Willing Sacrifice (Knights of the Board Room) (36 page)

“Open up for me, Max. Relax.”

He recalled what he’d thought about in the car. Ground rules, safe words. Janet had done none of those things with him, relying on their innate understanding of one another, the trust he was attempting to grasp. He could call a stop to it now, but he didn’t. For one thing, she changed her mind about her direction, stroking his flanks briefly before stepping away, leaving him there.

He couldn’t hear her footfalls over that wave score, but a moment later he heard the cabinet open and close, the clank as she likely went through what was in that velvet bag. His fingers flexed on the handles and he shifted his weight.

“Oh that was nice. Do that again. You have a superior ass, Max. Dana’s right about that.”

He grimaced but obeyed, feeling a little foolish until he heard her hum, a note that made him think of a cat eyeing cream. Or in Janet’s case, a lioness eyeing a bull calf.

When she touched his back again, his muscles eased a fraction. She noted it, pressing her fingers more firmly into his flesh. “I’m here, Max. I’m not leaving the room. I promise.”

“I know that.” He didn’t mean to sound impatient with her. He didn’t want her thinking he was weak, nervous. He just wasn’t great with being blindfolded and that damn wave track masking noise. The speakers must be embedded in this wall. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

“Yes, you are. More than fine.” She stroked his buttock again, nails scraping his flesh. “If I had my way, I’d put you just like this against the wall across from my desk. Of course, there wouldn’t be a K&A female employee who’d get any work done that day, and that would include me, since they’d all be making excuses to come to my office.”

“Not to mention what Matt would have to say about it.”

“We’d do it when Matt and the others were traveling. It would be a girls-only day on the executive floor. Maybe I’d invite Savannah, Dana, Cassandra, Marcie and Rachel for lunch. Strap you down on the boardroom table. Do you know the new one converts to a St. Andrew’s Cross of sorts? Designed by Jon, of course. I’d blindfold you like this, and they’d tease, taste, bite. Feed you bits of their lunch. Perhaps I’d talk to Peter about it beforehand, so I could order Dana to wrap her lips around your cock, make her suck you to orgasm but deny her one of her own, punish her for taking liberties with you.”

“It’s not like that. She’s just… It doesn’t…”

“Mean anything? No, perhaps not. Until you belong to a Mistress. And then it’s a serious infraction.” Her palm slid down his side, over the trident and skull tattoo, down to his hip, then back to his front, stroking his groin, his stiff cock, fingernails tracing the corona, thumb pressing against the slit as she took hold of him again like the gear shift of her Mustang. “She and I will have to talk about that.”

He groaned as she eased under his arm, bringing her body between his and the wall. A scraping noise, like heavy plastic, and then he realized she’d brought a small footstool, because when she stepped onto it he felt the touch of her breath on his brow, meaning she was a couple inches taller than him. Unhooking his tether, she wound it around her hand so that he felt the pull of it against the collar when she rested the point of her wrist on his pectoral. She allowed the strap enough slack to turn her back to him, put it over her shoulder, tugging upward so he lifted his jaw. A moment later, she rubbed her ass against his abdomen.

His immediate desire was to thrust his cock up between her legs, because he could feel the brush of her thighs against his aroused sex. He suppressed the desire, having enough sense to know that was going to be a punishable offense. A warning tug on that tether reinforced it. However, another second of that delectable ass against him and he might go for it.

She put her hands over his on the wall, rubbed her ass in a slow circle against him, making that little teasing purr in her throat again. “The tie to my bikini top is in front of you, Max. Pull it loose with your teeth and you’ll get a reward.”

As he leaned forward, she caught his cock between her thighs, squeezing down on it and making him thrust involuntarily. Fuck, she felt good. She chuckled, a dangerous sound.

“Behave, or you’ll wish you had.”

First, though, he pressed his lips between her shoulder blades, where the drawing was. He could smell the faint scent of the ink. “I really like this.”

“I really like you.”

The simple, whimsical response made him smile. He tugged the tie loose, grateful for that slippery fabric that made bikinis easy to remove when dry. She started to turn, so he leaned back, but not very far. He knew just which part of her anatomy would be within reach of his mouth on that turn, and he wanted to be ready if she gave him that reward.

The beep of the door made him stiffen. He jerked back reflexively, forgetting he was bound, and the cuffs pulled against his wrists, the tether holding him like a dog on a short leash.

“It’s all right. It’s a staff volunteer. I pressed a button requesting a few minutes of assistance. It’s Rita. You know her.”

“Mistress Janet.” At the female voice, he didn’t relax, but he did stop pulling. He didn’t like this. He hadn’t heard the door close. The wave sound emitting from the speakers above him might have drowned it out, or it might be standing open.

“Turn the soundtrack off. Right now.”

“I will in a minute if you want me to do so, but think it through. It’s just you, me and Rita. The door is closed and locked, I promise. Can you trust me, Max?”

He set his teeth. That was the point, he got it. But as much as he might trust her, there was no way he could relax like this. He couldn’t pleasure her the way he wanted to do it, not with half his mind caught up in the vulnerabilities of the environment. But every environment had vulnerabilities. Hell, a well-placed sniper could take out half the tourists in Jackson Square on any given day, and he could have a cup of coffee there without freaking out. The restraints and unfamiliar scenario had shifted him into a defensive mindset, but this wasn’t a third-world country, and he wasn’t here as a SEAL on a mission. He was in a BDSM club in the middle of New Orleans, with a beautiful Mistress demanding only one thing from him. Trust.

“I was promised a reward,” he managed. He sounded sullen. A little mean.

“Yes, you were.” Her fingers buried in his hair, pulled his head forward. His lips brushed her nipple, and he needed no more invitation than that to latch on and suckle, tease, nip. He licked her breast all around the tip, wanting to arouse every inch of her. He rubbed his face between them, attacked the other one, giving it the same treatment, rough, aggressive, demanding. She dug her hands into his scalp, her body arching into his. His cock pressed between the seam of her thighs, but that was as far as he could get. She had his ankles cuffed to the floor. He couldn’t angle his hips to drive into the naked, eager pussy under that barely there sarong.

“Rita is going to touch your back now.” Janet’s voice was satisfyingly strained, breathy. He pulled on the right nipple so strongly she cried out in pleasure and discomfort at once. Her foot had hooked around his left thigh again. She liked to hold on with her legs. It made him think of that ballet pose where the ballerina stood on one toe, gripped her partner with her other leg like that while he turned them both, their bodies melded together. He’d like Janet to teach him that one.

Rita’s fingers slid down his back to his ass. Janet rubbed her mound against his body, shifting to brush against his cock, teasing him with the hint of her pussy.

“I want to fuck you,” he growled against her breast.

“You will. When it’s time. When I say. Please me, Max. Let me lead you where we both want to go.”

Rita’s fingers were now between his ass cheeks. She had something slippery and warm on her fingers, something that heated his skin and tingled on contact. She teased his rim, stroking. His attention zeroed in on that, but then Janet’s cunt brushed him again, this time the wet lips sliding provocatively over the head of his cock. He jerked, and in that moment, two of Rita’s fingers slid inside him. His head came up like a startled stallion, buttocks tightening.

“No. What the hell is she doing? Stop.” He twitched, trying to get away from her, but she simply moved with him. As she did, a not-at-all-unpleasant sensation thrummed out from the point where her fingers were. “Fuck.”

“Many straight men enjoy anal stimulation, Max. It’s a mind-blowing experience, I promise you.” Janet’s lips brushed his cheek, that musky gloss scent so near his mouth he reached for it, but she drew back, denying him, teasing him. “Rita is going to strap a dildo inside your ass. Once she does that, I’m going to command you to fuck me. When you bring me to climax, the dildo and my pussy will make you want to come. But you’re going to resist until I give you permission, unlike the other night when you misbehaved. And when I finally, finally say you can come, it’s going to feel better than anything you’ve ever felt.”

Her voice was that mesmerizing croon, like a succubus fucking a man straight into hell and making him long for the fire. She’d push him beyond his limits, because she had that quality to her, but he’d been trained to be pushed beyond his limits, hadn’t he?

Let me lead you where we both want to go.
This wasn’t something he’d ever fantasized about, but he admitted that sensation Rita had coaxed from his ass had been unexpected. Maybe the biggest hurdle was getting past the idea of it, that he was bound to the wall, being topped by a woman. He’d known when he agreed to it that the night could go this way, though he’d avoided imagining the details. What had been more important was the intention. He was willing to hand that power over to her tonight, to show her what she was beginning to mean to him.

He understood the blindfold now. That scrap of cloth could help him do something he might not be able to do if he saw himself reflected in her eyes. Accepting the unexpected in oneself was easier without sight, existing in a formless world where she was his one point of contact.

“My nipples are feeling neglected.” She didn’t ask him if he was okay with what she’d just laid out, but how he responded to that simple statement would guide her. It really was like a dance, wasn’t it? He expected she saw it that way in her head, and it was probably why she could lose herself in it. She’d brought him on stage with her, to be her partner.

“What do they look like?” His tone was husky, uncertain and demanding at once. Her fingers slid back through his hair, a caress this time, her fingernails scraping the sensitive skin under his ear.

“You’ve made them swell to the size of cherries. They’re deep, dark red, the flesh around them glistening from your mouth. My breasts are swollen, just like my clit and cunt. I want your cock inside of me.”

He put his mouth back over her left breast, took as much of it as he could, and began to gently suckle. His cock jumped at the sound of her pleased moan. Rita’s fingers were busy, working more of that oil into him. It was an odd sensation, but still not unpleasant. Just disturbing. When she at last pulled out, she lingered to massage more oil into his rim. His hips bucked at the stimulation, his cock spurting pre-come against his Mistress’ thigh. Janet’s hand slid along his length to the point of contact and collected it. When her arm brushed his shoulder, he knew she’d put it in her mouth, tasting him.

The firm rubber head of what he assumed was the dildo was placed against his rim, Rita gripping his buttock.

“Push out against her, Max. And try to relax everything else. Just let it slide in.”

It wasn’t the easiest command he’d ever followed, but he managed it. It wasn’t excessively thick, thank God. Janet was merciful enough to go easy on his virgin ass, but his balls drew up, his cock convulsing as Rita seated the dildo and then strapped it around his thighs and hips, cinching it into place. But on top of that, she also cinched something tight around the base of his cock. Something that made him groan and quiver.

“That will keep you from going off before I command it.”

“I would have held out until your command, Mistress.”

“Even so. I like the way your cock looks, all bound up like that. It makes me wetter. Squeeze down on that dildo, Max. Imagine I’m wearing it, thrusting into you.”

Not an image he ever would have imagined with a woman. He liked to be doing the thrusting, but there was no denying his cock was thick and pulsing, liking whatever that dildo was stimulating. When he squeezed down on it, it got more intense. “Fuck.”

“Thank you, Rita. Please leave us now and close the door after you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

This time he heard the snick, because he concentrated hard enough on the sound, anticipating when it would happen. Then he turned his attention to better things. His Mistress had brought his head back to her nipples again. She really liked his mouth there, making little whimpering noises to prove it.

“Janet. You’re driving me crazy. I want to fuck you.”

“Show me. Show me how much. I want to feel your strength, Max. Prove how it can take me over, even as it serves me.”

He didn’t stop to think what she might mean. He simply acted. He broke the plastic connections to the wrist cuffs with one fierce yank, released one of the ankle cuffs with another sharp snap of his leg. Catching her ass in one hand, he lifted her up against the wall as he put the other behind her head and neck, making sure he hadn’t shifted her on to the metal hook that tethered his collar to the wall. Then he found her mouth and plunged with teeth and tongue, pushing her skull back into the cup of his hand.