“You’re not wearing the outfit I instructed you to wear.”
“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t time things properly, and I didn’t want to keep you waiting. I hoped this would please you.”
He walked closer to the bed, a smile turning up his lips as he took in the graceful line of her naked body folded on the bed. With her chest pressed tight against the duvet, her breasts were hidden from view. He’d bet her nipples were hard.
He stroked his hand over the curve of her creamy derriere, enjoying the feel of her smooth, silken skin.
“Yes, I like seeing you on display like this very much, but you must learn to follow my commands to the letter.”
He lifted his hand and smacked her bare ass.
“Right?” He smacked again, a little harder this time.
“Yes, Mr. Pearce,” she said breathlessly.
He caressed her slightly reddened ass a few more times, gazing at her exposed folds. They glistened in the light. He glided his fingertips over her slit and almost groaned at the feel of her slickness. He slid his fingers into her, stroking deep inside her passage. He slid his thumb over her clit, loving the catch in her breath.
She was dripping wet now. He drew in a breath and pulled from her sweet heat, then crossed to his dresser and opened one of the side drawers. He found the silicone device and returned to her. He pressed the head of the small plastic cock to her opening and pressed it inside. He pushed it in and out a couple of times, until it was thoroughly coated in her slickness, which would act as a natural lubricant, then he positioned it against her back opening.
She stiffened as he pressed it slowly forward.
“Relax. Just let it go in.”
They had shared anal sex in the past, so he knew this wouldn’t be too challenging for her, but he eased it in slowly. Once it was all the way in, the flat, round end rested against her cheeks, preventing it from being drawn further into her body.
“Good. Now sit up.”
She lowered her ass and pushed herself up, then turned and sat on the end of the bed. As his eyes feasted on her beautiful breasts, tipped with hard, tight nipples, his cock ached at the thought of the butt plug nestled tightly in her ass.
He stepped in front of her. “Now, suck my cock.”
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.” She unfastened his zipper, the delicate touch of her fingertips moving over his crotch causing his cock to twitch in excitement. She wrapped her warm fingers around him and drew him out.
He almost groaned as her lips surrounded him. She took him deep, then slid back, then glided forward again, taking him deeper each time, until he was fully immersed in her. He forked his fingers through her long auburn hair and guided her head forward and back. He resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth, just letting her do the work. She glided her hand under his balls and cupped them gently, then fondled them.
“Fuck, that feels good.” His cock ached with the need to release. “Make me come, Kate. I want to fill your mouth.”
She glided faster, tightening her lips around his shaft as she took him deep into her heat. Squeezing him as she moved.
“Oh, yeah.” Heat flared through him. “Come on, baby. I’m so close.”
Then pleasure speared through him and he erupted into her mouth.
* * *
Kate felt his cock release, filling her mouth with hot liquid. She swallowed, then glided off his deflating cock. She sat back and the butt plug shifted a little inside her, reminding her of its presence. She gazed at him, so hot she wanted him to flip her over and drive into her right now. The thought of his big, thick cock gliding into her sex while the butt plug filled her ass had her close to swooning. It would be like having two men inside her at the same time.
“Go and put on the outfit I gave you to wear. Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She stood up and hurried out the door to her r
oom. It would take almost that long to put on the tiny garment, or at least to figure it out with all the straps. She picked it up and tried to figure out what went where. She fastened a strap around her waist, then another behind her neck. The straps surrounded her breasts and crisscrossed her body. Next, she slipped on the tiny leather thong. She glanced in the mirror. The black straps against her pale skin looked very striking. And sexy, with her breasts totally naked and her nipples poking forward at full attention. Four short straps still lay on the bed. Wrist and ankle bands. She sat on the bed and began fastening each into position.
She knew she should be thinking about Matt’s lie about his relationship with Ileana. She knew she should consider walking away from this week with him. But she didn’t want to. Maybe she couldn’t trust him in the relationship department, but he wasn’t offering her a relationship … other than business. But this week … Oh, God, as soon as he’d walked into the room, she’d started getting wet. His masculine presence dominated any room, and she was helpless to resist him.
She finished fastening the second ankle strap and glanced at the clock, then shot to her feet as she realized she had less than a minute to get downstairs. She grabbed the high-heeled pumps with the metal stiletto heels that he’d given her with the outfit and hurried down the hall, knowing she’d move faster carrying them than wearing them. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she stepped into them, then continued to the kitchen.