Authors: Jan Bowles
Her breathing was fast and she weakly tried to fight back. “This has to stop. We can’t—”
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to her full red lips, stilling her words in midsentence. “I’ll make our excuses to Rob and Sam, and then I’m taking you back to my place.”
Samantha seemed genuinely concerned. “Aw, Rebecca, I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling unwell. I sure hope it wasn’t anything to do with Rob’s barbecuing skills.”
Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh. She shook her head. “Don’t worry, Sam. I didn’t get the opportunity to try any of Rob’s cooking. It’s just this damned migraine won’t quit. I’ve suffered with them for years.” This was actually true, but on this occasion she was lying.
Samantha winced. “Oh, I empathize with you. I get them myself.” She stroked Tyler’s arm. “Anyway, you’ll be just fine, now the great leader has offered to take you home.” She kissed her cheek. “Drive safe now. It’s been lovely meeting you. We must get together again, for a girls’ night out.”
“I’d like that. Pencil it in your diary, Sam.”
She felt as though she were dreaming. So Tyler Stone knew she’d visited Club Submission from the very beginning. When he’d interviewed her for the job at the Corinthian in Boston, she’d certainly been attracted to the tall, handsome stranger, and although he’d appeared vaguely familiar, she had no idea he was the guy with the tattoo that she’d happily flirted with the night before.
From the passenger seat of his Dodge Viper, she watched him shake Rob’s hand and kiss Samantha on the cheek before heading to the car. Dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, he looked awesomely sexy and left her in no doubt of what he expected from her tonight.
Fuck, he was right, her pussy
was
soaking wet,
and
it ached with a sexual desire she hadn’t felt in a long time. Tyler knew exactly which buttons to push to turn her on. Okay, so she still felt a little pissed that he’d kept everything to himself, but she was keen to explore their mutual sexual attraction, too.
Tyler pulled open the driver’s door and slid beside her. He smelled good—a mixture of sophisticated cologne and alpha male scent. Initially shocked that he knew so much about her, she denied all knowledge of Club Submission. In the past, she’d always managed to keep work and play totally separate in her life, and this sudden disclosure seemed to undermine all that. But truth be known, she’d loved it when he’d taken control of her inside Rob’s house, and she longed for him to take control again, only this time in private. Work was work, and she would remain the strong, independent-minded woman when at Cerberus Technology, but today was Saturday, and that meant she could play the submissive woman, a role she loved just as much. He leaned across and murmured seductively in her ear, “My place is just a ten-minute drive.”
His amber eyes twinkled mischievously as he feathered the back of his hand across her cheek, allowing his thumb to graze the side of her mouth. “You may be a powerful woman in charge of your own team, Rebecca, but I’m still your boss, both in and out of the office.”
His supreme confidence bordered on arrogance but luckily fell on just the right side. “You’re right, Tyler. I’m not at work now.” She was already falling under the spell being woven by Tyler Stone, and her aroused nipples rubbed painfully against the inside of her bra.
He looked at her for a long time then gunned the car into life and reversed it from the driveway. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Sugar Land consisted of a myriad of interwoven avenues and streets, and as dusk began to fall, the red Dodge Viper crisscrossed the various intersections, until they entered a more affluent part of town. Large trees and wide-open spaces separated each luxury home. They continued into empty open countryside for a mile or two, until he slowed the car and turned down a track almost hidden from view. The totally secluded drive was protected from prying eyes by an avenue of cedar elm that seemed to reach toward the horizon, and she let out a barely audible gasp of amazement as the impressive modern home finally came into view. Tyler Stone had clearly done well for himself, and she liked what she saw.
“It’s stunning.”
“I designed it myself. I drew up all the plans and then employed the best craftsmen available.”
“Really? I’m impressed.”
He effortlessly guided the Dodge Viper around a large circular courtyard before stilling the engine outside the main entrance. The house itself lay nestled enticingly in a clearing of mature live oaks.
The low-rise property had a substantial footprint, and she reckoned the ground floor covered at least six thousand square feet. The new build was entirely constructed of steel and glass, and it glinted provocatively, beckoning her inside as its masculine structure caught the last vestiges of the slowly setting sun. An upper story seemed to rest precariously at right angles to the floor below, somehow defying gravity as it stretched out over the graveled courtyard.
“Maybe I shouldn’t buy a ready-built house in Sugar Land, after all. Maybe you could design one for me.”
“Hardly your style I would have thought, Rebecca. After taking you house hunting this morning, I got the impression you preferred the cutesy homes. You know the type of thing, the ones with flowered drapes and white picket fences.”
“Hmm, certainly not. I’m as individual as you are. I thought that’s all there was on offer in Sugar Land.”
“Mainly you’re right, unless you have plenty of money.” He smiled. “The houses around here are crammed together like sardines in a can, allowing no personal space for the people who live there. Luckily, I came across ten acres of undeveloped land that backed onto a lake. As soon as I saw it, I knew that’s where my dream home would be situated.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “Ten acres of prime land in Sugar Land, that must have cost you—”
“Fifteen million bucks.”
She knew her mouth hung open in surprise, and he laughed. “Come on in. I’ll show you around the place.”
Rebecca eased herself from the car. Jesus Christ, the way he looked at her with those expectant golden eyes made butterflies form in the pit of her stomach. Anticipation warred with logical thought, and she wondered what he would demand of her once the double-sized mahogany door closed behind them.
He took hold of her hand and led her toward the house. As he unlocked the tropical hardwood door, she decided it was time to stand her ground, or at least try to. “I’m my own woman, Tyler, you know that. I don’t give up control easily.”
He turned to her, his predatory gaze studying her intently, seeming to delve into her very soul. She had the crazy idea he knew everything about her. Maybe he did, because his answer aroused the natural submissive in her. “I know, but you’ll yield to me. It’s your destiny.”
He seemed so fucking sure of himself, and his authoritatively spoken words only caused her pussy to moisten further with undiluted need. Although she’d worked for him for more than a month now, she barely knew Tyler Stone, the man, yet she felt he could delve into her mind and access her secrets and sexual desires at will.
The huge door swung noiselessly open. “After you. We’ll have a drink to loosen up first, and then…” He gestured with his hand, and she willingly stepped over the threshold of his magnificent home.
Immaculately crafted limestone floors and walls beckoned her inside. Tyler switched on a bank of lights, and the expansive interior suddenly came to life. The huge open-plan space simply took her breath away. A magnificent floating staircase with no visible means of support miraculously rose skyward to the upper level. Carved mahogany stair treads blended perfectly with chromed steel, as it wound its way like a serpent to the galleried landing high above them. The large, airy ground floor encompassed a sizeable living area, which boasted a central stone chimney of such generous proportions that it could be enjoyed from all aspects of the room. At the far end of the living area lay a sweeping expanse of glass that ran for some sixty feet. Rebecca felt sure it could be electrically powered back to gain access to the private gardens beyond. Outside, buffalo grass, mature shrubs, and trees mingled together before reaching down to a glistening lake of unimaginable beauty.
Contemporary furniture that only a man would choose complemented the chrome and glass interior. Little else filled the huge space. It was minimalist in the extreme. Simplicity at its purest. No embellishments or tacky trinkets compromised the creative design. Everything in his house had purpose. If it wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t there. Tyler Stone lived in a man’s domain.
Just like a cowboy surveying his spread, he turned the full three sixty and surveyed his house. “Well? What do you think?”
She didn’t want to offend him, so she said, “It’s nice, but far too masculine for me.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“I’d say it sums up the real Tyler Stone perfectly.”
“That was my intention when I designed it.”
She briefly lowered her gaze. “I can see you like to control everything in your life.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but the meaning in her words was clearly not lost on him.
He feathered a hand to her cheek, a stirring intensity in his eyes. “Let’s put that drink on hold.” Her belly spasmed with sexual need when he added, “I want to fuck you so hard, Becca. I want you to squirm beneath me and shout out my name.”
Christ Almighty, the man certainly knew how to make her pussy wet. He’d shortened her name, too, and just the sound of it on his lips made her whole body tremble with desire. She dragged in a ragged breath, her stomach quivering with sheer excitement as she stared up into those highly aroused eyes.
He gently traced the outline of her lips with a finger, as if savoring the shape of her mouth. His eyelids flickered shut before his burning attention consumed her once more. “Fuck, woman, you are beautiful, but the time for talking is over.”
Without warning, he roughly pulled the T-shirt from her jeans, then yanked it over her head, before taking it from her outstretched arms and discarding it with a triumphant flourish. The sheer force of his actions made her hair fall in disarray about her face, only adding to the feeling of submitting to a powerful man. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a fast-approaching car, she now stood meekly before him, her arms limp at her sides.
She knew her lips were slightly parted and her breathing out of control, and when she looked down, she saw her breasts, imprisoned within the tight confines of her black lacy bra, heaving heavily. This gorgeous man wanted her so badly she could see it in his eyes, taste it in the air as a palpable energy that seemed ready to consume her.
“This has to go.” He pulled at the front of her bra with such violence that it gave a mighty crack as it finally snapped from the immense trauma. He held the ruined lace garment in his hand and studied it briefly before throwing it to one side. “Oh, Becca, your tits are just awesome, but of course I already knew that. I enjoyed watching you flaunt them at Club Submission.”
“Yes, I like you to see them. I want you to adore them.”
Tyler dropped to his knees and crushed her breasts together before burying his head between them. He then ran his tongue the length of her cleavage, sucking and biting each nipple in turn.
She jolted from the wonderful discomfort as his teeth nipped at her prominent peaks. “Oh, yeah.” It was painful, but it was pleasurable, too. She loved the way he stared up into her eyes, assessing her reactions as he bit down even harder. Unable to resist his masculine charms, she stroked her fingers through his silky brown hair as he continued to adore her breasts.
Rebecca felt him release her tits, and although he continued to nuzzle them like a man possessed, she became aware of his hands slowly drifting down her undulating belly before stopping briefly to unbutton and unzip her jeans.
His amber eyes connected with hers. “I’ve been aching to do this since I first saw you at Club Submission.” He yanked the supertight denims over her thighs and legs before pulling them from her feet, along with her socks and ankle boots.
She couldn’t help but notice his head lay level with her pussy. Dear God, what was he going to do next?
“You have perfect feet, and your legs are silky smooth, but most of all I want
this
.” He dropped her panties to her knees before ripping away the feminine scrap of lace with his teeth. When she heard the erotic tearing sound, her pussy moistened further. She knew exactly what he wanted.
Rebecca watched in awe as sheer physical male perfection pulled itself upright and stood before her.
Dear God, what a beautiful man
. His eyes held her captive for a full thirty seconds, neither of them speaking, then he suddenly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it to one side with a testosterone-fuelled grunt. His incredible physique was spellbinding, and she slumped back against the cool limestone wall for support, completely mesmerized by his overpowering presence.
“You want this.” The look in his eyes said it all as he slowly lowered his Wranglers, allowing his huge erect cock to spring free. Maintaining eye contact, he shrugged off his boots and jeans then stood naked before her, a confident, knowing smile etched on his handsome features.
In the subdued lighting, he looked simply magnificent. His body must have been carved from her dreams, because Tyler Stone was everything she wanted in a man. Strong shoulders gave way to sculpted abs, while the dark, masculine hair coating his powerful thighs glistened provocatively as he moved toward her with obvious intent.