For the Sub

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Master Niles’s persistence wore her down.

Yes.

A bit wobbly, she exhaled. “You win.”

“Brandy, if I do what I’m supposed to, there will be no doubt in your mind that you are the one who won. You’ve got my undying gratitude.”

Oh Lord. She was falling for him. Her heart was still racing, and the idea of being at the fundraiser with him sent adrenaline spikes through her. To diminish some of the impact, she paced the floor.

Excitedly, MW lunged for her toes.

With a sigh, Brandy scooped up his rubber foot and tossed it into the living room, sending him skidding after it.

This toy alone would make her fall in love with Master Niles.

“Since I’m in Denver right now, I’ll send a car to get you,” he said.

“That’s ridiculous, Sir.”

“I don’t want to ask you to make the drive by yourself.”

“The weather forecast is clear.”

For a moment, he allowed the silence to grow. “So you’ve checked?”

Caught.Several times over the last twenty-four hours.

“When did I have you?” he asked. “Was it the dress?”

“It was the rubber foot, Sir. It will save me a fortune on pedicures.”

“I knew it. The dress fits?”

“As if it were made for me.”

“It was altered for you.”

She stopped pacing to collapse against the refrigerator.

“Can you be ready by ten o’clock in the morning? That will put you here around noon, more or less. The hotel has a spa.”

“While that sounds wonderful, I’m afraid it’s totally outside my budget, Sir.” No matter how tempting. “But thank you.”

“It’s part of the package deal with the room. It includes hair styling, manicure, pedicure, facial, massage.”

Seriously?Or was he making that up?

“Hell, there’s stuff on this brochure I’ve never heard of. Hot stones? Some of it scares me a little.”

Despite herself, and no doubt what he intended, she laughed.

“I’d hate to see them go to waste.” He paused. “Say, yes.”

He managed to get her to do that more often than anyone else.

“Are your pets taken care of? Or do I need to find someone for you?”

Her heart melted. “I can get a neighbor. We help each other out.”

“Your work schedule is clear?”

“I actually have this weekend off. Well, until Sunday night.”

“I’ll have you back before then.”

“Then I guess we’re set.”

“Oh, and Brandy? My cock’s been hard since I left you. I can’t wait to be buried in your hot little pussy.”

Now that image was the only thing she could think of.

After finishing her work, she took the dogs for a walk to burn off some energy.

Then she stopped by her neighbor’s house, rather than calling him, and made arrangements for him to care for the house.

“When will you be back?” Martin asked.

“Probably Saturday night.” Her fingers were secretly crossed that she wouldn’t be back until Sunday. That was presumptuous, though. “If that changes, are you available?”

Martin tugged on his braided beard. “Not a problem.”

That evening, she showered before going to bed with her vibrator.

Her fantasies were of Master Niles and the last time they’d gone to bed together. While there was never a doubt he was a Dom, the scene had had a decidedly erotic, rather than BDSM edge. He hadn’t restrained her in any way. Rather, he’d had her on all fours and driven into her, but then stayed still.

Instead of it being a raw, physical act, the connection had given space for emotion to add to the dynamic. She’d felt closer to him during that act than at any other time.

Now, she turned up the setting on the vibrator and rubbed it over her clit, remembering the pulse of his cock deep inside her, the feel of his hands on her body, the scent of power and restraint that had stamped the air.

With a cry, she jerked, lifting her pelvis, thinking about him as she pressed the vibrator hard against her throbbing pussy.

As an orgasm crashed over her, she cried out his name.

Breathless, she flicked off the switch and dropped the wand.

Closing her eyes, she tried to settle.

But restless energy gnawed at her.

All night, she tossed and turned, wishing away the hours.

The next morning, as coffee dripped into the carafe with agonizing slowness, she realized she was so keyed up about seeing him that she’d forgotten to be nervous about the event.

Around six a.m., her phone rang.

This time when his name appeared on the identification screen, she didn’t even pretend to be an ice princess. She answered right away.

“Sorry if I woke you,” he said.

“I didn’t sleep much,” she replied.

“You will tonight after a good workout.”

And in your arms.

“I should have waited to hear from you,” he said. “But I couldn’t.”

“Afraid I’ll change my mind?”

“More than you might guess.”

His admission soothed her.

“Your driver is confirmed for ten, if that still works. And he’s on call for the weekend, which means he’s available to take you home anytime it’s convenient for you.”

All she needed to do was finish up some work and pack her belongings. “Sounds perfect.”

“I’ll count the hours.”

Brandy wondered where he was. Home? An office? She wanted to be able to picture him in his surroundings. Would she have that opportunity? He hadn’t invited her to his house, and she told herself that was okay.

They didn’t have a relationship.

This was simply an overnight date.

Too bad she couldn’t make her heart listen to her head.

“Call me when you’re on your way.”

Once they’d said their goodbyes, she grabbed a mug from a cupboard. Impatience made her grateful the coffee maker had the feature that allowed her to pull out the carafe and pour a cup without making a mess all over the countertop.

She carried her drink into her office and powered up her computer, intending to force herself to work if necessary.

No way would she spend the next couple of hours obsessing about what might happen the rest of the weekend.

An hour later, she realized she wasn’t fooling anyone. Rather than getting anything done, she kept staring out the window.

Giving up, she refreshed her coffee, tossed a load of laundry in the washing machine, then dressed in a skirt with tights. She added her favorite cocoa-colored suede boots and a turtleneck sweater. Suitable for the hotel lobby, she hoped.

She managed to focus long enough to make some final notes on Master Niles’s website and logo redesign.

Then she fed the lizards and cleaned their tank before walking the dogs and checking on Whisper. Since he’d been given the catnip, he had periods of great energy where he moved like a blur in her peripheral vision before he passed out for a long nap. The toy had to be an every once in a while treat, she decided.

By nine, her bag was ready to go.

She had all her makeup, a curling iron, three brushes, and the gifts Master Niles had sent.

Then, just in case, she tossed in an extra outfit and shoes.

Half an hour early, she was ready to go, which might have been a good thing since the driver arrived ahead of schedule.

When he turned the luxurious vehicle onto the main road, she called Master Niles. “Just wanted you to know I’m on my way.”

“Good.” His voice was a hungry purr. “Text me when you’re close, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

After promising to do so, she sat back to enjoy the ride.

Because she was usually the one behind the wheel, this was a treat, and she enjoyed the scenery.

The sky was a stunning, winter blue, and no clouds obscured the blazing sun.

Fortunately, the roads were clear and dry, with light traffic.

At her request, the driver pulled off the road so she could grab a vanilla latte in Frisco.

She didn’t travel to Denver often, but when she did, she liked to indulge in a rare treat. And why not? After all, Master Niles had promised her an amazing, pampered afternoon. She might as well start as she meant to go on.

When they left the foothills and headed for the plains, she realized she should have asked for a decaf. As it was, she’d drunk most of a pot of coffee before leaving home. And now, adrenaline was humming through her body.

As they neared I-25, she texted Master Niles then started to scroll through her favorite social media site to distract herself.

Though he’d said he’d meet her in the lobby, he was waiting outside the hotel when the driver pulled to a stop.

Her heart thumping, she took him in.

In jeans and casual wear, he was sensational.

And dressed in a black cashmere sweater, black trousers, and polished black shoes, one foot propped on the wall behind him, arms folded across his chest, he was breathtaking.

Master Niles looked to be part rogue, part corporate executive, all movie-star handsome.

Rather than waiting for the driver or valet to see to her, Master Niles opened her door and offered his hand.

She’d never been treated like a fairy princess before, but she could get accustomed to it quickly.

He thanked the driver, then asked the bellhop to deliver her belongings to their suite.

“Of course, Mr. Malloy.”

He tipped the man before kissing her forehead. “Welcome to Denver.”

“I’m glad to be here, Sir.”

Against her ear, he said, “Let me get you to the room so I can welcome you properly.”

She shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the day’s chill.

With his fingertips at the small of her back, he guided her toward the revolving door.

“Let’s get you settled,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind, I had some snacks sent to the room and booked you in for a well-deserved pedicure after a massage. If you want to add anything else, feel free.”

“That all sounds delightful.” Once they were in the brass elevator with the doors shut, she turned to him. “But a round of hot, sweaty sex sounds even better.”

He pushed her against the back of the car, pinning her hands above her head and using a knee to pry apart her thighs. “A woman after my own heart.” He lifted the hem of her skirt with his free hand and worked his way beneath her tights and panties to dip two fingers into her suddenly damp pussy.

“Mine,” he growled, voice gruff against her ear, making her nerves tingle. “Have you been playing with yourself, Ms. Hess?”

“Of course, Sir.” She had to tell the truth. “I was fantasizing about you.”

He finger-fucked her, fast, deep, relentless. He knew what she needed, and he gave it to her…the certainty that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, the promise of more to come, the unspoken assurance that she mattered to him. When he bit her neck, she whimpered and went limp, coming all over his hand.

The elevator dinged in advance of its arrival.

He pulled out and straightened her skirt. “That ought to hold you for a few minutes.” He licked his fingers.

She blinked, knees shaking, hardly able to believe what had just happened.

The car stopped and the doors slid open. “After you,” he said.

He led her down the carpeted hall.

In front of fourteen-oh-seven, he pulled out two electronic keys.

After offering one to her, he opened the door. “After you.”

Their accommodations were sumptuous, with floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the Rockies.

The large living room held a couch, chair, and coffee table, all facing the wall-mounted television. The wet bar had pendant lighting above it, each glass globe painted in an explosion of primary colors.

On the marble surface, a champagne bottle chilled in a silver ice bucket while two crystal flutes stood invitingly off to one side.

A wheeled serving cart was parked nearby, and she could see plates filled with chocolates, scones, vegetables, dip, crackers, and cheese.

“I call this a feast, not a snack, Sir.” And to think she’d almost opted to stay home and eat leftovers. “It’s amazing. Thank you. But I feel so spoiled that I may never want to leave.”

“We could arrange that.”

She laughed. “A month here would cost my entire year’s earnings. And the dogs would be hell on the hardwood.”

“Maybe an occasional visit, then,” he teased.

A knock on the door interrupted them, and the bellhop brought in Brandy’s bag.

“We shouldn’t be bothered again. How hungry are you?”

“For what, Sir?” She met his gaze.

“Good answer.”

He led her toward the bar, and she gathered his intent. “Finishing what you started in the elevator?” she asked.

His eyes darkened, and feminine fascination unfurled through her.

This far above the ground with no other skyscrapers near, they’d be away from voyeuristic eyes.

He pulled off her shirt while she stripped from the waist down.

With a frantic, uncharacteristic energy that she relished, he undressed.

The knowledge that he was hungry for her drove her mad.

Uncaringly, both of them allowed their clothing to fall in untidy heaps.

“Hold on to the bar.”

She heard, rather than saw him grab a condom from a pocket. He ripped open the package and dropped it on the floor.

Since Brandy knew him to be restrained and thoughtful, his lack of control thrilled her. “Do me, Sir,” she pleaded. “I’m still wet for you.”

“And I’m hard for you. On your toes, sub.”

Because of their height difference, he had to bend his knees, and he parted her buttocks.

He claimed her pussy in a single stroke that pitched her forward and made her gasp. “Sir!”

“I’ve thought about you all week.”

“And I’ve been craving this,” she confessed, her whole body on fire.

He pumped his dick in her, almost pulling all the way out before surging forward with unleashed power.

Being fourteen floors up, looking at the mountains in the distance, made the whole thing surreal. Even if they didn’t see each other after this, even if her heart was in a million pieces when their affair ended, this moment was worth the risk.

He reached around to toy with her clit, and she teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

“Are you close already?”

“Sir, I’ve been like this every hour of the day since I saw you last.”

“Good.”

He pinched her clit.

The exquisite pain made her jerk, and he moved forward at the same time, seizing the opportunity to impale her.

Simultaneously, Master Niles turned her head to capture her mouth in a kiss that swallowed her scream.

She trembled and shook.

“Squeeze my cock with your pussy,” he demanded. “Make me feel it.”

Still riding her orgasm, she somehow managed to do what he commanded.

His arms went around her like steel bands, holding her still. After a few thrusts, he froze.

Then, with a giant shudder, he ejaculated his load with a grunt of pure, male satisfaction.

Surprising her, he held her for a long moment, resting his head against hers. She’d never had any man—Dom or not—engage in this kind of intimacy after sex.

A wayward, hopeful—ridiculous?—part of her wished the moment could last forever.

When his cock was no longer quite as hard, he slid out, then he picked her up and carried her from the room.

“If you keep doing this, I’m going to forget how to walk, Sir.”

“As long as you can crawl when I want you to, it’s fine with me.”

She grinned, turning toward him.

“Do you want a shower or to freshen up? We’ve got a bidet.”

“A bidet?” she asked. “Really?”

“For freshening up,” he warned her. “This weekend, your orgasms belong to me.”

“Of course, Sir,” she agreed, kissing his cheek.

The bathroom was another treat, with its clean lines, art deco-inspired tile floor, double sinks, designer faucets, tub and shower, and private water closet.

He set her down, and she adjusted the bidet’s water.

“Uhm…” A little embarrassed, she glanced over her shoulder to study him. “Are you planning to watch, Sir?”

“Most assuredly.”

This shouldn’t bother her.

They’d had sex in almost every way possible, she’d submitted to him, he’d brought her off in the elevator.

But with him standing there, looking at her as if there were no one else in the world, she was unnerved.

Knowing that her obedience mattered to him, she inhaled to channel the courage she needed.

As he folded his arms across his massive chest, she straddled the bidet and lowered herself into position.

Aware of his close, commanding presence, she used the warm stream of water to cleanse herself.

“Let me help.” Crouching next to her, he parted her labia.

The combination of his skilled touch and the spray on her swollen pussy was dizzying.

Arousal unfurled through her, and she began to undulate.

“You’ve got a gorgeous pussy, Brandy.”

She didn’t respond. His hot demands were making her get lost inside her head.

“I think you like this.”

“More than anything, it’s your touch, Sir, that makes this hot.”

Abruptly, he shut off the water.

“What?” Blinking furiously, she opened her eyes in time to see him grab a hand towel.

“But… But, Sir!”

“You’ve had a week of deciding when to come. Today, tomorrow, I choose. I think I’ve already been generous.” He raised his eyebrows in question.

You’re a beast.

Then she remembered her place. “Of course, Sir.”

She wasn’t dealing with an ordinary man.

Master Niles was a raw, unremitting Dom.

Without any hint of sensuality, he patted her dry.

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“Your manners are much better. And now…” He turned the water back on.

“Sir?” She frowned.

“Watching you fuck it will be pure joy.”

Once more, he spread her pussy lips.

“Get on with it.”

With his support, she bent her knees.

This was awful, scandalous. And…

Wicked.

Delicious.

Her Dom’s imagination was endless, and she loved how he pushed her past her comfort zone.

“Fuck it, Brandy. I mean it. Fuck that water like it’s my cock. I’ll never let you come again if you don’t make this worth my while…”