Boss (13 page)

His teeth abraded her. She’d never experienced anything so primitive, causing her reality to splinter.

His reputation was that of a ruthless man, reserved. She’d had no idea he was this passionate.

Slowly, by measures that left her unable to draw a full breath, he eased away.

With her head still pulled back, he traced his blunt thumbnail across her upper lip. She allowed her eyes to close, aware that her responses seemed heightened, and her pulse pounded in her ears.

“Nothing connects like a kiss,” he told her.

Before now, she wouldn’t have agreed. But this wasn’t like any she’d had. The men she’d been with had been gentle. But Nathan took. He set the mood. Demanded. The act had separated her regular world from his more intense one.

“This evening is about your orgasm,” he said. “I won’t tolerate shyness or hesitation.”

“Or…?”

“I will use corporal punishment.”

Her mouth dried. Although she was reeling from the kiss, she wondered if she’d made the right decision.

But then she recognized the truth. She
had
to find out. “I understand.”

Not backing off or giving her any space, he waited.

Still breathless, she tried again. “I understand, Nathan.”

“Good.”

The air thickened with expectation.

“Let’s start by getting you undressed.”

Having him stare at her was unnerving. Reminding herself what he’d said…promised…threatened…about corporal punishment, she toed off her athletic shoes before hopping on each foot to remove her socks.

He reached out a hand to steady her, and she flashed him a smile before looking away again. She had to pretend he wasn’t there in order to fully concentrate.

Her hands shaking, Kelsey lowered her workout pants. “I could use a shower,” she said.

“Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

And by that, evidently, he meant right where he was. “You might be more comfortable in the living room.”

“Get on with it.” His voice lacked the harshness she expected.

“I—”

“Kelsey.”

His tone told her he wouldn’t compromise. “Fine.” She stepped out of the pants.

He scooped them up and placed them on the bed.

She pulled off her shirt and he took that from her, as well.

“Spin around. Let me look at you.”

Slowly she turned, glad that she had on a sports bra and panties rather than a thong.

When she faced him, the gleam in his eyes was appreciative, vanquishing the embarrassment that had been unfurling.

“Now the rest.”

She removed her undergarments, then instinctively crossed her hands over her body, trying to preserve her modesty.

“Put your hands behind your head.”

It took her several seconds to get herself into the right mindset. He wasn’t a boyfriend or lover. He was a boss. A Dom. For the next few days, she was in training.

He let her stand there long enough that she squirmed uncomfortably. And still, he made her wait.

Eventually, he said, “Into the shower.”

Relieved, she escaped.

Kelsey reached into the shower unit to turn on the faucet. She turned around and took a startled step back when she saw him there, his hips propped against the granite countertop, drink in hand.

“Do I ever get any privacy?”

“Not in a D/s with me.”

The flatness of his reply made her throat dry.

This wasn’t going as she’d anticipated. She’d wanted a few minutes to regroup and sort through the evening’s events, but her temporary Dom was clearly having none of it. “Excuse me.” She maneuvered around him to grab a clip from a drawer. No other man had ever shared bathroom space with her.

“May I?”

“Yes,” she replied. “But I’m not sure why you would.”

“Intimacy. Little acts of service can bond two people together. You taking my coat, for example.”

A bit embarrassed, she looked away from him.

“Or preparing my drink the way I like it. Turn around.”

When she did, he continued, “Or me doing this for you.” He scooped her hair from her shoulders and clipped it high up on her head. “And this…” He ran his thumb up the back of her neck then leaned in to kiss her nape.

A shock wave went through her.

It was soft, magical, simultaneously sexy and sensual. She was undone.

Then he slapped her ass.

She leaped and squealed.

“Into the shower.”

Was this the way it would be between them, so multidimensional and complex?

Steam billowed around her in the shower stall, but it didn’t provide much of a curtain to shield her from his view.

“Tomorrow night, I will wash you,” he said.

Her heart stopped before she remembered she had plans with Andi. “About that…” She grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it, not meeting his gaze. “I am meeting a friend for happy hour.”

“No problem. Call me when you’re done and I’ll give you a ride home.”

She turned to look at him. “I might be out late.”

“All the more reason for me to see you home safely.”

“Really, Mr. Donov—”

“I take care of what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.” She could hardly think over the roar in her head.

“This week, you are.” He paused. “Stop trying to make things difficult, Kelsey. It will be easier that way.”

She exhaled. What the hell had she gotten into?

“And you’re stalling. Finish up. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Kelsey slid the soap back into the holder and washed her body, aware of how hard her nipples were.

“Tomorrow we’ll shave your pubic hair.”

She froze. “What?” She kept it trimmed and neat. “I like it as it is.”

“Would you prefer a Brazilian wax?”

“Oh, hell no.”

“Try again with the proper response. You do remember what that is, don’t you?”

Her head spun. It was one thing to read about this kind of thing, but another entirely to have the words directed at her.

“I can’t hear you,” he prompted.

“Yes, Nathan, I remember.”

“Would you like a Brazilian wax before we go to Deviation, sub?”

His words and uncompromising tone unfurled a ribbon of heat in her. “No, Sir.”

“Take the showerhead down to rinse off.”

She did as he’d said, and she washed the lather from her shoulders, allowing the warm water to run down her back and torso.

As she was ready to turn off the faucet, he said, “Turn the setting to pulse then masturbate with it.”

Kelsey didn’t consider herself a prude, but she’d never had a man watch her play with herself.
Intimacy.
He hadn’t spoken aloud, but the word hung there. That was what he was doing, she realized, weaving a spell between them. He would be asking things of her that no other man ever had.

She moved the dial as he’d instructed, then she spread her legs.

“Face me.”

Though she exhaled, she didn’t protest.

“Gorgeous. Now part your pussy lips. I want to see your clit get red and swollen.”

She used two fingers to expose herself.

“Farther. Or I can go get clips and tie back your labia.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me, sub.”

She considered him. He had one eyebrow raised. Even though he seemed completely at ease, there was no doubt he was serious. Fuck if his implacability didn’t make her even hotter.

He lifted his glass to her.

Trying to ignore her sense of embarrassment, she spread herself even farther before directing the spray toward her pussy.

Involuntarily she clenched her muscles.

“Better,” he approved. “Much.”

The nozzle forced out another burst. The feeling of heat and pressure, along with the knowledge he was watching, made her legs wobbly.

“Keep your legs wide,” he said. “That’s it. Move the showerhead and your hips. Make sure your clit gets plenty of attention.”

Focusing on all his instructions while the spray continued to arouse her was difficult.

“I love watching my sub get horny for me.”

His words magnified the sensations.

“Do you wish it were more?” he asked. “Hotter? Greater pressure? More constant?”

Her body jerked in response to the spray, and she couldn’t find the words to answer him.

She tightened her buttocks as an orgasm began to build. She bit her lower lip and moaned a little.

“Stop.”

The word was impossible to process.

She was so close, so aroused… Kelsey closed her eyes.
Almost. Just a few more seconds…

The water went cold.

“I said stop.”

She dropped the showerhead.

Her pulse thundering, her body shockingly chilled from the abrupt temperature change, she met his uncompromising green eyes.

“I decide when you come.” He turned off the water and rehung the showerhead. “In the future, sub, when I give you a direct order, you obey immediately.”

“But—”

“This is about giving you what you want.”

She grabbed the towel he was holding. “I wanted an orgasm.”

“And when I decide to let you have one, it will be more powerful than any you’ve ever experienced.”

“Uh-huh.” With a glare that she hoped would wither him, she dried herself.

“Do you show all your lovers this side of you?”

“So far you’re the only lucky recipient of my anger and frustration.”

“And fire. How does your clit feel?”

“No idea. It’s frozen.”

He grinned. “Is it?” He snatched the towel from around her and tossed it on the floor behind him. Then he skimmed a finger down the center of her chest, over her belly then lower, between her legs. Unexpectedly he plunged a finger inside her heated cunt. “Oh, Kelsey. When will you be honest with both of us?”

He melted her.

He drew back his dampened finger and began to torment her clit.

Suddenly she was an inferno. All the arousal that had been there returned, amplified. “Damn.” She was hungry, leaning into him.

In under twenty seconds, she teetered on the edge. She gritted her teeth so as not to let him know how close she was.
Maybe, just maybe…

He pulled away.

“Seriously?” she demanded, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, seriously. This is on my terms. Not yours.”

Her chest heaved from frustration.

“Walk into the bedroom,” he instructed. “And don’t think about your clit or your need to come.”

Curse him. The more she tried not to think about them, the more insistent the thoughts became, as she was certain he intended.

“Sit on the foot of the bed. Put your hands behind you and thrust out your chest.”

If she hadn’t read about Doms making these kinds of demands she would have been paralyzed. Even though his words weren’t a huge surprise, her reactions were. She was so very aware of her movements, her posture, the way her pulse turned thready as she walked ahead of him.

She got into position and waited while he studied her.

Then he surprised her by picking up the vibrator and going into the bathroom to wash it. Less than a minute later, he returned and placed the toy near her.

Though she was tempted to ask what he intended to do with it, she remained silent, as did he.

Finally, when she could take no more, he took two steps toward her.

The fact that he was completely dressed while she was naked intimidated her, made her feel like the submissive she insisted she wasn’t.

“How sensitive are your nipples? If you put clothespins on them, I’m guessing you like a lot of pressure.” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “Well?”

“I suppose,” she said. “I’ve never had a man use too much or even…”

“Enough?” he guessed.

She realized she liked the sound of his rich, deep, hypnotizing voice. “Yes.”

“Let’s start finding your limits.”

His words seemed to go straight to her pussy. She knew he was waiting for an answer, one she had to give, one she was terrified to give.

Chapter Six

“Kelsey?” Nathan prompted.

“I want this,” she admitted, shocked by how tight her voice sounded.

“Then spread your legs.”

Their gazes were locked as she did what he’d said, and he moved in closer. He towered over her, smelling of spicy soap and unfettered power.

Her mouth dried.

“Tip your head back. Look at me. Keep your eyes open. I want to see all of your reactions. No hiding.”

“Yes, Nathan.”

“How’s your clit?”

Until he’d said that, her mind had been distracted. Now all her attention was redirected toward her pussy. “Still swollen, Sir.”

He grinned, rogue and careless in equal measures. “Show me.”

“Sir?”

“Do it.”

Kelsey reacted immediately, moving her right hand to her cunt while keeping her left hand propped behind her, her face tipped back to meet his gaze. She spread her pussy lips for him. This was so much more intimate than being in the shower with him watching.

Keeping her gaze locked with his, he said, “Open your mouth.”

He put two fingers in her mouth. “Now suck.”

It was so fucking erotic. Every part of her responded to him. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples needy. She was tempted to play with her clit, but achingly aware he hadn’t given permission.

He pulled out his fingers then traced one over her clit. She hissed. The denied orgasm seemed to intensify her reaction to his touch. Suddenly she was right there on the edge again.

“It is swollen,” he agreed.

He gently abraded her and she whimpered.

“How long has it been since you had an orgasm?”

“I don’t know.” She lifted her hips, pleading in silence.

“Little liar.” There was no anger in his words, more of a tease. But he didn’t relent.

“Friday,” she confessed. “It was after work. I couldn’t fall asleep.”

Nathan continued to play with her and study her reactions. “And how was it?” He tweaked her clit again and she screamed. “Tell the truth.”

With him, there would be no hiding, she knew. And she appreciated it. She’d wanted something like this for years, someone so into her that he knew her thoughts, studied her reactions. “It was hot.”

“It’ll be nothing compared to the rest of tonight.”