His Demands (2 page)

“Teach me?” Kaela’s blood sizzled.
Unable to push away the very vision of Broden’s naked body from the front of
her mind, she panted and fumbled as she flicked the waterspout. My God, her
mouth was dry.
But your pussy is wet.
Imagine having him fuck you hard, shoving
his thick dick inside your cunt. Imagine Broden shoving his thick cock deep
into your ass.
Shit. What in the hell was she thinking here? Forcing
herself to act casual, she smiled at Angel, giving her a slight nod. As if the
girl couldn’t tell she was on fire. “Make over? If you’re taking me to the
boutique where you purchase all your skin-tight, leopard print spandex, then
I’ll end up being a brazen hussy.”

Angel narrowed her eyes. “You are soooo
going to get it for that one.”

Kaela giggled. “Oh and do tell. Just
what
do I need to learn?”

Angel hesitated as she looked down
the length of Kaela, a seductive grin riding her face.
“Many
things my girl.
Obviously many things.”
She
turned and walked away, stopping short a few seconds later. Tilting her head,
she gave Kaela a playful look, licking her cherry stained lips. “Five fifteen
sharp or else I will go into Mr. MacGruder’s office and explain in total detail
how much you long to ride him like a stallion. You got it?”

Swallowing hard, Kaela found herself
nodding. “Oh, I got it all right.” She realized she was doing nothing but
dreaming about holding a lasso, riding his thick cock as she hollered really
bad things. Shivering, she gulped the entire cup of water, fighting back racing
into his office and dropping to her knees in front of him. Then again, sucking
his cock on a regular basis might just garner
her a
raise. The salacious thought giving her a smile, she strutted off toward the
bathroom. One night out with her best gal pal certainly would give her a bit of
verve. Or so she hoped. Too bad there was the damning rule. No fraternization.
Damn it all to hell.

After splashing water in the face,
she adjusted her skirt and the second she glanced into the mirror, a sinful
thought passed in the back of her mind. What if she did seduce Broden? What
could it hurt? “Mmm…” Darting her eyes, she could tell she was alone, or so she
thought anyway. Jerking around, she giggled as she crouched down, peering under
the three stall doors. Yep, she was thankfully alone.

Rising back to her feet, she pointed
her finger at her reflection before sliding her finger into her mouth, wetting
the tip, doing nothing thinking about sucking Broden’s big, juicy cock.
Moaning, she wiggled her hips back and forth, trying to imagine what it would
feel like to be under his massive body as thrust his cock deep inside her
pussy. Turned on and heated up, Kaela eased her other hand into the bodice of
her blouse, flicking the tip of her finger back and forth across her nipple.
When the bud was hard, aching and ready to be plucked, she pinched and twisted,
relishing in the pain coursing through her body.

Moving her finger to her other
nipple, she purred as two buttons popped open from the pressure of her hand,
exposing the swell of her breasts. “Yes, Broden, yes…” Closing her eyes, she
could almost hear his voice, his husky words of seduction and complete control.
She knew how much he wanted to dominate her, take her, driving his dick deep
inside. And she’d give him everything he ever wanted. Everything and…

“Girl, I told you about the birthday
party!” Chortled laughter filled the dense space.

Jerking out her hand, Kaela sucked
in her breath, a flush of embarrassment slipping from her neck to her face. A
nervous tick appeared in the corner of her mouth and as she whistled a happy
tune, she could sense the two women knew she’d been up to no good. Smiling at
them, she jerked two paper towels from the metal holder. Tossing back her head,
she did everything in her power to act nonchalant.

Walking back to her desk, Kaela was
just about to sit down when she detected a presence behind her. Stiffening, she
inhaled deeply. There was no mistaking the exotic and very woodsy cologne,
his cologne
, he man wanna-be with
attitude. Her pussy clenched as a trickle of her honey eased into her panties.
Shifting, she cringed, wondering if the sexy man was some kind of mind reader.
Oh God.
Fanning her face, she tried to
control her breathing.

“Ms. Bryson, can I have a word with
you in my office?” Broden asked, his voice holding an authoritative timbre.

Licking her lips, she turned and
smiled, detecting more than just a hint of discord.
“Of
course, sir.”
Point one when he gave her an odd stare
from saying sir.
Feeling pretty nifty about her behavior, Kaela trailed
behind him, hearing the series of snickers. Without a doubt she knew the admin
pool had told on her. Hell, she couldn’t blame them.

“Close the door.” Broden walked
around his desk and toward the window. He folded his arms and stood gazing out
into the downtown landscape, remaining quiet.

Allowing the door to close with a
sock click, Kaela had the distinct feeling he was doing this on purpose. “Mr.
MacGruder?”

“Tell me something, Kaela. Do you
enjoy working here?”

“Very much so.
Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

As almost a full minute passed by,
she was about to lose her patience when he turned around to face her, his
emerald green eyes penetrating her very soul. Now, she was shaking. “Seriously,
why do you ask?”

Broden placed his hands on top of
his desk. “Because I need to know who my top players are, the ones who will
work side by side with me, completely and utterly loyal. And because I know you
seem to have a problem with me.”

“Problem, sir?”
So her voice held an edge. She
could tell Broden was goading her.

“Yes, problem.
Don’t you like me, Kaela?” The
timbre of his voice deep and husky, he gazed down the length of her.

Was he actually undressing her with
his eyes, seeing the ugly white bra and matching granny panties? Hell yes, he
was.
Bastard.
Now she was pissed.
Time for Victoria’s Secret.
Taking
a long stride forward, she placed her hands on her hips and tilted back her
head. Thank God she’d worn her three-inch heels today. She could almost look
him in the eyes.
Almost.
“Sir, I have no problem with
men who garner respect and know how to treat women, both in business and in
pleasure. But assholes, I kick to the curb.”
Holy fuck! You did not just say that to your boss
. A single bead of
perspiration trickled down the side of her face.

“Hmmm…” Moving from behind his desk
he walked toward her, his eyes never leaving her face. When he drew near, he
stopped just a few inches from her.

Kaela had never been so
uncomfortable in her life. Every nervous tick she could have she did and for a
few seconds there had to be some kind of a vacuum in the room, sucking out all
her air and her nerve. She was nothing but a deflated blob of flesh. But she
stood her ground, tilting her head back.

“Well, interesting and I agree.”
Broden walked around her in a complete circle before stopping in front.
Inhaling deeply, he cocked his head and very slowly reached his hand out, the
tip of a finger pushing back a stray strand of hair from her face. “Women are
very precious, treasures in both business and moments of intimacy.
I for one love women of all flavors.
I also enjoy when they
realize their place.”

“Their place?”
Huffing, she glared at him and if
she could have spit fire and hell, she would have. “Their place?” she repeated,
venom lacing the few words.

“Yes.
Their
place.”
As if a challenge drawn in the sand, his eyes twinkled.

Rearing back, she reacted on
instinct, cold cocking him in the gut.

Reeling, he took a tumbled step
backward and shook his head, the grin never changing.

“Oh…shit…” Kaela whispered. Now she
was flat out sweating.

“Yes.” Broden shook his head and
took a giant stride toward her, crowding her space. “You’re intelligent as well
as beautiful. Perhaps a little rough around the edges, but a diamond in the
rough no less.”

So his accent was enough to melt her
into a puddle of goo, but the cut-down was intolerable. “I beg your pardon?”

“Willful.
Opinionated.
Ballsy.
You’re just what I need.”

Was he talking business or pleasure
here? There was no doubt in her mind he wanted to devour her. To her credit she
didn’t go racing out of the room. Simply giving him a haughty look she narrowed
her eyes. “All used for business, sir.
Nothing more.”
There. She’d drawn her own line in the sand. When he remained quiet she was
vindicated. Giving him a curt nod she started to turn away. That is until she
noticed where his gaze had settled. On her very open cleavage. Ugh!

“I have an offer for you,” Broden
said as he moved back toward his desk.

“An offer?”
What in the world was he going to
offer her, whips and chains?

Giving her a look, he reached into
his desk drawer, pulling out an envelope. “I have very few people over to my
house. I honestly prefer being alone.”

Why did that not surprise her?
“Mmm…
 
I can certainly understand.” Yep,
her words were haughty.

“Has everyone told you before you’re
a ballbuster?” Slipping the envelope across the desk, he narrowed his eyes.

Kaela was going to retort and could
see he was serious about this offer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so
rude.”

“Yes.” Broden sat down in his chair
and looked away, flipping on his laptop. “I think you did. My offer is that I
have a few very important clients coming over to my house from overseas. I
think you know the ones?”

She knew exactly the people he
meant, the kind who fashioned themselves to be royalty. “Yes I do.”

“Well, we’ve been working on this
deal for sex months and they want to mix business with pleasure. I need a date
for the night as well as some maneuvering of the contract. That’s where you
come into play,” Broden’s said, his eyes twinkling.

The clients he was talking about
made her skin crawl, but securing their business would mean a heft bonus.
“Fine.
Your date in both business and
pleasure?
I guess I can tolerate that for a night.”

“I’m certain you can, Ms. Bryson.
You’re a professional after all.”

Smiling, she wanted to retort but he
could read her too well.

“Ms. Bryson, do you know how I deal
with mouthy girls, who don’t seem to know their place?”

Kaela was almost incensed he was
refusing her look at her, simply pressing keys on his blessed computer. Tempted
not to honor his obvious request to find out, curiosity got the better of her.
“I think you’re going to tell me.”
Aren’t
you, asshole?

He gave her one sharp look, a glint
in his eye suggesting something dangerous. “Discipline, the old fashion way, and
do you know how that’s going to happen?”

Tick.
Tock.

Discipline?
Was he talking corporal punishment?
There was no way! Beads of pure sweat rolled down the back of her neck.
Don’t answer him. Don’t do it!
“How’s that?”

“You’re going to ask me for it.”

And she ceremoniously knew she’d
been dismissed. The words rung in the back of her mind, somehow an echo of them
kicking up her adrenaline and coursing straight into the heart of her pussy.
Dear God, she wanted to be spanked, needed to be whipped like a bad girl. She
wanted nothing more than to be draped over his lap, her naked ass already
crisscrossed with marks from his hand, a paddle, his belt and…
 
Get a
grip woman.
But she knew more than anything what she craved and for all his
bravado, Broden MacGruder, aka jerk off of the year, he’d seen through her
veiled attempt at hiding the inner girl. How in the hell had he managed?

“The invitation is fairly clear.
Make certain you wear something sexy and appropriate for a kinky costume party.
Understand?”

Oh, she understood all right. Very
causally she grabbed the envelope, admiring the red linen and crisp gold
embossing. As she turned, she heard his voice and this time the husky vibe
drilled right through her.

“You made a deal with me and I
certainly expect you to be there. In fact, I won’t take no for an answer.”

The words chilling, she managed to
wait until she was back at her desk before ripping open the envelope.
“A masquerade party?”
This was about an unexpected as she
could imagine.

Come
one, come all to a midnight masquerade ball

Wear
something sinful or there will be no admittance.

And
plan on indulging in your every fantasy.