King (29 page)

It
was clear he wasn’t used to this and the thought warmed me. King was probably
more intimate with me than he’d been with anyone else in a while, particularly
his subs, and the awful thought that he might sleep with
Tamsin
Lloyd suddenly crept into my brain, as I tried hard to push it away.
 
I spent a few minutes just gazing into the
darkness before I spotted the beautiful face staring down at me again. “Get in
here Charlotte” he growled, not having to ask twice before I gathered my pillow
and clamoured into bed beside him, my inner sub enthralled and delighted and
totally gloating as he pulled me hard against him, wrapping firm arms around
me.

“What
about your rules?” I grinned as he squeezed me harder, making me utterly melt.
“Fuck knows Smith, this isn’t going to be as straightforward as I thought,
we’ll just have to roll with it for now” and I couldn’t help but laugh. King
had reconciled his own conscience to get around this too. He hadn’t called me
Charlotte, he’d called me Smith. I guessed in that way, at least he could tell
himself he wasn’t sleeping with his sub. This situation was getting a whole lot
trickier than either of us had envisaged and in my giddy mood, I just couldn’t
resist. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?” I giggled. “Be careful” he
growled playfully, kissing my neck and pulling me harder into his chest and my
stomach flipped. He hadn’t said no, I smiled inwardly, despite the fact it was
a position, I kept telling myself, that I wasn’t desperate to occupy.
Eventually I fell asleep, more than happy to follow Jason’s advice and ‘roll
with it’.

I
woke before him in the morning, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest in
the dawn light, admiring his beautiful features that looked so relaxed and made
him look young and carefree. I smiled at the vision, he was truly and utterly
beautiful and it was a sight I already knew I wouldn’t tire of, as I drank him
in. Sleeping with him had been wonderful and infinitely preferable to the
floor. I grinned to myself, noticing the bulge beneath the sheets that betrayed
his morning glory and giggled gently as the soft smirk began to play at the
side of his mouth. He was awake and he knew I was watching him. “Good morning
Smith” he chuckled, manoeuvring me gently onto my side and pulling my back into
his hard chest. “I’ve got another gift for you” he grinned, showering deep
kisses against my neck which made me shudder deliciously and grinding his huge
hard cock against my backside. “Are you ready for me?” he growled. “Always” I
giggled as he moaned at my response, finding the entrance to my pussy and
guiding his way inside.

It
was a delicious and wonderful sensation to be fucked into the day by Jason King
and we were
both smiling
, happy and bright as we
dressed for work. “Coffee?” he asked as I raised my eyebrows playfully at him.
“Tea” I grinned. “Of course” he said kissing me on the cheek in a gesture which
was utterly un-Dom like. “How many sugars today Princess?” he laughed. “None” I
giggled, moving into his open arms and for
all the
world this morning, we looked like any other normal couple getting ready to
face the day.

“I’m
working late tonight. I had to rearrange a load of appointments from Monday
afternoon because I had a more pressing commitment with a certain impatient
woman I know” he laughed gently in the car as we made our way to work. “I don’t
know what time I’ll be finished so I’ll come to you” he smiled as I insisted he
dropped me off on the street next to the office. There was no way I could risk
someone seeing us arrive together. After a roll of his eyes and a deep loving
kiss, we said our goodbyes and I practically skipped into Grayson International
Media, on cloud nine and very much addicted to the CEO next door.

I
still hadn’t found anything to wear for Saturday and called Katie in, to see if
she had faired any better. “No, but I’m hopeful that we will be getting a
delivery shortly. Grayson’s landed Ian Anderson a pitch for Armani” she grinned
as my face dropped. “Was that to placate him for Mercedes?” I scowled.
“Probably.
He’s still spitting about it though. The man
thinks he should have them all. I really hope we stick it to him on Saturday
Charlotte. Even if we win nothing else, it’s worth going just for that” she
grinned and I couldn’t help but smile.

“How
are things going with Jason?” she smiled, no doubt noting the broad
grin, that
except when conversing about my snide, arrogant
colleague, was etched firmly on my face. “Brilliant Katie, he popped my cherry
last night” I laughed as she frowned at me, taking a moment to process the
words as her eyebrows
raised
. “You’ve really never
done that?” she laughed back as I shook my head. “Robbie seems particularly
attracted to that region” she smiled as I recalled the rimming conversation in
La Bodega
Negra
, shouting “Come in” to the soft knock
on the door. It was Annabel from reception with a huge bunch of what must have
been four dozen red roses, wrapped in a large diamante bow as my jaw hit the
floor, my grin broadening even further at the romantic gesture.

“That’s very
loving for a Dom/sub relationship” Katie quipped, smiling and it was as if she
had read my thoughts. I waited until she left to read the card and my heart
exploded in response.

You asked last night ‘whatever
happened to flowers?’ This is your answer. They are a classic Baby, just like
you. You blew me away.

I think if
I’d have called him, I’d have burst into tears and I’d had enough emotional
outbursts lately to last a lifetime. They were unnerving and unfamiliar, so I
settled on a text.

Thank you, they are beautiful. If
flowers represent me, then yesterday’s gift was more like you.
Unique, thoroughly satisfying and utterly overwhelming.
You
blew me away too, so maybe I’ll have to blow you back, tonight x

I
didn’t receive a text back but I didn’t care, I knew he was incredibly busy
today making up for all the time he’d spent in bed with me on Monday and the
thought made me smile. The roses raised an eyebrow from Sasha
aswell
who popped in mid afternoon. In less than a week,
things had moved so quickly with me and Jason, it was hard to comprehend. We
had done things I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams, and he had taken me to
heights I had never thought possible. I believed that the relationship was cut
and dried, but the date last night and the sleeping together, shared morning
coffee and even better morning sex, had muddied the waters. The truth of the
matter was that it was becoming harder and harder not to fall too deeply for my
beautiful dominant with the tender edge and romantic heart.

It
seemed like an age until work was finished. Alison was still giving nothing
away about my rankings for the awards and I was pleased when the end of the day
arrived as I made my way home, soaked in a long hot bath and got myself ready
for Jason. A thong and a silk black negligee was my choice, as I dried my hair
and applied some light make up. I didn’t have any food in the house, which
wasn’t particularly unusual, but my stomach was churning so much in
anticipation I probably couldn’t eat anyway. A liquid tea of chilled Chardonnay
would have to suffice as I flicked on the TV, pacing the room and growing
increasingly eager as the hours ticked by. Eventually when my patience ran out,
I sent a text.

Where are you?

I
heard the beep assuming it was a quick reply, right before I heard the low
voice behind me. “Here” he grinned as I jumped, startled into his arms,
laughing. “How the hell did you get in?” I squealed, thrilled and delighted at
his presence as he gripped me tightly, picking me up and kissing me hard on the
mouth. “You left the door open” he laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. “I
missed you” I whispered against his ear as he pulled me tighter, both of us
seeming to relish our new found closeness. “I locked it. Now I think you made
me a promise I’ve been looking forward to all day.” He grinned, throwing his
jacket casually on the chair, my breath hitching as he undid his trousers,
releasing a huge erection and I sunk to my knees as the small smirk touched his
mouth. I was already desperate for him. “Not so fast” he growled, pulling his
belt from the loops in his trousers and moving behind me, securing my arms behind
my back, fastening the leather tightly so I couldn’t move as he stood in front
of me, stroking his huge cock.

I
was desperate to touch him, but my arms were tied fast. “Just your mouth” he
growled sexily as I parted my lips for him, licking the end of his cock with my
eager tongue as he eased his way in as far as it would go, pulling my hair into
a makeshift ponytail and grabbing it harshly as I moaned at the sharp sting of
my scalp as he tugged it hard. He was determining the speed and the pace as he
moved against my mouth, firing up my core as I stroked my tongue across the
beautiful veins and sucked as hard as I could, trying to relax my gag reflex,
taking him deeper and deeper into my throat. His groans of arousal above me,
spurred me on, his need my own as I looked up at him, gazing into his eyes as
he thrust again and again into my mouth. “Fuck Charlotte” he groaned loudly. I
felt the dampness in my core, loving the power of sucking him hard and watching
him
lose
control as he ground himself harder and
faster into my mouth. “You want me to say it don’t you” he growled, pulling my
hair harshly, releasing his cock as his eyes blazed into mine.

I
knew what he meant, he had said he wanted it, and I knew I could hear it from
him now. I was trying to reach him, trying to feel his cock but he was holding
back and waiting for my answer. “Yes” I whispered breathlessly at him, the smug
smile betraying his arrogance as he thrust his cock between my lips and I
worshipped it with my tongue and my mouth, watching him, waiting. “You want me
to call you my little whore don’t you Charlotte” and I moaned in response, my
thin silk panties saturated with my own arousal and I couldn’t believe that I
did.

With
Jason, even the word I hated more than any other was a huge turn on, driving me
mad with desire. The man could say anything he wanted to me right now, but he
wasn’t doing it. “Are you ready for my cum you beautiful girl?” he growled from
above me and I moaned deeply in response, the vibrations from my throat across
his bulging cock, pushing him over the edge as he filled my mouth, watching me
closely as I swallowed every delicious drop, before pulling me up, arms still
tied and shoving me roughly on the couch, kissing my swollen lips hard. He
dragged my hips to the edge of the seat, shoving my black silk negligee up my
thighs to reveal my panties.

The
silk was soaked through as he ran firm fingers across me and I moaned out
loud.
 
Even now, on his knees the man was
in control, parting my thighs and ripping the silk from my body. I couldn’t
touch him and I couldn’t move and as he sucked and licked at my clit, I was
drowning in pleasure. His tongue moved inside me, fucking me deliberately and
expertly as I cried out in ecstasy at his skilled and wonderful thrusts. I longed
to run my fingers through his hair to feel him, but I was trapped, revelling in
the sensations exploding inside my body, moaning and whimpering and as he
grazed his teeth gently across my swollen clit, I unravelled, crying out as he
buried his tongue inside me once again to taste my orgasm. Jesus Christ, Jason
King was an absolute God.

I
was panting hard as he sat beside me, releasing the belt and pulling me onto
his lap. He was kissing me hard through my gentle moans as small waves of
pleasure pulsed through my body and I knew he was already hard again. He gave
me no time to recover, straddling me as I sat on the couch and thrusting his
cock back into my tender mouth as I moaned and sucked. I grabbed his buttocks
with my free hands and squeezed hard, forcing him into me faster and deeper and
we were
both lost
, frenzied and frantic as he tugged
at my hair. His powerful body forced me against the back of the couch and my
cheeks were stinging and burning as he pounded harder and faster, moaning and
cursing in absolute pleasure as I licked across the shaft, sucking for all I
was worth.

“Suck
my cock you perfect little whore” he growled, and far from shocking me or
hurting me, the words spurred me on, the pulsing in my clit responding to his
harshness as he grabbed my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze as he thrust into
my throat. His eyes were burning into mine, a pure connection of lust that
touched me so deeply it was like a bolt of electricity and I moaned in ecstasy.
Waves of pleasure were building inside me from sucking his cock and I was out
of control, lost in the gorgeous man I was pleasuring for all I was worth, and
craving his dirty words. “You’re going to come for me while you’re sucking my
cock, aren’t you my little whore” and my pussy responded with such a violent
force, I didn’t doubt he was right. He was throbbing in my throat and my core
was responding in kind, as he hit the back of me, harder and faster, my need to
please him consuming all thought as waves of bliss rolled through me,
threatening to explode every nerve end. “Come for me you fucking whore” he
demanded and I did, shuddering and moaning beneath him as he showered my mouth
with hot wet liquid, pulling out of me suddenly and capturing me in a kiss so
fierce I was literally breathless. Without even touching me, Jason King had
talked me into an orgasm with a word I absolutely loathed, and I could not
quite believe it.