Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (9 page)

Knowing the beautiful, naked woman lying on the bed headed a multibillion-dollar oil company gave him a real kick. Just hearing her submissive tone as she spoke, made his cock hardened steel, and it really appealed to his alpha ego when she used his formal name.
Master Matthew.

He stood at the end of the bed, and held up the double-tailed flogger for her to see. He smiled, letting his fingers drift through the soft leather strands. Each half-inch-wide frond was about eighteen inches long. In total, there were about forty individual tails. This particular flogger was one of his favorites for disciplining new subs. It was made of elk hide and was the most benign in his collection. Although heavy on sound, it carried little sting, making it ideal for Kelly’s beautiful, delicate skin. “My rule is law, and my friend here”—he tenderly stroked the flogger—“helps me maintain the law. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master Matthew.” It pleased him that such a powerful woman could be so submissive when in his charge.

He leaned over her, breathing in the incredible feminine scent, as he trailed the flogger slowly down her body. Maintaining eye contact at all times, he teased the leather tails from her face, over her perfect chin, down her elegant neck, before drifting them between her creamy, heaving breasts, to her soft, rapidly undulating belly. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to stop herself from crying out. He knew she was nervous and unsettled by his strict, uncompromising approach, but he resolutely refused to soften his stance. This was her fantasy, and he was the man to deliver it. If she wanted out, all she had to do was use her safeword.

“My new sub has followed instruction well. This has pleased her Master. Now stand up. I have plans for you.”

Kelly obeyed without hesitation. Rising from the bed, she walked on wobbly legs to the center of the room. She kept her eyes downcast at all times. He liked that. It pleased his ego that this strong, independent woman trembled in his presence. “Look at me, my sub.” As she slowly raised her eyes to his, her incredible beauty and vulnerability moved him. He would savor every moment he shared with Kelly, because he figured he would never see this powerful lady again, once the night was over.

Matthew unzipped his leather vest, and threw it aside. Feeling like the predator he was, he circled his vulnerable, helpless prey. He adored how petite she was in her bare feet, scarcely reaching shoulder height. He stopped suddenly behind her, daring her to turn and look. He could see her trembling even more, but she didn’t speak or turn around.

“Excellent.”

How he longed to kiss her flawless, naked back, but he resisted. Without touching her skin, he stood as close as possible behind her. The heat from her body radiated out to his. Her glossy mane flowed in dark tresses down her back before tapering out just above her gorgeous, peachy butt. He breathed in and closed his eyes. Her hair smelled sweet, like vanilla and apple blossom all rolled into one. He knew she sensed him right behind her, because her whole body shook.

Without warning, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and twisted his hand into her hair, pulling her back against his naked chest. His rampant cock, restrained only by leather pants, pushed against her bare butt crack. He felt an electric current pulse through his system as her naked back pressed against his chest. It was the heat of unmistakable recognition. The feeling of finding ones perfect soul mate. Fuck, what was happening to him? No sub had ever made him feel this way before, and he’d had plenty of them. He pushed the intrusive thoughts away.
Back to business
. He was the Master, and she was the slave. That was exactly how they both wanted it.

A small animal cry left her lips as he pulled her hair harder, forcing her head against his shoulder. Enjoying her submissive response, he tightened his grip, pulling her closer. Using his other hand, he slowly caressed the front of her feminine neck. It pleased him immensely when she threw back her head even more, offering the vulnerable flesh to him.

“You are mine, sub, to do with as I please.”

“Yes, Master Matthew.”

“Good, you learn well.” He possessively clasped a finger and thumb around her hardened nipple, and slowly added more pressure until she squirmed beneath his touch. “Everything of you belongs to me. Your breasts, your nipples, your pussy, your ass. They all belong to me. I can have any part of you I want.” He leaned down and whispered ominously in her ear, “Believe me, I will have my fill of you before this night is over. What do you say?”

A tremor racked her reply. “Thank you, Master Matthew.”

He let his fingers trail down her quivering flesh, smoothing over her belly before reaching her pussy. A soft, compliant whimper escaped her lips as he slid a finger deep inside her cunt. He adored the feminine arousal that coated his fingers. “This pussy is mine.” He grasped her engorged clit between his finger and thumb, and squeezed lightly to begin with, before adding more pressure, until her legs almost gave way. “Very good, my sub. Now the rules of the game are simple. You don’t orgasm unless I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished severely. You’ve already seen my implement of correction. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master Matthew.” Her voice shook with emotion.

Knowing full well that it added to her sexual arousal, he continued massaging her clit, until her juices flowed more freely. He’d make her hot, so hot, she wouldn’t be able to stop coming. Matthew glanced at the flogger lying ready and waiting on the bed. He couldn’t wait to use it on her creamy butt, and enjoy the way the tresses would slowly turn her skin a deep, glowing pink.

Kelly trembled as Matthew held her tightly in his grasp. His skin, where it touched hers, felt warm and electrified. When he’d entered the room, she’d wanted to run to him for comfort, but as soon as she’d seen the cold mask of his face, she’d known that wasn’t an option. Why had he changed? Was this his true personality? She consoled herself that it was all part of the Master/sub play.

The last few weeks had been devastating—her loving father had died, and her whole world had been turned upside down. Now there was no one she could trust or confide in. She had friends of course, good friends, but she needed more. That wonderful, life-altering night she’d spent with Matthew, just a few weeks ago, had been awesome. He’d been so warm, friendly, and loving—even when he’d been dominating her. Now he seemed cold and calculating. A different man completely.

The breath hitched in her throat as his fingers slowly caressed her clit. God help her, this was so erotic. She knew he deliberately held her so she faced the flogger. Without Matthew to command it into action, it looked perfectly innocent. It lay on the bed, its dark brown tresses flowing sensuously from the handle. However, Kelly knew it wasn’t there just for show. Matthew was going to discipline her with it. This thought alone compounded her arousal, and she whimpered out loud. “Please.”

“Do not dare climax, my slave,” he murmured in her ear, making her quiver with excitement. Twisting his hand into her hair, he forcibly pulled her head back against his chest. She felt like a helpless rag doll in his arms as he curled his other hand around her crotch. He physically lifted her, until just the tips of her toes remained in contact with the floor. She weighed about a hundred and twenty pounds, but using his immense strength, he raised her as though she were nothing. The pressure on her clit intensified and proved irresistible.

Unable to stop herself, a tight whimper left her lips. “Master Matthew, please.” Her orgasm teetered on the edge. She looked at the flogger still lying on the bed. What would it feel like lashing her skin? Would it hurt? “Oh, God. Oh, my God.” There was no way on earth she could stop herself from climaxing. Kelly squirmed under his absolute control.

Her heart beat frantically, and a wail of complete and utter surrender tore from her, as she finally succumbed to his domination. Unable to hold back her sexual release, Kelly’s womb contracted violently and painfully. Wave upon wave of pure indulgent pleasure coursed through her clit, making her writhe in his all-powerful hold.

Matthew seemed to relish her fall from grace, because he whispered ominously in her ear, “How dare you disobey me, slave. I will not allow such behavior to go unpunished.” A quiver of intense sexual excitement pulsed through her at the uncompromising tone of his voice. No man had ever spoken to her in such a way, and she liked it.

With her knees trembling, and barely able to stand, Kelly weakly replied, “I’m sorry, Master Matthew.” She hoped he would take pity, and be lenient with her. However, her naïveté was short-lived when he roughly pulled her across the dungeon to the whipping posts.

With cold, uncompromising eyes, he stared right at her, sending a chill rushing to her very core. “Hold out your hands,” he insisted, and she knew he meant business.

Her lower lip shook with the nervous energy pulsing through her veins. “Master Matthew, are you going to hurt me?”

His beautiful green eyes penetrated her very soul, making her weak with sexual longing. After the unrelenting sorrow and heartache of the last few weeks, she desperately wanted and needed to be held in his strong arms.

His coldly whispered words left her in no doubt who was in charge. “Do as I demand, slave, or face the consequences.”

She knew if she mentioned her safeword, Matthew would stop the play, but she was in it for the long haul. She wanted him to dominate her. After all, this was her fantasy, and he sure as hell lived up to her expectations as the big, bad Dom.

Feeling like a passenger on an out-of-control roller coaster ride, Kelly obediently held out her hands and watched, mesmerized as Matthew secured leather cuffs to her wrists. His demeanor was totally uncompromising as he tightly buckled each cuff. A sturdy metal ring was woven into the back of each restraint. This was the first real bondage equipment he’d used on her.
Breathe, Kelly, breathe. I still have my safeword if I feel out of my depth
.

Although frightened and vulnerable, being restrained by Matthew sexually empowered her and set her free. Her breasts rose and fell incredibly fast, and she saw by the movement of his chest, that he was turned on, too. His powerful pectoral muscles, sculpted by the subdued, flickering, candlelight, rose and fell in perfect harmony with her own.

His sensuous, full lips parted momentarily before his incredible green eyes connected with hers. Their beauty astounded her. The pleasure she received by staring into the windows of his soul simply overwhelmed her. At that precise moment in time, she was his to do with as he pleased. A feeling of utter contentment washed over her, cleansing all fear and sorrow from her thoughts. For now, Kelly McCloud was nothing more than a mere plaything, a sexual trinket to be toyed with by the most powerful, all-conquering man she’d ever met. Emptying her mind of all its contents, the corporate boss she was in the boardroom surrendered herself unreservedly to her far more powerful master.
Master Matthew
. Letting him take total charge of her entire entity felt so goddamn intoxicating and life affirming.

Authoritatively taking hold of her hands, Matthew raised them above her head. Without emotion, he secured them to the whipping posts by attaching a pair of metal hooks through the rings on her leather wrist restraints. This new experience of giving away all her power felt truly liberating. When he kneeled down in front of her, she wanted to tell him who she really was—confess. But before she could speak, he yanked her legs wide apart and shackled her ankles to the base of the whipping posts, using leather restraints identical to those securing her wrists.

A whimper left her lips as he tightened the final leather buckle. She realized for the first time she was completely at his mercy. Like a cornered wild animal, her heart beat frantically, banging against her ribcage. As Matthew rose to his full, impressive height, he brushed his hands up her trembling legs, smoothing his fingers over her flushed, aroused skin. He then pressed a palm between her breasts, staring long and hard at them, before trailing his fingers to the base of her throat. Without question, she knew Matthew savored her vulnerability. She could sense the intense pleasure in his eyes as his fingertips grazed the fast-pulsing vein in her neck.

He flicked his gaze to hers. His wonderful green irises consumed all rational thought, until nothing existed but him. “Shhh, princess,” he soothed, circling her neck with his large, powerful hands, before angling her face to his. “Trust your Master, and all will be well.”

He reached into the pocket of his leather jeans and withdrew a narrow silver chain, about twelve inches long. At each end hung what appeared to be a pair of eyebrow tweezers. To her astonishment and complete surprise he attached them to her aroused nipples. He slid a metal tensioner along the tweezers, which compressed and squeezed her peaks, making her almost cry out in pain. Kelly could barely believe her eyes when Matthew hooked another silver chain to the center of the one dangling between her breasts. He held up the free end for her to see.

“This will be the perfect tool to stop your wanton, self-indulgence, my slave.” He leaned down and grasped her sensitized clit between his finger and thumb. After caressing and enjoying it for what seemed a long time, he deftly attached the clamp to her aching sexual nub, trapping it with excruciating precision.

“Oh, God.” Pain and intense sexual arousal mingled together to produce a highly erotic cocktail.