UpAndComing (3 page)

He arrived home in time to get a quick shower and set up the
playroom.

Eight o’clock on the dot he poured himself two fingers of
scotch. At ten after Phillip began to think she had chickened out. Maybe Anna
Beth couldn’t hang after all. The ring of the doorbell brought a smile to his
face for two reasons. First because she had shown up and second because she was
late, meaning he had to punish her.

He opened the door. On his front porch, Anna Beth stood in a
knee-length black leather coat. Her hair no longer in her usual ponytail,
instead it hung straight down to her mid-back. Her makeup was kicked up a notch
as well with black eyeliner and cherry-red lips. Petite feet with matching cherry-red
polish, sexy as hell in high black stilettos.

“I’m late,” she stated with a wicked smile and walked past
him into the foyer, not waiting for an invitation.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes, please.” She turned to him. “Wine?”

“Red or white?”

“You pick.”

He liked that.

She strolled behind him into the den. “Nice house. You have
good taste.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure it pales in comparison to your estate.”
He picked out a California merlot.

“Hmph.” She wrinkled her nose. “My parents’ place. Yes, it
is rather…ostentatious.”

He popped the cork. “I’m not much of a wine aficionado, but
I like this one.”

“Thanks.” Her petite hand slid around the glass as she took
it from him.

“So, you’ve decided to join the firm?” he asked.

She winced.

“Must admit, I’m a bit surprised.” He sat across from her.

“Why is that?” she chuckled, taking a seat on the couch.

“Harvard Law? And offers from some of the big boys out East?”

A slight shrug of the shoulders was all the acknowledgement
she gave. It was enough. “Sorry you got stuck with me.”

“Are you?” he asked, arching a brow.

“Well, I’m sure babysitting the boss’s daughter isn’t exactly
your cup of tea.” Narrowing her gaze, she took a slow sip.

“Did you know?”

“Did I know what?”

“Before the…elevator ride this morning.”

“It was a good ride,” she added.

“Did you know we would be working together?” he continued,
ignoring her comment.

“No, not ‘til he announced it. Not like my opinion would
have mattered anyway.” Her expression solidified what Phillip had suspected.
Donahue didn’t give a damn about what Anna Beth wanted.

“So why would my job choice surprise you? I mean you don’t
even know me.”

“True, but I’m usually good at reading people. However, with
you…epic fail.”

“Epic?”

“Afraid so. I admit on first sight I would have thought
joining Daddy’s little firm would be right up your alley, but now…”

“Now, what?” Her brow crinkled.

“That I have seen the real you.”

She laughed. “The real me?”

“Yes.” He smiled.

“What’s real and what’s not is all merely a matter of
perspective, wouldn’t you say?” Her tone was low and sultry.

“Absolutely. Totally agree, but, Miss Donahue, you’re a
walking…contradiction.”

“Contradiction? This conversation is getting a bit deep.”

“Deep isn’t all bad, now is it?” he teased.

“Very true.” She gave him a seductive smile. “All right, you
piqued my curiosity. Let’s hear your theory.” She crossed her arms.

“Of course it’s just my…perspective. You follow the rules,
been Daddy’s baby girl, done what was expected with a smile on your face.”

She gave a little nod, looking a bit annoyed.

“For the most part anyway,” he added, watching her
expression narrow.

“The most part? Ha.”

“Well, I highly doubt your choice of professions pleased Daddy.”

She huffed.

“That’s what I suspected. Your father would have preferred
you major in philosophy or history or something equally useless like interior
design.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not very decorative, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, that’s where you are wrong.” He took a slow sip.

Her gaze met his.

“As much as it pains me to admit, you, Miss Donahue, are
stunning.”

“Flattery doesn’t suit you, Mr. Matthews.”

“Nor does modesty suit you, Miss Donahue. No need to act all
coy with me.” His voice was stern. “You play the part well, as I suspect you
have all your life. You prance around Daddy’s office full of men wearing four-hundred-dollar
shoes and a tailored designer suit all the while sporting a bare-naked cunt
underneath.”

She coughed, choking on her wine. “Wow! You always so blunt?”

“Ehh, pretty much.” He nodded.

“You just like to shock and offend.”

He barked out a laugh. “Oh, I neither shocked nor offended
you. Merely caught you by surprise. If I had you stripped bare and tied to my
bed right now, that comment wouldn’t have even surprised you.” He flashed a
devilish grin, daring her to disagree.

“Is that what you plan to do?” She didn’t deny it.

“Eventually, yes. But not tonight,” he added.

“Eventually? Mr. Matthews, why do you assume this is more
than just a one-time thing?”

“If it were a one-time thing, princess, you wouldn’t be here
right now. Now would you?”

“Touché.” She paused. “I’m getting married, you know?”

“Are you?” he asked with a tone of disbelief.

She held up the ring as if she had shit on her hand. The
heavy burden was not giving her the warm fuzzies for sure. “June wedding, I’m told.”

“You’re told?”

“Yep,” she chuckled, nodding her head.

“Brady Pelican is quite the catch from what I hear.”

“Yeah, from what I hear as well.”

“Then why the long face, princess? Shouldn’t you be on a
plane to Paris or Milan to a dress shop? Or is Vera Wang doing a personal fitting
for you?”

“You think you’re cute, don’t you?”

“I amuse myself.” Watching her grow flustered amused him.

“So, did you just invite me over here to get the skinny on
my wedding plans or did you want to fuck?”

“Oh, Miss Donahue, I want to do many things to you. Fucking is
just one of them.”

She took a deep breath.

“You asked me earlier today what I wanted.”

“And?”

“It’s really quite simple. I want your body. You to
surrender it to me. Let me have it.”

“You’re forgetting that I saw you…with her. I know what you
are. You’re a Dom.”

“Is that why you pulled your little elevator stunt?” His
brow narrowed.

“You didn’t like it?”

“Oh, I liked it fine. I am wondering why a newly engaged woman
seemed to need to get laid so goddamn bad.”

“Fine, huh?” Her voice carried a hint of hurt.

“Why did you watch?”

Her eyes lowered to her hands in her lap. “I couldn’t look
away.” She shrugged her shoulders. “When she walked in and instantly lay over
your desk…like that…” She took a deep breath. “I just knew.”

“Knew what, Anna?”

She looked up, meeting his gaze. “Knew I…wanted to be her.”

His semi-hard cock rose to full attention at her words.
Surprised by her honest response. She wanted to come to the dark side. And, god
forgive him, he wanted to lead her there. “Well then, Miss Donahue, chat’s
over. Let’s fuck.”

Anna Beth stood, pulling free the sash around her waist.
With a slight lift of her shoulders the coat fell to her feet.

Completely naked, she stood steadfast, eyes locked on his.

His cock grew harder at the sight before him.

“Where do you want me?” she asked.

“Upstairs. Second door on the left.” He lingered at the
bottom of the stairs, watching her bare ass sway with each step she took. She
didn’t look back as he ascended the staircase behind her.

Phillip walked into the playroom. Anna Beth stood in front
of the long wooden table beside the bed. She reached out and ran her fingers
over several different floggers. Her eyes widened.

She turned to look at him. The corner of her mouth curved
into a smile. “So many…things. You use all of them?”

“I have, yes, but not all in one scene.” He watched her eyes
drift over the table to see if anything caught her attention.

“Scene? Is that what you call it?” Holding up a rather large
butt plug, she examined it then quickly put it back in its place.

“Yes. You ever played this way before?”

“I’ve been tied up before,” she said assuredly.

“You need to have a safe word. If anything gets too rough
and you need me to back off you say yellow. If it gets to be too much you say
red. You say red and everything stops. Period. We’re done. Do you understand?”
He gauged her expression as he spoke.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Here are the rules.”

“Rules?” Her face took on a more serious expression.

“In this room you may not look me in the eyes unless I tell
you to. In fact,” he continued as he walked to stand inches in front of her, “besides
breathing you aren’t allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. Is that clear?”
His voice was deep and level.

“Yes,” she said as she continued to hold his gaze.

He gave her a stern glare. “Eyes.”

Her gaze narrowed, her lips tightened, but then she gave him
what he was waiting for. Her gaze lowered to the floor, but she had a grin on
her face. He would get rid of that soon enough.

“I tell you what to do, you answer ‘yes Sir’.”

Her gaze shot up to meet his once again.

He didn’t say a word.

She took a slow, deep breath then lowered her eyes.

“I’m cutting you some slack right now because you are new,
but rest assured, once we begin the leniency will end. Do you understand that I
will punish you for not following the rules?” He reached up to tuck a loose
strand of hair back behind her ear.

She swallowed loudly. Her body trembled, goose bumps rising
over her skin at his light touch. “Yes,” she whispered faintly.

He cleared his throat, annoyed.

Her cheeks flooded. “Yes Sir.” Her voice cracked.

“Now, that’s better.” Phillip brushed his thumb across her
bottom lip. It quivered beneath his touch. His cock surged, growing harder.

Smiling broadly, he asked, “Ready?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered. The hint of a smile was still on
her face. He would put an end to it.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Yellow means slow down. Red means stop. Traffic light, got
it.” She lifted her chin, looking him square in the eyes and said. “Green.”

Her defiance pleased him. He glared into her eyes, hardening
his expression.
Game time.

“Kneel,” he commanded in a harsh tone.

She shuddered, lowering to her knees.

“Hands behind your back.” His voice was stern.

She slumped forward.

“Shoulders up. Back straight.”

She shot a brief glance up at him, pushing out her chest.

Raised pink nipples topped off round firm tits. He imagined
binding them and flogging them ’til they were aflame.
Another time.
“Close
your eyes. Spread your knees.”

He smiled as her bare cunt became visible to him. He wanted
to see more. “When you are here, you are
mine
. That means you make
yourself open to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” she said with a hint of aggravation.

“You, princess, are here for my pleasure. My toy. My little…fuck
toy. To do with as I so choose.” He watched her face intently.

Her mouth opened to say something but slammed shut. “No need
to tell you that you aren’t allowed to wear panties in my presence, because as
I already know you prefer going commando.”

Running her tongue out, she wet her lush red lips. He slowly
unbuckled his belt. Her moist lips curled at the scratching sound of his zipper
as it opened. Releasing his hardened cock, he gave himself a couple of long
strokes. “Get up on your knees.”

Her mouth was now level with his cock. “Stick out your
tongue.” Taking his dick in a firm hold, he brushed the pre-cum onto her lips.
Her hot, wet, pink tongue licked eagerly, transforming his erection into steel.
“Open.”

He threaded his fingers into her hair. He pushed the head
into her tender mouth. The suction hit him way stronger than expected. Her
eagerness to take him in was titillating as fuck. When the head of his cock
bumped the back of her throat he stilled. “Open wider. Loosen your jaw,” he
instructed in a stern voice. Unsure if sliding deeper was really the best thing
to do, he continued, his balls already tightening in anticipation of release.

Her breath hitched. Her muscles grew rigid.

“Look at me.” His voice was calm.

She looked up into his eyes and his cock jumped in her
mouth. How erotic it was looking down and seeing her luscious mouth latched on to
his cock.

He gave her a reassuring nod. “Loosen your jaw.” His tone
gentler, encouraging. “Take me into your throat. You want to please me, don’t
you?”

Giving a little nod, she took a deep breath, relaxing her
jaw.

“Good girl.”

She shuddered in response. She needed that bit of positive
reinforcement.

He pushed forward. The head of his cock popped down into her
tight throat. Her garbled breathless moan vibrated her throat. His orgasm
poised in his shaft, his balls tight, wanting to release.
Not yet.

He encircled the base in a tight chokehold. Pulling her by
the hair, he inched deeper into the narrow passage. She bucked, no longer able
to draw in air. Another inch in and her throat responded instinctually to the
invasion, gagging on his rock-hard dick wedged deep. He eased back, letting her
drag in a few deep breaths. He pushed back each time, getting a little deeper
and waiting a little longer before retreating.

She took him down her throat willingly even though she
gagged on each deep forward thrust. Soon he was balls-deep inside her mouth and
she began gagging on his throbbing cock. The sensation of the rhythmic
convulsion of her throat as it tried to expel him was intensely erotic. He
couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls exploded, sending jets of his cum deep
into her throat. She stilled and then swallowed.