King (14 page)

“Problems?”
I said simply as he nodded slowly.
“I’m really sorry Charlotte, I need to go somewhere”.
“The
supermodel?”
I pouted as he nodded his head. “Are you sure you’re not
fucking her Jason?” and he trained a steely glare on me that stunned me as I
sat, visibly shrinking under the intensity and force of the man. I knew I
shouldn’t be questioning him, but then from what I’d read most
Doms
didn’t shower their subs with frequent cuddles and
kisses either. I’d wanted to ask him about that, but I didn’t want it to stop.
It was already a strange situation for me and I couldn’t help but wonder if it
was the same for him. “No, but I have to go” he said firmly. Subject
irrevocably closed, I thought to myself, trying a smile to lighten the mood. It
didn’t work. I rose to get dressed, realising my ripped panties
were
useless and my bra and dress were on the floor
downstairs.

There
was nothing else for it and I stood naked in my stockings and heels in front of
him, as he assessed me closely, raising my eyebrows as if to challenge him.
“Did you say something about me sucking your cock?” I gazed up at him. The
steely glare was back, but there was something else in his eyes, a dark
brooding passion and unmistakable lust I could feel, as my nipples hardened,
the sight of his glorious body and fierce demeanour causing the familiar burst
of pleasure to reignite between my legs.

“But
you need to go, so you best take me home then” I said sweetly, smiling up at
him through my lashes and before I could take my next breath, he was on me,
grinding his enormous erection against my stomach. “This isn’t how this works
Charlotte, I knew this would be trouble” he growled menacingly before turning
me around and shoving me forward, hands on the bed, running his finger down my
spine and wrapping his firm hand around my stomach as he stood behind me,
rubbing his rock hard cock into the bare cheek of my arse. I felt a warm flurry
of delight and a mini sense of victory alongside my arousal.
Tamsin
Lloyd could fucking wait I smiled inwardly, as his
hand crashed down, spanking me hard as if he read my thoughts, and I gasped
loudly, the low chuckle emanating from his throat, betraying the fact that he
was happy with himself which only served to increase my need.

“I’ll
punish you properly tomorrow” he growled, thrusting his huge pulsing cock deep
inside me from behind, pinching my nipples hard as my whole body cried out in
ecstasy, revelling in the power of the man pounding into me, reaching to stoke
my clit with one hand while the other was shooting waves of delicious pain
through my swollen breasts and I was moaning loudly through every glorious push
as he battered my body with a delectable assault, filling every inch of me,
deeply and wonderfully until I could barely breathe. “You’ll learn not to tease
me” he growled and I spiralled out of control, lost in pleasure, lost in him.
“Fuck Charlotte” he cried out, pulling out of me and ejaculating his hot wet
cum over my arse. In our lust fuelled haste, we had totally forgotten about the
condom.

He
pulled away, leaving the room for a few moments, retrieving a tissue from
somewhere to clean me. I couldn’t see, I was all but collapsed, barely standing
and face down on the bed as he lifted me, pulling me hard against his chest. He
had also retrieved my clothes and passed me my bra and dress before dressing
himself, kissing me gently, smiling, and my heart melted. Jason King was
definitely worth fighting for.

I
could be pouty, childish and petulant that he was leaving, which was perfectly
justifiable. But it wouldn’t work. I excused myself briefly to the bathroom
just before we left. There was more than one way to skin a cat, I smiled to
myself. It was time to get my devious head on. I sent a quick text to Katie.

Call me in 10
mins
,
just play along

The car
journey was quiet and we both knew why, he had just got out of bed so he could
go running to
Tamsin
Lloyd, Supermodel. I had asked
the obvious question and he had shut me down. I wasn’t revisiting that
particular scenario so there had been only one thing for it and bang on cue,
the shrill ring of my phone cut through the silence of the car. “Hello”. Katie
was on the other end of the line. “Yes I remember you” I said, getting a
sideways glance from Jason, which I deliberately ignored. “What the fuck are
you talking about” laughed Katie, as I simply said “yes” before she caught onto
the game and I could feel Kings steely glare bearing down on me. “I’m not sure.
Yes maybe a drink would be OK. It’s not a great time, can I call you back in
twenty minutes or so”. I could feel his eyes burning into me in short bursts as
he navigated the road ahead.

The
tension in the car was thick and heavy and I heard an almost inaudible sigh but
it was definitely there. I wasn’t going to be the one to speak first and I
needed to play this cool.

 
“Who was that?” he said eventually. I was
laughing internally at the success of my little plan, while trying outwardly to
sound as casual as I possibly could. “Just a guy I met in a bar” I answered,
shrugging. It didn’t sound realistic.
Me
taking a call
from a guy I’d met in a bar when in the car with someone who’d just been inside
me would never happen. Jason didn’t seem to realise that, but then he’d been on
the phone with
Tamsin
, so maybe we just didn’t see
things the same.

“What
did he want?” “Nothing” I said simply, shaking my head. My job was in
advertising, a large part of which could be stretching the truth, but in
reality, I had never been very good at it in my personal life which was why I
was currently struggling with Jason King. “You’re not going out for a drink
with him Charlotte”. I said nothing. I didn’t want to argue, I simply wanted to
make the
point, that
running off to one woman when
you’ve just tied up and screwed another is not acceptable.

“I
expect exclusivity Charlotte” he growled when I didn’t answer. “Maybe I didn’t
make that clear”. I sighed, shaking my head, but still said nothing as he
screeched the car to a halt, grabbing my chin to face him.

“I
get it Charlotte. It’s far from fucking ideal, but it’s just the way it is and
I have to go. You’ve made your point but I can’t change this right now” he said
firmly, revving up the engine to start the car again as we drove in silence. I
wasn’t going to get the answers I wanted. If I wanted him, at least for now, I
would just have to trust him, it was that simple.

“What
time’s your pitch tomorrow?” he said eventually. “It’s at two, they are coming
to us” I said quietly, having almost completely forgotten about the pre boiled
eggs.

 
“You’ll have everything you need by lunchtime,
just text me the details” he said pulling up outside my apartment, stroking his
hand tenderly down the side of my face and kissing my cheek as I leaned into
him. “Trust me Charlotte, the exclusivity thing works both ways” he whispered
as I looked across at him nodding and leaving the car, making my way up the
stairs without looking back. Apart from the abrupt ending, the night had been
wonderful, the vision of a naked Jason King pounding into me was burned
beautifully into my brain, and it was one I was unlikely ever to forget. I
laughed when the text arrived shortly afterwards

Don’t call him back.

And I
couldn’t resist replying in the most submissive way I could think of, giggling,
my head still dizzy and giddy at the thought that King and I had actually
agreed to this strange arrangement. I mean, King, of all people, I laughed to
myself, shaking my head.

Yes Sir
x

I didn’t wait
long for a reply.

I like that

I thought you
might, I laughed to myself. I would have to remember that, maybe save it for
next time he was about to run off to
Tamsin
. Probably
not submissive behaviour I mused, but a girl had to keep some tricks up her
sleeve.

Chapter
8

He
was good to his word and by eleven am, a full pitch for pre boiled eggs sat in
my inbox with a small package of what I assumed were additional props on my
desk. I loved what he’d done. He hadn’t gone down the picnic route, the
lunchbox route or even the Atkins route, which had been one of our last ditch
desperate attempts.

The
word was ‘hard’, this pitched used it a lot and I couldn’t help but smile. King
certainly had something on his mind last night, I giggled inwardly.

Whether
they went for it or not, the concept was nothing if not unique. Pre boiled eggs
were ‘hard’, they were mans food. The image of a hardboiled egg in a yellow
hard hat and sat on a construction site was novel and my personal favourite,
the hardboiled egg in boxing gloves entitled ‘protein that packs a punch’ made
me laugh out loud.

 
Whatever happened, King had given it his best
shot. Nutritional, protein rich, hard food for hard men, and when I called
Katie in to go over it, she loved it, bringing Sasha and the rest of the band
of junior creative’s to hear it again.

It
was fair to say they all thought ‘my’ last minute brainwave was amazing and I
kept Katie and Sash behind to tell them the truth of its origins as they sat
there open mouthed.

“So
why exactly did King do this for you?” Katie gazed at me through narrowed eyes.
“Because he spent all night fucking me and I ran out of time” I giggled as they
stared at me astounded. “And just to clarify
Lotty
,
this is a good thing right?” she said as I smiled, nodding, deliberately
leaving out the detail of him running off to meet
Tamsin
Lloyd, at least for now. “
Me
and King are on” I
grinned, unable to stifle my overwhelming happiness.

 
“Don’t tell Alison” she said quickly as my
face fell. I’d been too caught up in the whirlwind of yesterday to really give
it too much thought, but sleeping with the CEO of our major competitor wouldn’t
go down well at all with my boss or Grayson. “No, just keep it between us for
now” I smiled, in no doubt whatsoever on the basis of what I’d seen in the last
couple of
 
weeks, that they were more
than capable of keeping a secret.

They
were still opened mouthed as they left the office, Sasha just turning to mouth
the word ‘Dom?’ before she shut the door. I nodded as she winked at me, opening
the box on my desk. If I was expecting hard boiled eggs in hard hats as a 3D
visual, I was very much mistaken. There nestling in the box beneath pink tissue
were two metal love eggs, one smaller and one larger with a small card resting
on top.

I’ve worked ‘hard’ on your egg pitch,
now it’s your turn.
 
Wear these for the
presentation,
I trust you know where they go. I’ll be
watching

 
J

Shit. Welcome
to the world of Jason King I laughed, shutting the box quickly in case anyone
popped in. What the hell did he mean he’d be watching? I had no idea how he’d
do it, but I was sure he would, and part of me relished the prospect as I made
my way to the bathroom, praying I would be able to keep the damned things in. I
was fairly certain where the small one was supposed to go. I wasn’t used to
having anything in there and my mind wondered exactly what kind of things I had
let myself in for, as a little voice inside me said I was about to find out. I
set up the boardroom for the pitch, feeling deliciously naughty and totally
outside my comfort zone.

I
welcomed the four representatives from the egg company slightly flushed, but
soon got into my stride as the pitch generated an enormous amount of
discussion, interaction and positive laughter. All the key decision makers were
here and for the revenue to count towards Exec of the Year I needed to seal it
before three. As I ran the mock ups Jason had emailed, I suddenly jumped out of
my skin as the eggs silently burst to life inside me, as four dumbfounded faces
looked on curiously, as though I’d lost my mind. I swallowed hard, swearing
that somewhere outside in that corridor, I could hear the low chuckle of Jason
Kings
laughter as my head spun round. I needed to get this
under control. “Sorry, it was a spider” I said quickly, to which three of them
sat back, clearly grateful they were not being pitched to by a lunatic,
the
fourth looked horrified. He was clearly not a big fan of
spiders and only relaxed when I told him I’d stood on it accidently, trying
desperately to ignore the low buzzing deep inside me and finish the job in
hand.

I
finalised the details and they agreed to run with it on a three month trial
period as my core fired up again. I had never been more fidgety discussing a
contract and could just imagine the smirk on Kings
face
if he could really see me now. I shook hands with each of them, eager to get
out of there, incredibly aroused and walked as fast as the eggs would allow to
Alison’s adjacent office to ensure I didn’t miss the deadline, stopping stock
still when I saw who was with her. She beckoned me in as he sat there,
beautifully controlled in a tailored navy suit, his face impassive as I looked
first at him and then at Alison, throwing the contract on her desk. “Well done”
she said briefly before turning her attention back to King who ignored me
physically, while firing the eggs back to life inside me as I flushed
uncontrollably.