What Goes Up (2 page)

“What the—”

She pushed him. Honest to God, he didn’t know how to
react and simply backed up as she moved toward him, crowding him
into the corner until his back collided with the polished steel
wall. If they touched more than they were now with her hand on his
chest, he didn’t think he’d be able to control himself. Strike
that, he
knew
he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He
still loved the woman with all his heart. He just couldn’t have
her.

“I didn’t ask you a question or give you permission
to speak, did I?” She arched her eyebrow and he couldn’t believe
how sexy she looked. Instead of answering, he shook his head. She
obviously had something to say and he’d let her. As long as she got
it said. Because soon, the temptation of her being so close would
overwhelm him and he’d start barking out orders. As if he had the
right any longer.

“I’m tired, Trevor. I’m tired of you doing what you
think is best without consulting me. You got promoted and
you
decided it would be in both our interests to sever our
ties so other people wouldn’t talk about the boss dating an
employee.” She poked him in the chest and he gripped the elevator
railings. She didn’t realize it, but she was poking a bear, not a
man. “Well, I’ve come to a decision.” She planted her hands on her
hips and her breasts jiggled in their leather confines. He ached to
pull her into his arms. “You’re mine. Period. None of your bullshit
excuses will placate me or make me change my mind. I’ve decided and
that’s that.” She nodded her head with a quick jerk of her chin
that sent her ponytail swinging behind her. “You belong to me now
and I’ll be damned if I let you go.”

Trevor reached for her, unable to keep his hands to
himself any longer, but froze in mid-movement. “I wouldn’t, Trevor.
Don’t move a muscle until I give you permission. I’m damn pissed at
you and your behavior. This is about you agreeing to my demands,
not you making them, bucko.”

Knowing when to keep his mouth shut and when to
speak up was one of the reasons he’d advanced so far at Garrison
Corporation. Trevor kept his lips pressed together and hands
planted firmly on the rails, waiting for his soon-to-be fiancée’s
next move. He’d already decided on their future the moment the
elevator doors opened. The second he caught sight of her the
feelings he’d buried deep in his heart sprung to the surface. Two
months. Two months ago he’d ended their relationship and it had
been two months too long.

A woman who would strip nearly naked to surprise him
in an elevator after work and who he happened to love more than
life itself was too precious to let slip through his fingers
again
. Truth of the matter was he’d missed her and he’d been
kicking himself ever since he’d ended the relationship. Now, it
appeared she was ordering him to give their relationship another
chance, whether he deserved it or not, and he wasn’t about to waste
the opportunity.

Ashley closed what little distance remained between
them until her breasts brushed his chest, and not for the first
time, he wished they were both naked. He wanted nothing more than
to feel her smooth skin against his. But she had other plans.

“I’ve come to a decision, Trevor. You can’t be
trusted.” She punctuated her statement with a nod.

He shook his head. He hadn’t become the Chief
Financial Officer of Garrison Corporation without earning
someone’s
trust along the way. Millions passed through his
fingers daily.

“No, you can’t. You’ve proven your inability to make
important personal decisions in the way you ended our relationship,
as if it were in both our interests.” She snorted and shook her
head. “It wasn’t and you made me realize that in the business
world, your decisions are sound and almost always right.” That was
more like it. “But in your personal life, you can’t be trusted to
make good judgment calls. So I’ve taken the burden from your
shoulders. As of this moment, I’m in charge and you’re not going to
say a word in protest, are you? You know why? ‘Cause you’re not
allowed. So there.”

She wouldn’t let him get in a word edgewise. Not
that he’d disagree with her at this point. They could talk about
the balance in their relationship, and his stupidity, once they got
out of the elevator.

“Are you listening to me?”

He nodded. He wasn’t an idiot. Okay, he was, but not
anymore.

“So you don’t object?”

He shook his head, afraid to speak. The fear truly
kicked in when she smiled with a hint of evil intent and pure
pleasure in her eyes. Now he knew for sure he’d do whatever she
desired.

“So drop.” He didn’t have to be asked twice.
Scor
e
! The love of his life waltzed back into his
world and wanted to give him a blowjob. God surely was looking out
for him today. Without hesitation, he began tugging at his belt,
anxious to free his cock as it seemed intent on burrowing through
the fabric of his slacks. “You have to take off your pants to eat
me?”

Wait. He’d missed something. Something vitally
important now that he examined his situation. The previously evil-
and pleasure-filled woman before him now appeared…just
evil
.
Evil was not good. Not good at all, considering that now when he
tried
to put the pieces together all signs pointed to Ashley
pulling the Dominatrix card. He swallowed hard, trying to remember
what she’d blabbered on about while he’d been staring at her
breasts. He really should have paid attention.
Really
.

Ashley pushed his hands aside, easing the end of the
belt back through his pants loop and righting his clothes. She even
went so far as to straighten his tie. “Let me go over it again for
those of us in the room who weren’t paying attention the first time
around.
Yo
u
”—she poked him in the chest, right in the
middle of his favorite Ferragamo tie— “will listen to
me
.”
The bright red fingernail eased from his chest, and she trailed her
fingers along the curve of her breasts. He licked his lips and his
cock throbbed in his slacks. “You lost the privilege of making
decisions for yourself when you ended our relationship without due
cause. As punishment, you will not receive sexual fulfillment until
or unless I do. And at no point are your hands to be used in any
way. After which, we will put this elevator in motion and allow it
to venture to the first floor. Then we will go to
my
home,
and we’ll move on from there as long as you’ve behaved yourself
until that point. Are we clear?”

Trevor swallowed past the lump in his throat.

I am so fucked.

*

Ashley was so fucked. Any second now, Trevor would
call her bluff and they’d go back to the way things were. Hell, he
hadn’t even been listening when she’d told him her plan. She had to
repeat it! The…the
man
.

She kept her glare in place, eyebrows furrowed and
mouth firm. She’d practiced the look before. Hell, she’d seen it
from Trevor plenty of times when he’d informed her she was being a
bratty sub and to get her ass in gear. She needed to get this
right. He’d never give in and accept that they should be together
if she showed any sign of weakness now.

She took a deep breath and prayed for patience. Just
when she’d decided enough was enough, Trevor surprised her. He
lifted his hands from the railing and dropped them to his sides.
Lowering slowly, he kept his gaze on hers as he shifted to his
knees. The position placed him level with her pussy. Exactly as she
imagined. She hadn’t purchased insanely expensive four-inch
stilettos for her health. Hell, no! She’d bought them because of
how tall they’d make her and because when she wore them they’d
place her goody bits exactly where she needed most.

He dropped his attention to her breasts before
raking his gaze over her abdomen to land on her pussy. She watched
as he licked his lips and leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on
the lace covered skin. Her legs nearly buckled. Just the slightest
bit of contact from the man she loved and her knees went weak.

She kept her attention on him while he stared
intently at the juncture of her thighs. She wondered when he’d get
down to business, but she didn’t have to wonder for long. He raked
his teeth along her cloth covered labia, sending a shudder of
pleasure along her spine. She widened her stance, giving him more
access. He took the invitation and became more aggressive, biting
and tugging at her panties, growling when the cloth wouldn’t
give.

After a minute ticked by, Trevor still fighting with
the fabric and not making any headway, she dropped her head back
with a huff. Men. Sometimes, they couldn’t see the forest for the
trees. Or the trees for the forest. Whatever. The point was, he
couldn’t make his way out of a building even if the door was
labeled “push.”

Annoyed, she winced when he started tugging on her
panties as if he was a puppy and they were his favorite chew toy.
Damn, that hurt and not in a good way
. Ashley stroked the
top of Trevor’s head, sifted through his silky dark hair, and
tightened her grip until he grunted. She pulled his face away from
her pussy. It ached and throbbed and begged for
tender
attention. She didn’t have time for him to be oblivious to what was
right in front of him.

“Trevor, see these lovely strings on my hips?” His
gaze flicked to hers and then back to the ties on her hips. He
nodded, albeit only a hint of movement due to her hold. “They hold
my panties on. Should you want them off, you’ll have to start
there.”

Ashley released her grip and he didn’t hesitate.
Trevor tugged at the ties with his teeth until the right side came
undone, and he quickly moved to the left. In seconds, her panties
drifted to the floor between her feet. Fina-give me some oral
sexin’-lly.

Legs just over shoulder width apart, Ashley braced
her hands on the elevator wall above Trevor. This position granted
him easier access while giving her the hope that she wouldn’t
embarrass herself by falling flat on her ass. Not that she hadn’t
done so before from Trevor’s talented tongue, but now wasn’t the
time to show weakness to the normally dominant man.

He licked then nipped her labia. Nose pressed
against her mound, he sucked the protective flesh into his mouth
before he released it to devote the same attention on the other
side. Ashley’s pussy clenched and ached with arousal, growing
heavier as seconds ticked by. The evidence of her excitement, slick
and musky, seeped from her core. Trevor couldn’t seem to get
enough. He moaned against her. The vibrations shot through her
cunt, causing another tremor of need to sweep through her
pussy.

His tongue delved between her lower lips, lapping at
her heat, but avoiding her clit altogether. Frustrated from his
teasing, she reacted, lightning fast. She tangled her fingers in
his hair once again and pressed his face against her pussy as she
rocked her hips and bent her knees. Her new position increased the
glorious pressure of his mouth against her.

“Do it right, Trevor, or you won’t get to do it at
all,” she growled, tightening her hold on his hair. He winced, but
increased his efforts. The tip of his tongue found her clit with
unerring accuracy and circled the tiny engorged nub. Round and
round he circled, fastening his lips around the aroused flesh and
sucking as he flicked and licked her.

Ashley rode his face, rocking and grinding her hips
against him as he worked his magical tongue on her pussy. She kept
her fingers tangled in his hair, loving the bit of control her hold
added to the situation. She directed him as she saw fit, tugging
and turning his head while she pressed her lower lips to his mouth.
She dropped her head back and eased her legs further apart, opening
herself to Trevor as much as she could without toppling over. With
the widened stance, he could reach the very center of her cunt, and
she moaned when he teased the opening.

He didn’t linger long, lapping at her juices before
returning to her clit. “That’s it, Trev, make me come. Gonna come
on your face, baby.”

Just the words alone sent shivers down Ashley’s
spine only to be amplified by Trevor’s answering groan. Telltale
tingles skittered and skipped along Ashley’s nerves. Her toes
curled in her shoes, and she knew her orgasm wasn’t far off. She
pulled his face closer and ground down. He seemed to sense her
impending release and increased his efforts. More suction, more
flicking, more licking, just
more
.

Ashley raised her head and opened her eyes before
turning her attention to the man between her legs. Their gazes
remained locked as she reached for her peak with gasping breaths.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically, tightening and relaxing as if
begging to be filled. The spasms didn’t stop at her cunt. They
traveled through her entire body, every muscle answering her
orgasm’s call. Focus intent on Trevor, she let out a keening cry of
release when the pure pleasure washed through her in giant waves
that nearly brought her to her knees.

Body convulsing and jerking, her attention didn’t
waver. Regardless of the games she played, in the end it was the
two of them that mattered most. She thought she saw a look of
triumph slide over Trevor’s features, quickly replaced with what
she hoped was the love he held for her, and only for her.

As soon as the spasms became manageable, she
released her grip on his hair and took a step back. He relinquished
her clit with a reluctant pop, holding on till the last possible
moment, before settling back on his haunches.

She needed to regain control. While the orgasm had
been wonderful compared to what she’d been able to do for herself
these past couple of months, she couldn’t let him snare the upper
hand.

Ashley held out her hand, angry that it shook, and
demanded the return of power. “The tie, Trevor.” He froze, and the
lazy, cocky grin he’d held slipped to form a look of trepidation
and confusion. She wouldn’t be denied. Orgasm or not, this was her
show. “The. Tie.”