Submissive Beauty (16 page)

“Oh Sir, I’ve missed you
so
much.” The words were drawn and harsh as she moved her hips, encouraging him to finger fuck her nice and deep.

“And I’ve missed you, my beauty. So much so that my dick aches for you every minute.” He needed to share his need with her. Her sweet words to him, the ones of desire and longing had not gone unheard, and she deserved to know that. Gabrielle’s juices flowed around his fingers now as she pushed harder against him. He understood that urgent need to fuck all too well, which was all the more reason to draw this out. He smacked his hand hard against the creamy white expanse of her bottom, the resulting quiver rippling over his hand.

“You haven’t forgotten that you can’t come without permission, have you?”

Gabrielle whimpered. “No, Sir.”

“Good, then later when you’ve proven how much you need it, we’ll see about allowing for that.” His fingers slid from her then, and he brought them to his mouth to taste. Amidst her whimpers of protest, her sweet and tart taste exploded across his senses.

“Aw, don’t fret, sweetheart. We aren’t finished.” He gripped her waist and helped her to her feet. “But I don’t quite think you’re ready to put on a show here, and since your new coworker will be here any minute, I think we should take this somewhere a little more private, wouldn’t you agree.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered in response.

Thomas smoothed down her skirt, giving her clit a little pinch as he did and watched her mouth form a little O in surprise. “Oh baby, you have no idea what I have in store for you. I intend to take advantage of you at every opportunity I can until we’re both worn out from it.” He watched the red color of her blush creep up her face as she sucked in her lower lip. That shy, beautiful look made anything and everything about her worthwhile. It would be the look that got him through his days after he was forced to say goodbye to her. Which fortunately was not today.

With a few quick keystrokes, Thomas saved the data on Gabrielle’s computer and powered it down. He paused while Gabby scooped up her notebook and dumped it in her purse, leaving her desk clear of her work. His thick fingers intertwined with her slim, dainty ones as he led her toward his office. Luckily, Deidre hadn’t yet returned from lunch so they made it into his office without being seen. Not that he cared, but he didn’t want that worry to interfere with Gabrielle’s ability to enjoy her service this afternoon.

“Have you had lunch yet?”

“No, Sir, I’ve been wrapped up in going over the accounting figures for this year so far.”

“Lucky for you, I ordered something to be brought to my private terrace.” He pushed aside the heavy curtains in his office and revealed the French doors that lead out to his private patio. He pushed open the doors and ushered her outside.

“Wow, this is gorgeous. Good thing, I don’t have something like this in my office or I’d never get anything done.”

He laughed. “You have your personal oasis at home, I’ve seen it remember.”

She turned and smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, I remember well.”

“But you might be right, because I don’t think you have this.” He led her into the covered alcove tucked around the corner and waved at the sumptuous bed before them.

“Oh. My. God. You have a bed out here.” She leapt onto it landing on her bottom with a laugh. “This is positively decadent.”

“Not as decadent as you lying there on top of it, teasing me with flashes of pussy and nipples.” Automatically, her arms went to cross her breasts, and he grabbed her hands to stop her. “No, you never cover yourself from me. Do it again, and I’ll paddle you.”

With a look of barely controlled challenge, Gabrielle loosened her limbs and let them fall to her sides. Thomas leaned into her, pushing her back into a lying position where he quickly pinned her arms above her head. Without a word, he grabbed the cuff that was attached to the middle of the headboard, wrapped it around her wrists and quickly buckled it together before she could utter a protest.

When he glanced at her face, he was surprised to find her smiling shyly at him. “You’re not afraid of being bound?”

“Nervous? Yes. Afraid? No.”

“You don’t have to be nervous. You’re always safe with me. You only need to do as you’re told and feel. Experience the pleasure without focusing on anything else. I intend to take good care of you this afternoon.”

She nodded and sucked on that damn bottom lip again. Sitting next to her, he undid the buttons of her blouse one at a time, revealing more of her porcelain skin an inch at a time. With her top spread wide, her breasts beckoned to him with their dark nipples that had hardened to extended little points just begging to be touched.

Mine.

The incessant nagging in his head wasn’t about to leave him alone until he claimed her. This close to giving in, an instinct inside him yelled at Thomas to back off. To not get emotional about this woman. For a second, the war going on inside him made him feel as if he’d lost his mind. Either way he went, things were bound to get messy. He’d have to save that issue for later. Right now, he had a woman bound to his bed, watching him with equal parts lust and hesitation. The second part he was damned determined to get rid of.

“Relax, my beauty. I’ve got you.”

Leaning forward, Thomas captured an erect nipple between his teeth. Gabrielle gasped and arched underneath, a silent plea to continue. His girl was very eager for his touch, and he fucking loved it. He released her nipple and laved it generously with his tongue, soothing the erotic pain with pleasure. Her legs and hips twisted and bucked as he moved to the opposite breast to repeat the procedure.

“Lay still, Gabrielle, or I’ll bind your legs as well.”

She immediately stilled next to him, but the image of her legs spread wide and tied to the corners of the bed made his dick twitch. He loved nothing more than to see a willing submissive bound open in front of him, begging for more.

“Does that excite you? Being helpless in front me?”

“Yes!” she answered breathlessly.

His brow furrowed. With a quick pinch to an already sensitive nipple, he reminded her of her lapse.

“I mean, yes, Sir!”

“Better. I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” Thomas roamed his hands from her soft breasts to the edge of her skirt. For now, he had something else in mind. He abruptly stood from the bed and pulled on her skirt. He took his time, sliding the silk fabric down her smooth legs. When he glanced at her face, the pure unspoken lust shining there pulled at him to hurry.

With her clothes removed, he pressed her thighs apart and stroked the inside of her leg from her ankle to the sprinkling of hair that covered her sweet pussy. As pretty as her sex was now, tonight, he’d see that the hair was removed so when he fucked her it would be skin to skin without a single barrier to impede any of the exquisite sensations he planned to torture her with. A smile quirked at his lips as he moved his hands from her body to his pants, eager to remove his own confining clothes.

Gabby swallowed hard when Thomas peeled his shirt over his head. The dark hair spattered across his muscles beckoned to her. If she wasn’t bound, she’d be pleading to touch him. To feel the sleek muscles of his chest and arms flex underneath her fingers. God, he drove her crazy just looking at his male perfection. His abs were flat and hard with a thin trail of curly hair that led into the waistband of his pants. Tanned muscular fingers deftly undid the button and zipper to whisk the fabric from his hips, leaving him naked with his gorgeous cock protruding from more of that soft dark hair she longed to touch.

Uncontrollable need rode up her body with a sudden desire to taste him, to wrap her lips around that hard steel and swallow as much of him as she could. On a bold move, she decided to ask.

“May I please suck your cock, Sir?”

Thomas’s head jerked at her question, as did his erection. The look of surprise in his eyes secretly pleased her, but she schooled her face not to show it.

His right hand wrapped around the base of his cock and stroked up and down a few times until a pearly bead of pre-cum glistened from the small slit at the tip. “You want a taste of this, sweetheart?”

She nodded frantically. “Oh yes, Sir. More than anything.”

He had no idea how her body ached and her pussy wept for him. Two days wasn’t a long time, but to her, it had been an eternity that shifted something inside her. She’d never ached for something or someone so bad. At this point, begging wasn’t out of the question. Whatever it took to connect them.

“Then that is what you shall have.” He moved to the head of the bed and settled his body across her chest, one knee on each side of her shoulders until his dick hovered a mere few inches from her eager mouth. “Open wider.”

Gabby did as asked and spread her lips as far as she could as he nudged the tip against them. Her tongue peeked out and swiped around the crown, gathering the moisture in a rather greedy and bold move. She groaned at the salty taste. There was something so wild and inherently male about him.

With only a few inches worked inside, he halted, giving her a chance to close around him and suck. “Damn woman.”

His hips bucked against her, and he inched inside a little bit more. His cock pushed farther inside until he slowly pulled it back out to the tip. As she dragged her tongue across the crown, he hissed and plunged deep. His movements continued like that until he fucked her mouth in a nice and steady rhythm. Her eyes slid closed as she focused on pleasuring him and not the arousal flooding her pussy as she got more and more excited from each moan and groan he gave her when her tongue swiped against the sensitive underside.

Rough fingers caressed her cheek, and in the midst of all that lust and heat her heart cracked, letting Thomas in closer than she thought possible. His touch electrified her, spurring her to suckle harder. She was so wrapped up in pleasing Thomas that when a pair of hands touched her thighs, it took her several seconds to realize it wasn’t Thomas.

Shocked, Gabby eyes flew open, and she tried to pull away from the cock filling her. Thomas must have sensed her unease, and to prevent her withdrawal, his hand tightened on the back of her neck and forced her to remain in place.

“Easy, Gabrielle,” he answered softly. “Do you trust me?”

His movements had stilled, and she looked at him questioningly. It was hard for her to think when her heart beat painfully against her chest, and lust still sizzled through her veins. She didn’t know who was touching her behind Thomas, but her pussy ached to be filled. Gabby fought with her head and her incessant need to know every move being made. Thomas expected her trust, and she couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing him.

She moaned around him, letting the vibration ripple against his skin.

Thomas gasped. “You little witch. Guess I’ll take that as an indication you don’t want to stop.”

Gabby shook her head slightly and let loose with her tongue again, stroking as much of his length she could manage. She had to trust him. They were in Thomas’ private space where he had complete and total control. The time to take a chance was now or never.

When Thomas started moving again so did the hands on her thighs. They crept up her legs until they tickled the hair of her pussy. Wet hair she imagined. When those sneaky fingers curled into the hair and tugged, Gabby gasped at the intensity of it. For a fleeting moment, she thought of David and wondered if it could be him between her legs.
Yes, it had to be
. She focused on that thought and relaxed.

Until a warm tongue stroked fleetingly over her clit… Gabby bucked at the shot of lust that rushed between her thighs. Fiery flames licked over her skin, need and hunger overwhelming her with sensations. Her brain was unable to keep up with the task of sucking Thomas while someone ate her pussy. God, it had to be David. Only he and Thomas knew where her weaknesses lay and were guaranteed to push every button she had.

More pre-cum pulsed over her tongue as Thomas’s movements quickened. His strokes were now short, fast thrusts giving her barely enough time to graze her teeth over the tip before he plunged again. When she cast a glance at Thomas, the need staring back at her pinned in place. The unspoken demand for her to continue settled in the taut lines of his face.

Two fingers breached her aching sex and pushed their way inside of her, stretching and filling her with one swift stroke. His tongue pushed and swiped against her tight bundle of nerves clit relentlessly. Sweat broke out across her skin as she fought against the pressure building inside her. She couldn’t withstand much more.

As if reading her mind, Thomas warned her. “No coming. Not until he says so. Do you understand?”

Gabby stared back at him, an unwavering devotion welling inside her. Thomas understood the side of her that often frightened her, and he had no trouble making her face it at his command. Tears of relief burned at the back of her eyes.

She could do this; she was sure of it. Unable to answer or move her head she simply opened wider and took more of him inside her as he plundered her mouth completely.

“Oh fuck yes,” Thomas groaned and thrust, tightening his fingers in her hair until the edge of erotic pain sent her once again racing to the edge. Forcing her focus on him, she thrashed her tongue across every ridge on the underside of his cock. His shaft pulsed and swelled in response.