Finally His (5 page)

He slapped her ass again, and she whimpered and shook her head.

“I’m sorry I came without permission, Sir?”

The cutest frown line appeared between her eyes, as she said that, clearly mulling over her response, and Richard bit back a grin.

“That’s the one, girl. I’m letting this go, for now, being that we’re just starting, but come again without my say-so, and you’ll regret it, girl. Are we clear here?”

“Yes, Sir. Let me make it up to you please.” Before he could respond to that sweet response, she’d turned around until she was facing him. Like the good subbie she was, she kept her legs wide open, while she scooted down the stairs on her butt, until her head was level with his crotch. Richard groaned at the tentative touch of her fingers along his hard shaft, and the expression on her face made him want to growl.

“Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?”

Her face fell when he slapped her hands away, and that growl erupted from his chest anyway. It seemed he truly was reverting to men’s cavemen days, but then this woman brought out his primitive instincts. To take, to devour, to mark her as his until everyone knew she belonged to him.

“Only good girls get my dick. Why should I reward you like that?”

The coy glance she threw him from under her long eyelashes made his fingers itch. His balls drew up to his body when she ran her little pink tongue around her lips and smiled.

“You don’t look comfortable, Sir.”

Richard gave a short laugh at that response. That had to be the understatement of the fucking year.

“Very well, you have a point there. You best suck me good, girl, and …
fuck
.”

The speed with which she undid his zipper and pulled his penis out was something else, especially as she didn’t bother to take off the rest of his clothing. So fucking dirty and erotic, doing it like this here on his stairs. He would never be able to look at them again without a shit eating grin on his face after tonight.

The minute her warm fingers wrapped around his hard shaft, Richard knew he wouldn’t last five minutes. Already his flared tip was slick with his pre-cum, and he groaned under his breath when the minx dug the tip of her tongue into his slit.

“Stop fucking teasing and suck me good, girl.”

The look she threw up at him could only be classed as pure sass, as she shrugged and continued to lap at his slit with shallow licks, designed to drive him crazy. Using both of her hands she started to pump his shaft up and down, while licking around his corona. Richard gripped hold of the newel post on the banister, to steady himself, as pleasure surged through him hot and hard. She chose that moment to close her mouth around and over his dick, and slide down him as far as she could before she started to gag. The clench of her throat muscles around his sensitive head proved too much for his self-control. His hips jerked forward forcing his dick further down her slender throat. Jolie blinked and nostrils flaring swallowed furiously, as he withdrew, and surged forward into the soft wet heat of her mouth, seeking the release he so desperately needed. When she added her teeth, grazing his shaft on every withdrawal, Richard lost it.

His balls drew tight, and he shouted a warning seconds before the first few jets of his climax hit the back of her throat. Jolie pulled back slightly, not once breaking eye contact with him, as she valiantly attempted to swallow all of his jizz. The sight of her lips stretched around his cock, eyes wide, face flushed, while small amounts of cum escaped the seal of her mouth around his saliva slickened dick was the hottest thing yet. When at long last his dick stopped jerking, she gently released her hold on him, and Richard simply concentrated on the task of carrying on breathing. Once the feeling returned to his legs, he relaxed the white knuckled grip he had on the newel post and cupped Jolie’s chin. A satisfied smile played around her lips as she tucked his softening penis back inside his trousers, and Richard’s chest tightened with the flood of emotions he felt for this girl.

It was far too early in their relationship to declare any of this, so he kept his mouth shut as he studied her, loving the blush that crept into her cheeks the longer he held her gaze.

“Sir?” she finally whispered, and Richard took a deep breath.

“You’ve done this before a time or two, little one.”

Her blush deepened, and she attempted a nonchalant shrug.

“I’ve been told I’m good at it, and I enjoy bringing my Dom pleasure.”

Her eyes widened when he couldn’t help his annoyed growl in answer, but fucking hell, the thought of his girl with any other man, let alone a Dom, made him want to punch something.

“And have you been with many Doms?” He inwardly flinched at the hoarse quality of his voice, but fuck him, the answer mattered to him. Richard had never been the one to get possessive over the subs he played with, but Jolie was more than just another sub to him. He could only hope that he was more to her than just another Dom.

“Would it matter if I had?” she asked.

“Yes, no, just answer the fucking question, will you, girl?”

She flinched at his harsh tone, but she did answer him.

“The master who trained me and a few since. Not always in a sexual setting, you understand. I help out a local club as a service sub from time to time.”

She dropped her gaze, and Richard called himself all kinds of a fucking fool for letting jealousy get the better of him.

“The name of this club?” he asked.

“Sensations, Sir.”

Her voice wobbled and she worried her bottom lip, as though she was worried about his reaction, but she had no need to be. While Richard had never set foot in the building the club leased on certain days in the months, he’d heard of it. It had a good reputation as far as public clubs went, and he knew the person running it. She was a member of the exclusive members’ only club he attended when the need to indulge in safe anonymity rode him hard.

“Been there lately?” he asked, and she looked up at him briefly.

“No, Sir, I’ve been too busy.”

“Working for me?”

A small smile kicked up Jolie’s lips at his question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, we can’t have that, little one.” He tightened his hold on her chin and pulled her up to enable him to kiss her. If she was surprised at his action, she didn’t show it, just melted against him as he took the kiss deeper. By the time he released her, he was once again hard, and turning her around by the shoulders until she faced the stairs again, he gave her a gentle nudge.

“Up you get, and wait for me as instructed.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her breathy reply made him grin, as did the extra swing she put into her hips as she took the stairs very slowly, clearly mindful of his earlier instructions.

Richard watched her slow progress until she reached the landing, and satisfied that she went through the right door he made to head to the kitchen. He needed some champagne and ice for his next bit of sweet subbie torture. Seeing her ruined underwear by his feet, he bent down and lifted it to his nose. The sweet musk of her arousal hit his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply.

He stuffed them in his pocket with a smirk. Jolie was so his now.

Chapter Five

Jolie leaned against the solid bedroom door and tried to get her breathing back under control. Holy fuck, though, that had been intense. When he’d asked her how many Doms she had been with she had wanted the ground to swallow her whole. He’d looked so intense, so utterly focused on her as though the answer truly mattered to him. No one had ever looked her in quite such a manner before. It was a look she had often envied, when she’d witnessed it in the club between the committed D/s couples.

To be at the receiving end of it from her hot as Hades boss … well that was the biggest mind fuck yet. Jolie was under no illusion that he truly meant it. No doubt he brought women home all the time, and a quick look around the bedroom seemed to confirm that. The huge bed dominating the middle of the room was certainly not the norm. There were loopholes attached to the wooden frame to attach restraints to, no doubt, and a rigging system hung over the bed. To the untrained eye it might easily have looked some form of abstract art, as did the panels of wood nailed to the wall in the shape of a cross. They, too, held attachments for restraints, and her heart beat faster at this all too visible reminder of how much his need for control was part of Richard Tomlin.

It made her pussy clench in renewed need despite her earlier spectacular orgasm. More of her essence trickled down the inside of her thighs, and she groaned as her bladder chose that moment to remind her that it needed taking care of. Jolie had no idea how much time she would have before Sir joined her, but she did know that she didn’t want to incur his wrath.

He seemed a very stern Dom so far, and with her backside still smarting from the earlier swats he’d given her, she really didn’t want need any more punishment. The en suite bathroom proved as enlightening as the rest of the place. A state of the art wetroom greeted her. Not only that, this room was almost the same size as the poky bedroom in her flat, and that thought made her grimace, and perversely more determined to take this for what it was.

A nice hot, forbidden fling with her boss. To read anymore into his actions was madness. While age clearly had been no barrier to his sister and Horace—that man had to be a good twenty years older than Tiffany—Jolie couldn’t forget that Sir was not only her boss, but also older. While that shouldn’t and wouldn’t have mattered, had they met on a more even playing field, she could never be the arm candy he so clearly needed for his social functions.

She could see folks’ reactions now.

“Here comes the slut who slept her way to the top.”

No, it was far better to not get ideas above her station.

Having freshened up in record time, she had just assumed the position on the floor, mindful of keeping her dress bunched up around her middle to ensure Sir would have a good view of her naked, wet pussy. And lord, was she wet again.

Jolie couldn’t ever recall being this wet just in anticipation. The door opened, and she hastily dipped her head, and placed her hands behind her back.

“Oh very nice, girl. I’m pleased to see you followed my instructions.” The warm approval in Sir’s voice washed over and further quieted her mind. This was what she needed, to let herself slip into that quiet state of waiting for Sir’s instructions, to know that nothing else mattered but pleasing him. There was the sound of him putting something down on the side of the bed, and she was desperate to turn her head and see what it was.  The clinking almost sounded like ice. Before she could fully process the delicious implications of that, his polished shoes appeared in her vision.

“Up you get, little one.”

She slowly rose, teetering somewhat in her heels and he grasped her around the waist to steady her. Her throat went dry when she realized that he had taken his shirt off, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his sculpted torso.

“The way you look at me is great for my ego, my sweet.” His amused voice meant she, too, smiled. Soft silk touched her cheek, and in the next instant her world went dark as Sir slipped a blindfold over her head.

“As much as I love you looking at me like that, it’s time for you to let go and just feel. The blindfold will help that. Color?”

“Green, Sir.”

She grimaced at the breathy quality of her voice, and his soft laughter washed over, as his hands skimmed over her shoulders, until they came to rest on her shoulder blades.

“Good girl. I love how soft your skin is back here, and I need to see it all.” He lifted her hair out of the way and a soft kiss to her neck later, he tugged the zipper of her dress down.

Cool air skittered over her exposed skin as the fabric slowly slid down her body until it pooled by her feet.

“Such a beautiful sight.” His reverent words made her feel beautiful, and she gasped when he unclasped her bra, slid the straps down her shoulders, and brought his hands around to cup her heavy mounds. He lifted them as though to test their weight, while he rubbed his jaw along the sensitive skin of her neck, making her shiver anew.

When he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she whimpered in need, and Sir ground his heavy erection into her ass. His belt buckle grazed the tender flesh, adding another dimension to the sensation overload bombarding her right now.

“You have the perfect body, little one. Breasts a man could drown in.” He squeezed said objects and skimmed his hands to her waist and over her hips. “Hips to hold onto when I fuck you.” He chuckled at her groan in answer, and another gush of moisture left her pussy lips as he splayed his large hand over her belly, and pulled her snug against him.

“Soft flesh to cushion me, and a ripe cunt to feast on.” He slid one of his legs between hers, while he slipped two fingers into her waiting body.

“Sir, please.”

Jolie almost didn’t recognize that needy plea coming from her lips, but robbed of her vision, every touch of his hands on her overheated skin, every murmured word, every rustle of fabric and hot exhale skittering over her flesh turned her on more.

She swayed when he stepped away from her, feeling bereft without his body heat surrounding her.

As though he knew, his voice grounded her anew.

“I’m here. Give me your hands, little one. That’s a good girl. I’m going to restrain you now. Use your safe words if you have to, but I promise you nothing but pleasure from here on in, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her breath hitched when she felt the supple leather of the cuffs tightening around her wrists. He clipped them together and then led her across the room. When her thighs made contact with soft fabric and her belly touched wood, she realized that he must have taken her across to his bed. Sure enough he raised her arms above her head, and secured them with a decisive click. Her arousal kicked up another notch when he also kicked her legs apart. Another set of cuffs—around her ankles this time—and some tugging later she couldn’t move.

“Beautiful, and all mine for the taking. That’s a spreader bar between your legs, my sweet. Now, just relax, while I prepare a few things.”

Jolie tilted her head, anticipation making her mouth dry. That clink was back, and in the next instant she jumped as much as she was able to when something cold touched first one nipple and then the other. It made the little buds harden further, while freezing cold drips of moisture trickled down her ribcage.

He repeated the action causing more ice to slide down her skin and into her pussy folds. Jolie groaned when he followed that trail with his hot tongue. Adding his teeth into the play, he tortured her flesh with multi sensations of heat, cold, pain, and pleasure, until she was nothing more than a mass of fevered awareness.

“So fucking beautiful. Let’s see what you’ll make of this, my sweet girl.”

Jolie shrieked as a cascade of cold bubbly liquid erupted over her breasts and flowed down her body. The sweet, fruity flavor of champagne registered, as her skin shook under the tickling sensation as the bubbles made contact with her pussy.

Richard caught that shriek in his mouth while he transferred the fizz from his mouth to hers. She gratefully swallowed the refreshment and tangled her tongue with his in a kiss she never wanted to end, while Sir ran his hands all over her body. She shrieked in surprise when he pushed what had to be another ice cube into her overheated pussy. Before she had time to process the shocking coldness invading her body, he repeated the action with her butt, while sucking her clit into his mouth.

Everything clenched in need when he pushed that ice into her ass, while holding her hips steady and licking up and down her slit. His hot tongue on her cold flesh, mixed with the leftover bubbles from the champagne pitched her into sensation overload, and Jolie jerked in her restraints and shuddered against his talented mouth, as he took her right to the edge.

Every time she was close to going over, he withdrew, and started the whole ice cube torture all over again, until Jolie didn’t even know what was coming out of her mouth anymore.

Pain, pleasure, all morphed into one, as ice followed warmth, and then the sharp bite of his teeth, as he bit down and left his mark. Higher and tighter those circles of need wound themselves around her, while Sir didn’t leave one bit of skin untouched. Every part of her was fire and ice, the shocking coldness inside of her melting away with every clench of her internal muscles, every lick of his tongue along her flesh, every husky word of praise, as he kept her dancing on the edge.

When he stepped away and took her blindfold off Jolie didn’t dare breathe when she looked into his eyes.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, little one. Tell me, how badly do you want to come right now?”

“Please, Sir.” He smirked and stepped back further, taking himself in hand. Every slow measured pump of his large hand over his engorged staff made her pussy clench and more moisture left her body.

“It’s such a fucking turn-on to see you all trussed, up, your holes weeping for my cock. Which one shall I claim first? That delightfully tight cunt, or your sweet ass? Tell me, baby.”

The unexpected endearment made her blink, and she couldn’t form any words at all while she watched him roll a condom on his impressive length.

Sir smirked, even as the tightness around his eyes and the way his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths told their own story. He wanted her as much as she needed him to fuck her right now, and Jolie somehow forced the words out of her parched throat.

“Please, either, both, I don’t care. Please, just…”

She groaned when he came closer and kissed her. He stepped around her, and rubbed his huge cock against her ass.

“Ask me for my cock and tell me where you want it girl.”

“Oh God, please…” Heat rose in Jolie’s cheeks. “Please don’t make me say it, Sir.”

She wailed when he withdrew taking his heat with him.

“Oh no, you have to say it. Say, ‘please fuck me, Sir’.”

Jolie bit her lip and twisting her head round implored him with her eyes, but Sir shook his head and waited.

“Please, Sir, fuck me.”

His answering smile lit up his face and made her heart trip over in her chest.

“Good girl, and which hole shall I fill, sweet thing?” He stepped closer and taking his shaft in hand, rubbed the sheathed tip along her pussy lips. Jolie groaned and yanked at her restraints again in a futile attempt, as she stuck her butt out and against him as much as she could.

His laughter skittered across her exposed skin, and she jumped when he bumped her clit with his dick. Not enough to get her over, just enough to ramp her arousal up to new heights and to make her whimper and plead.

“Please, take me. Fuck me with your cock, Sir.”

A bite to her shoulder was her reward, and in the next instant he pushed into her pussy. Sir was large, and ready as she was sensitive tissues still protested as he forced her walls apart with his staff. He swore into her neck, and pulled out slightly, only to press back in.

“So fucking tight. Relax, little one, and let me in. That’s it. Fuck yeah, breathe and, fuck.”

Sweat broke out on her skin, and a strange keening sound came from her, as Sir slowly bottomed out inside of her.

“So fucking good. Tell me this is good for you too, baby.” There he went again with an endearment she could so easily read more into if she let herself, and then he started to thrust and all conscious thought left her. The feel of him stretching her, taking her, making her his, as he fucked her against the wooden pillar, every move crashing her into the wood, was too much, and it wasn’t enough.

“Talk to me, girl.”

His harsh, guttural command in her ear, made the words spill from her mouth. Filthy dirty words that she would never have thought she would use, but oh my God, he was stretching her so good, used her so well.

Her whispered filth seemed to spur him on, because Sir swore and upped the pace, slamming into her in an animalistic coupling that took her breath away. His fingers dug into her hips with so much force she would carry bruises in the morning, not that Jolie could care about that right now. No, nothing mattered but the sheer thrilling ecstasy Sir’s actions wrung from her body. The bed shook and her breasts jiggled like crazy things while the wet sounds of their coupling added an acoustic stimulant that should have embarrassed her, yet didn’t. The squelching sounds her pussy made, as Sir withdrew only to slam back into her, were an auditory orgasm in itself coupled with his grunts in her ear. When he changed the angle of his thrusts, slapped her mound with one hand, and growled his command for her to come, Jolie tumbled head over heels into the abyss of pleasure so deep she saw stars. Sir swore behind her, and pulled out leaving her feel empty inside. The sensation of cool lube running down between her ass cheeks barely registered as her body shook in aftershocks. Two lubed fingers entered her back passage briefly, stretching, preparing her, and then there was the blunt, heavy pressure of Sir’s cock as he breached her tiny hole.