Authors: Kaydee Scott
Again, he feathered and flogged her and when she and her sex flushed he stopped and slid his finger inside her again tempting her. He pushed her to her limit and again withdrew. Twice more he did this to her. He would touch and caress and push her body to the point of climax and then he would withdraw leaving her body in a constant state of arousal.
“Tell me what you want Nova?”
“You,” she said opening her legs wider for him.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you?”
“Fuck me, please Sir.”
“We aren’t finished with your punishment.”
“What?” she said raising her head.
“I don’t think you have quite learned your lesson just yet. I want you to remember how much your body craves me and the next time you don’t obey me, I want you to remember what I can do to you.”
“Please Ian. Please don’t stop.” Her cry was desperate.
“What are you going to do with your phone Nova?”
“It will never leave my side.”
“And if I text you?”
“I will text you right back.”
“If I tell you to meet me in this room?”
“I will be waiting on you.”
He removed the cuffs from her hands and took off the blind fold. She looked surprised to see that he was still dressed.
“Clean the room up and lock the door on your way out. I will be waiting on you down stairs for dinner.”
He heard her curse as soon as he walked out the door. “If you so much as touch yourself in anyway, I will do that all over again. Do you understand?”
Fuck,
she muttered after he walked out the door. Quietly he laughed as he walked to the living room to warm up dinner.
She went to her room completely frustrated. She ached for him and had no idea how to make it go away but she knew dinner wasn’t going to do it. She was mad or was it dissatisfied.
She wasn’t sure but one thing she did know, she didn’t want to go eat with him. Just as soon as she decided to revolt her phone whistled with a new text message.
Ian:
I don’t like to be kept waiting. Are you directly disobeying me? You have ten seconds to get your ass down for dinner or we can start this all over again.
Shit!
She would have to run to get there in 10 seconds.
Realizing she had forgot her phone she ran back and grabbed it off her bed and sprinted through the house. She heard him counting when she rounded the entry way to the living room.
“Eight, nine…Glad to see you could join me.”
His annoying smile just pissed her off even more. She would have loved nothing more than to smack the hell out of him and wipe that condescending grin right off his face but it wasn’t worth going through that again.
She sat down on one of the big pillows refusing to look at him. After a few minutes of picking at her food he called her name.
“Nova.”
Was it wrong that she desperately wanted to choke him for the ache that just wouldn’t seem to go away? He had to be loving this, she on the other hand, not so much.
“It’s not polite to pick at your food, Nova.”
She looked up at him surprised to see his soft brown eyes staring back at her. She had no idea how his egos changed from one to the other or what precipitated the change when just minutes before his eyes were fiery and controlling. Now, he looked soft and seductive.
His eyes seemed to be the only key. When his beautiful brown eyes were melting and seductive he was Ian but when they were fiery, he was Seven.
“Is there something wrong with your dinner?”
She snapped out of her analyzing gaze. She would figure him out. She just needed more time. “No, it’s fine.”
“Would you like some wine with your dinner?”
“No, I don’t believe I would care for any.” Did she just sound like a petulant child? Yes she did and she was perfectly alright with that.
He smiled smugly at her and then returned to his plate.
It wasn’t that the food wasn’t good. It was, but food was not what she wanted. She sipped on her glass of water finding no satisfaction in it either. Finally giving up she pushed her plate away and sat back to watch the fire.
“Perhaps I should remove roast and vegetables from the dinner menu?”
She didn’t acknowledge him for a moment but then thought better of ignoring him. “That’s not necessary. It’s very good. I’m just not very hungry tonight.”
He wiped his mouth and sat down his napkin. He rested back against the couch starring at her. After a few minutes her train of thought was so encompassed again she forgot he was staring at her. He sat his glass down hard on the table to gain her attention. She looked at him realizing he was finished. Roberta would be gone already so she stood up, picked up both their plates and took them to the kitchen.
She cleaned off both of their plates and turned on the water to rinse them. She didn’t hear him come in but she knew he was there. She felt his heat against her back knowing he couldn’t be more than an inch from her body.
“Where is your phone Nova?”
She reached down and pulled it out of her pocket showing it to him.
“Good girl.”
All she wanted to do was turn around and slap him but not before she took him to the floor and got herself off. Then she would slap him. Really, really hard. This whole control thing was really starting to piss her off.
“Ordinarily I would punish you for pouting but it’s just so sexy on you that I am going to let you off just this once.”
His body was still so close to hers that she could feel his heat burning against her skin. She didn’t need to look at his eyes to know who was behind her. It was Seven.
“Do you feel that Nova?”
She nodded in agreement.
“Our bodies recognize one another. Even without touch our bodies can ignite one another.”
God how she wanted him but she stood still. He was testing her again.
“When you learn control, I can take you to an entirely different place.”
She had never been one for immediate gratification but she
needed
immediate gratification. She couldn’t control how her body felt and she couldn’t do anything to make it better.
Well, she could but he wouldn’t let her. He had her helpless and in dire need of an orgasm that was much overdue.
“Do you want to come Nova?”
Like a son of a….No, Nova, control. It’s about control!
Her heart rate picked up but she fought her breathing. She could do this. She would do this. “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to come?”
Ahh
. “No, sir.”
“Why aren’t you Nova?”
She bit her lip. “Because you haven’t told me that I can.”
He pushed his body against hers almost crippling her against the sink. “I went to the doctor today. I have a clean bill of health but I will wear a condom if you want.”
She didn’t want him to but she didn’t want the first time she felt his skin against hers to be after a punishment. “I want you to wear one.”
She saw his knuckles whiten from his grip on the sink when he processed what she said.
Well, look at that.
She had just found some control of her own.
He pulled back from her and threw the torn condom pack into the sink. He wasn’t happy but this was nothing compared to the disappointment he had put her through.
He turned her towards the table. “Pull down your pants.”
She obeyed letting them drop to the floor. He stepped in behind her and bent her over the table. Slowly he caressed her backside. The sting from his earlier spanking was now gone so she focused on his touch to keep her still. Lazily he ran circles across her skin driving her need even further but she would play by his rules. She had too, she needed some relief.
Finally after she had remained completely still his finger began its descent down the crack of her ass stopping just briefly at the spot no one had ever touched. She tensed immediately at the foreign feeling but then forced herself to relax. They hadn’t discussed anal sex and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it but fortunately his finger continued down leaving the topic alone.
She let out a deep breath as he finally slid his cock deep inside her. He felt so good and she was so close. He made hard strokes tempting the sweet spot inside her and then he stopped. Instinctively she wanted to scream for him not to but instead she gripped the edge of the table and remained silent.
“Don’t come until I tell you that you can. Do you understand?”
She didn’t know if she could hold off. He made her feel so good and her body seemed to crave him as much as it craved release. All she wanted to do was find that blissful place that he took her. The temptation to go there was so strong she didn’t think she could control it and more importantly she didn’t want to.
“Fight it off Nova. It will only be better if you let me control it.”
Again he thrust hard into her making her lose her breath. If he didn’t stop she wouldn’t be able to help herself. She needed him so much.
“Let me give you something to distract you.”
He reached down and wrapped his hand in her long dark curls and pulled her head back. The pain jolted her awareness from her sex to her head but as she stood up and arched her back to relieve some of the tension on her tender scalp she aligned him with her sweet spot and she almost lost her balance from the sensation.
“Don’t do it Nova.”
She clinched her eyes closed and she thought of, “Statistics, bologna sandwiches, dirty tennis shoes, nasty bathrooms.” It focused her on the things she didn’t like and not what was feeling so good.
“Ten more strokes Nova and you are free. Count for me.”
He drove himself even harder. “One, two, three…
Fuck, she couldn’t make it.”
“Count Nova, don’t you dare come before you get to ten!”
“Four, five…Oh, God,” she screamed.
“Keep counting baby, almost there.”
Again he drove in harder.
“Six, seven, eight, nine, TEN!!!!!!”
Tears ran down her cheeks from the intensity of the most amazing orgasm she had ever had. Her toes curled under and she truly thought she had almost broken the table from her grip as she shouted her release.
Lying on the table completely spent, she had to admit to herself, maybe he was on to something after all.
Sitting in class the next day she hardly heard a thing her professor said. Her thoughts weren’t in the class room she was sitting in. They were with him.
The professor clanked his book on the podium gaining her attention. “Is there anyone out there remotely interested in what I have to say today or are all of you so graduation eager that you have forgotten you still have to pass this class to graduate?”
Professor Ingram was a crass old fart that she truly hated listening to but fortunately for her she was four chapters ahead of his lecture already so there wasn’t anything she was missing.
After no one responded he slammed his book down on the podium. “As you wish, class dismissed. Study this chapter independently and be prepared to test the next time we meet.”
Just like that, he packed his books and lecture notes in his brief case and walked out and she was free for the rest of the day. She knew exactly where she wanted to go, the bookstore.
They only way she knew how to function in life was to read and she was ignorant when it came to the D/s roll that she had put herself in. Being submissive was easy. She had been submissive her entire life. Being dominated also wasn’t something new to her but being dominated sexually she knew nothing about. She had no idea what most of the toys were in his room. She didn’t like not knowing what was expected of her so she turned to the one thing that had always gotten her through, books.
She found sex books oddly nestled between the self-help and mental health section in the bookstore. She scanned the titles finding books on how to have the best sex ever. No need to waste time on those. Then she found books on understanding the male and female anatomy. No need for those either. Eventually she found titles on how to please your man. Well that was easy, just do what he said. Finally on the very bottom of the shelf she found them. Multiple books on bondage, sex and mutilation (definitely not), then she found the perfect one on understanding the D/s relationship. Next to it she found how to be the perfect sub. Check and check she thought picking up both of the books. Just as she stood she saw one more that caught her eye, an entire book on pain and pleasure. She had hit the jackpot.
Her phone whistled with a text when she got in the car.
Ian:
Where are you?
Nova:
On my way to your house.
Ian:
Why are you out of class?
Nova:
We weren’t paying attention so he dismissed class.
Ian:
Where you paying attention?
Nova:
No
Ian:
What had you distracted?
Shit!
Should admit it? Why not, she thought.
Nova:
You.
She started the engine waiting on him to reply. Her phone whistled again about three miles down the road.
Ian:
Come to my office.
His office
, what was that supposed to mean. She had Monday through Friday 8-5 to herself.
Nova:
I’m not on the clock until 5.
She kept driving and before she cleared the next red light her phone whistled again.
Ian:
I will give you one opportunity to rethink your answer. Should you remain confident that you have in fact made the right choice I am delighted.
“Delighted.”
What could he possibly mean?
Nova:
Why would you be delighted?
Ian:
You have no idea how hard it makes me thinking of how I am going to punish you.
Fuck
! No more of that. Well maybe a little of that she found herself thinking. Somehow the pain and the pleasure did on some level excite her but the word “punishment” had such a sting.
Nova:
I’m on my way!!!!
When she walked inside the building she was met by security. “Do you have an appointment, miss?”
She hesitated briefly then finally relaxed. She didn’t like security guards or cops. She had watched Stanford manipulate too many of them. “Y...Yes. I have an appointment with Ian Strong.”
She took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. The office was much different. It was alive with people when she stepped out into the lobby.
A pretty brunette greeted her at the reception desk. “Ms. Drake?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Right this way, Mr. Strong is expecting you.”
She followed her to Ian’s office which had a breathtaking view of the city. When she had come with him to the office on the weekend she didn’t go into his office.
“Wow,” she said walking in.
He was on the phone and motioned for to have a seat but she didn’t. The view was too spectacular so she went straight to the windows. After gazing out on the city she couldn’t help but feel hopeful. This was her dream. She wanted the office with the view.
She paid little attention to his conversation. She was too swept up in the vast size of his office and her dream of one day having something just like it.
Ian was heavy in conversation when she turned back around to watch him. She listened as he commanded whomever he was talking to, to solve the problem or get the fuck out and he would find someone who could.
He stood up from his desk bringing into view his tall, masculine body. He tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder and started typing on his keyboard. Slightly bent over the desk she couldn’t help but stare.
Ian was always impeccably dressed. She found herself wondering what it would be like to pull that white dress shirt right off of him. She didn’t have to imagine how chiseled he was under his clothes. His body was rock hard.
He stood erect again and pushed the keyboard across his desk and slammed down the phone. She felt sorry for whomever he was talking to but on the same hand she found his control very arousing.
She was too caught up in her fantasy of being fucked by the corporate man at his desk to realize he was smiling at her.
“Nova, care to share your thoughts.”
She flushed and didn’t answer.
“What is going on in that head of yours sweetheart? I’d like to know what has you looking at me that way?”
She shook her head. No way was she divulging. “What would Sir have of me since he has me here?”
He came around the desk and stood right in front of her. God he smelled good.
“I asked you a question Nova. Do I need to repeat myself?”
She lifted her hands to her face to cover her embarrassment but he grabbed her wrists and pulled them back down to her side. “I was thinking how much I would enjoy being fucked by you on that desk.”
She had never spoken dirty to anyone yet somehow these words just came out of her. She wasn’t sure what to be more embarrassed of, her fantasy or the fact that she had just confessed it to him.
His intercom came on. “Mr. Strong your 1:30 is waiting on you in the conference room.”
She could tell from the look on his face he wasn’t going to let her go.
“Have you eaten lunch?”
“No.”
“Janet, please order my usual plus one. I should be finished by the time it arrives. Bring it to my office. Ms. Drake will wait here for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I can go Ian.”
“Not a fucking chance. Wait your sweet little ass right here. I need twenty minutes tops and I will be back.”
He left and there she stood all alone in the office of an empire. It was so exciting to take in the atmosphere of the corporate world. Control was all that she had ever wanted. At least until she met Ian.
Finally tiring of the view, she sat down across from his desk starring at the back of his computer monitor. He had two more behind his desk. He was her idea of a corporate God. She had fought so hard to have this kind of life and she was so close to getting it.
Seemingly lost in her daydreams she was surprised when Ian walked back in.
“You know when I left here I was confident it was me that had you so worked up. Now that I stand here watching you look at my desk I’m starting to worry.”
I laughed. He had a really good sense of humor when he wanted too. “I’ll never tell.”
Thank goodness someone knocked on the door before he had a chance to walk over and make her tell him.
“Mr. Strong, your lunch is here.”
She watched as he adjusted the erection pressing against his zipper. “I think you may have to get the door if you don’t mind.”
Sitting the bags down on the coffee table he joined her. She watched as he opened the lids on two Reuben sandwiches and prepared her a plate.
“So which is it, me or the desk?”
So much for thinking she got away with it. “Would you be mad if I said both?”
Stopping to see if she was actually serious, he finally laughed when he realized she was. “As long as you are honest with me I’ll never be mad. So what have you been doing in here aside of visually sexing my desk.”
She furrowed her eye brows. “I don’t think sexing is a word and that’s not exactly what I was doing. I mean, I was, I guess, just a little but you have to realize for someone like me, what you are and what you have is all I have ever wanted. I want the nice office with the view and the big desk.”
Suddenly very serious he turned to face her. “I have complete faith that you will make anything that you want to happen. I may not know very much about you but you have to be one of the most determined people I have ever met.”
That surprised me. “Thank…you, that…mean’s…a lot.” And it truly did, I had never really had anyone to notice my hard work except teachers but that didn’t count.
He leaned into her pressing his lips to her neck. She shuttered immediately from his touch. “You’re welcome.”
Softly he blew down her neck. “You want to know what else I’ve noticed about you?”
She whimpered.
“How incredibly beautiful you are and you know what else?”
His lips slowly traced the sensitive skin just below my ear. “What?”
“You have no idea just how precious and exquisite you really are Nova.” Kiss. Lick. Kiss. Lick. “But I intend to remind you whenever you forget.”
That had to be the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. I moaned as he continued his assault on my neck. Some primal urge took over. “Fuck me.”
Some much for thinking I didn’t talk dirty
.
“Fuck you how Nova?”
“Hard.”
She pulled off her shirt and unbuttoned his while he slid his pants down. Leaving the sofa and coffee table behind she walked over to his desk and climbed on top. Her knees crinkled some of his paperwork and she hit his keyboard with her hand but he didn’t seem to care and neither did she.
She heard the sound of the wrapper on the condom tear and without warning he took her in one hard thrust. She moaned not able to control the overwhelming feelings inside her. Sex had never been like this.
He forced her to sit up so that her back was against his chest and placed his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her screams.
“God, baby, you feel so good.”
Her thoughts were hazy but she had to admit, nothing could ever feel better than this. Than him.
“Nova there isn’t any part of you that I won’t own. I will lick, suck and fuck every part of you.”
And good Lord he could because there was no way she would ever stop him.
He pushed her head back down and returned her to all fours. Everything on the desk was sliding as he took no mercy on her. She couldn’t hold out much longer. She was there.
“Please sir, please let me.”
“Five, four, three, two, one……..ahhh!” Her body gripped him like a vice as they moaned through their release. This man was going to be the death of her but wouldn’t it be a perfect way to go.
After disposing of the condom he turned her around and rested his forehead against hers. “Tell me you are mine?”
His words startled her. She knew he didn’t mean them like they sounded. This was ownership. She was his property but in her eyes the lines just blurred. How had that happened?
Too afraid to answer, she swallowed down the strange emotion and mentally kicked herself. This isn’t permanent. This isn’t a fairy tale. This is sex, nothing more.
She shook her head agreeing. He did own her, she had a copy of a bill of sale to prove it.
His lips tightened. “Tell me Nova. I want to hear the words.”
“I am yours Ian.”
Thirty minutes later they had finished lunch and were stretched out on the sofa in his office. Her strange feelings from earlier had disappeared. She had no idea what that was. Post coital hysteria maybe?
She picked up her phone and checked his calendar. “If we are going to have lunch sex too, I feel it only appropriate that I have a copy of your 8-5 schedule.”