Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (5 page)

“I’m impressed, Matthew.”

“Club Submission is very lucrative. I enjoy a good lifestyle.”

He piloted the Chevy for a further two hundred yards or so down the tree-lined drive, before pulling to a halt outside a beautiful, opulent house. It rose majestically for three stories. An additional circular turret giving the final flourish.

“When I said I was impressed, it was an understatement.”

“The house is modeled on Norman architecture. As soon as I saw the property, I was sold.”

She was surprised just how affluent Matthew Strong was. “It’s a beautiful house. Some spread you got here, too.”

“Barely a hundred acres.” He smiled, an enigmatic smile full of mystery and promise. “I value my privacy. Seclusion is very important to me.” He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, grazing the edge of her mouth with his thumb. A tingling sensation spread all the way down to her clit, which pulsed wantonly in rhythm with her breathing. “It’s just you and me now, Kelly. Look around, there’s no one within a mile of us.”

“Should I be worried?” She looked at the surrounding woodland and softly undulating lawns and realized she wasn’t remotely worried. In fact she was starting to enjoy the experience.

“Absolutely not. Everything that goes on between us will be consensual. Still want to come in?” His green eyes held hers, claiming her, drawing her in.

“Yes.” Her husky reply betrayed how she felt.

“Then allow me, ma’am.” He slipped from the driver’s seat, and walked around the car. After holding the door open for her, he said, “Don’t forget your cell phone.”

“It’s right here.” She patted the purse held tightly under her arm as he helped her from the small Chevy.

It was starting to get dark now, and security lights automatically came on. They illuminated an enchanting pathway to the large oak door. Matthew pushed it open. “Welcome to my home.” He led her into an exquisitely tiled hall, before guiding her through to an expansive living area.

The amount of space was impressive. Seasoned hardwood floors gave a feeling of quality, and large oak beams supported the double-height ceiling. She was used to fine living herself, but still nodded appreciatively. “It’s beautiful, Matthew.”

“Ham and eggs coming right up.” With an authoritative arm around her shoulders, Matthew steered her to the kitchen. Sheer glossy black cupboards spilled around the entire room, while stainless steel appliances complemented the space. The whole effect was finished off with a huge oak refectory table standing in the center of a slate-tiled floor.

He immediately lit the griddle. Life had a funny way of throwing a curve ball when she least expected it. In the brief time she’d known Matthew, he’d helped her immensely. That was unexpected. As he placed two pieces of succulent ham on the griddle, she let her gaze linger on his ramrod-straight back. She adored the way his thick, dark hair brushed against his neck as he flipped the ham and sealed in the goodness. Without turning he said, “How many eggs?”

“Er, what sorry?” She wasn’t interested in food. She was only interested in him. “One egg will be fine.”

He turned to her. “Just the one? I’m having three.” He returned to the griddle and broke four eggs onto the superhot surface.

Kelly felt as though she were dreaming. She couldn’t take her eyes from his pert, tight butt, encased in a pair of Wranglers. Her tongue snaked out to wet her parched lips. All he was doing was standing there cooking dinner.
Get ahold of yourself, girl.
He had powerful thighs. They filled the denim material, stretching it taut across the hard muscle beneath. More than anything else in the world, she wanted this man deep inside her, dominating her, letting her know everything would be okay.

With her breathing accelerating wildly, she leaned back against the large oak refectory table for support. Her heart beat so fast she thought she might pass out.
I want him. I want him so much.

Kelly couldn’t stop staring. His arms were strong, the forearms corded as he tended to the ham and eggs. God, she didn’t want to be alone—not tonight.

“Matthew.”

“Yes?” He glanced over his shoulder, his green eyes all-knowing, a slight smile to his lips.

“I–I feel like a teenage girl on her first date, and not the powerful business woman I should be.”

He turned and placed a hand on her chest, before looking deep into her eyes. “It beats so fast, Kelly. There’s a reason for that.”

“I know. Oh, God, I know. Why do you make me feel this way?”

He cupped her chin and angled her face to his. His green eyes seemed to reach the deepest part of her soul. “Deep down you know why. It’s because when I command you to do something, you’ll do it willingly, and obediently, like the good girl that you are.”

Although his words thrilled and excited her, she opened her mouth to protest. Matthew raised a finger and pressed it to her lips. “Shhh.” His eyes blazed hotly, letting her know who was in charge. “Careful, Kelly, think about it. I’m exactly what you need right now. These limp dicks you’ve surrounded yourself with have been a complete waste of time. They’ve never lived up to your demanding expectations. Take what I’m offering. You won’t be disappointed.” His voice was low and authoritative, and she knew he meant business.

Kelly realized he spoke the truth, but surrendering all control went against everything she’d ever known. But God help her, it turned her on, too. That was the reason she’d visited Club Submission in the first place. To be at Matthew’s mercy would be life altering.

Caressing his neck, her fingers explored the pulse at the base of his throat. It beat so fucking fast. Matthew was sexually charged, too. She slowly raised her eyes to his. “I want to submit to you so much, but I was raised by my father to take control, not give it away.” Her legs trembled with the dilemma she found herself in.

His demeanor softened slightly, and he let out a deep sigh. “Everything is consensual, princess. No means no.”

“Then help me to submit, Matthew.”

A smile touched his lips. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.” He discarded the spatula and she heard it clatter noisily in the sink. “You’re mine now, lady. I’m putting the ham and eggs on hold.”

Matthew hooked his fingers into her hair and roughly pulled her toward him. His kiss was passionate, more passionate than she’d ever experienced in twenty-nine years of life. He was taking control, and it was just what she needed. Her lips surrendered to his demands, parting willingly to accept his probing tongue.

“Let’s lose this.” The simple words hissed from his mouth as he grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it over her thighs. She decided to help him, but he soon put a stop to that. “Don’t, this is my job,” he admonished her, as he pulled it over her head and threw it to one side.

He yanked the bra straps down her arms, leaving just the cups to support her breasts. Scooping her tits out of the flimsy lace, he whispered, “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful.” Her nipples puckered into tight nubs, and he feasted hungrily on them, mercilessly pulling the tips taut with his teeth.

The breath was forced from her lungs as he pressed her against the edge of the large oak table. Using his power and strength, he pushed her down onto the wooden surface. Her knees hooked over the edge of the aged oak, and her feet swung in midair, the motion causing her stilettos to drop to the tiled floor with a clatter.

“Put your hands above your head, and grip the edge of the table.” His words were said in such a way, she was left in no doubt it was an instruction, not a request. She did as he demanded, stretching her arms above her head, and curling her fingers obediently around the edge of the table. “Now don’t move without my permission. If you disobey me, there will be serious consequences. Understand?” The dominant tone of his voice turned her on even more. She could never have imagined any of her board members talking to her in such a way.

“Yes, Matthew,” she breathily replied.

He pushed her knees apart and stood between them. “Good, girl,” he praised as he smoothed his hands down her body, palming her breasts, and rolling her nipples between a finger and thumb. Matthew dipped down and kissed her lips, before paying attention to her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the tender flesh. “Your tits look so sexy with your bra half off.” Unable to move without his say-so, she lay flat on the kitchen table, with just her calves hanging over the end. Her vulnerable position and state of partial undress made her pussy wet.

“Oh, Matthew.” Raw sexual desire like she’d never experienced before pulsed through her system unchecked.

“It’s good to let go, princess. I’m taking the weight of responsibility off those beautiful silken shoulders of yours.”

“Oh, yes please.” It sounded like heaven on earth.

“You don’t need to be in charge, because I am. All you have to do is whatever I tell you.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Her breathy words came back.

She felt him hook his fingers inside her G-string panties and rip them noisily from her body. The sound of tearing material echoed around the kitchen. “I’ll look after you, princess. Now open your legs wide for me.” Without argument or confrontation she did exactly as he ordered. Submitting to his mighty will felt invigorating. “You’re gorgeous.” He gently kissed each ankle in turn, before placing them tightly against her butt. He then pushed her knees further apart allowing him an uninterrupted view of her pussy and asshole. Thank God she kept herself baby-smooth, because he stared at her most intimate, feminine parts, for what seemed an eternity. His gaze flicked momentarily to hers, before returning to her sex. “Your pussy is beautiful. Just like the rest of you.” He dipped an index finger deep inside her, making her writhe. “You’re so warm and wet.” He pulled it out and held it up for her to see. “Look.” It pleased her that her feminine arousal glistened on his finger. Lubrication had always been in short supply with the men she’d known before Matthew. “This part of you belongs to me,” he said as he licked and sucked her juices from his hand. “Mmm, just like nectar. You taste as good as you look.”

The ache in her pussy felt unbearable and she groaned out loud. “Please don’t tease me, Matthew, please.”

Yet more unbelievable feelings stimulated her dormant sexual desire as he rolled his finger over her engorged and oh-so-sensitive clit. When he pulled back her clitoral hood, she gripped the edge of the table even tighter. She sucked in a deep breath as he lowered his head and lashed his tongue over her exposed bead. Her whole body arched, writhing and undulating, beneath his touch.

She could just make out the top of his beautiful head as it bobbed between her legs, sending her on a one-way trip to sensory overload—a destination she’d rarely visited. She couldn’t stop herself crying out—“Oh, yes, yes, yes”—as his tongue swirled around her supersensitive nub. Still gripping the edge of the table as instructed, Kelly raised her hips from the oak surface, offering her surrender, arching her pelvis to his mouth, until a brilliant white light seared through her brain. A spasm of well-being so unbelievably intense and overwhelming gripped her very core, as wave upon wave of delicious pleasure flooded her submissive body. Unable to control such beautiful, life-altering forces, she screamed her release at the top of her voice as her pussy clenched violently in the throes of orgasm. “Oh, Matthew…yes…yes…yes.”

“Don’t move, princess. I’m not done with you yet,” Matthew commanded, just in case she tried to get up.

Kelly looked so fucking gorgeous, laid out on the kitchen table for his personal enjoyment. An attractive pink bloom dusted her cheeks. Her dark pink nipples, in marked contrast to her porcelain skin, stood proud and erect. He already knew they were supersensitive when aroused. With her slender, perfectly smooth legs bent at the knees, and her ankles tucked against her butt, she looked like a beautiful butterfly waiting to be mounted and pinned in place.

It crossed his mind to take her upstairs, but what the hell, he had her exactly where he wanted her—waist level and waiting to be fucked.

Kelly was a strong, independent woman, and wouldn’t be herded into submission without putting up a fight. It would be a long, slow process. That was why he’d held back on the bondage. He would introduce it gradually over time. Better to give her a feeling of retaining some control, for now. She was such a beautiful woman, by proceeding slowly, he would eventually get his just rewards.

Desperately wanting to be inside her, Matthew yanked off his T-shirt, and cast it aside. He lowered his jeans to his thighs, and pulled out his rock-hard cock. He’d always been proud of his size, but never more so as Kelly appraised his length. Her lips parted, and she licked them expectantly. This simple feminine gesture was enough to get him harder still.

“I know you want this.” He palmed it in his hand, then slowly rolled a condom down the shaft.

“Please, Matthew, hurry.”

“Patience, princess. I decide when.” Holding his weight from her body, with a hand on either side of her shoulders, he dipped down, and kissed her mouth, nipping her lower lip with his teeth. Her beautiful silver eyes looked into his. The pupils had dilated, giving her a dreamy look. Matthew positioned his cock at her entrance, and then tugged her bottom lip with his teeth once more.

“I know exactly what’s needed to make you whole, princess.” He dipped the tip of his shaft between her pussy lips. The head of his cock stimulating her clit. It didn’t take long to elicit a moan of pleasure from her.