The Taking of Clara (3 page)

“I
shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.

“Why?
You want me, Clara. I want you.” Matthew took her hand in his. He placed her
palm over his crotch. Clara felt his hard cock against her hand. The size alone
was unmistakable through the layers of clothing. Losing her virginity had hurt.
She knew without even asking that Matthew would make her see the stars in his
arms. He wanted her to feel pleasure.

The
top few buttons of her shirt were opened. His tongue glided over the top parts
of her breasts.

“I
will give you the world, Clara.” His voice hypnotized her as he unbuttoned the
last of the buttons of her blouse. Next, he removed the blouse from her body.
She sat on his desk half-dressed. The white lace of her bra did nothing to hide
her body from his gaze.

Matthew
pulled away. She stared at him, knowing he waited for her response.

“What
do I have to do?” she asked. No one would give the world away for nothing.
Matthew being a shrewd business man would want something in return. Everything
in life came with a price.

He
moved the hair off her face.
His touch more gentle than she
anticipated.
She sat on his desk with her legs spread wide. Clara felt
exposed with the way he took the time to stare into her eyes. She felt him
staring deep into her soul. Clara didn’t have the strength to deny him. Who
would? Matthew offered her everything while she held nothing of any value to
give him. Why did he want her when he could have so many other
woman
?

“Give
yourself to me, Clara. Don’t hold anything back. In return you’ll want for
nothing.”

Biting
her lip she stared back at him. How could she deny him? The attraction had been
building for far longer than she ever realized…since the moment they had met.

“Nothing
is ever that easy,” she said.

“I
can make it easy, Clara.” He helped her off the desk. Matthew took her hand,
escorting her round to the other side of the desk. Matthew sat down then pulled
her onto his lap. His arm went around her waist. Even with her on his lap he remained
taller than her. He reached inside a draw, then handed her the file he pulled
out. “Sign this. That’s all you have to do.”

“What
is it?” She lifted the pages, scanning a few words. None of the words stood out
to her or made sense.

“I
know about your father’s debts. Sign this contract and you become mine.”

“What
happens to the debts?” she asked.

He
stroked the side of her waist. She tried to suck her stomach in to hide her
excess weight. With the way he touched her she didn’t have much chance of
holding anything in. He undid her in so many ways.

“They’ll
be taken care of. Clara. You’ll be mine in every sense of the word.”

“You
can’t buy me.”

“I
don’t need to buy what is already mine.” He kissed her neck, leaning her back
to rest on him. “You know we’ll be good together.” Matthew cupped her breasts
in his palms. She dropped the contract on the table as she was overridden with
pleasure. The pleasure started from her nipples down to her clit. If this is
what he could do with his hands, what could he do with other parts of his
anatomy?

Sign the damn contract. You want to be his
in every sense of the word. Why deny yourself this kind of pleasure?

Chapter Four

Matthew
cupped her tits, feeling her nipples harden beneath his hands. She was his. Her
consent to be his would happen in a matter of minutes. He opened the front
clasp of her bra. Matthew loved the way her breasts spilled out into his waiting
hands. Her little moans made his dick as hard as a rock. Matthew wanted to
forget about his plans. The desire to sink inside her tight heat consumed him with
each second she lay in his arms.

He
wanted her name on the contract before he did anything else. The need to bind
her to him in every possible way meant more to him than a quick fuck on his
desk. Not many
Doms
would find a catch like Clara.
Her natural submissive side called to the Dom inside him. He saw that woman
inside Clara. Her full luscious body lured him in along with her submissive
ways. Matthew didn’t care about the consequences. He’d willingly keep Clara, no
matter what the circumstances meant to him.

Once
she signed along the dotted line she would be his. There would be no chance of
escape. His plan fell into place. He nibbled on her ear lobe. She melted
against him. Her ass rubbed against his cock.

“Nothing
will ever happen to you. Your debts will be paid and those of your father will
be gone. All you need to do is sign your name. Become mine, Clara.” He thumbed
her nipples distracting her. Matthew saw her trying to argue. Her submission
showed to him and him alone. He’d witnessed her arguing with others. Matthew
knew she could look after herself.
 
The
connection between them was undeniable. He would be a fool to let her go. “Give
me your answer, Clara.”

There
was no time to wait. He would spend the rest of their lives showing her his need
for her. Who needed to date when they had the rest of their lives to get to
know one another? He knew no other woman would appeal to him the way she did.

“Yes,
I’ll sign the contract.” He eased his hands away from her then handed her a
pen. She spent a short time skimming through the pages. He knew she hadn’t read
all the words. The legal jargon swallowed everything else up. The contract
would never hold up in a court of law. She didn’t need to know that. The
contract would be legally binding for them. He didn’t care about the rest of
the world. Only Clara mattered to him.

He
drummed his hands on the desk beside her. His impatience growing as she
continued to fake-read the document. He refused to rush her even with his
impatience. Their time together would start today. They would have the next
fifty or so years to be together. He’d waited this long for her. Another few
minutes wouldn’t be a problem?

To
distract himself, he ran his fingers over her back. The smoothness of her skin captivated
him. She would look amazing with the redness of a cane or crop against her
flesh. He imagined her tied to his bed with her arms spread out wide—her
glorious body on display for him. When she was ready he would take his time
with her.

“Here
you go,” she said, handing him the signed contract with the pen. Matthew took
them from her with a smile. Everything fell into place. The next stage of his
plan required her to move everything she owned inside his house.

He
made her stand then place her hands on top of his desk. Matthew pushed her
skirt back up then tore off her panties. He felt the change inside her as she gave
herself to him. He opened her legs. “You’re mine.”

He
ran his fingers through her creamy slit. Matthew knew so much about her already.
He knew she was clean from her last physical exam. Part of him disliked how
much he knew about her when she knew absolutely nothing about him. Knowing how
he took his coffee or how he liked his bagel were not the types of things he
wanted her to know. In time that would all change. She’d know every part of him
soon. This was probably the strangest seduction he’d ever done but he’d been
desperate to claim her. Matthew pushed two fingers inside her cunt feeling her
grip him. He knew her previous experience extended to sex in a car. Other than
that, she had nothing else. He intended to provide everything for her.

He
leaned closer inhaling her musky feminine scent, her clit swollen with need. He
saw her cream leaking out of her. Her body already prepared for him. Licking
his lips, he couldn’t wait to taste her.

With
a flick of his tongue he licked from her entrance to her clit. He tasted her
essence for the first time. She tasted exquisite.

Clara
didn’t fight him. She leaned back on her hands as he licked her pussy. The many
hours he had spent observing her and wondering what she’d taste like had been worth
the wait. Her taste by far superior than any food he’d ever tasted. He watched
her come apart in his arms. Each ripple of her release did things to his body
he wasn’t ready for. Her seduction meant more to him than coming quickly. He
wanted to show her the wonders he could create with her body. Soon she would
open up like a flower and blossom under his teaching.

Her
moans echoed around his office. The delightful sounds spurred him on. Matthew added
another finger inside her pussy. He teased her clit until she sobbed over his
desk, begging him for more. From that day forward, whenever he sat at his desk
he would see her coming apart under him. The memory would be forever burned in
his mind, a pleasant memory to take with him for the rest of his life.

Smashing
his tongue against her hard bud he felt her pussy flutter around his fingers as
he kept his attention focused on her clit. She cried out. Her hands gripped the
edge of his desk. She kept pushing her pelvis up against his face. Pulling his
fingers from her pussy, he held onto her waist keeping her in place as he
licked her clit. Within seconds of his touch she came apart. Her screams grew louder
with her release. He would remember her pleasure sounding screams.

This
day would be known to him as the day Clara Baines became his woman. When she
came down from her orgasm, Matthew helped her to dress. He made sure every part
of her body was covered before they left his office. Security would close his
building once they departed. He escorted her to his car. Once he made sure she was
secure, he drove all the way to her apartment.

“I’ll
be coming for you tomorrow. Pack everything you can. I’ll organize for your
stuff to be moved.”

“Why?”
she asked.

“Because you’ll be living with me.
This is in the contract
you signed.” Matthew got out
to help
her get inside
her apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed her before leaving.

When
he got home, he hung his keys up. Her scent surrounded him. He inhaled her
musky fragrance and smiled. Soon, she would be all his. Once he had her to
himself inside his house then he wouldn’t need to worry anymore. His obsession
with regards to her startled him. No woman got under his skin like Clara had.
He hung his jacket on the coat rail by the door and walked to the kitchen to
make
himself
a sandwich.

His
thoughts were devoted to Clara. The way she sounded when she spoke or laughed.
The taste of her pussy on his tongue as she climaxed filled his mind. He
couldn’t wait for her to be at his beck and call.

After
his sandwich, he went to his office. He slid the key into the lock on his
hidden door. Matthew walked inside the secret room. The moment he stepped
inside he felt a deep calm overcome him.

His
favorite room in the house was his playroom. He’d designed the playroom himself.
His friend and fellow Dom Luke
Arnold,
had decorated
the room for him. Luke was a full time Dom looking for his perfect sub. Turning
on the light, he gazed around his private room. This had become the place for
him to blow off steam. The sound of a whip hitting his woman followed by their
whimper made him hotter than hell every time. He picked up his crop feeling the
tension in his muscles ease as he thought about using the crop on Clara. Her
sounds would drive him crazy. He hoped she would become comfortable with the
lifestyle.

He
didn’t want a slave. Matthew wanted a woman to be a submissive but be able to
stand by his side when the needs arose. He knew Clara could be that woman.

Tomorrow
couldn’t come fast enough. He wanted her badly.

Chapter Five

Clara
finished packing her clothes into the last suitcase she possessed. She’d felt
liberated when she’d informed her landlady she wouldn’t be coming back. Her
stuff would be picked up later by a furniture removal company. Matthew had rung
her at exactly seven that morning to make sure she would be ready for him to
collect her. He didn’t like tardiness.

Her
heart pounded as she sat nursing a can of soda. She’d skipped coffee that
morning. This was the first time she’d be seeing her boss outside of work. She
didn’t need the coffee making her jittery. Her nerves were already fried
without the added caffeine boost. Her head had to be screwed on while her body
responded to a man she barely knew. She held no control over her body’s
response to him.

Her
nerves were on edge by lunch time. She’d done the wrong thing signing that
damned contract. How could she live with a man she didn’t know, when she
couldn’t stand to live with her father?

The
knock on the door made her drop her can of soda all over the table. In a hurry
to clean up the mess and answer the door meant her shirt was covered with soda as
she tripped over the leg, toppling the table onto her. Her white shirt stained
yellow from the spilt soda.

The
knock became more persistent when she didn’t answer the door right away. Pissed
off at her quick actions she pushed the table off her. She growled down at her
shirt then walked to the door.

“I’m
coming,” she yelled. Clara had the desire to tell the person to piss off but
she kept all her anger inside. She yanked on the door and froze to the spot.
Matthew stood outside leaning against the frame.

“You
sounded a little annoyed.” His voice made her nipples harden. Her pussy creamed
as his scent overwhelmed her. She struggled with the need to be closer to him.

“Look
at me,” she gestured to her shirt, “you knocked way too loud, causing me to
spill my drink all over the table. I tried to clean the mess up. All I’ve ended
up doing is staining a good shirt in the process. This is not going to be a
good day. Also, I think I made a mistake agreeing to be your companion. I’m
freaking out a little bit.” She stopped to take a breath, regretting everything
she said. Even without coffee her mouth had run away with her words.