Chapter Five
Chapter Five
By slow measures, he opened his fist to release the tight grip he had on her hair. “When you opened that door, I couldn’t be a gentleman and wait until later. And I couldn’t torture you, even though I’m being tormented.” Her body was designed for explosive sex. “I’d prefer to have an entire afternoon to play with you, but having you ride my leg will have to do.”
“Thank you for the orgasm, Sir. I might have dashed off to the restroom, otherwise.” She lifted herself onto her tiptoes, leaning against him more. “Now for that kiss…?”
He typically didn’t allow bottoms this much liberty, yet he was helpless to resist her.
Maybe because she was an extraordinary submissive.
She reached her hand around his neck and drew his head down a bit before pressing her lips to his.
Then, with boldness he should have expected, she worked her tongue into his mouth, seeking and searching, learning.
He loved the enchanting way she led, the taste of her, that of sensuality and longing.
Within seconds, his dominant nature took over.
Curving his hand into her hair, he pulled back her head and forced her mouth open wider.
In surrender, she moaned.
Loving the sensation of her heated body against his, he plundered, all but fucking her mouth with his tongue in an unspoken promise of what would happen later.
“Damn, Sir,” she said when he set her away from him.
“Beware,” he warned her.
“Sir?”
“You may want to keep a safe distance from me during your party.”
“Can’t keep your hands to yourself, Master Niles? I would have thought you had more self-control.”
“If you’d like to continue with the sass, you’ll find yourself over my lap with your derrière upturned, regardless of whether we’re alone or with company.”
“Bring it on, Sir. I’m not afraid of your little spankings.”
“I see.” Cheeky Brandy was so unlike any other woman—submissive or not—that he’d been with.
She responded with perfection to each of his commands. Yet she lacked artifice, letting him know what she wanted. And she sure as hell was willing to take the initiative to get it.
He grinned, more than happy to indulge her challenge.
“Sir?”
He grabbed a kitchen chair and dragged it toward them.
“Uhm…” Her eyes widened.
He didn’t say a word as he sat and pulled her across his knee.
She laughed in apparent delight.
The dogs jumped up and barked, and she commanded them into silence. They obeyed and returned to their comfy beds.
“You won’t be laughing in a minute.”
“No?”
Niles trapped her legs between his and yanked her skirt up to her waist.
Mindless of whether he caused a run in her tights or not, he tugged them down to mid-thigh level. Then he yanked her thong tight between her buttocks, making her yelp.
Christ.
Her ass was even more round and delectable than he remembered. In this position, with her light-blue underwear separating her ass cheeks and dark tights framing her legs, her body seemed even more inviting.
He almost succumbed to the temptation of rubbing her skin and bringing her off again. Instead, he forced himself to focus on his intention.
He brought his hand down hard on her creamy flesh, creating an instant, harsh slash of red.
“Oh, Sir.” Mirth had vanished from her voice, as if she had sudden clarity of the grievousness of her behavior.
Niles delivered half a dozen blistering strokes, continuing until she gasped.
No way would she cry or beg him to stop. But she dragged in some big gulps of air to help her settle into her spanking. Her breasts bounced free, keeping him aroused. Maybe this hadn’t been one of his better ideas.
Before she could get comfortable, he stopped then jostled her from his legs while grabbing her around the waist to help her to her feet. “Stand there,” he instructed.
As he expected, she followed orders, contrite, eyes downcast, arms behind her back. The position pushed out her breasts, as if in offering. She made no attempt to rub her buttocks or right her clothing even though the tights had to be constricting her circulation.
For a full minute, he sat and observed her.
How the hell had she started to matter to him so quickly?
Matter?
Hell.
That was an understatement. She was consuming his every thought.
The lovely Brandy Hess was like flame to his kindling.
Until her, he’d had no idea how much he’d missed having a submissive around, the rightness, the interaction.
The memory of Eleanor’s deceit slashed through his memory, making him amend his previous thought.
He’d had no idea how he missed having an honest, loyal submissive around.
“Well?” he asked once he’d given Brandy time to think.
She pressed her lips together.
“You may speak freely.” Not holding back or saying what she thought he wanted to hear.
“Thank you for the spanking. That was seriously hot.”
Her authenticity made his cock throb.
“It should teach me to hold my tongue and not laugh when you initiate a punishment, shouldn’t it, Sir?”
“Will it?” Niles stood and caught her chin.
Without him having to instruct her, she met his gaze. “Maybe.” She sighed.
“I want to know what you’re thinking.”
“I’d rather have an erotic spanking,” she admitted.
“I’m happy to indulge your taste for that.”
“But…”
“Go on.” He waited.
“I love having your hands on me, adore your attentions.”
“Oh, beautiful Brandy. Have no fear. You will be the absolute center of my universe. Anytime you want or need a spanking, I’ll be happy to indulge you.” A vision of her quietly walking into his office while he worked, and baring her ass before lowering herself over his lap made him throb even harder.
He would happily play sex games with her all day long.
“You may straighten your clothes. After showing me your butt.”
Grinning, she pivoted and bent over so he could admire his handiwork.
“Red suits you.”
She tightened her ass cheeks. “I couldn’t agree more, Sir.”
“Leave the thong where it is.”
Though she didn’t argue, she wrinkled her nose.
“A reminder of your impertinence.”
“Of course, Sir.” Still, she shifted.
“If you’d asked for a pleasure spanking, I wouldn’t require that. And maybe I’d have put it back in place for you.”
“Lesson learned.”
Perhaps.
Part of him hoped not.
That small scene had explored their power dynamic. After all, she could have safe worded at any point, or asked him to slow down.
With a sense of pure male satisfaction, he savored the sight of her wiggles as she danced around while tugging up her tights. Once she’d adjusted them, she smoothed her skirt back into place.
He handed the sweater to her. “Do you have any objection to going braless?”
“My breasts are a bit on the large size, Sir, so I almost always have one on unless I’m at the Den. But if it’s your pleasure, I’m happy to do as you wish.”
“Then skip it. I want to see your pretty nipples all night and imagine them in my mouth, in my clamps.”
She stilled.
Had his words aroused her? Made her anticipate what would happen later?
They sure as fuck had turned him on.
“Yes, Master Niles.” She pulled the sweater over her head.
Though the material was thick, the swell of her breasts was beautifully obvious to him.
His dick would be hard all afternoon.
Maybe this hadn’t been his best idea.
Gently, he untucked her hair from her collar. “How does your ass feel?”
“Sore.” Her little grin meant she hadn’t learned her lesson—not to tug on the tiger’s tail. “And frankly, Sir? I like it. It makes me think of you.”
Brandy—his Brandy—was incorrigible.
“Are you ready for some wine?”
“Please.”
He splashed a small amount into one glass.
After swirling the rich, red liquid, inhaling the scent, then sipping to confirm its taste on his palate, he poured them each a glass.
“It’s more full-bodied than I anticipated,” she said, making a funny little sound with her mouth.
“I like more than my wine that way.”
“Do you, Sir?” For the space of a heartbeat, they were both silent. “Lucky for me.”
“Everything about your shape tempts me, pretty sub.”
She shifted, and desire flared in her eyes.
Good thing she had company arriving soon, otherwise he’d strip her and fuck her where she stood.
“Shall I give a quick tour of the place so that you’re more comfortable?” she offered. “Not that there’s much to see.”
Before leading the way to the large living room, she snatched up the discarded bra. “Originally, I think this was a separate dining room and living room, but a wall was knocked down between them.”
Because there was a slight variation in the hardwood flooring, he was certain she was right.
“Since I have an eat-in kitchen, I use it as a great room of sorts.”
His first thought was oriented toward BDSM.
She had more than enough space to set up a St. Andrew’s cross, and for him to have plenty of freedom to swing a whip.
A large television was mounted on a wall, and she’d turned on the gas fireplace. In addition to the overstuffed couch, she’d set up a number of chairs and trays to make her visitors comfortable.
In one corner, she had an aquarium, and he wandered over. More of her menagerie?
“That’s the home to Zig and Zag.” She joined him. “They’re leopard geckos.”
“Let me guess, someone else named them.”
“Umm, no. That bit of creative genius was mine.” Her blush enchanted him.
“I’m sure it suits them.”
“You’re being kind, Sir.”
“Yeah.” With a grin, he shrugged. “I’m trying to be a good guest.” So I get invited back.
With a small laugh, she led the way to her office.
She casually propped a shoulder against the doorjamb and took a sip of her wine.
Her workspace was uncluttered, and a notebook computer sat on a glass desk. A few manila file folders were stacked nearby, but other than a cup containing pens and pencils, nothing else adorned the surface.
Her chair faced a window featuring a soothing panorama of pine trees and distant mountains. “This is why you live up here,” he guessed.
“This view is why I made an offer for more than the asking price,” she agreed. “I see deer and elk most times of the year. I could make more money other places”—she took another sip—“but at what cost?”
Because it seemed she had more to say, he remained quiet.
“When I lived in Denver, I complained about the snow and icy roads. Even though the weather is harsher up here, I enjoy it. There’s a peacefulness I never found in the big city.”
The handwriting on the tab of a file folder caught his eye. DNM. His company. “What’s this?”
Her cheeks turned so red that they almost matched the color of her wine. “I…ah…meant to put that away.”
“Mind if I have a look?” he asked.
“Since it’s about you, you have that right.”
While he flipped open the cover, she paced.
As suspected, there was a small dossier on him. Smart. Which meant she’d definitely been planning to see him again. So there was no way he could be offended.
He just wished he hadn’t seen Eleanor’s obituary in there.
Not that he blamed Brandy for her curiosity.
Near the window, she stopped moving.
They stood close enough to look at each other, but not close enough for him to touch her.
He appreciated that she made no apologies for her research.
“No arrest records that I could find.”
“Buried deep,” he teased. “Records sealed.”
“I’m good enough that I would have found something,” she responded with appealing confidence.
“Good.” He continued on.
Intriguingly, she had copies of each page of his website, followed by pieces of paper with hand-drawn designs on them. The basic message was the same, but the look was more modern, fresh. Even his logo had been tweaked. “Impressive.”
“So is the number of businesses that you’re involved with.”
All of which had been carefully catalogued by her.
“Anyway, your website needs to be refreshed. Your copyright is out of date and your SEO could use some fine-tuning. You’ve got a few broken links. And…” She raked her hair back from her forehead. “I’m boring you.”
“Not at all.” In fact, the animation in her tone was infectious.
“I was going to give you some ideas to take to your web people. Sorry if I overstepped any bounds. Occupational hazard.”
“Once you’re finished, I’ll be interested in taking a look.” He put down the folder, appreciating both her resourcefulness and fresh eye.
“You’re not offended at all? Even by me delving into your personal life?”
He closed the distance between them to capture her chin. “Not in the least. I don’t want any woman taking risks with her safety. Especially you.”
As he turned to leave the room, he noticed the wall behind her was decorated with pictures of dogs and cats. One had a photo of her with an older gentleman. They stood with their backs to a mountain, and they were each holding a trout. “Your father?”
She nodded. “Two summers ago, near Shadow Mountain Lake.”
“There’s a strong resemblance.”
“Especially the nose,” she said, wrinkling hers.
“Nothing wrong with your nose.”
“I’m delighted that you’re blinded by lust, Sir.”
When she walked past him, he smacked her ass.
Yelping, she turned back to face him, almost spilling her drink.
“None of that bullshit,” he warned. “Every time you say something self-critical, you’ll earn a punishment.”
“But—”
“Don’t push me.” His voice was very near a growl.
She opened her mouth to speak.
“I fucking mean it.”
Bravely, she continued to stare at him.
“Want to try me?” he challenged.