5. Business as Usual
Madison
Friday lunch is with a new client. No surprise guests at this one. Thankfully.
“Next time I’ll bring more people.” Heath Duncan is a beast of a man with a broad grin and a twinkle in his eyes. As tall as any of my guys. As broad as Blake. And handsome. Brown hair with a touch of a wave and blue eyes the color of the ocean. He’s a little older than my guys, I’d guess. Those eyes pause on me again. “Or you could bring more pretty women with you.”
He winks at me, making me blush and look away. He’s been flirting with me the entire lunch. The other guys seem fine with it, but Blake is reaching a boiling point.
Seth shakes his head. “Stop trying to poach our new assistant. There are plenty of good ones left. Find your own.”
Heath’s laugh is carefree and inviting. “So selfish, but I must say, you have impeccable taste. Every new one is more breathtaking than the last.”
My gaze jerks up to his. Every new one. This guy is supposed to be a new client. How would he know?—
“Enough with the compliments.” Coop leans back in his chair with a grin. “You’re confusing Madison.”
Heath gives me a look. “That one”—he points to Coop—“and I go way back. College days. Before this lot moved him off campus.”
That gives me a little context. I smile slightly, trying not to be encouraging.
“It took me years to get my business to where I could afford to hire these guys.” Heath chuckles and waves at the four of them. “They have a knack for finding talent. I’m sure you’re quite brilliant beneath that gorgeous exterior.”
My cheeks must radiate with heat. I don’t even know how to respond to this guy.
“Getting them young and teaching them right. Isn’t that what I always told you?” Heath grins and hits Coop in the shoulder. Blake’s fingers tighten dangerously on his fork.
Seth clears his throat. “Let’s get back to business.”
With the weight of Heath’s stare off me, I focus on taking notes for the meeting. When we all rise to leave, Blake steps behind me and guides me out around Heath, who just laughs.
“He’s a possessive one. Worried I’ll slip her my card, Blake?” Heath’s voice follows us out into the noisy dining room.
“Asshole,” Blake mutters. He finally stops when we are outside of the restaurant, waiting for the car to pull around.
I stand beside him, always aware of his presence but also knowing we’re supposed to be coworkers. His hand settles on the small of my back. I don’t lean into him like I want to because that wouldn’t be appropriate for his assistant to do. His thumb brushing over my ass cheek is barely appropriate, but I ignore it.
When the car finally arrives, I glance up as I step inside and swear I see Valerie across the street. My heart clatters to a stop, and my fingers go to the scarf around my neck. I rush into the car and slide over to see if I can spot her from the safety of the car.
Blake grumbles as he climbs in after me.
I grab his jacket sleeve and tug on it. He finally registers my face. His green eyes narrow on mine.
“Why are you so pale? Are you sick?” He cups my cheek.
I shake my head and force out, “Valerie. I saw her.”
But when I look out the window, I don’t see her at all. I gaze up and down the street, but she isn’t there.
“She was right there. I didn’t notice until I was getting into the car.” The words tumble out of my mouth in a blur. “She was watching me. She looked right at me.”
My body shakes, and Blake draws me into his side, wrapping his arm around me.
Seth opens the door and gets in on the other side. “What happened?”
“Madison thought she saw Valerie,” Blake says against my hair.
“I did see her.” I lift my head to meet their eyes. “It was her. She was there, and then when I looked again, she was gone.”
Seth brushes his hand over my hair and meets my eyes. “We believe you.”
His gaze flicks to Blake. I’m sure Blake shakes his head at Seth to tell him he didn’t see her. I want to believe that they believe me, but I also know trauma does weird things to people. Makes them see and feel things that aren’t there.
But this isn’t that. I’d recognize her dark hair and those soulless eyes anywhere.
When the driver pulls away from the curb, I keep my gaze out the window, watching everyone on the sidewalk. It was her. I know it was. She could be watching me right now and I wouldn’t know it. I can’t feel her gaze on me, and I wouldn’t have known she was there if I hadn’t met her eyes.
After a block of me staring out the window, Seth draws me into his arms and rubs my back.
“The police are doing everything they can to find her and Jeff.” His voice is reassuring, but what he’s saying isn’t necessarily the truth. An assault with an unlawful restraint charge isn’t a high priority for the police, no matter who the victim is or who she knows. I’m well aware of this.
Those two will eventually do something that brings them in, and then they’ll be charged. But until the police catch them, they’re always there. Somewhere, waiting for me to slip up.
* * *
Noah
Seth filled us in about the sighting after lunch. Madison still looks a little shell-shocked an hour later. She works, but it’s like she’s seen a ghost. Her fingers tremble on the keyboard and she keeps looking at the elevator. I’ve been trying to let her be and let her adjust, but this is ridiculous.
She needs to get out of her head. I happen to enjoy getting her out of her head. Maybe a little too much.
When I clear my throat from my doorway, Madison looks up from whatever she’s working on. Her blue eyes meet mine. I nod toward my office for her to join me.
When she rises, I back inside and hold the door open. She walks in with her notepad in hand.
“Sit.” I nod to the couch as I close and lock the door.
Her eyebrow rises at the sound of the lock, but I don’t mention it as I join her on the couch.
“You have something for me?” She opens her notepad and holds her pen ready.
“I don’t have any work for you to do, but I want to talk to you.” I lean back on the couch and fold my hands in my lap.
She sets the pen and pad on the coffee table and turns toward me. “What about?”
Time to get her back on track. “Limits. Hard. Soft. None.”
Color rushes to her cheeks, and she barely holds back a smile. “Shouldn’t that wait until later? The meeting?”
I shake my head. “I want to make sure you’re okay with what I want to do to you. I don’t want you to be surprised at the meeting.”
Her smile grows and my pulse increases. “Okay, Noah. What do you want to do to me?”
I grin and pick up my tablet. “Did you get a good look at the room last night?”
Licking her lips, she shakes her head. “Things happened pretty quickly, and I was blindfolded for most of it.”
“That’s what I thought.” I open some pictures on my tablet. “We have furniture that helps with certain positions.”
I hand her the tablet. On the screen are photos from websites showing how the furniture can be used. If I want to bind her like the women in the photo. Which I do. Thinking of having her like this makes me hard, but I’ll understand if she’s uncomfortable with the idea.
It won’t make me want her any less.
Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens into a small O. “You want to do this with me?”
She points to a bench that would hold every inch of her down while leaving her pussy, ass and mouth available for me—and potentially the others—to use.
“Yes.” I brush her hair behind her ear.
Her heated eyes flick up to me. “I don’t see anything I wouldn’t be willing to try.”
She hands me back the tablet, and I set it on the table.
“What do you want from us, kitten?” I take her hand and turn it over in my palm. Running a finger over her wrist, I meet her gaze.
“Anything you’re willing to give to me.” Her voice is breathless. Her hand trembles in mine.
“We have all explored our kinks and can’t wait to try them with you, but have you been able to explore things you might want to try?” I grab the hem of her skirt and inch it up.
Her darkened eyes rise to mine. “Between your kinks, I think I’ll explore everything with you guys.”
I chuckle darkly. “Not necessarily. We all tend to be dominant and want control. We want you at our feet, begging for pleasure.”
She bites her lip as I inch her skirt up to reveal her panties. I know she’ll be wet and ready for me, but I want her to explore her own sexuality too, outside the constraints of what we desire.
“What I want to know is if you want us to kneel for you.” I slide to the floor and take hold of the sides of her panties, dragging them down her legs. “If you might long for control.”
Her breathing quickens. I hold her knees apart and take in her pink pussy, glistening with wetness.
“What do you want me to do, kitten?”
I rest my hands on her knees and wait for her.
Her blue eyes twinkle as she rests against the back of the couch. “Unbutton my blouse.”
I rise and undo her buttons. One by one. Revealing the lacy white bra beneath. I stop when I finish her order and look at her.
“Suck my nipple.”
I lean forward and suck on her nipple through the bra. Gasping, she arches her back, pushing herself more into my mouth. I keep my hands on her knees, though my fingers clench into her soft skin. I take her in, sucking, teasing. Her soft floral scent blends with the musk of her desire.
“Do the same to the other.” Her eyes are barely blue when they meet mine as I latch onto her nipple and suck. Tonguing the tip. Giving it the same attention.
“Slide your hands up my thighs.”
Holding myself back, I pause next to her groin, still sucking on her tit. I want to fuck her so hard right now, but she needs to know I’m willing to play by her rules too.
“Rub my clit.” Her hips buck toward me as she buries a hand in my hair.
I drag my finger through her wetness, gathering it before sliding to her clit and rubbing her softly.
“Harder, Noah,” she whispers, like we’re sharing a secret.
I’m so fucking hard right now. My pants are almost painfully tight against my cock. I want to grab her arms and hold them above her while I fuck her.
She pulls me off her breast and pushes me back on the other one. “Fuck, Noah, put your finger inside me.”
I slide my finger deep inside her, and she hums with pleasure.
“More.”
Another finger joins the first, but that’s not enough for my kitten.
“More.”
I slide in a third, stretching her.
“Oh, fuck.” Her eyes squeeze shut. Her lips part. “Fuck me with your fingers, please.”
Slowly, I thrust in and out of her while I suck on her nipple and tease her clit. She pulls my mouth from her nipple and meets my eyes.
“Suck my clit.” Her words are more a command than anything she’s said so far, and I grin. She’s taking charge of her own pleasure.
Pressing my lips against her clit, I tease it with my tongue before I suck it. She grabs my free hand and lifts it to her breast, moving the lace out of the way so my fingers trace her nipple.
“Faster,” she says with a moan. Her heavy breaths fill the room, and her hips buck against my mouth and fingers. “I’m going to?—?”
She bears down on my fingers. I suck harder as she cries out. Her whole body arches against me as she comes. Slowing my pace to ease her back down, I press a kiss to her clit and feel the aftershock ripple through her. I sit back on my ass in front of the coffee table, looking up at her.
Still splayed open. Her pussy swollen and glistening wet. Her shirt unbuttoned and one hardened pink nipple exposed. Her bra damp from my lips. She looks properly ravished. She’s a goddess.
“How’d that feel, kitten?”
Her smile is wobbly, and she gives a little chuckle. “So good.”
“Maybe Blake and Seth’s little submissive might be a switch?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
She puts her hand over her heart and inhales. Her eyes sparkle at me. “Maybe. I might need to try it out more to find out.”
I grab her hand and pull her down to straddle my lap. My hand dives into the back of her hair, and I pull her mouth to mine, thrusting my tongue inside. She meets it with her own as her hips rock over me. I pull back.
“Always willing to play whichever role you desire, kitten.” I lick her bottom lip.
Her lips part.
“Undo my pants.”
Her hands make fast work of my belt, button, and zipper. The relief from the constraint isn’t nearly all I want from her.
“Take me inside you,” I say against her lips.
She rises onto her knees and pulls my cock out of my pants before sinking down over it. Her mouth opens in a gasp. I claim her lips as I thrust up into her. We surge together, fucking like we can’t get enough of each other.
I break off the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. When her hungry eyes meet mine, I reach around and slide my finger, wet from her orgasm, into her ass. She convulses around my cock as she clings onto my shoulders.
“I’m taking this ass, kitten.” I thrust hard into her. “In the meeting, my cock will be the one thrusting in and out of your tight ass until you come all over me.”
“Noah.” She shudders in my arms as I press deep one final time and explode. I can feel her all around me as I pulse within her, spilling my seed. I meet her eyes as our foreheads press together.
Maybe I’m falling too hard, too fast. Maybe I don’t care. “You’re mine, kitten. Every inch of you belongs to me. And every inch of me belongs to you.”