Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (13 page)

With sweat now trickling down his face, he was aware that her knees trembled and were barely able to hold her weight. Instinctively, he knew that she was close to climax. It pleased him that Kelly responded well to forbidden pleasures. The idea that a member of her staff could push open the boardroom door at any moment, and find her in such a position, seriously turned her on, and him, too. Of course, she liked the control element. He wondered just how many men had stood up to her in the past, and tried to shape her to their will. He figured the number was zero. That was why their relationship clicked. Although Kelly was a powerful woman in her own right, she was no match for him, and that was exactly how she liked it. For all her boardroom experience, she yearned and needed a man to take total control of her, mind, body and soul. Well that suited him just fine, because he wasn’t afraid to stretch her boundaries. He wasn’t afraid, period. Other limp dicks may have been overpowered by her status and wealth, but not him. Kelly needed his guidance and a firm hand in order to achieve full sexual enlightenment, and ultimate satisfaction. Like so many women in positions of responsibility, she needed to let off steam and relinquish her power. Kelly McCloud needed Matthew Strong like she needed the air that she breathed.

Matthew slowed the pace as he felt her pussy constrict around him. He swirled his finger over her clit once more, savoring the soft submissive cries that slipped from her slightly parted lips. “That’s it, let it all out for your Master. He enjoys witnessing your pleasure as much as you enjoy experiencing it.” His erotic words made her body buck violently, and a deep, mournful whimper left her lips as she finally gave in to the exquisite pleasure that couldn’t be denied. Spasm after brutal spasm gripped his cock tightly in its velvet vise. When Kelly had an orgasm, boy did she have an orgasm.

Aware that time was of the essence, he possessively took hold of her still-trembling thighs. She was still pulsing and vibrating beneath him as her climax continued unabated. Kelly couldn’t stop herself from crying out. No matter how hard she tried, sexual noises still whimpered from her lips.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “They’ll hear, and want to know what’s going on.” He knew his words and the fact that anyone could enter at any moment made her orgasm all the more potent.

Matthew needed his own release to spurt inside her gorgeous wet cunt, and he pumped inside her even more energetically. As his seed left his balls in an almighty surge, he lay his body over hers, sandwiching her between the mahogany boardroom table and his breathless undulating chest. He tenderly kissed her sweet neck, marveling at the frantic pulse that throbbed beneath her wonderful pearlescent skin. Trying to catch his breath, he wondered why he felt so damned close to Kelly, both physically and emotionally. Then he glanced at the clock on the wall. Shit.

With no time to waste, he withdrew, and painfully forced his still-hard cock back inside his jeans. Working quickly, he wheeled her discarded executive chair back into position. Kelly lay prostrate across the table, her eyes hooded and dazed. He helped by pulling her skirt down her thighs, hoping to give an impression of unruffled order. “Check out the time. Get yourself together, girl.” At that moment the powerful corporate boss looked far from composed. Her hair was in disarray and her work shirt lay outside the waistband of her conservative gray skirt. Still in a sex-induced stupor, she finally pulled herself upright and began hurriedly adjusting her clothing.

He removed a steel comb from his vest pocket. “Now let’s get you looking your best.” After retrieving her hair band, which had fallen to the floor, he ran the comb through her gorgeous wayward tresses, making her look presentable again. He then carefully reattached the hair band, so it looked something like it had done before. “You look great.” He kissed her cheek.

“You’re just plain wicked,” she whispered huskily, still stunned by what had happened.

“Tell me about it, princess. That’s why I’m the Dom and you’re my sub.” He brushed his lips across her forehead, and whispered, “You’ll be reminded of me while you’re chairing this boring board meeting. After all, my cum will be slowly dripping from your pussy while you’re smiling serenely at your executives.

“Time I wasn’t here, princess.” Matthew turned quickly on his heels and began to stride from the boardroom. “I’ll be waiting at your place.” He flashed her a smile as he leaned down and scooped his overnight bag from the floor. Hoping she wouldn’t notice, he discreetly removed the slender wedge of wood, keeping them private. When he opened the door, two guys he’d never seen before and hoped he’d never see again immediately entered. He winked mischievously at Kelly, enjoying the shock on her beautiful face. They’d only just made it in time. Still, fortune favored the brave. That was his motto.

With a huge grin on his face, Matthew pointed at the floor beneath her executive chair. The lace panties he’d sliced from her body with his hunting knife were lying in a crumpled heap for all to see.

As soon as Kelly realized, her eyes widened in absolute horror. Working on sheer instinct, she speedily bent down and grabbed them before the gathering board members could notice, and then quickly tucked them out of sight in her suit pocket. The “I’m gonna kill you, Matthew Strong” look she gave him as she finally regained total composure made him laugh out loud.

As he walked from the boardroom, he cheekily called across to her, “Thank you so much for your time, Ms. McCloud. I sure appreciate it. I hope we can do business again someday.”

Almost an hour into the board meeting, and Kelly had finally regained her usual breezy self-confidence. God, they’d come so close to being discovered. Matthew could command her to do anything. She was like putty in his hands. Just thinking about him caused a shiver of pure sexual arousal to flash down her spine, before reaching her clit. Acutely aware that she wore no panties, she kept her legs tightly crossed.

Looking at the dozen familiar faces gathered around the boardroom table, she wondered if they suspected, or worse still, knew for sure. Maybe they wouldn’t be interested even if they did know. Although, she shouldn’t discount the fact that she had enemies in the boardroom as well as friends.

She brushed a hand through her hair, desperately hoping that Matthew had made a good job of replacing her band. If anything, she should be annoyed with him, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t conceive of any other man being as adventurous and sexy as him. He made her feel…He made her feel wonderful and carefree. The sort of feeling she’d taken for granted as a small child, when life had been so much simpler.

The anxiety of almost being discovered fucking in the boardroom, should have made her headache worse, but instead it had completely disappeared. The gnawing tension she’d been feeling just before Matthew’s surprise visit had simply vanished like a puff of smoke, leaving behind a serene sense of pure indulgence and tranquility. Their sex life might be far removed from what was considered normal in mainstream society, but it satisfied and more than fulfilled her expectations, time after time. It was exactly what she needed to keep her sane. Just knowing that Matthew was waiting patiently at her home, made her wind up the meeting a little earlier than intended.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe that concludes the business of the day.” Kelly began placing her notes in her briefcase, before lifting her gaze to the assembled board members. “If anyone has any final questions, please feel free to ask.”

Uncle Joseph irritably tapped his pencil several times on the mahogany table. His face was a picture of abject disapproval. Her father had always taught her to meet dissenters head on, especially ones in her own family.

“Yes, Joseph. There’s something you’d like to say?”

Her approach worked like a charm, because her father’s younger brother looked awkward and ill at ease. “These new proposals, Kelly. Are they absolutely necessary? Frankly, if I were in charge, I wouldn’t be wasting money on something that can never bring a financial return to the company.”

Kelly confidently placed her briefcase on the floor and, unafraid to hold the old man’s gaze, said, “But, you’re not in charge, are you, Uncle Joseph? Dad trusted the company to my leadership, not yours. I’ve had an independent consultancy throw a lot of ideas my way. I feel we have to embrace new technology, or we’ll fall behind our competitors. Is that what you want to happen at McCloud Energy?”

An eerie silence hung in the air for a few moments, then Joseph’s son, Tom spoke, “I totally agree.” He hesitated, when his father gave him a withering look.

Kelly nodded encouragingly. “Go on, Tom, your opinion is as valid as the next man.” This was the first time that Tom had broken ranks with his father. Perhaps she’d found another ally.

Gaining in confidence, Tom continued, “Just look what happened at Hoover. They were the market leader and thought they didn’t have to worry about an insignificant company called Dyson.” He spread his hands out wide. “The rest, as they say, is history. Therefore, I’m with you on this one, Kelly. One hundred and ten percent.”

It was funny how life turned on a dime. Just one enthusiastic person could swing a whole boardroom in its favor. A murmur of acquiescence rippled around the impressive table. Kelly smiled at each executive in turn. Her father had always taught her that the personal touch worked wonders. She smiled again. Today had been a very good day in the boardroom, in more ways than one.

With the meeting finally concluded, members started to make their way from the room. Eve came up to her. “Kelly, I’m real sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have bothered you with the call. You’d distinctly said no interruptions.”

“Think nothing of it, Eve. Whoever the guy was, he can make a proper appointment next time, instead of just turning up unannounced.”

“Oh, I had the impression that he knew you?”

“No, whatever gave you that idea?”

“My mistake.” Eve studied her quizzically, making Kelly feel a little self-conscious. Did she know about Matthew coming to the boardroom? “You’ve certainly got a lot more color in your cheeks than you had this morning. You were so pale, I was worried about you.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet, but please don’t worry on my account.” She felt on top of the world. “I’m perfectly okay, Eve.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

When Eve began walking away, Kelly called after her. “Can you set up a one-to-one meeting with Tom McCloud. Early next week is good for me.”

Eve nodded. “Yes, of course. I’ll let you know the exact date and time.”

Kelly finally realized it was time to delegate a portion of responsibility to others. Tom McCloud might be just the man to help her, and she wanted to reward his allegiance. Matthew had been right. She’d been taking life far too seriously. For the first time since her father had died, everything seemed to be falling into place. She’d met a man who’d turned her barren existence around, a man whom she trusted implicitly. The realization that perhaps she was falling in love surfaced in her mind. Wasn’t it wonderful? More to the point, wasn’t Matthew wonderful? She hugged her arms around herself. She just couldn’t wait to get home.

* * * *

Ninety minutes later

Kelly drew her Porsche to a halt outside her home on the East side of Providence. She loved her house. Built in the late eighteen hundreds in the Queen Anne style, it stood three floors tall. The exterior was clad in wood, while the interior boasted hardwood floors and elegant period features.

The irresistible smell of Mexican food teased her nostrils as she pushed open the front door to her home. She guessed Matthew was in the kitchen preparing dinner. He must have heard her arrive, because he called out in that beautiful deep baritone voice of his, “Princess, I’m in here.”

Kelly kicked off her high heels and waggled her toes, trying to restore the circulation. When she finally entered the kitchen, she folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the doorway. Matthew had his back to her and was busy preparing tortillas on the black granite work surface. For a few blissful moments she allowed herself to savor his powerful physique as he prepared dinner.

He glanced over his shoulder, a huge grin on his face, his wonderful green eyes sparkling. “What’s up?”

She pointed a finger at him in mock anger. “
You
could have seriously compromised my position. That’s what’s up.”

He must have known she was joking, because he laughed. “Now don’t get all riled up. You enjoyed it. We both did.”

“Maybe.”

“There’s no maybes about it.”

Feeling deliriously happy, she shook her head, and laughed. “I can’t be angry with you for long. I kept looking at everyone in the boardroom, wondering if they knew what had just gone on.”

“And did they?”

“I’m not sure, but Uncle Joseph seemed even more argumentative than usual.”

Matthew wiped his hands on a towel before striding up to her, and tenderly stroking her cheek. “I’ll tell you exactly what they would have seen, princess. They’d have seen the most beautiful woman in the world being made love to and thoroughly satisfied.”

“Oh, Matthew, you say the sweetest things.” The breath sighed from her as he leaned down and kissed her passionately on the mouth. His gaze was heated and flicked once more over her face.

“Mmm, I can still see it now. It shows as a pink bloom on your cheeks.”