Chapter 8
Kelsey
As the last of the wedding guests head out the door, I find myself shaking.
I take a step back toward the intricate handrail that leads up the elaborately curved staircase to the second floor.
I grip it hard, not focusing on a single word Hendrix is saying to his partner, Beckett Hollenbeck at the front door.
I’ve met Mr. Hollenbeck a few times this week since his office is across from Hendrix’s, so at least I didn’t have to deal with the stress of meeting the other owner of Hollenbeck, Kennedy, and Associates tonight.
I had enough on my plate fulfilling my role as maid of honor while also dealing with the barrage of smoldering looks from my boss—who is apparently also assuming the role of my Dominant.
I think I did pretty well. I don’t believe Maddie has a clue that her dad spanked me twice in the last twenty-four hours in addition to fingering me to orgasm in the pantry.
If she hadn’t rightfully been so preoccupied with her wedding, I’m not certain the heated gazes and sexual tension would have slipped by her.
I’m close to collapsing. My legs don’t want to hold me up as I stare at Hendrix’s back.
His broad shoulders and firm ass nearly make me drool.
He ditched his jacket a long time ago. He’s still wearing the tie, but his sleeves are rolled up.
Even his forearms are sexy. Thank goodness he doesn’t roll his sleeves up at work.
I’d probably get too distracted to get anything done.
I’m playing with fire. This man is far more experienced in every single aspect of life than I am. I don’t know his aims. I’m sure we are ten seconds from fucking each other clear into tomorrow, but then what?
What happens on Monday? Business as usual?
We can’t keep this up. I don’t have a clue how to separate our business and kink relationships.
I managed this past week in the office because we hadn’t crossed any lines, but we crossed most of them last night, and we’re going to dive into deep water when he shuts that door.
It’s not as though adding sex is going to change anything. He’s seen me naked. He’s made me come. He’s spanked me twice. All very intimate interactions. In fact, I’ve been more intimate with him than any other man. Not that the list is long. Adding intercourse is hardly important at this point.
And we’re definitely going to have sex.
The moment he finally shuts the front door, I flinch. He turns and saunters toward me, already pulling his tie off. His eyes burn into me. When he reaches me, he tips my chin back and stares into my eyes for long seconds.
My heart is beating loudly, and I can hear my pulse in my ears.
Slowly, his lips descend until they’re on mine. At first, he barely grazes his mouth over mine, so lightly I almost can’t feel the contact. Then he angles his head to the side and kisses me with more conviction. It’s our first kiss.
When I moan against him, he grabs my head with both hands and devours me. I can’t think or breathe. All I know is the way he holds me, the feel of his lips, his tongue against mine, the low growl coming from him.
I reach for his waist, mostly to keep from falling. Thank goodness I took my heels off hours ago.
I’m delirious by the time he releases my lips. “Bedroom. Now,” he mutters against my mouth.
“Fuck the bedroom, Hendrix,” I retort, spinning around in his embrace. “Unzip me.”
He growls again as his fingers deftly lower the zipper down my back.
I only need to shimmy a bit for the formfitting, silky, lavender material to fall to the floor around my bare feet.
Hendrix’s hands land firmly on my shoulders. His lips come to my neck. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” He bites the flesh behind my ear just hard enough to make me moan from the possessiveness and slight pain.
I tip my head back against his chest as he slides his hands around to cup my breasts.
“You want me to fuck you on the stairs, baby?”
“Yes…”
He spins me around, lifts me off my feet, and sets my ass on one of the hardwood steps. “Spread your legs. Let me look at you.”
I plant my feet wide, two steps down from my butt, and lean back on my elbows. The position might be awkward, but it’s kinky as fuck, making me feel sexy.
Hendrix wastes no time removing his shirt before tackling the rest of his clothes. His intense gaze is on me the entire time.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I watch him, and my breath hitches when he releases his cock. It’s thick and long and harder than any I’ve ever seen. Wetness floods my pussy at the sight of him.
Hendrix surprises me when he grabs under my arms and hauls me up four more stairs. He drops his clothes on the bottom step, kneels between my legs, and hooks his arms under my thighs.
I cry out the moment his mouth touches my pussy. Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting him to eat me. I was expecting his cock. Throwing my head back, I moan long and deep as he works me with his apparently magic tongue.
Fuck… “I’m gonna come,” I shout. My body stiffens. I can’t believe how fast he’s brought me to climax, but I suppose the entire evening was foreplay. He drags his wicked tongue over my swollen clit over and over.
Thank goodness we’re the only people in the house, because I can’t hold back the scream that echoes in the foyer as I orgasm violently.
Hendrix continues to grip my open thighs, keeping me still as he switches to thrusting his tongue into me. The sensation is different, but my arousal doesn’t wane. Before my first orgasm is over, another builds on its heels.
My arms are shaking, and I’m rethinking my bright idea of fucking on the stairs, but we’re definitely not moving now.
I’m seconds from another climax when Hendrix pulls back.
“No… Oh, God…” I whimper.
He holds my gaze as he grabs his pants from the steps. A moment later, he triumphantly lifts up a condom before tearing into it with his teeth and rolling it on.
Hendrix plants his hands on either side of my head and lines his cock up with my pussy. Finally. “You sure about this, Kels? There’s no going back.”
I don’t even know what he means by that statement, but I nod. I’ve never been more sure of anything. “Yes, Sir. Please, Hendrix. Fuck me.”
I cry out yet again when he thrusts all the way in to the hilt. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and he’s so big that it feels like he just took my virginity. The only difference is I get all of the tightness without any of the pain.
With a deep grunt, he pulls almost out and thrusts back into me again. His mouth crashes over mine. He sucks and nips at my lips as if he’s starving and I’m his last meal.
I’m not complaining. It’s hot as fuck. He’s so powerful even when he fucks. I feel every ounce of his dominance in the way he takes me. In an instant, I know I’m ruined for all other men.
If I live another hundred years, no one will ever make me feel the way I do right now. No one will ever look at me through the same possessive gaze. No one will ever thrust in and out of me as if they’re claiming me and our lives depend on this.
The release he denied me moments ago is right there.
He knew that. He did it on purpose so I would come around his cock.
And I do. I can’t stop it from rumbling deep inside me and bursting free.
My vision swims as I come this time, my channel milking his cock so hard that he groans, his own orgasm following right behind mine.
His forehead leans against mine as we try to catch our breath. A few seconds later, without a word, he pulls out of me and stands, scooping me into his arms in the process.
It’s inhuman how fast he carries me up the stairs and into his bedroom. The man is a brick wall. He’s not even winded. Well, he’s winded from fucking me by the front door but not from the additional effort of cradling me in his arms.
Holding me with one hand, he yanks the covers down. He finally deposits me slowly on the sheet with near-comical gentleness, considering what we just did. I’m going to have bruises on my elbows and probably a few places on my back. I can’t feel any pain now, but it will be there tomorrow.
I’ll wear these battle wounds with a smile, remembering how we fucked on the steps when I look at my backside in the mirror.
I’m still panting when he heads into the attached bath and returns a few minutes later without the condom and carrying a wet washcloth. I reach out a hand to take it, but he bats my fingers out of the way.
“Don’t even think about it, baby. I clean up my own messes. Open your legs.”
My face heats, but I obey him, watching him closely as he leans down to wipe away the remnants of our lovemaking. I bite my lip as he inspects me. He’s methodical and careful, but he also pulls my folds apart and lifts the hood of my clit as if it’s important for him to make sure I’m not hurt.
I’m not, and I wouldn’t care if I were. It would totally be worth it.
His brow is furrowed as he tosses the cloth aside and meets my gaze, climbing onto the bed. He hovers over me. “Did I hurt you anywhere, Kels?”
“No, Sir.”
“You sure?”
I reach for him, palming his chest. This is a new side of him I’ve never seen before. Tender. Gentle. Concerned. It’s endearing, and I kind of want to tell him to stop before he turns me into a blubbering idiot.
This is just sex. Raw, hot, unadulterated sex between two people who are attracted to each other and need to get it out of their systems.
I need to keep reminding myself of that because if I don’t, I’m going to get hurt.
Who am I kidding? I’m already going to get hurt.
Not the physical kind of hurt he’s asking about.
The emotional kind. I can’t begin to fathom how the hell we go forward from here.
I love my job, but it seems like there’s no way I can continue working for him indefinitely.
What happens when he gets bored of me? There are three sides to our bizarre relationship. Work, D/s, and fucking. Oh, and this new side, this nurturing he’s demonstrating. It’s melting my heart.