Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (18 page)

Kelly wanted to feel angry, she really did, but instead she felt only pity. “You’re mistaken, Eve. You think my father was devoted to me, and up to a point you’re right, but the real love of his life was McCloud Energy. It was his mistress, it consumed him. It’s what took him to an early grave.” Kelly pointed across the desk. “Dad could have had a relationship with you if he’d wanted to. He just chose not to.”

Eve sobbed inconsolably. “You fucking bitch. It’s all your fault.”

If ever Kelly needed more evidence not to let work take over her life, this was it. Her father was fond of Eve, but nothing more than that.

“So what are you going to do?” Eve eventually asked, as she dabbed at her eyes.

“I’m not gonna call the police. You’re sick, you need help, not punishment.” Kelly figured Eve was having a nervous breakdown. “As from today, you no longer work for McCloud Energy. I’ll honor your contract, even though you’re leaving early.”

Eve stood and gathered what composure she could muster. “I see.”

Determined to remain strong, Kelly stoically pursed her lips together. “Please believe me when I say it’s for the best. I’m sorry it finished this way. I really am.”

Eve nodded, and then turned on her heels and walked from the office.

When she was finally left alone, Kelly wilted in her chair. Her hands shook as she wiped a teardrop from her eye. Eve had never married. She’d given the best years of her life to the company, but was now a broken woman. Why did life have to be so fucking cruel? She wouldn’t allow McCloud Energy to consume her like it had Eve and her father.

Matthew had intended to leave and get back to Club Submission. After all, there was a serious amount of work required to get the place back into order. Ethan and he had practically pulled the joint apart, tracking down the hidden cameras, which Dwaine Jackson had planted there. In the end, something almost indefinable had kept him from leaving Kelly’s place of work. Call it a gut reaction, call it the love of a good woman, but he knew Kelly needed him. For all her resourcefulness and power, she needed him like she’d never needed him before. He figured they’d come to that stage in their relationship where neither could relax without the other around.

Approximately ten minutes after she’d summoned Eve to her office, he’d watched the older woman slip tearfully from the room. With her face set in stone, and without saying a word, she’d gathered the meager possessions from her desk, and walked forlornly to the elevator. He supposed that would be the last he would see of her. Jesus, how he’d wanted to stop her in her tracks, and demand to know why she’d caused so much fucking trouble, but this was Kelly’s call, and he wouldn’t interfere in her business decisions.

After a further five minutes, and still no sign of Kelly, Matthew decided to take matters into his own hands, and let himself into her office. Clearly distressed and emotional, she sat behind her impressive desk, her beautiful face buried in her hands. His heart went out to her, and he hated to see her so unhappy. He figured Eve was the last person she would have suspected of invading her privacy. Did she doubt her own judgment now?

“Are you okay, Kelly?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I still can’t believe it was Eve all along. It just shows you can’t trust anyone, even after forty years of loyal service.”

“You can trust me. You know that, don’t you, princess?”

“Yes.”

“So how did you handle it?”

“I fired her. What else could I do? I feel guilty, but—” She spread her hands wide, trying to express how she felt. “The woman is clearly unstable. I think she loved my father so much that his death unhinged her. I could press charges, but I won’t. I’ll even honor her pension.” A deep sad sigh left her lips. “She and my father gave their lives to make McCloud Energy what it is today, but I now know it didn’t make either of them truly happy.”

He walked behind her and gently massaged the tense muscles in her neck. She moved her head from side to side appreciatively. “Relax, princess, relax, I’m taking you home.”

“But what about work? I’ve got so much to do.”

“I’m giving you the day off.” With that he scooped her from the executive leather chair and carried her to the door. This powerful, intelligent woman seemed to weigh practically nothing, and it pleased him that she threw her arms around his neck, and clung to him like her life depended on it.

“Okay, you’re the boss.”

* * * *

Some forty minutes later Matthew eased the Jaguar onto his driveway. Kelly had barely uttered two words during the journey. He caressed a hand to her cheek, enjoying her response as she craved his attention. She was so beautiful, and even though she was a powerful woman in her own right, he still wanted to wrap her in his arms and shield her from the evils of the world. Maybe some sex play would take her mind off things.

He eased himself from the driver’s seat, then strode around and opened her door.

She slipped elegantly from the Jag, and teased her fingers over his forearm. “I’ll go put some coffee on.” A smile briefly brushed her luscious lips, lips he wanted to kiss, to taste.

Staring into her mesmerizing silver eyes, he leaned down and touched his mouth to hers. “Keep the coffee on hold. I have something else in mind.” He slid his hands down her body and cupped her ass, squeezing it as he pulled her hard against him. Her pupils dilated, and she wound her arms around his neck, teasing her fingers through his hair.

“Mmm, and what exactly do you have in mind?” A sexy grin formed on her perfect heart-shaped face.

“Oh, I think you know, or maybe you need further instruction from your boss.”

“Sir, I don’t know wh—”

A squeal of surprise left Kelly’s lips as he roughly pushed a hand between her legs, and manhandled her over his shoulder. “I think some extra training is required.” He playfully slapped her ass, as he carried her into the house and up the stairs two at a time, enjoying her giggles and mock outrage.

Presented in intimidating purples and black, the master suite boasted an impressive selection of correctional equipment. A sawhorse and bondage table took positions of priority, while two heavyweight chains, complete with cast-iron manacles hung expectantly from the ceiling. This was his own personal playroom, and the ideal place to bring wayward slaves back into line. He laughed to himself. He’d soon make her straighten up and fly right.

Matthew leaned forward and tipped her submissive body onto the bed. She lay flat on her back, unafraid to hold his gaze. He then slipped the elegant black court shoes from her perfect tiny feet. Cupping an exquisitely formed foot in his hand, he tenderly kissed each individual toe. They flexed and curled appreciatively, and he heard a contented feline purr slip from her beautiful parted lips. He smiled—“You like this, don’t you?”—as he worked his way from the delicate bone structure of her ankle, trailing kisses up the silky smooth skin of her creamy calf, before dipping his tongue in that incredibly sexy hollow at the back of her knee.

A soft, compliant mew melted from her. “Matthew, please.”

He slowly, oh so slowly, lowered the zip securing her black pencil skirt. The curve of her womanly hips and the soft swell of her belly came into view as she helpfully lifted her ass from the mattress so he could peel it from her. The sight of the tiny black G-string barely covering her baby smooth pussy made his cock rock hard with sexual need. “Do you know how much I want you, Kelly?”

“Yes, of course I do,” she hissed. “But I want you even more.”

Her sexily spoken words made his prick twitch in his pants. Sexual anticipation mounting, he yanked the flimsy G-string to one side and gently kissed her perfectly smooth pubic bulge. “I adore this part of your body. But first I need to undress you properly.” He feathered tiny butterfly kisses to her stomach, trailing his saliva to the edge of her pink satin blouse. Matthew paused at her delicate navel, before swirling his tongue deep inside her feminine indentation, enjoying the sexy little animal noises that hitched in her throat.

Just two buttons held her silk blouse together. He popped each one in turn, then slowly smoothed the delicate material aside with his hands, revealing her large full breasts held tightly in a sexy black bra. They heaved voluptuously with her increased breathing, almost bursting from their lacey prison.

He kissed her lips as he released the front fastener, allowing her wonderful tits their freedom.

Matthew knew it was time to ease the pressure of the last few days. Kelly needed it, and frankly he did, too. That was why they were great together. They each brought something special to the relationship. He needed her compliance, her beauty, her wit, her down-to-earth personality, and she needed his guidance, his dominance, and his unwavering strength in adversity.

“Want to play a game to put all this worry behind us?”

“What sort of game?”

“Reward and denial.” He wanted to coax Kelly just a bit further into the lifestyle. Up until now he’d softened his techniques with her, but now was the time to show her that sexual pleasure could be enhanced by pain. If she didn’t like it, she only had to use her safeword.

“Sounds interesting, but what is it?”

“You get to have as many orgasms as you can, and I have to stop you from achieving them.”

“How can you stop me coming?”

“With a flogger, a strap, my fingers, and my tongue.” He licked his lips momentarily and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Mmm, my favorite things.” A smile settled on her beautiful face. “I won’t be able to stop coming if you use any of those. You’re gonna lose.”

“Ah, but you underestimate your Master, princess. Mistake, big mistake.” As their relationship progressed, he’d learned that Kelly had acquired a love of the flogger, the strap, and of course himself. She certainly enjoyed having her ass spanked, and he knew the low level of pain he inflicted turned her on.

Now was the time to raise the stakes, and show her that a higher level of pain could enhance their D/s lifestyle. After all, pain and pleasure were so intricately woven together as to be virtually indistinguishable from one another.

“Allow me to explain, my slave. There is only one rule in the game of reward and denial. The rule is this. You must tell me when you’re about to climax. I then, have to try and stop you. If I succeed I win the game. If you climax you win. Do we have a deal?”

A sensuous “I’m gonna win” smile drifted to her lips. “You bet.”

“Then slip your panties off. I need to sensitize your clit.”

“What with?”

Matthew summoned up a slightly sterner demeanor. “The time for questioning is over. The contract is already in force.” He pulled open a drawer in the bedside table, and took out a small plastic tube roughly half the size of a hypodermic syringe. He turned back to her and held it up.

“What the hell is that?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Now get those panties off. Don’t make me tell you again.”

“If you insist, Sir,” she murmured seductively, wriggling out of her barely-there G-string. With a beaming smile to her face, she threw them at him. He laughed as the scrap of lace glanced off his chest and then fell sexily to the floor.

“That’s no way to treat your Master. Come here.” Matthew firmly took hold of her feet.

She thrashed her legs about, completely at his mercy. “That tickles, Sir, please don’t.”

“Hold still.” He slowly drifted his hands up her legs, spreading her thighs wider until his head was level with her beautiful, smooth pussy. Her feminine folds opened up before him like the petals of an exquisite tropical flower. Kelly was perfect in every way. He couldn’t resist running his tongue along the entire length of her slit, enjoying the satisfying hitch in her throat as he reached her clit. She tasted divine, and he hungrily sucked and licked her womanly pearl, feeling the very essence of her sexual being, engorge and ripen in his mouth.

When he lifted his head from her feminine wetness and glanced up, Kelly lay on her back, her body arched, the muscles of her slender neck stretched in ecstasy. This perfect woman blew him away every time.

“Oh, God, please.” Kelly’s whimpers of ecstasy grew more vocal as he placed the small suction device over of her sexual nub. He loved seeing the essence of her womanhood helplessly constrained by the clear plastic tube. He looked directly into her wondrous silver eyes and began sucking the air out, creating a vacuum.

“Please, Sir, please.”

When her clit swelled to two or three times its normal size, he rolled a flexible rubber ring down the outside of the device. It slipped off the bottom of the tube and tightly squeezed the base of her clit, trapping the blood within. When he removed the pump, her clit remained huge and engorged, the sensitive bead protruding from its protective hood. This would keep her arousal on high alert.

Using an index finger, Matthew teased the tender, pulsing nub, savoring the submissive whimpers of wanton desire that drifted from her parted lips. In an obvious state of sexual arousal, her upper body lifted repeatedly from the bed. Her breasts thrusting skyward in pleasurable surrender, while her stomach softly undulated. “Sir, that feels so, so good.” When he traced the outline of her vulnerable clit with his tongue, he heard her suck in a deep almost uncontrollable breath, and knew she was close to orgasm.