A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (28 page)

Carla was
startled when Jason pulled a seat close to his and patted it but she sat down
quickly. He took the other chair and opened a small leather folder that sat on
the table before him. While he studied the contents she folded her hands in her
lap and tried not to be too obvious when she glanced around at the others at
the table.

Though she
had never attended an office meeting before, everything seemed just as she
would have expected it to be. The eight men and four women seated around the
table were all dressed in business suits, of varying levels of
conservativeness, and in front of each of them was a folder, identical to the
one Jason was reading, along with a notepad, several pens and a glass. In the
middle of the table were several jugs filled with water.

It all
seemed completely normal, except for her presence at the meeting, which she
didn’t understand, and the fact that Jason and Daniel were the only ones not
staring at her, either openly or covertly. She figured they were probably as
curious about her presence there as she was herself, but it didn’t make her
feel any better about being studied by a dozen people.

Smiling
awkwardly Carla looked down at her hands and did her best to ignore the looks,
which were making her more than a little uncomfortable.

“I guess
we should get this meeting underway,” Jason said, looking up from his folder.
“I notice you are all staring at my friend, is there a problem?” he asked; he
already knew why they were looking at Carla since he had arranged everything,
but Carla didn’t and he had to play along with what he had set up.

Daniel
stood. “Well, Jason, we aren’t sure why you have invited your, lady friend,
into our business meeting.” It was only with a supreme effort that he was able
to keep his face straight, the look on Carla’s face at his description of her
made him want to laugh, but he knew he couldn’t afford to, that would only
spoil what Jason had planned.

“Do you
all agree with Daniel? Are you all wondering why my friend is here?” Jason
asked, allowing his voice to deepen and take on a commanding note.

It was one
of the women to Carla’s right who spoke up, nibbling her lip nervously as she
did. “In my opinion,” she gained a little confidence when several of the other
people around the table nodded their heads to show they were in agreement, “it
is highly unprofessional of you to bring someone into this meeting who has no
place here. Our clients require absolute confidentiality in all business dealings
and your ‘friend’s’ presence might well jeopardize that.”

Carla
squirmed in her chair as the woman glared at her, making her feel as though she
was a bug the woman longed to squash underfoot.

“It seems
my business etiquette leaves something to be desired; perhaps I should show you
why I have brought her here.” He glanced around the group, one brow raised,
looking for any further comments.

“I think
that would be appropriate,” a balding middle-aged man agreed.

“Sweetheart,
would you please stand up for me.” Jason shook his head in mock aggravation.

Carla
hoped he was sending her from the room; it was readily obvious she wasn’t
welcome there, so she stood and pushed back her chair, waiting for him to
speak.

Standing, Jason
moved behind Carla and put his hands on her waist. “She is here,” he said,
“because I enjoy touching her, and can’t keep my hands off her.” He allowed his
hands to trail up from her waist and then move round to cup her breasts.

“Sir?” Carla’s
face burned in embarrassment as he groped her and her hands moved to cover his
as she lowered her eyes, humiliated by what he was doing.

“So you’ve
brought your whore to a business meeting, a meeting that involves a
considerable amount of money and the fate of several companies.” A tall blond
man shook his head, a look of disgust on his face.

With quick
fingers Jason undid the buttons on the front of Carla’s shirt and she gasped,
attempting to still his hands, as he pulled it open. “Sir, maybe I should
leave.” Please, for the love of chocolate, she silently prayed, just get me the
fuck out of here.

“Why
should these people determine what I do with you, sweet girl?” he asked.
Grabbing her hands he pulled them down to her sides and then he tugged her
shirt from her skirt and opened it wide, ensuring that everyone in the room
could see her bra and her clenched abdomen.

“This is
an outrage, Jason,” a sophisticated looking woman said angrily, shaking her
head as she rapidly tapped her pen on the table. “You should keep your sex life
behind closed doors.”

What the
hell was he doing? He had lost his damned mind, she thought, her face burning
hotter than ever. “Sir, please!” She was trembling she was so angry with him
for what he was doing, while the shock of his unexpected actions kept her arms
frozen to her sides. Had she been able to move them she would have covered
herself, and to hell with his dislike of her disobeying him.

Paying no
attention to Carla’s words, or the distress in her voice, Jason pulled her
shirt off her shoulders and slid it down her arms. He kicked it out of the way
when it dropped to the floor while he unclasped her bra; her bra was on the
floor with her shirt before she had a chance to realize what he was doing.
“Have you looked at her tits?” he grinned as he asked the question, cupping
them gently and squeezing them, pinching her nipples to make them erect.

Mortified Carla
attempted to turn toward him, to hide herself with his body, but he released
her breasts and grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. “Don’t you dare
let them make you feel bad for doing what I command. Stand still and show them
how proud you are of your body!” Every eye in the room was focused on his
beautiful girl and the thought that none of them could have her, though they
almost certainly wanted her, turned him on more than he would have admitted.

“Perhaps
you should show us more, Jason. If you are going to flaunt your whore before us
you can at least make it entertaining.” Laughing softly the thirty something
year old man leaned back, his arms crossed in front of him, his enjoyment
evident on his face.

She
couldn’t believe that a group of professionals, lawyers and businesspeople,
could behave like dogs in heat, but that was how they seemed to her. Despite
the disgust a couple of them had expressed they were all watching her avidly,
waiting to see what Jason was going to do with her next.

Her mind
screamed for her to run, to break free from Jason’s grasp and run from the
room, to get as far from the scene of such embarrassment as she could. Despite
her mind’s advice she didn’t flee, she didn’t even attempt to. That part of her
that had found pleasure in everything Jason had pushed her to do over the past
week rose to the surface again, and to her dismay Carla found herself becoming
aroused by being displayed to his business associates.

Jason was
impressed as he reached down between them to unzip her skirt. Though she had
made a few token protests she was not resisting him as he had expected her to.
He had been sure she would be punching and clawing at him to get him to stop
long before now.

“You’re
beginning to enjoy this, aren’t you, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear as he
pushed her skirt down over her hips so it slid to the floor, leaving her in
just her panties and shoes.

Damn she
was fucking beautiful, he thought, standing there with her breasts on display,
just a thin piece of material hiding her sex from the thirteen pairs of eyes
that were hungrily drinking in the sight of her.

Taking a
clump of her hair in his hand he pulled her head back roughly so he could
whisper some more. “You see how they’re looking at you, they want you, they
want to touch you, to suck on your nipples, to rip your panties away and drink
from your core.” As he spoke, his words spreading a tingle of desire through
her, his free hand traced its way over her breasts and down her quivering
abdomen.

His
fingers paused at the band of her panties, waiting there until she moaned,
telling him she was eager for him to continue, and so he did. He slid his
fingers into her panties and down across her smooth mound; soon enough he was
between her folds, where he discovered the moisture that told him he had been
right, she was enjoying what he was doing.

Carla felt
her breathing quicken as his fingers reached her core and she looked around
wildly at the strangers watching her. What the hell was wrong with her? She
wondered. It wasn’t right, she shouldn’t be letting him touch her in front of a
bunch of strangers, but his fingers felt so good. Her mind was screaming a
million things at her all at once and she didn’t know which way to turn. All
she could do was groan at the pleasure his fingers brought her.

Pulling
his fingers from her drenched folds Jason grasped her underwear, and with one
quick tug he tore it from her, tossing it aside like the scrap of material it
now was. Carla gasped and brought her hands round to cover her bare mound, but
a quick slap on the butt told her he wasn’t going to allow that and she
reluctantly moved her hands out of the way. “What should I do with this
beautiful slut?” he asked of no one in particular.

Carla knew
she should hate him for talking about her like that, but she couldn’t, she
found it just as much a turn on as everything else he was doing. He was turning
her into just what he had called her, she thought as a fresh surge of blood
colored her cheeks. “Sir, please!” She didn’t know whether her words were a
plea for him to stop or an encouragement, she was too confused.

“I think
you should fuck her,” Daniel said with a grin as his friend’s fingers returned
to Carla’s mound. He was amazed she hadn’t stopped it yet, he’d been sure she
would end it long before it reached that point. He and Scarlett had had their
biggest fight ever over a scene like the one Jason was playing out just then. Scarlett
had gone through with it in the end, but she had given him hell afterward.

At Daniel’s
words Jason pushed two fingers deep into Carla’s core, while with his other he
pulled her head back sharply by her hair. “What do you think, sweetheart?” he
growled hungrily. “Should I bend you over this table and fuck that sweet little
pussy of yours until you cum?”

She
whimpered as his fingers probed her, erasing her awareness of anything else. It
was so wrong, her mind screamed, she shouldn’t be allowing it to happen, but
her body demanded more.

“I asked
you a question, girl.” His fingers pushed deeper inside her and his thumb
grazed over her piercing, knowing how her body would react to the stimulation.

“No, Sir!”
she cried out defiantly, wishing she had the strength to pull away from him,
and hating herself for wanting to give in to him. She couldn’t believe she had
become the kind of person who would even consider letting a man touch her as Jason
was just then, in front of a group of strangers.

Allowing
his thumb to rub back and forth over her piercing again Jason felt her core
clench at him, and knew she was about to cum. With a chuckle he slid his
fingers from her. “Apparently my little slut doesn’t want to fuck.” He kept his
hands on her thigh, knowing how unfulfilled she was.

Part of
her wanted him to touch her again, at the same time she was glad he wasn’t
forcing the issue, she didn’t think she could bring herself to say no a second
time. Clenching her thighs together she did her best to get her body under
control, not understanding how she could be so turned on by such treatment.

“Lean over
the table,” Jason commanded softly. If she thought things were over she still
had a lot to learn about him, he thought. The games had only just begun.

“Sir, I
don’t want to be with you in front of all these people.” How she found the
courage to deny him again she didn’t know, especially when her body was aching
for him so badly.

“Trust me,
girl, I won’t fuck you until you beg me to, now lean over the table; don’t make
me ask again!”

Not sure what
Jason was intending Carla nervously leaned forward, resting her cheek on the
cool table. From that position she wasn’t able to see behind her to where Jason
was, and that made her all the more nervous, since she had no warning of his
intentions.

“If we’re
not going to fuck, sweet girl,” Jason said, taking out a long ruler and raising
it, “I’m going to make that sexy ass of yours red,” he brought the ruler down
sharply on her heart-shaped ass, which made her cry out with the sudden pain,
“so everyone will know what a bad girl you are.”

The sting
of the ruler burned her butt cheeks, while the cheeks on her face burned red
with humiliation over his words. He struck her again and again with the ruler
until her cries of pain combined into one long drawn out wail. “Please, Sir!”
she begged, gripping the edge of the table with all her strength. She was
almost at the end of her tolerance and wished she had just let him take her.
That might be just as embarrassing, but at least it would be less painful.

“Your choice,
Carla; I’m either going to have your ass or that hot little cunt.” He allowed
his hands to rub her reddened ass, enjoying the color.

“Take me,
Sir,” she whispered quietly, preferring humiliation over pain.