Chapter 14 Ian
Delicious was the only way to describe what I was feeling as I watched Collette deal with her emotions.
Her reaction to my offer to feed her still made me chuckle.
She’d obviously forgotten that I could see everything in the room, and the way she’d recoiled had been priceless.
I had to give her credit though, she’d recovered quickly. If I’d just gone by her words, I would have assumed that she was simply trying to be as willful as possible.
Any revulsion she felt was covered by her very sassy mouth. She retorted to keep things from being serious.
A groan escaped my lips as I rewatched the encounter. I had been hard since I met her, and all of our interactions have kept me in a constant state of arousal. Now certainly made no exceptions.
The things I wanted to do to that mouth. Those lips wrapped around my cock. Sucking and licking in such a pleasing manner as I gripped her hair with my hand. Thrusting in and out as she took all of me.
My mouth on hers, tasting and teasing her. Once I got a small dose of her, I was going to be addicted. I knew she was going to be my kryptonite.
Unlike others that called themselves a dom, I felt that word didn’t really apply to me. Neither did the word master.
Boss was a more appropriate name. I needed to be in charge in all aspects of my life, and by default, hers as well. My business ran smoothly, and I worked to make sure that every aspect of the company was a well-oiled machine.
There was no room for error. I had to know what was going on from the bottom level in research to the top in production and multi-billion dollar deals. Everything had to be in its proper place to make sure that nothing went wrong.
Anyone that came to work for me in this capacity as an assistant would go through this training, but very few ever had this type of determination or stamina to resist for any length of time.
It was one of the reasons I’d been so shocked and thrilled to have her announce that I could feed her.
A battle of the wills had been won, but I had a feeling that it was more out of a need for self-preservation than for actually allowing me to control the situation.
Either way, I was going to take advantage of the opportunity to touch and be near her with the excuse of giving her sustenance. When someone relied on you for their source of food, it made them become pliable, willing to do whatever was needed.
Compliance was important, but I also wanted her to want me near her. I wanted to take care of her in ways she hadn’t thought of yet. For me to be the one she turned to.
When she was completely mine, then I would be able to explore and find all the things that made her squirm and wiggle underneath me.
Collette had been the perfect specimen to bring home. She’d continued to show spirit while not asking questions for the most part. When she disagreed though, there was no holding her back.
I felt that she would be able to let me know if something bothered her in a moral sense. It was a rare trait these days to have someone that was honest and willing to speak their mind.
After she’d accepted something, it was as if that was off the table for discussion. Out of sight out of mind philosophy? It was something that I wanted to explore.
Any of the things she considered comforts were things she’d fought for, whereas she’d said nothing about the heat or cold. She simply took them as part of whatever I was putting her through, no questions asked.
I considered that her childhood hadn’t been normal in the usual sense. Others would have expected to have light, temperature control, food, and even love. Those were common for most people and modern society portrayed these as part of the normal human experience.
Without those basic human resources while she’d been developing during her childhood, it was as if she were immune to those types of issues. Things that hadn’t been part of her essential needs weren’t something that she had to have in her adult life.
When I crossed a personal line, she dug in her heels and made sure that I knew how she felt about it.
Anger had become apparent when she’d dealt with losing her clothes, personal items, or being bested by me. That had really set her off.
She wasn’t willing to lose the things she considered to be her property. As if those had more value than her personal comfort or living situation.
Then again, pulling the sheet off the bed to cover her body had been a stroke of genius. Watching her react had become a favorite hobby of mine. I could watch her for hours and never be bored.
It had completely taken what I’d planned to be a vulnerable moment and turned into her having the upper hand. Feeling that she’d had control for just a moment had made it easier for her to listen to my words.
She’d ignited when I’d spoken of what I planned to do to her. If I had touched her, she would have come right then for me. I wanted her to be on fire and unable to withstand my charms.
Others had been turned on by my words, but Collette had taken it a step further as her body had responded in such a delightful manner.
Unexpectedly, her rejections of my sensual words weren’t quite as harsh due to the way she soaked them in. I’d never had to work so hard to have someone want to fuck me.
Most women were fawning over me, and I couldn’t keep them off of me. This was not something I was used to in my world. How could she be so immune to my charms?
She must think I was so conceited. I just expected to tell her a sexual story and she was supposed to want to have sex with me. Maybe she didn’t feel comfortable with that yet.
I would have to incorporate a bedtime story each night to make sure that she was super wet before trying to sleep. If I couldn’t get her excited with my body next to her, then I would continue to speak words that spoke to her inner core.
My cock twitched at the idea. A little story time would be so much fun. Vocalizing my fantasies, that had me amped up for when I finally would get to plunge deep inside her wet hot pussy. The waiting has been more than I had ever had to do before, though.
It was a form of torture that I was comfortable with. The heat, and cold, were more the type of tactics that gave me the upper hand before gaining sexual control.
Frustration at the slow speed of her training had me pounding my fist on the desk. I wanted her to want me now. Not in two weeks or two days, but tonight—which wasn’t going to happen.
She was going to try my patience. I needed her working for me and with me. This wasn’t just about the sexual side of things, I needed an assistant. Things had to be done or I’d be forever behind and wouldn’t know how to triage issues that came in.
The sexual torture wasn’t just for her, but for me as well. A way in which I denied myself until the last possible moment.
Pleasure could be derived from it, but it was more as a way of release than anything else.
I slowed the video where she’d begun to sweat from the heat.
My hand snaked down into my pants. Rubbing at the semi hard member, I focused on her face as I told her how I would bed her for the first time.
Her expression had me gripping my dick and stroking it.
She was so hot. Almost as if she’d never been truly fucked before. The innocence on her face made me tug a little harder as I imagined myself inside her for the first time.
Nothing was left to my imagination as I watched her lean back on the couch, willing to combust.
What would it take for her to ask me to touch her?
Consent was so important because I’d had that taken away from me when I was sixteen.
My father had put me in a room with an older woman—she was twenty-five, if that. He’d considered her to be one of the finest in his group of call girls.
With his words of instruction to make a man out of me, she’d done her best.
I’d finally given in because she wasn’t going to leave until I’d slept with her and he would have punished us both in ways that were too horrible for anyone to have to endure more than once.
Patient and understanding, she’d given me time to adjust, but if it hadn’t been for the fact that I’d never been with a naked woman before, I wouldn’t have been able to get hard in the least.
A pro at her job, she managed to make sure that there were no doubts. Pictures were taken as proof and shown to my father, who had clapped me on the back and pronounced me a man.
What kind of man did that to his child?
I shouldn’t have let my thoughts turn toward him. Uninspired even by Collette’s perfect features, I would have to start over again.
The phone rang and took that choice away from me.
“Yes?”
I answered more irritated than I’d intended to be.
“They have a lead?”
I echoed, my mind not completely on the conversation. “Find out what they have and send it to me. We can’t take any chances that they’ll figure out what happened. It needs to remain hidden. There will be serious consequences if this is discovered before we’re ready.”
“Yes, sir. Precautions have been made to ensure that it isn’t revealed yet. Do you want me to take care of the witnesses in case they start to become chatty?”
“No, just keep an eye on things,”
I instructed one of Rossi’s friends that was in Ireland.
Niccoló had been a valuable asset in dealing with the incident involving Andrew Simpson’s death.
Normally, I would have handled such a matter myself, but things had been very hectic at the company. I couldn’t leave something of this magnitude to just anyone.
I felt that someone had been sending in spies to steal a new type of technology that we were about to produce.
It was another reason why I’d been cautious in my dealings with Collette.
Things that looked that good were often too good to be true. I had to make sure that she would be loyal to me.
Maybe I was being too paranoid. Then again, there were enemies everywhere that were willing to do anything to get their hands on my technology.
She might be wrapped in a pretty package, but I wanted to know that she was going to work out before I took her into my confidence.
It was time to change up this process.
My fingers flew along the keyboard and the temperature dropped.
I saw her come out of the shower area looking really pissed.
Rossi had collected all of the towels, leaving her nothing larger than a hand rag.
All the blankets had disappeared from her bed along with the sheet she’d tried to cover herself with.
Leaving no stone unturned, I watched as she stormed around the room looking for any sign of warmth that had been there only half an hour ago.
The chill in the room made her nipples stand out in her lacy bra.
She looked around the room and then did the same thing she’d done for all of the previous things thrown at her, she adjusted.
Unable to resist, I pressed the button.
“Feeling a bit of a chill, Ms. DeLandro? You can always cuddle up to me for a bit of warmth if you want to.”
Her middle finger flew up so fast it would have poked an eye out if I had been close to her.
“Think it over. It’s still your choice, you know.”
I released the button and then chuckled in delight.
My need to be a sadist had turned into masochism over the years.
Hard again, I pulled out my thick member.
As she moved around looking for a way to deal with the cold, I stroked myself until I could feel the urge to come. Watching her move around. Remembering the strokes of her soft skin. The gasps of her breath. I stroked faster and squeezed a little tighter.
All of those moments from the past week had built up. Unable to stop myself from releasing, I groaned as the creamy ribbons splattered to the floor at my feet.
Feeling like a teenager that could get caught, I bent over and wiped it up before it could soak into the carpet.
It had been years since I’d been able to come without being in control of a scene.
Collette was unlike any other. I only hoped that when her year was up, that she would consider extending her time. I wanted to explore more with her and I had the feeling that the twelve months were going to speed by rather quickly, leaving me wanting more.