Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (24 page)

“I’m
already in bed,” I said, listening to his breathing and wishing he was beside
me.

“Good
girl. What’s your schedule like tomorrow?”

“It’s
less busy than it should be,” I said, knowing I’d have to try and start touting
for some more events work soon. Less busy was an understatement, I had
absolutely no appointments.

“Excellent.
Come to my office first thing. I will be showing you exactly what I would like
to be doing to your arse, because believe me baby, it was not
that
,” he chuckled as I bit my lip,
ecstatic at the prospect, but I wasn’t certain that my tender flesh could take
anything else so soon. I decided against voicing that opinion. Lucas would know
what he was doing.

“Thank
you, Sir,” I said as he bid me goodbye and I smiled broadly thinking I’d
behaved very ‘sub-like’ in my manner. Hell, maybe I was learning after all.

CHAPTER 19

The
next morning I was elated, knowing that we could get back to normal; or at
least back to our particular brand of
normal
.
I’d been punished and it was over and the short phone call last night had
filled me with joy. He wasn’t holding a grudge and we’d moved on. It was the
one part of being punished that I liked; no long drawn out apologies or self
recrimination. It was ‘wham-bam- it’s over now ma’am’ and there was a lot to be
said for it.

I
practically skipped into the office, making my way straight up to the top
floor, smiling at Melody and about to open Lucas’s door when I stopped dead at
the shrill voice that was practically screeching at me.

“Stop
right there, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she screamed and it was
all I could do not to laugh.

“Lucas
is expecting me,” I said, pulling on the handle and throwing her a puzzled
frown.

“No
one goes in there unless I say so,” she snapped as I shrugged, hovering by the
door. She didn’t know about the special arrangement between Lucas and I, and I
didn’t want to be the one to share it.

She
picked up the phone, glaring at me, and didn’t even get the chance to speak
before replacing the receiver and narrowing her eyes. “You can go in.”

I
tried to stave off my impending smirk, as the thought crossed my mind again
that Lucas must have a camera out here. Either that or he could see through
walls. I was beginning to wonder.

“Take
off your clothes and sit on the chair I’ve put out for you,” he said without
looking up, taking me aback slightly with the coolness in his demeanour as he
tapped on his keyboard. He barely gave me a second to respond.

“What
are you waiting for?” he asked sternly, still not looking up and I began to
think that maybe my punishment hadn’t been as swift as I hoped. He’d been like
this in the club, but never in the office as it crossed my mind that the lines
of our compartmentalisation were blurring again. I could have argued but I
didn’t dare, silently looking around for the chair he’d put out for me and
walking quietly towards it.

It
was adjacent to the main table in the hidden part of his office, directly
facing his desk with only a small corridor shielding it from view. Unusually
the blinds were drawn across every glass window that ran floor to ceiling
across two of the walls. I could see nothing of the wonderful London views that
were normally apparent.

I
wasted no time in following his commands, sitting silently and awaiting my next
instruction.

He
said nothing at first, watching me closely and drinking in the sight of my body
through darkened eyes, smiling slightly as he approached me. “Good girl,” he smiled,
bending to kiss my lips as I melted against them, leaning forward and aching
for more as he pushed me back roughly against the cool fabric of the chair. This
was strict Lucas and I recognised it immediately, wondering if he was trying to
ram home his lesson on respect, this time through pleasure. The thought was
thrilling.

He
moved behind me and I felt him pull the blindfold over my eyes, gasping almost
inaudibly as the room went black.

Suddenly
my heart was hammering. The blindfold was one of the most effective tools he
had, and he used it with good effect. My imagination was suddenly running riot
wondering what the hell he might do with me today as he pulled my arms around
the back of the chair, securing my wrists with what felt like his tie. I could
hear him moving around on the hard wooden floor, but he was saying nothing as
my breathing sped up and I could feel the warm flush spreading across my skin,
fear and arousal fuelling my senses.

I
felt firm hands winding their way up my thighs, lifting my legs, one by one and
resting them over the arms of the chair. I was spread wide and exposed, hearing
his gentle moan and the rustle of fabric, taking a sharp intake of breath as
his hot tongue brushed against my soft damp folds before circling my clit.

“Mmmm”
I moaned, feeling his expert touch and warm breath against my skin as I relaxed
into the feeling of this glorious man pleasuring me with his expert mouth. Waves
of pleasure gripped my core, enveloping me quickly and growing more and more
powerful with every touch. “Oh Sir,” I gasped breathily on the brink of release
as the loud voice burst through the intercom, shocking me from my pre-orgasmic haze.

“Your
nine fifteen is here, Mr Hunter,” Melody announced brightly as shock took hold
and I gasped loudly.

“Be
quiet and stay there, pet,” he said coolly as my heart began to race. He
couldn’t be thinking of having a meeting while I was sitting here like this? He
wouldn’t, he couldn’t?

I
heard him walk across the floor, counting the footsteps and I knew my fear was
etched deeply in every feature of my face. I could say it and it would all end.
‘Red’.
It echoed through my brain, bouncing around my
skull as fear enveloped me, and I tried to calm myself down.

My
punishment was over, he wasn’t reprimanding me now and Lucas wouldn’t let harm
come to me. Hurt perhaps, but not real harm. This was pushing a boundary and
we’d never discussed humiliation and public exposure. I’d seen it happen at the
club, but he’d never done it there with me and this was his place of work; our
place of work. It was in the contract though; I knew it was, sandwiched right
between anal plugging and rope play. Oh shit.

I
tried to still my beating heart, until I heard the fateful words, “Show them in,”
and I swear it stopped beating altogether.

There
were introductions, but I could barely make them out. All I could hear was the
blood rushing through my skull at such speed it only served to fuel my anxiety.
I tried to calm myself down. ‘They can’t see you’ I coached myself over and
over again, but he could. This was private exposure in a public space, at least
for now. God knows what he was planning, but from that position at his desk,
Lucas had a full view of every inch of my naked body and I wondered if it was
turning him on.

Was
the thought of having me secured and open to him making him grow hard beneath
his desk? He sounded perfectly calm and controlled as he discussed the sales figures
with the two males who were taking turns to speak, reeling off figures I
couldn’t keep track of. Was he watching them or watching me? I didn’t know
because I couldn’t see. I could move my legs and close them, but what
difference would it make? It would only serve to anger him, and if those
business associates rounded that corner they would see everything anyway.
 
I pulled at the binding on my hands to check
if was just for effect, but it was fixed tight.

I
was trapped here because he wanted me to be, and a small smile began to form on
my lips. Lucas Hunter was sitting at his desk in the middle of a sales meeting
and I was exposing myself to him like a little whore, distracting him and
taunting him .The thought suddenly began to make me even wetter than his
tongue, my clit demanding attention I couldn’t give it. I felt empowered,
wanting to turn him on and make him lose himself, hoping he was watching me.

I
ran my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, listening for any signs that Lucas
was affected by what was happening here. His speech sped up very slightly as I
adjusted my hips, angling to give him a better view of my shaven pussy that I
knew was glistening with the evidence of my arousal.

There
was a slight change in the language he was using. It was almost imperceptible,
but it was there, an underlying impatience that spurred me on as I rocked my
hips gently, slowing at the pounding of my pussy that was growing almost
unbearable in its need. I could sense he wanted to draw this meeting to a
close.

 
“Email the reports,” he said firmly,
dismissing his guests as I smiled. I heard the movement of two chairs and the
footsteps growing fainter as they made their way towards the heavy wood door,
until it closed behind them and Lucas gasped audibly. I could hear the wheels
of his chair now, desperate for release and hoping he’d reward me with more of
that tongue or his cock, and quiet the pulsing need between my thighs.

He
chuckled deeply, running a firm finger across the folds of my pussy as I gasped
in delight, moving away all too quickly as my hands were released from their
tied position. Slowly and gently he lifted my legs from the arms of the chair,
taking my hand.

“Kneel,”
he said as I used his firm grip to aid my balance, sinking against the hard
wood of the floor. He moved my hands to the solid bulge straining against the
fabric of his trousers, pushing it hard against my palms as I moaned out loud.
I was thrilled to know he was as needful and every bit as aroused as I had
been, listening to the slow sound of his zipper before I heard the heavy thud
of his hot hard cock against his palm and licked my lips in anticipation.

“Service
me,” he growled, his voice raspy and tinged with the same need I felt. It was
an instruction I hadn’t heard before, but I knew exactly what it meant. I
opened my mouth to the head of his cock as he pushed it against my lips almost
urgently. I was rewarded with an instant burst of pre-cum as he cursed above me
and I moaned deeply, sending vibrations down his swollen shaft as he pounded my
lips harder and harder.

I
took him deep in my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard as they burned
in protest. My own need was pulsing violently between my thighs and I heard his
breathing grow shallow, knowing he was reaching his climax as he thrust against
me. I brought my hands up, cupping and fondling his heavy balls and it was
enough to send him over the edge as he pulled out suddenly. “You’ll pay for that,”
he groaned as I gasped loudly, feeling the hot burst of cum showering my face.

I
could smell it and taste it, droplets of salty lush wetness that dripped across
my swollen lips. I must have looked utterly debauched; kneeling, blindfolded
and wet, covered in my Dom’s cum and loving every second of it, as the familiar
sound of Melody’s voice echoed through the room again.

My
initial reaction was shock. I’d envisaged one meeting and then I’d finally
receive the release I was craving so badly. It looked like Lucas had other
ideas. I should have learned never to try and second guess my Dom, he was
always unpredictable, but I wasn’t certain I could wait any longer.

He
took my hand, spinning me twice before leading me around the office. I had
totally lost my bearings and had no idea where I was. He pushed me against a
wall, kicking my legs open roughly and placing my hands on the cool paintwork,
palms down.

“Stand
there and don’t move. You need a lesson in obeying your Dom and not driving him
crazy with lust, opening yourself up even further to him while he’s busy. Hold
this position like a good girl and I might let you come,” he said firmly,
groaning deeply as he ran his tongue slowly across my bottom lip, collecting
his own semen as I moaned against him. I couldn’t bear him leaving now, needing
his touch and warmth, knowing I’d have to endure more of this blissful torture
before I got my reward.

“But
I need you, Sir,” I gasped, reaching out for him as he stepped away.

“Then
be patient, sweetheart and you’ll have me,” he said with a low deep voice,
dripping with seduction as I tried to hold my arousal and my nerve.

I
was trying to figure out where his footsteps were going and establish where I
was. Front or back, left or right? It was difficult to tell and for all I knew,
I could be standing in the main office, naked and exposed and covered in cum. I
was breathing hard, intensely aroused and completely disorientated, adrenaline
surging through my veins when I heard the words, “Send him in,” and my heart
stopped in my chest.

I
bit back my desperate groan. My senses were overloaded, my need almost insatiable
as I listened for the door and the unfamiliar footsteps of his next guest,
trying to focus my scrambled brain. I was still around the corner, but much
closer to his desk as far as I could tell. It was impossible to know for sure
and I felt certain that was the point.

“Good
morning, Minister,” I heard Lucas say, sounding like he was rounding his desk
to shake his hand.
Minister?
Oh. My.
God.
This was insane. I couldn’t be standing naked, covered
in spunk, only feet from a minister of the British Government. ‘Holy shit’ I
thought, as another unwelcome thought flashed through my mind. He might be an
actual minister, a man of God, in which case I was going straight to hell for
this particular sin.

Surely
even my incredible Dom wouldn’t be that twisted, although I couldn’t put
anything past him at this moment in time. I listened hard, trying to ignore my
pounding heart and the unappeasable throbbing between my thighs.

“I
want you to know I’ll be lobbying hard against this proposed new export tax,”
Lucas said sternly as his visitor chuckled gently and I let out a silent sigh
of relief. This was Government, not God.

“I
would expect nothing less, Lucas, but the PM won’t be moved. We are in the
middle of a recession and we are working hard to balance the needs of the
economy with the need for growth.”