Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (6 page)

“Matthew.” He loved the way she spoke his name, all husky and wanton.

“Tell your Master what you need.”

“I need you.”

“Again.”

“I need you, Matthew. I want you.”

“Still not good enough.”

“Please.”

“We’re getting there.” A little begging never did a woman any harm, and it certainly appealed to his ego. Her breathing was heavy, and her tongue protruded between her teeth. He couldn’t resist sucking it into his mouth, and gently caressing it with his lips. He then peppered tiny kisses to her ear, before whispering, “Surely you want to feel me inside you?”

“Oh, God yes. I need you.” Her body writhed beneath him, letting him know exactly how much.

“Then look into my eyes and say the words. Please, Master Matthew, I want you to fuck me.”

Matthew hovered just above her, enjoying the subtle changes in her beautiful eyes. He knew he’d struck a chord when her pupils dilated even more, leaving just a sliver of silver showing. Yeah, she’d grow to like his authority, because it already aroused her. “Please, Master Matthew.” The tip of her tongue snaked out and wet her lower lip, making it glisten seductively. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.” When he smiled, she began to loosen her grip on the edge of the table. “Did I say you could do that?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry, Master Matthew.”

“You may wrap your beautiful, silken legs around me, but keep your hands exactly where they are. Understand?” He could tell she loved his control, as he took hold of her hips, and began feeding his cock slowly inside her silky warmth. She was tight, far tighter than he’d imagined. It made him wonder how many lovers she’d had recently? Maybe as the head of a large company she didn’t have time for lovers.
She has time for me
.

It pleased him that she struggled to accommodate his size. Her head tipped back, and a breathy whimper surfaced from deep within her.

“You will look directly into my eyes,” he commanded, as he slid fully home. With each breath that she took, her pussy pulsed around him, and when she held his gaze, he felt her warm, sexy cunt tighten even more around his prick. They’d made a real connection and it showed. He squeezed her breasts together, enjoying her ample cleavage as he pumped inside her, allowing his weight to bear down on her small frame. Kelly’s skin felt silky smooth as his sweat-soaked body glided across hers. Big dark pink nipples, gloriously peaked and aroused, caressed his chest muscles as he moved over her.

“Oh, you feel so good, Matthew.”

Enjoying her verbal response, he kissed her lips, driving his tongue deep inside her sweet mouth. He quickened the pace, setting a faster rhythm, as he filled her with everything he had. He marveled at the way her beautiful lips parted as she fought for breath, and a trickle of perspiration ran sexily between her breasts. A whimper of frustration reverberated deep in her throat, and he figured she wanted to let go of the kitchen table. Her hands were still high above her head, her fingers clinging to the edge as he’d instructed.

Matthew slowed the pace and said, “I’m claiming you as my property. To do with as I see fit.” He knew his controlling words turned her on as she groaned appreciatively, getting closer and closer to climax. Skewered on his massive prick, her body arched, her breasts offered up. It was a wonderful sight, watching this beautiful woman writhe and undulate with pleasure. Never losing eye contact, she stared unblinkingly at him, her gorgeous silver irises tempting him to spill his seed.

When the breath hitched in her throat and her body stiffened, he knew she was close to orgasm again. He pumped harder still, spearing her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she tumbled headlong off the cliff.

A cry left her lips. “Matthew!”

Her pussy spasmed violently around him, milking his cock as she relentlessly tried to tease the contents from his balls. He looked down at his shaft embedded deep inside her tight, wet entrance. It proved his undoing, because he let out a deep roar, throwing back his head, his hips jerking spontaneously as his cock pulsed out its goodness in two massive bursts of sexual pleasure.

Barely able to catch her breath, she finally asked, “Did I please you, Master?”

“If only you knew how much, princess.”

Matthew kept his weight on her, savoring her warmth and the small whimpers of utter contentment that still drifted from her lips. He noticed with some satisfaction that her hands still gripped the edge of the table.

He smiled and kissed her cheek, then slowly released the grip of her slender fingers one by one. “You may hug your Master.” Kelly clung to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, making him feel all-powerful.

He playfully tapped her nose. “You are such a good girl for following my instructions to the letter.” He felt the unmistakable quiver of pleasure, as her pussy tightened around his still-hard shaft once again. Kelly would definitely respond well to even more control and correction. Still buried to the hilt inside her feminine wetness, he pulled her into his arms, and lifted her from the table. Matthew cupped her creamy little buttocks, and smiled into her eyes. “I’m going to prepare you those ham and eggs I promised.”

Kelly kissed his lips and smoothed her fingers through his hair. “Good, because I’m famished.”

Stretched comfortably on the opulent, overstuffed sofa, Kelly basked in the warmth radiating from the large wood-burning fire. The seasoned timber crackled and spat, and she hugged her arms around herself, enjoying the moment. She felt wonderfully relaxed—a feeling she hadn’t been familiar with for many years. After their lovemaking, Matthew had given her one of his denim shirts to wear. It practically swamped her, hanging almost to her knees. There was something comforting about wearing his clothes. It made her feel an emotional connection was developing between them.

She guessed her peacefulness showed, because a smile played on his lips as he allowed his sensual gaze to caress every inch of her body. A delicious warm feeling settled in the pit of her stomach at the way he devoured her with his eyes. Wearing jeans and nothing else, he seemed as relaxed as her, and lounged decadently in an armchair. His powerful upper body flickered warmly from the glowing firelight. The reflections made pretty patterns on his masculine torso, while his eyes glinted, a beautiful gold color.

They’d made love twice since coming back to his place. Once on the kitchen table, and once in his bedroom. The second time, he’d tied her hands loosely together with a silk scarf and anchored her wrists to the headboard. As he’d slowly stripped, he’d told her in graphic detail exactly what to expect. His dominant use of language had driven her wild with sexual hunger, and her frustration at not being able to touch him had only added to her arousal. The idea of being ravished and helpless was a fantasy she’d had for years, and to actually act it out made her orgasms all the more powerful. Matthew was a very deep, dark, and sexual man. She knew he had hidden depths. He scared and excited her in equal measure. There was so much she didn’t know about D/s relationships, and so much she didn’t know about him.

She smiled. “So tell me how you come to be living in this beautiful house, Matthew?” Her gaze swept around the room, and settled on the giant bookcase. Reaching high into the double-height ceiling, it resembled a small library. “You have so many books.”

He leaned back in the comfy armchair, and steepled his hands together, appearing deep in thought. After a moment or two of contemplation, he pointed an index finger at her. “I know so little about you, Kelly. Perhaps we can do an exchange. I’ll tell you something about me, but in return, you must tell me a little about yourself. Does that sound fair?”

“Absolutely fair.” Though she felt unsure exactly how much to divulge.

Matthew stood and strode over to the massive bookcase. He scanned the shelves, drifting his fingers over the numerous spines, before finally pulling out a worn and battered book. He handed it to her, and then returned to his seat. “This guy changed my entire life.”

“Oh?” Kelly held the book in her hands. The dust jacket was so old, she feared it would fall apart when she opened it. She raised a brow, surprised that he had an interest in ancient history. “The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin?”

Matthew gestured benignly, spreading his arms wide. “Old Ben was one of the Founding Fathers and the first man to truly live the American Dream. I don’t know if you’re aware, but he actually lived right here in Boston. Ethan and I had a real bad start in life, but I can tell you this, Kelly, without reading his inspirational story, we wouldn’t be the men we are today.”

“It’s a beautiful book, Matthew, but very battered.”

“Yeah, I’ve read it so many times, it’s falling apart. As an-out-of control, smart-ass kid, it was exactly what I needed to straighten me out.” He sighed resignedly. “I’d gotten myself into trouble again, and this time I figured I was going to be expelled from school. However, instead of punishing me, my teacher, Mr. Gregory, gave me this book. He encouraged me to read a chapter every night after lessons had finished. To begin with I thought, why the fuck has this old guy given me such a boring book to read. I was fourteen years old and didn’t give a shit about Benjamin Franklin, or anyone else for that matter. But then I started to read it, and I was shocked with what I found. It was like flicking on a light switch to my imagination. Before then, I’d never thought there was anything out there for me, other than a life of crime or a shitty minimum-wage job. Once I started reading, I found I actually enjoyed it. It made me realize that the American Dream was there for anyone who reached out and grabbed it. I learned that if you work hard and focus, then just about anything is possible. Soon after that, Ethan and I took up sports. You know the sort of thing. Mainly track and field athletics. It gave us a purpose in life, and stopped us getting into serious trouble.”

“Did you get into trouble with the cops?”

Matthew playfully wagged a finger in her direction. “I’ve already said far too much, lady, but let’s put it this way. With my father serving fifteen years in the state penitentiary for armed robbery, Ethan and me were just one step away from following in his footsteps. Mr. Gregory saw I was a bright kid, and feared the worst. The guy was a lifesaver.” A grin spread on his lips, but Kelly could tell his early life was more traumatic than he made out. “So, Kelly, it’s your turn now.”

It had been her intention to keep her real identity private, but that didn’t seem very fair or practical with Matthew insisting that she open up to him. He’d welcomed her to his home. She knew where he lived. They’d made love for Christ’s sake. Surely she owed him something? But a part of her resolutely refused to divulge her true identity. It was imperative she keep some emotional distance between them. She was wise enough to know that she needed to separate fantasy from reality. Being the CEO of the largest oil company on the East Coast meant she had a public position to maintain. With Matthew oblivious to her true identity, she was free to live out her sexual fantasies.

She decided to play down her own importance, and that of McCloud Energy. “My father is a self-made entrepreneur. He built his mapping business entirely from scratch. Now he’s become unwell, the reins have been handed to me.”

“Mapping you say?”

“Yes.” She shrugged. “That’s all really.” Mapping was just one facet of McCloud Energy. She wasn’t exactly lying, just being economical with the truth.

A grin slowly spread across his face. “Kelly, I sense that you’re not quite giving me the full picture of your life, but”—he spread his palms wide in acceptance—“what can I do? At Club Submission we understand the meaning of privacy. So if you don’t want to say anymore, that’s just fine by me. All I ask is you don’t lie to me.”

Kelly felt guilt chase through her body. His tone of voice, so low and controlled, emphasized how important trust and truthfulness were to him. She wanted to shout at the top of her voice, “Hey, Matthew, you know those gas stations you fill your car up at. The ones called
Energize
. Well McCloud Energy owns them all, along with three hundred oil wells in Texas, two hundred in Kuwait, and ten in Kazakhstan,” but instead, she said, “I haven’t lied to you, Matthew, I just don’t feel the time is right to tell you everything about myself.”

As the fire crackled in the grate, he contemplated her for a moment. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the leather chair. “Are you married?”

Kelly held his gaze. She guessed he wanted to assess her reasons for coming to the club. “No, there’s no one.”

“If I were to ask you for a phone number, would you give it to me?”

“Yes, I’d give you my cell phone number.” He deserved that. She was sitting in his beautiful home, enjoying his company immensely. This man deserved respect.

It seemed to please him because he visibly relaxed. “Sorry for the third degree, Kelly, but I need to know where I fit in with your plans.”

“If you’ve got a pad, I’ll jot my number down for you.”

He smiled. “I’d like to see you again, Kelly. I don’t want
us
to end, here and now.”

His tone was soft and seductive, and his eyes sparkled mischievously as he spoke. A quiver ran down her spine and throbbed in her clit. Just the way he acted made her drag her teeth over her lower lip as she tried to quell the raging sexual need in the pit of her stomach. This beautiful, powerful man was turning her life upside down, and for the better, too. He made her feel alive. He made her feel like the woman that she’d always wanted to be.