Tied Up By The Boss (The Key Party Chronicles) (3 page)

He wasn’t home alone tonight.  Her brows came together and he wanted to kiss her forehead she was so damn cute.  “You like non-vanilla sex.  What did you want to do tonight?”

He pulled her closer and cupped her behind, letting his fingers massage the pillowy ass cheek.  “I’m open-minded.  You chose my keys so did you have anything in mind?  As I said before, I like giving a naughty girl a spanking then tying her up and fucking her.”

Lea’s eyes
, which had been half closed as he caressed her, snapped open and glowed a dark brown.  She liked the idea. 

A lot.  He could feel the flush on her soft skin and feel her heart speed up.  He was going to make this a night Miss Lea Taylor wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

* * * *

The fire crackl
ed and cast a soft glow over the muted décor in Jack’s living room.  He pulled her over to the couch, his fingers playing with the tie at the back of her neck that held up the bodice of her dress.

“How about we get you naked, Lea?  Is the room warm enough?”

Lea was toasty from her head to her toes.  Her entire body felt like it had been flooded with heat since the moment she’d pulled his keys from that fishbowl.  She’d already lived out one fantasy tonight.  She wasn’t done by a longshot.  She wanted it all. 

“Yes.”  She reached under his sweater and ran her hands up his torso, bunching up the sweater and making him laugh as he pulled it up and over his head.  She swallowed hard as his muscular torso was revealed.  She let her palms glide over the hard planes of his body and the sprinkling of dark hair on his chest.  He caught her hands and lifted them to his lips.

“That feels good.  Too good.  Why don’t we get rid of this pretty dress?”  He didn’t wait for her permission but pulled on the bow so the halter top fell open revealing her breasts, the nipples already tight in anticipation.  She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands, instead letting him look his fill.  His expression was wild and she placed her hands behind her, arching her back so her breasts were lifted in offering.

He didn’t pretend to not know what she wanted.  He fell on her ample chest like a starving man, his mouth licking and sucking, his fingers tweaking and caressing. 
Her pussy clenched wanting to be filled and she could feel  honey drenching her panties.  Jack Britton knew what he was doing.  She couldn’t wait to have his big cock inside her. 

He ran his tongue lazily down her abdomen but her dress was in the way.  She dragged the side zipper down, desperate for him to continue his sensual foray straight to her cunt.  Her dress landed on the floor, her damp panties right behind.  He pulled some pillows from the couch on to the floor and pressed her back on them, the heat from the fireplace keeping her warm and his tongue making wet designs on her inner thighs.  Her fingers curled into the strands of his hair trying to pull him closer to where she wanted him.  He lifted his head with a wicked grin.

“I think somebody needs her hands restrained.” 

A gush of cream fell from her pussy and she nodded eagerly, too far gone to pretend to be shy or modest.  She wanted to be tied up.  In truth, she’d fantasized about it.  She wanted to turn over control to this handsome, powerful man. 
She only had tonight and she would make the most of it.

Jack rummaged in the drawer of an end table and pulled out a long strip of black fabric.  He wrapped it around both wrists, the silk cold at first but it rapidly warmed against her skin.  He then pulled her arms over her head, tying them to the leg of a chair.  He sat back to admire his handy work, a smile playing on his lips.

“Now don’t pull too hard.  I don’t want your wrists to bruise.  The silk isn’t perfect but it will do for now.”

He didn’t go back to work on her pussy.  Instead he took his time kissing and nipping his way from her chin to her neck, over her shoulders and down to her breasts.  She was begging and panting by the time he pressed wet kisses down her abdomen.  His fingers played in the honey of her wet cunt, not thrusting inside her, but brushing her clit just enough to make her crazy.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy, Lea?”  A few more flicks on her clit and she moaned, trying to move her hips but he used his body to press her into the cushions on the floor.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy, Lea?” he repeated.  “You have to ask me.   I can wait all night.”

She couldn’t wait one more second.  She needed his mouth on her more than she needed to breathe.  “Please lick my pussy, Mr. Britton.  Please!”  Her voice was high and desperate.  But Jack grinned and bent his head, giving her clit a long swipe with the flat of his tongue.  She screamed in response and he did it again, watching her closely, repeating it over and over until she thought she would die from the pleasure.  Her body was trembling on the brink of release and by the triumph she witnessed in his expression he knew it. 

“I think, under the circumstances,” Jack nipped at her inner thigh.  “You better call me Jack.”

She never got a chance to call him anything.  His mouth and lips set about torturing her pussy and clit until she came so hard she thought her body had shattered into a million pieces.  Her head was thrashing back and forth and each wave that ran through her was stronger than the last.  Finally, the pleasure subsided and she gulped in air, her heart rate settling into a slow gallop.

He kissed his way up her torso and nipped at a nipple that was softening.  “You’re a screamer.  I knew you’d be hot in bed.  I imagined this so many times but the reality is a hundred times better.”

She nodded in agreement, still too overcome to speak.  When she could finally form a sentence she asked him the question she’d wondered about since he’d told her he was attracted to her.

“What have you imagined us doing?”

He grinned, his finger drawing a line down her body.  “This.  Spanking you.  Fucking you.  That awesome blow job you gave me earlier.  I’ve imagined you on your knees many times, although you were more effusive with the compliments in my fantasies.  You haven’t once told me what a stud I am.”

“I’ll work on my enthusiasm,” Lea giggled. 
“You haven’t spanked or fucked me yet,” she said coyly, wanting him to do those things more than she could imagine.  There was something about this man that made her leave her comfort zone.  So far, he’d made it worth the trip. 

He shook his head.  “You’re right.  Let’s get to it then.”  Before she could respond, he’d flipped her over
onto her stomach, her bare ass exposed.  He patted her bottom and leaned down so he was whispering in her ear.  “Do you want me to stop, Lea?”

She shook her head.  “Do it, Jack.  I want it.”

He didn’t make her wait.  His palm came down on her ass cheek causing her to jump.  The heat on her bottom burned and coiled through her belly, settling in her pussy.  She could feel honey leaking from her cunt and she wriggled her bottom at him, enticing him to spank her more.  He spanked her over and over, raising the heat on her ass and sending her arousal through the roof.  She was tugging and pulling at her restraints when he paused, and rubbed her heated bottom with his callused hands. 

He pulled her up to her knees and pressed her thighs apart.  She turned to see him digging into a pocket of his
pants and then the crinkle of a condom wrapper as he pushed his jeans and boxers down and off.  The beauty of his body took her breath away and she let her gaze wander over his muscled torso, down to his thick thighs.  She knew he maintained his body with regular visits to the gym before he came into the office.

Jack grasped her hips and pressed forward, the head of his cock pushing inside her insistently.  She was so wet he slid in easily.  She hissed
at the swirl of sensations as he pulled out slightly, and then thrust in to the hilt.  He started fucking her slowly, letting her feel every inch of his length and girth.  He was generously sized, much larger than any man she’d been with previously.  She’d never thought size made any difference but Jack knew what to do with his cock.  Once he found the angle that made her moan and pant, he fucked it mercilessly, stroking that spot over and over until she was shaking with the need to come. 

He reached under her, running his fingers over her clit and she shattered apart, pieces of her soul flying everywhere and lights dancing in front of her eyes.  He thrust hard one last time and groaned her name as
he came.  She could feel his cock jerk inside of her as he filled the condom with his seed.  They slumped together, their bodies sticky with her honey and their shared sweat. 

After they caught their breath, Jack pulled from her body and kissed her spine.  “One minute, sweetheart.  I need to take care of the condom.  I’ll be right back.”

He was hardly gone at all before he was back with a warm cloth, running it over her skin and pressing a soft kiss to her sore bottom.  He quickly untied her wrists, massaging them before grabbing a quilt from the back of a chair and covering them both so they were cocooned in front of the fire.  She could almost forget what brought them together and pretend he really cared about her.  Almost.

They were quiet for a while, watching the yellow and orange flames, until Jack smoothed her hair back from her face.
  “Are you hungry or thirsty?  I think the housekeeper left some fried chicken in the fridge and she always bakes something for the weekend.  Last weekend it was chocolate cake.”

She shook her head, suddenly unsure of what she was supposed to do now.  Was she supposed to get up, get dressed, and leave?  She didn’t know the protocol for a one-night stand with her boss. 

“Well, I guess I should be going.  It’s getting late.”  She didn’t look him in the eyes as she levered up to find her clothes.  She didn’t see his arm snake out to wrap around her waist until he pulled her on top of him. 

“It’s not late.  I have plans for you.  Why don’t we soak in the bathtub and you can tell me your life story
?”

By his evil grin, she had a good idea what his plans were.  She didn’t really want to leave so she nodded and let him lead her into the opulent master bathroom where he ran a hot bath in the giant jetted tub.  She leaned back against him and let the whirling water whisk away any minor aches and pains from their lovemaking.  His hands
cupped her breasts and this thumbs flicked at the nipples making it hard to concentrate. 

“Why did you want to leave?”

His question took her by surprise.  He sounded almost hurt which was impossible since he didn’t have any feelings toward her.  She sat up and turned to see his expression.  His eyes were a dark blue but his face was closed, his lips tense.

“I didn’t know what I was supposed to do,” she answered, not wanting to lie to this man.  “I didn’t know what the etiquette was after something like this.  I didn’t want to wear out my welcome.”

His expression relaxed into a smile.  “A beautiful naked woman is always welcome.  I don’t know the etiquette either.  If we want to be together we should just be together.”  He leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her lips.  “I’ll make a deal with you.  If I want you to leave, I’ll tell you.  And vice versa.  If you want to leave, you just say so, okay?  No playing games with each other.  Straight up honesty.”

“Yes,” she nodded.  “That sounds good.  I’ve had enough men lying and playing games.”

He lifted her so she was straddling his thighs, facing him.  “Of course, some games are good.”  He pulled her forward and captured a nipple in his mouth, nipping and licking until she was squirming on top of him.  Two could play games and she reached behind her, wrapping her hands around his already hard cock.  Jack groaned as she moved her hands up and down, exploring each ridge and vein of his dick with her fingertips. 

“Aw fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

Jack let his head fall back as she moved her questing fingers down to the crinkly sac between his legs.  He let go a string of expletives as she scraped her nails gently around the sensitive skin.  He grabbed her wrists and moved her hands up to his chest.

“I need a condom.  Let’s go into the bedroom.”  Jack’s voice was hoarse with need and they grabbed towels, rubbing each other dry as quickly as they could.  They practically sprinted to the bed and Jack pulled the blankets back and tumbled her onto the sheets, landing on top of her.  She lost track of time as they wrestled and giggled, rolling around on the bed.  He
didn’t seem to be in any hurry to fuck her, but instead took his time arousing her until she had to grab his head, pulling his face close.

“Fuck me, Jack.  Please, now.”

He pulled a condom from the bedside table and she helped him roll it on, her fingers clumsy in her haste.  He hovered over her and nuzzled the sensitive spot on her neck as he pushed her thighs apart.  His cock pressed at her opening and she canted her hips so he could thrust in easily, his cock sliding in and rubbing her G-spot.  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ground her cunt against his groin, sending tingles through her clit and moving her closer to release. 

He rode her hard, his cock pistoning in and out of her until she was hovering on the brink, her nails digging into his back and her legs wrapped around his waist.  She yelped in surprise when he suddenly rolled her over so she was on top.  His cock slid in even deeper and she moaned at the pleasure of feeling so full. 

“Ride me.”  He grasped her hips and she braced her hands on his chest and started a rhythm sure to send them both to heaven.  She was hovering on the brink when his thumb pressed her clit and she screamed his name in completion.  The waves of pleasure shook her body and curled her toes in its intensity.  Jack’s fingers bit into her flesh as his own orgasm took him, his teeth gritted, his eyes dark blue with passion.