Jeremy hissed, tensed. She had to open wider to accommodate him. The muscles in her jaw protested. She gasped when he slid all the way to the back of her mouth and bumped her throat.
“Relax around me. Control your reflexes. Breathe through your nose.”
Kelsey forced herself to beat back the panic and obey. When she wrapped her lips around Jeremy’s erection and sucked, accepting him deep, his hands tightened in her hair.
“Ah, sweetheart. Yes ...” He hardened even more in her mouth. “I’ve wanted you this way for so damn long.”
Pulling back, she lashed her tongue across his head, lapping up the salty moisture around his slit. He tensed again. And she felt her power. He might be commanding her, but in that moment, she controlled his body, his pleasure.
He was her slave.
Drawing in a breath, she slid her mouth back over his cock, down farther, taking even more of him. He tasted more stunning the second time. Strong, male, an aphrodisiac all his own. She swirled her tongue around his length, laved the head with hard suction, then grazed it with her teeth.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “You’re trying to undo me, you little vixen.”
Could she? The thought made her giddy. Kelsey applied herself again, using slow, strong sucks, dragging her tongue along every inch, tracing the vein on the underside, nibbling on the sensitive tip, tasting the weeping tip time and again. Her pace quickened. His breathing grew labored.
God, she was addicted to the flavor and feel of him, the way every ounce of his attention was focused on her and her alone. She moaned around his cock.
Jeremy’s back arched and his hands tightened in her hair again. “Cup my balls. Now.”
Kelsey complied without hesitation, fondling them gently, scraping her nails lightly along the tight sacs. He hardened again. Swelled. Pulsed on her tongue. Began fucking her mouth in hard, rapid strokes.
Ruthless, unrelenting, he held her completely still with his fist in her hair so he controlled the depth and pace of the strokes as he filled her mouth again and again. It was harsh and primal. He was on the very edge of his control, and Kelsey had never felt more feminine or desired.
“I’m going to come. You’re going to swallow everything I give you.”
She whimpered. The thought of him bathing her mouth in seed was both exciting and scary as hell. She’d never actually sucked a man off. Her forays into oral sex with David had been far briefer and less exciting. This . . . God, she couldn’t wait to do it again.
Then his grip tightened on her again and he shouted, “Kelsey!”
His salty release sprayed across her tongue, the back of her throat. She swallowed once, twice, her tongue still moving over him. He gushed into her mouth again, and she drank greedily, her heart pounding as if she’d run a race.
Jeremy’s breathing was uneven when he gently pulled away from her mouth a moment later and released his harsh grip on her hair. He smoothed it with the stroke of his hand, soothing her scalp with a tender massage.
His eyes narrowed suddenly, and he wiped a finger along the corner of her mouth, then held it up for her inspection. Another drop of semen dotted his fingertip.
“Open up. I said every drop.”
Slowly, she parted her lips.
“Tongue out. I want to watch.”
Heat burned through her all over again. Could she get any wetter? Could she want a man any more than she wanted Jeremy?
Eagerly, she stuck out her tongue. He set the pad of his finger right in the middle, and she tasted both the salt of his skin and his seed.
“Suck it.”
Immediately, she complied, closing her eyes to savor the flavor of him all over again.
He moaned. “Excellent. How’s your jaw?”
“A bit sore,” she admitted with a smile. “So are my knees.”
“Hmm.” His expression was one she’d seen many times. He had something up his sleeve, and she’d never guess what. “I’m not quite ready to move you yet. Stay there.”
For Jeremy, a little discomfort was nothing. “Yes, sir.”
“So sweetly submissive. You’re doing well.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, her cheek, as he glided a palm down the line of her spine. His other hand dipped beneath her to fondle her breasts. “Look down. Watch me touch you.”
She did. Her flesh looked pale against his tanned hands, and the sight aroused her unbearably. Kelsey squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to hold in a delicious gasp as he caressed the swells of her breasts with the utmost care, then pinched her nipples roughly. The sensation arrowed straight between her legs.
“You have the most incredible breasts. Many Doms like their subs naked at all times in the privacy of their home, but you need support.”
She did. Being bare for Jeremy sounded heavenly, but there was no way going without a bra wouldn’t hurt.
“I know what you need. Once I send it to you, you’ll wear it when I ask.”
Inside, she both rejoiced at his desire and cried at the futility. “Yes, sir.”
Again, Jeremy’s hand engulfed her breast before he pinched one nipple, then the other, sliding heat through her bloodstream. Then he trailed one finger down her abdomen, dipping into her belly button. With a faint smile, he rimmed her innie a few times. Unable to help herself, she giggled.
“You’re ticklish?”
“Helplessly.”
As he lifted her chin until her gaze met his, she was struck by the warmth and lingering smile. “Another reason to adore you.”
He bent and kissed the tip of her nose, pressed his forehead to hers, and closed his eyes for a heartbeat. She did the same, feeling the reverence of the moment.
“You’re beyond my every fantasy. I love you,” he murmured against her mouth.
Jeremy never said anything he didn’t mean. Her heart stopped as joy and wonder slid through her. Kelsey had hoped, but never dared to imagine he felt this way about her. No way she could deny him anything now. To have this much of him and not the rest would be unbearable torture. No doubt, being intimate with both a friend and her boss would bring trouble, but she’d worry about it tomorrow. She’d waited years for this moment. She wasn’t waiting anymore.
“I love you, too.”
Peace washed over his face before it darkened again. In that instant, she knew he was wondering how she could have gone to bed with one of her other friends if she loved him. It would only start a discussion that would go nowhere and get them nothing but frustration and tears.
Knowing she had mere seconds to divert him, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his penis.
Jeremy stilled. “Kelsey ...”
It was a warning, pure and simple.
“Are you done with me, sir?”
She continued to stroke him, and he drew in a deep breath as he hardened, lengthened in her hand. “Of course not.”
Kelsey sent him a saucy smile, then glanced at his erection, now every bit as strong as before. “It appears not.”
“Vixen,” he muttered. “On your back, hands above your head.”
The command came so swiftly, it took Kelsey a moment to process. Jeremy stilled in displeasure, and she scrambled to obey.
Nodding as she arranged herself across his desk, he stroked her belly again. “Legs over the edge, sweetheart, thighs and all.”
Ridiculously eager, she quickly complied.
“Good girl. Legs spread. Wide.” The frown in his voice was reflected on his face. “Wider.”
He tapped the insides of her knees until she opened her thighs to his satisfaction. Her inner thighs burned with the stretch and effort as cool air hit her slick flesh. But nothing could cool her raging need. Hot, ready to burst, she writhed under the dark intent in his gaze. As his palms skated over her breasts, abdomen, her sex, she saw the male craving to dominate and conquer tighten his face.
Jeremy gritted his teeth, then bent to retrieve his necktie. He rounded the desk and approached her, grabbing her hands in his grip. With brisk
movements, he wrapped the tie around her wrists, then secured the ends to the metal bookshelf bracket mounted into the wall above her head. Every muscle in his shoulders and forearms strained as he knotted the tie. Twice. No easy fastening, no mere ornament of bondage, this binding would hold until he released her.
“Too tight?” His tone warned her not to lie.
“No.” Her voice quivered, as did her belly.
She was literally at his mercy now. Rationally, she knew he would never hurt her. But she felt so helpless and hungry. Jeremy could either grant her pleasure or withhold it. A fact he was well aware of, given the predatory smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
“Remember, no coming until I say so.”
She had absolutely no practice trying to hold her orgasm back and wondered if she’d be able to.
“Kelsey?”
“Yes, sir.”
He ran his knuckles down her throat, between her breasts, all the way to her drenched sex. With a wicked smile, he grazed her clit. Once. Her back arched, and she gasped, staring helplessly at his dark face. There was no question he was enjoying himself.
“Your whole body is trembling. It’s beautiful to know I hold you in the palm of my hand. I can give you pleasure . . . or make you wait.”
Please, please, give me pleasure.
“Somewhat like you had the ability to choose to give or withhold sex for the last four years.”
Uh-oh. Now her real punishment would begin. The spanking . . . a mere warm-up.
“I see you understand. Do you think these last years have been easy for me, Kelsey?”
“They’ve been difficult for me, too,” she insisted.
His strong, square jaw tightened. “But you let Rhys or Tucker end your celibacy.”
She opened her mouth to explain. He held up a hand and shook his head.
“I don’t want details. You broke a promise, one I took very seriously.”
“I didn’t plan to,” she argued. “Besides, it’s not as if you’ve been without sex.”
The reality that she’d all but pushed him into other women’s arms suddenly filled her with sick regret. Instead of keeping Jeremy at a distance, she could have been with him.
Except there were her relationships with Rhys and Tucker . . .
“Ever notice how many of my dates are short brunettes with curly hair and lush figures?”
A parade of his previous girlfriends marched through her brain. Oh my God . . . “All of them.”
He nodded. “I’ve been substituting, hoping for the real thing, waiting for your feelings and desire to develop, for your trust to grow. I know I’m asking a lot of you . . . Submission, devotion. I wanted you to come to me.”
Kelsey bit her lip and tears stabbed the back of her eyes. “I didn’t know. I mean, I knew you wanted to sleep with me.”
He scoffed. “Did you think I just wanted sex?”
“I—I . . . suppose.”
Surprise flared across his face as he planted his palms on either side of her body and leaned over her. “Let me absolve you of that foolishness. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make you mine in every way. My wife, the mother of my children, my everything. I’ll be thirty-eight in two months. I’ve devoted most of my adulthood to my career. Now, I want to devote myself to you.”
She looked up at him with wide eyes, and her heart flipped. Words escaped her.
Resolution firmed his expression as he parted her legs wide again. She held in a groan and waited. A heartbeat passed, another . . . Then he caressed the inside of her thighs.
“You’re wet. Very.”
And he sounded like that pleased him.
His stare was glued to her face as he eased two fingers inside her and teased the front wall of her sex. Oh . . . wow. She sucked in a breath. That spot. He’d found it immediately. Then he settled his thumb over her clit and rubbed in torturously slow circles.
Her eyes widened as she watched him watch her, ruthless determination all over his face. He intended to drive her up hard, high, fast.
Kelsey’s entire body tensed in the charged silence and she grabbed onto his tie in desperation, spreading her thighs even wider.
“God, you look delicious. You feel incredible, so tight, your sweet pussy clamping down on my fingers, your clit swelling.”
No man had ever talked to her like that. Though she couldn’t explain why, Kelsey loved it. The rawness of his language, coupled with the wonder in his voice, the tenderness in his eyes.
And those magical, unrelenting fingers.
Orgasm began to close in on her, the ache building between her legs, became a sharp burn that rose and grew. Her cream drenched his fingers, dripped down to her back entrance. She could hardly breathe. The anticipation was overwhelming. Fighting off climax became impossible.
Just when she felt the first stirrings of her womb clench, Jeremy withdrew.
Thrashing, she shook her head in protest. “No. Please ...”
He dragged the barest touch over her clit, and she lifted her hips to the touch. He pulled away. “Please what?”
“I need you.”
“To do what?” He grazed her clit again. “Be specific. Make me believe you want me.”
Kelsey stared at him as his eyes drilled her with naked lust. A million thoughts ran through her brain as he slowly grazed her sensitive little bud again and again, keeping her on the razor’s edge of pleasure. It was splitting her open, destroying her mind. Every bit of her burned and strained for him.
Jeremy wasn’t going to relent or give in. He’d accept nothing less than total surrender.
She swallowed and said two words she’d never said in her life. “Fuck me.”
Jeremy rounded the desk, settling himself between her legs, then growled, “No. I can fuck anyone. You’re different. Try again.”
Frowning, Kelsey tried to puzzle it out. She knew what she wanted, but didn’t men usually just want to get off?
Since Jeremy loved her and wanted to devote his life to her, clearly not. She’d underestimated the depth of his feeling again.
“Make love to me?”
He seized her thighs, pulled her closer, and gave her a pirate’s smile. “Yes. Now and always.”
Then Jeremy began easing into her, through her swollen, aching flesh. She burned and hissed as he pressed deep, until he’d buried every bit of himself inside her. Then he leaned over her and canted forward, going deeper still.
Kelsey grabbed the tie with a gasp. She felt him everywhere. No part of her wasn’t filled up with him: her sex, her eyes, her heart.
Jeremy groaned, long and low. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you. So tight. Perfect.”
Before she could comment that he felt perfect, too, he withdrew slowly, then rammed home with a power and precision that had her grabbing his tie again until her fingers were numb and she shouted his name.
“Gorgeous. Give everything to me.”
As if she could hold anything back from Jeremy.
His thumb brushed her clit again, then he leaned on his elbows, so close she could see the beads of sweat at his temples and dampening his hairline, so intimate that his breath brushed her lips. “You look flushed, needy, that pretty mouth open and ready to beg. I’ll look at this desk every day and remember your surrender.”
Kelsey looked into his eyes that had gone black with desire and swallowed. She’d look at this desk every day and remember, too. Desire clawed higher, juicing her bloodstream. She was entirely his in that moment—tied to his desk, at his mercy, filled with his cock, slave to his seductive words. She cried out as her body raced closer to the pinnacle of pleasure with each thrust.
As she clamped down on him, seconds from orgasm, he backed away, his stare chastising her. “I didn’t give you permission.”
“I don’t know how to stop it! You—ah, God . . . You make me want so bad—”