deep, his engorged cock filling her so full she thought she’d burst from the intense pleasure.

His finger slid from her ass and he grasped her hips. He began to thrust deeply. In and out until she felt as if she would pass out.

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” he demanded.

“Oh, yes, I do, Sir.” She gasped as he jolted deep. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, God, Kate, you are so fucking sexy.”

She gasped again as pleasure swelled through her. “Oh, yes. You’re going to make me come.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He drove into her faster. “Tell me.” He groaned as his cock stroked her insides. “Tell me when.”

As his cock entered her again and again like a big, solid piston, she cried out again, her passage clenching tight around him.

“Now, Sir.” She gasped as pleasure expanded through her like a shock wave. “You’re making me come…now.” She wailed the last word as blissful sensations exploded through her.

Kate lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, her breathing heavy. Damn, she definitely missed the sex. But even when she’d tried to take control—even thought she had succeeded—he’d still managed to dominate her.

The next couple of weeks were hectic, but Kate didn’t mind. Keeping busy helped her keep her mind off Matt.

What kept her busiest was trying to find an investor for her company.

She sat at her desk, staring at the big red circle on the calendar two weeks from today. The contractual deadline to buy out her partner was fast approaching and if she didn’t find an investor before then, she’d have to sell the business.

Her chest constricted. She really didn’t want to do that. She’d worked hard to build up her small consulting firm, and it meant the world to her. It gave her a sense of accomplishment. It made her feel successful.

She’d moved to Connecticut two years ago because she’d needed the work. Things had been going well at the firm she’d worked at, but suddenly she’d found herself laid off. While she’d always been able to find consulting contracts before, they had suddenly become very scarce. A friend had told her about a project in Connecticut and, as much as she didn’t want to leave New York, she’d finally had to face the fact that she had no choice.

The project had been perfect for her and her clients were extremely happy. They’d asked her to manage another, bigger, project, and soon she found herself bringing in other consultants to work under her. One of her associates suggested that they partner up and form a company and take on staff of their own. That was the start of her now successful business, and she didn’t want to lose it.

She stood up and walked to the window, then stared out at the snowy landscape beyond. What was she going to do? She’d worked too hard to make this business a success to lose it now. She clenched her fists. She had to find a way.

The phone rang and she crossed to her desk and picked up the phone.

“Kate, there’s a Mr. Elliott, president of Facts and Figures Inc., on the phone for you.”

She wasn’t familiar with the company. “Thanks, Ann. Put the call through.”

Ann connected them.

“Hello, Mr. Elliott. This is Kate Hayward. May I help you?”

“Yes, I understand you are looking for an investor. We’ve heard great things about your work and I would like to set up a meeting to discuss the possibility of our doing business together.”

Her heartbeat accelerated. Could it really happen this easily?

Elation coursed through her, but concerns followed on its heels. What if they insisted on a controlling interest? Or if they made demands she didn’t want to meet?