Chapter 7 #2
“No,” I said, shaking my head as I realized how my last sentence had sounded.
I reached forward and put my hand over his.
“It doesn’t matter to me that you’re the CEO of a wildly successful company.
You could be a janitor for all I care. You’re sexy, smart, and funny.
You’ve been nothing but respectful toward me during our time together, both professionally and personally.
There’s nothing more I could ask for in a man. ”
He visibly relaxed and winked at me. “I’ll accept that answer.”
I chuckled. “I’m glad. Is this something you want to do too?”
“Yes. I’ve never clicked with someone like I have with you. I’d really like to keep exploring this and showing you how much fun being in a kink relationship can be.”
“Yay.” I gave his hand a squeeze. Things were going very well, but I did have one major question for him. “How is this going to change things at work?”
“I don’t plan for it to change anything. I’d like to keep everything we have in place at the office as is. As much fun as playtime is, I don’t want it to interfere with our professional lives, so nothing happens there.”
That was a relief. “Thank you. I feel the same way.”
“Outside of work, I say we treat this like a normal relationship. Except for when we’re in the bedroom, I’m in charge.”
“That sounds perfect to me, Sir,” I said, and winked at him.
I’d read some books about submissives being in the dynamic twenty-four seven, and I didn’t want that for myself. I wanted to answer to Caleb in the bedroom, but I wanted to feel like his partner outside of it. As for work, I’d never want my desires to get in the way of business.
“Not to throw a wet towel over this conversation, but I am going to have to have you sign some forms stating this is a consensual relationship,” Caleb said a bit sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“I understand. I’ll sign those when you get them to me.” I really wasn’t upset; I could see how our relationship could cause problems for him.
“Thank you. I hopefully should have them by tomorrow.”
“Okay.” It went quiet as we stared at each other. “Does that mean we can’t have any fun tonight?”
“I should say yes. I’ve already taken quite a risk this weekend.”
“But?” I asked as he paused.
“But I can’t get enough of you.” He closed the gap between us and enveloped my lips in a passionate kiss.
Sitting side by side made it tough to make out. He growled, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me onto his lap. I adjusted myself so I was straddling him. I could already feel his hard shaft underneath his jeans.
“So much better,” I said, and leaned down to reunite our lips. He ran his hands up and down my back as I rocked my hips back and forth against his cock.
He played with my hair and tugged on my ponytail, pulling my head back and causing my chest to be in front of his face.
“Why is it,” he asked as he squeezed my breast, “that you make me revert back to a teenager with no control over his body?”
“I don’t know.” I gasped as he rolled his hips and pressed against my core. It felt like rays of electricity were shooting through me.
“There’s something just so intoxicating about you. I need to taste you.”
He let go of my hair and placed his hands at the bottom of my blouse. He pulled it over my head, and the next second he was unclasping my bra.
“Damn, Joey Tribbiani would be proud,” I joked.
I cried out as he bit my nipple between his two front teeth. It wasn’t hard enough to cause any bleeding, but the sudden jolt of pain caught me off guard.
“No jokes right now.” He licked my sore skin, turning my pain into pleasure.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“I need to be inside of you, Theresa. Now.” He unzipped his jeans, and his cock sprang free.
“Here? On the couch?”
“Yes. Lift up,” he ordered.
I did as he said, and he pulled my pants and panties down to my knees. I thought he was going to help me remove them fully, but he guided my hips and sat me down on his hard shaft.
“Oh,” I moaned at the sudden feel of being stretched. It was exactly what my body had been craving.
“What color are you, Theresa?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good. Ride me.”
I wasn’t able to move my legs, but I could rotate and lift my hips up and down some.
I set a steady pace. He pulled my ponytail again, making me arch my back.
I felt a twinge of pain, but it dissipated quickly.
He captured one of my breasts in his mouth again and ran his tongue over my sensitive nipple.
I moaned, putting more force into my movements.
“Just a bit more,” he muttered as he met me thrust for thrust, driving more deeply inside of me.
“Oh, Caleb.” I gasped, the combination of pain and pleasure overtaking me. My body spasmed as my orgasm washed over me. I barely registered his groan and the warmth that filled my pussy.
He didn’t pull out after he finished, leaving me feeling full. We didn’t move for several minutes, both of us catching our breath. If this was how kinky sex always was, I was sorry that I hadn’t had the courage to try it sooner.
“Are you okay?” he asked, letting go of my hair.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you,” I said, bowing my head and resting it on his shoulder. It felt like it weighed fifty pounds.
“You’re welcome. Thank you. There’s something so irresistible about you. I just can’t get my fill.” He lightly ran his hands up and down my back.
“We can do this as many times as you’d like,” I said, kissing the side of his neck.
He chuckled. “Don’t say that or you’ll live to regret it.”
“Why?” I asked, raising my head to meet his gaze.
“Because I’ll carry you into my bedroom, tie you to the bed, and have my way with you at least a dozen times tonight.
Your pussy will be raw, and we won’t be able to do it again until it heals.
” A shiver went up my spine at the visual that popped into my head.
“I don’t mind causing you some temporary pain, but that would be too lasting for me,” he said, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Do you really have restraints in your bedroom?” I asked, feeling my face heat as a new wave of desire washed over me.
“That’s what you took out of my admission? That I have restraints in the bedroom?”
“Well...” I shrugged. Being tied down and forced to submit to whatever he wanted to inflict upon me sounded hot.
“I fear I’m turning you into an insatiable, kinky minx.”
“Is that the worst thing?”
He smiled. “No. No, it is not.”
I leaned my head down and our lips met. He was gentle, and was still rubbing my back. It was a nice contrast to a few minutes ago. I wanted to cry when he pulled away.
“As much as I’d like to continue this, or better yet, fulfill your wish about being tied down and taken advantage of, I think a shower is a more fitting idea.”
“You sure I can’t talk you into it?” I asked half-heartedly. I was beginning to feel tired. The full meal, excitement from our talk, and our quickie were catching up to me.
“Yes. Come on,” he said, positioning his hands under my butt and standing up, still inside of me.
“What are you doing? Put me down,” I exclaimed, holding onto him tightly.
“Why?”
“Cause I’m heavy!”
He smacked my ass, all while continuing to stride forward. “I don’t want to hear that type of talk from your mouth, Theresa. You’re a beautiful woman who is the perfect weight for herself.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said as my ass smarted from his spank.
“Good girl.” He gave me a peck on the forehead and proceeded to carry me through his bedroom and into the master bathroom. “Can you stand?”
“Yes.”
He kept a light grasp on my upper arm as I unwrapped my legs from around his waist. Finally, our physical connection ended. I felt his warm cum run down my inner thigh.
Caleb opened his glass shower door and started the water, stepping under it once it warmed up.
“This is nice,” I said, coming up behind him and giving him a hug.
The steam from the shower billowed around us as the hot water sprayed down. It felt wonderful against my tight muscles.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he said, turning and pulling me into a tight embrace.
We stood under the hot water for a few minutes, Caleb’s arms wrapped around me. I could get used to this.