Submitting to the Boss (4 page)

“You will submit to everything I want.” His
voice dropped low with intensity.

She was sure he kn
ew it, but
she wasn’t about to
say
she’d agree to anything. “I’m
not submitting to anyone.” She stopped short of claiming she’d
never submit to
him
.

He was so close, her breasts brushed his
chest as she breathed. He waited two beats before saying softly,
almost deadly, “Get on your knees and suck me, Ruby.”

She wanted to; God, she wanted it more than
she’d ever wanted sex with any man. Yet her lips moved in a silent
“No.”

He grabbed her hand and covered his cock with
her palm. “I’ve thought about it every time you’ve been in my
office since the day you started working for me.”

Her breath stopped in her chest. She felt
trapped in his dark, intense gaze.

“So suck my cock now because I need it.”

I need it.
Almost as if the appendage
wasn’t part of her, Ruby put a hand to his chest and pushed until
he fell back into his cushy leather chair.

Then she stepped out of her shoes and went to
her knees between his thighs.

* * * * *

“I’m only doing this because you begged,” she
said.

Holt didn’t give a damn why; he cared only
that he had her where he’d wanted her for so long. The desire had
become an obsession the moment Clay kicked her out of his house.
Punishment had merely been an excuse to have what he’d always
craved.

“Unzip me,” he demanded. He would have done
it himself, but he feared his hand might tremble. A man could never
give Ruby Williams the upper hand. He’d said enough by revealing
that he’d been thinking of this moment for years. The fact that
she’d belonged to Clay was the only thing that had kept him in
check. If Clay had made the offer, though, he’d have been on Ruby
in a shot
.

Now Holt would reap the benefits of Ruby’s
misconduct.

He was hard as a metal spike when she put her
hand to the task. Unbuckling his belt, she held his slacks at the
button to straighten the zipper and pulled, slowly dragging her
fingers over his length.

Holt resisted the urge to let his head loll
back. He wanted to watch. He
needed
to watch.

“What do we have here?” she murmured to his
cock. She stroked it, cupped it in the white briefs, then slowly
reached inside and drew him out.

His chest swelled at the sight of him in her
hand, her long fingers wrapped around him, nails a deep, sexy red
against his flesh.

Then Ruby looked up. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll
bite it off?” She had the upper hand, and she knew it.

In a battle of wills, though, he’d still come
out on top. “Isn’t that like the pet biting the hand that feeds
it?”

She shrugged, her magnificent breasts
bobbing. “A very good pet can always find another master.”

Holt reached out quickly, fisted his hand in
her hair, and forced her to meet his gaze. “Too late. You’re mine.
Now suck me and prove you’re worth all the trouble.”

Chapter Four

Ruby’s fingers were wrapped around his thick
cock. She could have squeezed harder than a man could take. Holt
was in her power, and she could have visited any manner of
cruelties upon him.

Instead, she stroked him lightly as he held
her by the hair. “You’re messing up my hairdo.” Even as she said
it, she couldn’t resist running her thumb over the head of his
cock, catching a pearl of pre-come and smoothing it over him.

His eyes darkened, and his grip tightened.
She liked fighting him with words, but she loved the sexual thrill
of
submitting
to him. He was her boss, and doing dirty
things to him behind a locked door in the middle of the day was
illicit, naughty, risky, and oh so exciting. She was wet, her skin
heated, her body ready. Clay would never do anything at work, but
the idea had always been a huge turn-on for her. Perhaps that was
another reason why she’d succumbed to Bradley Palmer, because she’d
needed that naughtiness, too.

But God, to have it with Holt? It was so much
hotter. She needed it so badly, she couldn’t quite catch her
breath.

Holt forced her head down until her lips
touched his cock. She’d never been into submission or dominance, or
even rape fantasies, but her mouth watered for a taste of him. She
allowed herself to indulge, swiping her tongue along the length of
him until she reached the tip and tasted the saltiness of his
pre-come.

“That’s it,” he said softly. “Be a good
girl.”

Just because she had to show at least a
little fight, she said, “I’m
not
a girl.”

He held her down, rubbed himself against her
lips. Holt wasn’t terribly long, but thick and hard, amazingly so
for a man his age. And he smelled good, clean, not sweaty, very
male. His balls shaved and his graying pubic hair clipped short.
Ruby couldn’t resist reaching into his briefs to cup his sac,
squeezing gently until she felt him arch in his chair.

“Suck me.” The words were commanding, yet
need threaded through his voice.

He wanted her. He’d dreamed about her.
Perhaps he’d lain awake with his cock in his hand, thinking of her.
The images made her dizzy with desire, and she gave in to her own
need, taking him between her lips, sucking hard on his crown, then
sliding down to engulf him. He filled her mouth. His taste was
exquisitely illicit and forbidden.

The phone rang. They ignored it as Ruby
sucked him, Holt guiding her with his hand on her head, forcing her
to take more. She held onto his thighs, allowing him to deep-throat
her.

This was Holt—broad, solid, and heavenly in
her mouth. Her boss, the man she’d sought to please in every way
but this. His sounds were like a symphony in her ears, the muted
groans and soft words that were both filthy and decadent, praising
and egging her on. His thighs were like steel beneath her hands as
she gripped him.

Then the door shook slightly in its frame as
someone knocked. Holt held her. “Don’t stop.”

Ruby wouldn’t have even if he’d tried to push
her away. She wouldn’t share. This moment was theirs.

She felt him begin to contract, his breathing
harsh, his body moving to her rhythm.

“Swallow me, baby, take it all. Jesus.”

He thrust up into her mouth as she tasted his
essence on her tongue, down her throat. God, he was sweet, perfect,
forbidden, dangerous. She drank him, every last drop, kept sucking
as his body continued to quake for long moments. Then he relaxed
back into the chair, though his hand never left her hair. She’d be
a mess, but Ruby didn’t care.

She let him slip free and looked up to meet
his eyes.

“That was very good,” he said. “Zip me
up.”

She knew it had been better than good, but
this was his game. And Ruby wanted more of it. She would wear the
slightly more circumspect clothes he wanted, hiding the naughtiness
that lay beneath. It would be their nasty little secret.

She stroked him lightly as she tucked his
cock back into his briefs. Then she zipped, buckled, and patted him
down as if to make sure he was all in the right place. Amazingly,
beneath her hand, she could feel him begin to harden again. Then
she rose, stood before him.

Holt straightened, rolled the chair once
again behind the desk, and reached for a folder. “That will be all,
Ruby.”

“That’s all? What about me?” She was wet and
needy. Yet there had been something so completely satisfying about
what they’d done.

Holt tipped his chin at her. “I will allow
you to finish yourself in the ladies’ room.”

She pursed her lips, staring at him. “So I’m
supposed to take care of
myself
?” Then she smirked. “I
thought I wasn’t allowed to do that.”

He gazed at her with what she could only call
a shit-eating grin. “I’m allowed to give you permission for
whatever I want. And I want you to make yourself climax in the
ladies’ room.”

“You’re joking, right?” She couldn’t believe
he actually expected her to do it. Or that he would deny her the
orgasm she so richly deserved after that fabulous blow job she’d
just performed.

Holt let the grin die. “I’m ordering you to
do what I tell you.” He didn’t even have to stand for his attitude
to be somewhat intimidating, even to Ruby. “And I’ll be checking to
make sure you follow my order.”

She was pissed at his dictatorial tone, yet
oddly, it made her need burn even hotter. Ruby loved sex in all its
forms, and she had very few lines she wouldn’t cross, but Holt was
offering up something she’d never had before: a man taking charge
in no uncertain terms. Even Clay had let her do whatever she
wanted—until she went a tad too far. The fact that Holt was her
boss made it all the more exciting.

It wasn’t, however, a good idea to let him
think she was a complete pushover. “I’ll do it”—she put a snap into
her voice—“but only because I need the relief.” She ended the
conversation by stalking to the door and unlocking it. Stepping
through, Ruby almost slammed it behind her. Regardless that it was
lunchtime, noise drifted in from the hall outside her office, and
she wasn’t about to advertise that anything was going on between
her and Holt.

Normally she didn’t give a damn what people
thought about her sex life, but Holt had never been a part of that.
He’d always been off limits. For the first time, Ruby didn’t want
to be the center of office gossip. This was a pleasure she wanted
to keep for herself. And a pleasure it surely was.

Ruby practically ran to the ladies’ room to
follow his order.

* * * * *

Sounds filtered in from the outer office: the
chair rolling on its mat, a file drawer opening, closing, the tap
of computer keys, the phone ringing, Ruby’s soft, sexy voice.
Holt’s body still thrummed with what she’d done to him half an hour
ago. Christ, the woman had a mouth on her. Yet again it had taken
all his willpower not to pull her onto his lap and fuck her. Her
erotic perfume filled his head, a strand of her hair clung to his
slacks, and his cock was hard with the memory of her lips on him.
But taking her at this stage wasn’t part of the plan. He wanted
Ruby crazed for it. He wanted to withhold the final act until she
was completely his, like a man waiting for consummation in the
marriage bed. Until that moment, he intended to do everything else
to her
but
that.

Still, he’d issued a warning, telling her
that he’d be checking, and he needed to follow through. Rising, he
strode to his open door. Her dark, silky hair was artfully arranged
over her shoulders, all the tangles smoothed free. She’d freshened
her lipstick, though the smudges his cock had made were negligible.
Her work station was situated to take in both his door and the
outer hallway, so she could see his visitors long before they
reached him. Of course, she had to be aware of him, but she didn’t
look up.

He debated which would be the better course:
force her to come to him, or tower over her desk. Holt chose the
latter, boxing her in between credenza, filing cabinet, and
desk.

Her lips thinned, but she didn’t meet his
gaze. Ruby was an excellent actress. He’d often witnessed the
abrupt change with a customer he knew she didn’t like,
gracious
on the phone and only later giving Holt her
true opinion. She was a good judge of character, often putting him
on alert. Now she was playing the role of disgusted, harassed
employee. The lie was in the musky perfume of her arousal, the pink
tinge of her skin, and her beaded nipples beneath the tight jacket
she wore.

“I’m glad to see you followed my
instructions,” he said.

“I took care of things myself since you were
completely useless in that department.”

He laughed, and she breathed deeply, the
jacket’s lapels parting slightly to afford him a better view of her
magnificent cleavage. Her perfect breasts made his mouth water. She
was a prize worth winning. Clay’s problem had been giving Ruby too
much freedom. She needed strict limits. She needed to have things
decided for her, directed, which man he would allow her to have,
what act he would allow her to perform, who, what, when, where, and
how. She’d chafe beneath the rules, try finagling a way around
them, but she would achieve far greater heights because of the
metaphorical chains he put on her.

He leaned down, propping himself with his
fists on the desk. “Tell yourself whatever you like, but we both
know you were dying to follow my command.” He lowered his voice
until it was little more than a whisper. “In the end, you’ll do
everything I say.” He paused. “And you’ll love it.”

He would love it, too. She would be his
slave. But he might also become hers.

Chapter Five

Thankfully, Holt had decided to drop in on
Manufacturing. Ruby couldn’t concentrate with him leaning over her
desk. Well, she
could
concentrate, but only on sexual
matters.

She typed in the finishing touches on his
Powerpoint presentation for the investors’ conference he’d be
attending in a couple of weeks. He didn’t like using the same talk
over and over for the different groups he spoke to, especially not
potential investors, and Ruby had reinvented this one for him.
Besides, things changed so quickly within the industry, especially
with the high volatility of metal prices, that revamping was
necessary to stay up-to-date. She was just clicking the Save icon
when a shadow passed over her desk.

“Is he available?”

Ruby’s hackles rose. The disgustingly sweet
voice belonged to none other than Little Miss Muffet. Jessica
Murphy was just too perfect, her blonde hair curling over her
shoulders, her lips a pale pink, her navy business suit neatly
tailored, the skirt reaching her knees and the prissy blouse
buttoned to her throat. She didn’t possess an ounce of pizzazz.
What on earth did Clay see in her?