Controlling Interest (5 page)

“Ten.” She could hear the wistful dismay in her soft
whisper.

“Up.”

“Sir?”

“Stand up. We’ve completed your discipline.” Mouse struggled
to stand, and finally stood to face him, bending to pull up her panties. “Did I
give you permission to do that?”

“No Sir,” she whispered.

“With your panties at your knees, I want you to lift your
skirt so I can see how wet you are as a result of your spanking.”

Mouse shivered, her clit throbbing. She lifted her skirt to
her waist.

“What a naughty girl you are.”

Tor reached up and gently parted her folds and Mouse sobbed
with excitement. One long finger was drawn over her quivering clit, making
Mouse fight the orgasm that threatened.

“You’re fighting me.”

“What do you want, Sir?”

“Obedience.” Tor’s fingernail scratched over her clit.

“Oh…”

Mouse quivered as Tor flicked his finger against her
trembling clit. He tugged her cunt lips wider, baring the interior pink folds
of her labia to his heated gaze.

“I think I’d like to taste the pink fruit.”

“Taste?” Mouse squeaked. This was one of her deepest
fantasies. Having Tor eat her out.

“Yes, I have a fondness for pussy. I could eat the soft pink
fruit for hours. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She was breathless. Excited. Uncertain. But she
felt safe as Tor played with her.

Mouse’s eyes drifted closed as he parted her further to put
her erect clit on display.

He stroked her clit with the tip of his finger again,
rolling it around and around over the taut nub until Mouse was jerking her hips
and thrusting back.

“Oh God…”

“So close,” Tor observed. “And I want to taste you when you
come.”

She opened her eyes, and at that moment, Tor’s tongue
flicked against the underside of her clit and she mewled as release shot
through her. Her eyes closed again while he kept up his oral assault, Tor
pulled her close to hold her up so she didn’t collapse while he nibbled and
sucked her. Wave after wave of pleasure shook Mouse. Although the fire filling
her body this time was different from the spanking, it was just as potent, just
as arousing, and just as devastating to her hard-won self-control. Finally his
mouth released her.

Her eyes fluttered open when Tor growled hoarsely, “Oh shit,
I’ve got to fuck you.”

“Yes. Please!”

Tor swung Mouse over to the desk and laid her on it on her
back. He tugged her panties off and threw them over his shoulder. She stared up
at him as he unzipped his trousers and released his thick erection. God, she’d
always wanted this. Wanted to have him out of control with need for her and
buried in her quim up to the hilt. She spread her legs and bent her knees,
offering herself.

“Oh fuck yes!” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and
slipped it over his thick, hard cock.

“Don’t wait, fuck me!” Mouse cried. He took a deep breath,
pausing to stare at her.

“Just a minute, Squeak.”

Tor glided behind the desk and seized her wrists while he
pulled a long, soft rope out of a desk drawer. He looped the rope around her
wrists then brought it down to the legs of the desk and tied the rope off. She
tugged but couldn’t get free. She ought to panic, but instead she felt moisture
flood her pussy.

“Oh yes. Please…”

“I thought you’d appreciate that. I certainly will.” Tor
watched her wriggle with a widening grin. He reached into the drawer and
grabbed something that he put into his pants pocket.

Tor moved back between her thighs and set himself at the
entrance of Mouse’s cunt while she watched, wide-eyed, ready and thrilled.
She’d already had a screaming orgasm, but she knew that was a warm-up for what
was about to happen when Tor fucked her.

As he wedged the head of his cock inside the entrance, he
shuddered. “Damn, you’re tight.”

He pulled the top of her bustier down to bare her breasts,
pinching the tight nipples then bending to suck on one. Mouse shivered, mewling
and twisting in her bonds.

“Sweet, lovely Squeak,” he growled, nudging himself forward.

While he pressed himself into her inch by inch, Mouse
watched him fill her cunt, lifting her hips and opening for him. She threw her
head back.

“Oh yes. Deeper. Fuck me deeper,” she moaned.

Mouse twitched when he pinched her nipples again. She arched
into the pinches and into the thrust of Tor’s thick cock. “More. Please…more!”

He lifted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders.
Mouse thrust up to meet him as he plunged into her pussy, closing her eyes.
Suddenly she felt a bite on one of her nipples. Her eyes flew open, expecting
to see him gnawing on her, but instead there was a clamp fastened tightly to
one of her nipples.

Tor withdrew, and as he thrust back inside, she closed her
eyes once more and she felt the bite on her other nipple. Now both of her
straining nipples were imprisoned by clamps. She twisted, trying to loosen
them, but there was no recourse. Her hands were bound and she was at Tor’s mercy,
but she enjoyed it. In fact, to her surprise, it felt good just to let someone
else decide what would happen next.

Mouse sighed when he bottomed out again. “Yes, don’t stop.
Please…”

“Stop?” He chuckled. “Not a chance, Miss Squeak.”

Mouse whimpered when she felt fingers teasing her clit. Tor
rubbed her as he stroked in and out. Round and round, pressing on the tight
bundle of nerves until she had trouble catching her breath.

“Keep it up. Ah, shit yeah. Your cunt is clenching on me…
You’re on the edge of coming again, aren’t you?”

She groaned.

He tugged on one of the nipple clamps and she shrieked.
“Aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir.”

Tor laughed. “I thought so.”

With a groan, he tossed back his head and thrust his hips
forward. Every plunge took her closer and closer to the edge of the abyss. Tor
leaned down to kiss her damp forehead above the mask.

“Look into my eyes,” he growled, and Mouse obeyed, unable to
look away. The command curled around her, spinning a fire inside her body. “I
want to watch you come.”

“But…”

“Quiet. Just focus on the way it feels to have my cock
driving in and out of your clasping cunt.” He continued to rub Mouse’s clit and
teased her clamped nipples.

Mouse looked up at Tor. They connected in a way she never
thought they would, their gazes locked as he drove deeper…faster.

“That’s it, Squeak. Tighter. Clasp me. Feel the thrust of my
cock while I pound into your cunt.”

Mouse thrust harder, gasping as her muscles
constricted…tensing in preparation. Her pussy throbbed and she fought to come.
She wanted to find her release now…right now.

“Relax. Let it go,” he growled. “Give me your orgasm. Share
it with me.”

Tor flicked and pinched Mouse’s clit until finally she
couldn’t fight it anymore and gave herself to the Dominant who played her body
so expertly. When she let go, her hips lifted from the desk and she threw back
her head with a scream. It was too much…and not enough. She wanted Tor with
her…

“Please come, Sir. Please,” she whimpered as her belly
quivered and spasms of pleasure jerked along every nerve ending in her body. As
if it was her request that he’d been waiting for, he shouted and thrust
deep—his body jerking as his orgasm took him over.

At the end, he collapsed forward, his damp forehead finally
resting on her breastbone between her clamped nipples. She continued to twitch
as residual shocks tormented her. He lifted his head and removed both clamps.
She arched beneath him and another orgasm ripped through her body. He chuckled
weakly as her cunt secured him inside her.

“Fuck, Miss Squeak, you’re gonna kill me here.” He sighed.

As she lay gasping, he untied her wrists.

“Ah, my lovely one, I could take you all night, but I think
you’ve had enough for now. Perhaps we can find each other again…another time.”

“I’d like that.”

“We aren’t done here, sweetheart.” He lowered his head to
press kisses to the curve of her neck. “Not by half.”

Mouse shivered at the promise in his husky voice, wishing
she could show Tor her face so he’d know who he’d just had sex with. But she
couldn’t. For the next six months they were going to be business partners, and
Regine had always taught her that sex and business didn’t mix. But at least
she’d had her fantasy…if only for one night.

Chapter Three

It was only as she stood in front of Erotically Bound at
eight thirty a.m. on Monday morning that she realized she didn’t have a key.
Had he done this on purpose? She hoped not. It would be tough enough to look
him in the eye after their adventure on Saturday night—especially since he
didn’t know his submissive playmate had been her. But if she knew he really
didn’t want her here
that
much, she’d be tempted just to throw in the
towel.

Damn it. A walk around the building was her only course of
action. Unfortunately, the service entrance in the back was just as locked as the
main door. Mouse stomped back to the front of the building to glare at the
mirrored glass façade. At least the wind wasn’t whipping her coat around, but
it was damn cold today. She didn’t even have the phone number for the club.
Shit, shit, shit! She pulled out her cell, deciding maybe a call to the lawyer
would get her somewhere until she realized she still had Tor’s cell number on
speed dial.

In the last few months before Regine died, Tor wanted her to
call if there was any change at all. Thank God, she hadn’t dumped the number.
She hit speed dial and waited. Two rings and he picked up.

“Mouse?”

“Yes.”

“Where the hell are you? You’re late.”

She started to feel a swell of guilt fill her which she
promptly squashed. “I’ve been searching for a way into the building for the
last half-hour. I’m standing in front right now.”

“Oh…” There was a pause. “Sorry about that. All the staff
has a key and our service people don’t start coming by until ten a.m.”

“You want to come and let me in?”

The door opened and she sighed, hanging up the phone. Damn,
he’d moved fast. Tor smiled at her, looking as hot as he had Saturday night.
Hotter actually, since she now knew what an amazing cock he had. She felt heat
rush to her face. He held the door open so she had to slip past him to squeeze
through. Just brushing against him had her pussy wet. Oh dear. Maybe Saturday
night had been a bad idea. A really bad idea. How was she going to work with
this guy without giving herself away?

She looked away from Tor to take in the interior of the club
and almost tripped over her feet. The exterior, with its mirrored glass and
clean lines, was contemporary, but that was nothing on the rooms. Two walls
were glass and let the morning light stream into the space. The ceilings were
two stories high…soaring and slightly intimidating. The room was stark white
with whitewashed oak floors. There were low white leather couches around the
space. Along one wall was a curved bar with more glass and mirrors. The
barstools were low with straight lines. Toward the back of the space was a
large public play area. The toys were in white oak or chrome and mirrors were
placed strategically around the play space. There was a sweeping wide staircase
that went up to the upper level.

Normally, Mouse didn’t really like contemporary design
because it seemed cold to her. But this space really worked and it fit Tor’s
personality somehow. Not that he was cold, but that he was up-to-date…cutting
edge.

“Would you like a tour?”

“Yes please.”

“You can leave your coat on one of the couches.”

Mouse did as he suggested then followed him to the public
play area. Out the corner of her eye, she could see him watching her. In fact,
he watched her closely, as though trying to determine what she thought without
actually asking her. Mouse hadn’t noticed at first, but a clear catwalk ran the
full length of both windows on the front and side façades of the building. She
pointed up.

“Don’t those windows allow people to look in here and see
what’s going on? Kind of defeats the purpose of a discreet club, doesn’t it?”

He smiled, obviously proud. “That was a great design. From
the outside, the glass reflects like a mirror. From the inside, you can see
out. Guests can stand in front of those windows buck naked and feel as if
they’re exposing themselves to the whole world, but no one outside can see
them.”

“Even at night?”

“Yeah. When we did renovations after purchasing the
building, I stood outside to make sure and I still check periodically. Just to
be sure. It’s kind of like a one-way mirror.”

They headed for the bar area and Tor introduced her to a man
straightening the area.

“This is Wade, my bar manager.”

“You serve alcohol?” Mouse tilted her head as she surveyed
the wall of bottles behind Wade.

Tor frowned. “We do. Customers expect it.”

“But the focus of the play is safe, sane and consensual,
right?”

“Yes. What’s your point?”

“Well, a drunk Dom isn’t particularly safe or sane, and a
drunk sub certainly couldn’t give informed consent, could they?”

Wade laughed, looking away from Tor. “She sounds like
Regine.”

“Mother probably primed the pump. C’mon, we have more to
see.”

Mouse didn’t move. It was only as he reached the stairs to
the upper level that he realized she wasn’t following him.

“Let’s go, Mouse,” he called.

“You didn’t answer my question.” She crossed her arms across
her chest, determined not to move from her spot until he came back to explain.

He rolled his eyes and returned. “The members of this club
expect elegance. We deliver.”

“How does alcohol contribute to elegance?”

“It contributes to the ambiance. We serve nothing but the
best.”