Mastered by the CEO (Mastered By #4) (7 page)

“A sub has subtle ways of showing her Dom where her limits are,” he continued. “I’ll push you hard and there’ll be things you’ll need to decide if you’re okay with. And you’ll need to decide how to communicate those things to me. You have to do that all without dropping out of your role as slave. All of that will factor into whether I think your new attitude is working, and if it is, if it’ll translate back to the office.”

“It sounds complicated. Are you sure I can’t just blindly follow your commands?”

He chuckled. “No, I’m not. That’s why we’re doing this.”

“I meant—”

“I know what you meant. I’m just teasing. Don’t worry. Just do your best and stay focused on the fact that no matter what happens, you’ve ensured your assistant has a long and happy future with Collier Industries.”

That little ray of sunshine took the edge off her anxiety.

She nodded. “Thank you.”

* * *

Two days later, on Friday, Rachel arrived at the door of King’s huge vacation house about an hour outside the city. His driver had taken her home after King made the proposal and picked her up again today. Although King lived in Seattle, he had a vacation home near San Diego.

During the whole trip, she’d been anxiously fretting over exactly what King would require of her. He’d said he would push her hard and she believed him. But she could survive anything for one weekend.

As apprehensive as she was, however, for the past two nights she’d been dreaming of being with King. Sometimes kneeling in front of him with his big cock in her mouth. Sometimes bound and gagged with him pounding that hard cock into her.

She couldn’t believe how arousing this whole situation was.

The driver opened the door and carried her luggage inside. She glanced around in awe at the huge foyer, a glittering crystal chandelier hanging two stories above her. A spiral staircase led to a second floor, complete with a loft overlooking the living room beyond. The floor of the foyer was gleaming black marble and the rooms beyond had cherry-brown hardwood floors, but despite the dark colors, the house was filled with sunlight beaming through the skylights.

“Just go through that way, ma’am,” the driver said, pointing down a hallway. “Mr. Taylor is waiting for you in the kitchen. I’ll take the bags upstairs.”

“Thank you,” she said, then walked down the hall. Her stomach clenched, uncertain what to expect.

She walked through an arched doorway into a large kitchen with a six burner stove, an oven built into the wall, a wine fridge and various fancy appliances sitting on the black granite countertop. A delicious aroma greeted her and she breathed it in.

“Hello, Rachel.”

King stood up from the table by a window looking out over a lovely backyard beautifully landscaped with exotic flowering plants, lush greenery, and even a stream with a small bridge. Off to the side was a swimming pool designed to blend in with the natural setting, including a waterfall flowing over large rocks.

“You have a lovely home,” she said.

“Thank you. Come and sit down.”

She walked to the table and sat down.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes. You told me not to eat before I came here.”

“That’s right. Very good.” He walked to the stove and spooned some noodles onto two dinner plates, then scooped something from another pot and poured it on top of the noodles.

“May I help you?” she asked, standing up.

His gaze locked on her. “I said sit.”

She dropped back into her seat. “But I…”

Damn. She stopped herself before she said that she only wanted to help, because he’d probably consider that arguing.

“Of course,” she said. “Whatever you say.”

He nodded, then continued serving dinner, placing the plate in front of her, then a serving bowl with asparagus wrapped in bacon and a basket of freshly baked rolls. He sat down across from her.

As she gazed at the lovely meal, she pushed her hair behind her ear. He had told her to leave it loose and flowing.

“Pour us some wine,” he said.

She picked up the bottle of red wine that was already open and poured some into the two stemmed glasses sitting by their plates.

He started to eat and she wondered if she was supposed to wait or not. After a moment, she reached for her fork. He shot her a sharp glance and she drew her hand away. She waited several more minutes, her stomach rumbling.

Was this a test? Was she supposed to do something?

Finally, when he was almost halfway done, her hunger got the better of her.

“May I start eating yet?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” She didn’t know why she said it, but it just seemed appropriate.

“How should I address you?” she asked. “Should I call you Mr. Taylor?”

He’d had her call him that during their night together. And it had been sexy.

“Or Sir?”

“No.” He sipped his wine, his charcoal gaze playing over her face, gauging her reaction. “Call me Master.”

The fine hairs on the back of her neck bristled to attention. She would never willingly call a man Master.

Ordinarily.

But this was a special circumstance and she’d do whatever he instructed her to do. She knew it. And he knew it.

“Yes, Master.”

Oh, God, a little thrill raced through her. She couldn’t really be excited by calling him Master. But the shocking truth was she could feel the start of a melting slickness between her legs.

She pushed her fork through one of the small strips of beef and a few noodles and put them in her mouth. The delightful taste made her mouth water for more. She was so hungry she ate quickly, but not fast enough to catch up to him by the time he finished his plate.

“Take the plates to the sink,” he commanded.

“But I’m not—”

At his censuring stare, she stopped short.

“Yes, Master.” She stood up and stacked her half-eaten meal on top of his empty plate and carried them to the counter beside the sink, longing to steal a few more bites.

“Just leave them there and return to the table.”

She returned and hesitated, wondering if she should sit or not.

“Sit down and drink your wine.”

She sat down and sipped the glass, which had been half full but he’d refilled it.

He watched her expectantly, downing his.

She sipped again, then again, until the glass was only half full. She stopped and took a deep breath. But his steely gaze remained on her.

“May I stop now?” she asked.

“No. Finish your glass.”

While she took another sip, he poured himself another glass and she was afraid he’d refill hers, too.

But he didn’t.

When he sipped his wine leisurely, she relaxed. So he didn’t expect her to gulp it down.

She wanted to ask what he had planned for the evening, but a slave wouldn’t question things like that, she assumed.

Finally, she tipped her glass back, finishing the last of her wine, and set it down on the table.

“Would you like another?” he asked.

“No. Thank you, Master.”

He smiled. “Okay.” He stood up. “Come with me.”

She followed him out the door of the kitchen and down a hallway.

He opened a door and led her into a large room. It could be straight from the Fifty Shades movie, complete with floggers on the wall. She halted, a tremor quivering through her.

Was he going to beat her?

He opened a drawer and pulled out something black leather. He handed it to her and she realized it was a bra and panties. Or rather, a thong.

“Put that on.”

He sat down in a large, burgundy leather armchair watching her.

She glanced around. “Is there somewhere for me to change?”

“Right there is fine.”

She pursed her lips, then set the leather lingerie on a narrow, padded wooden bench beside her. Then she unbuttoned her blouse.

His gaze followed her fingers as she released each button, revealing more and more of her skin. She slipped the blouse from her shoulders, then unfastened and pushed down her skirt. It fell to the floor around her ankles and she stepped out of it. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then self-consciously dropped the straps off her shoulders and peeled it from her body. His gaze locked on her naked breasts as her nipples swelled from the cool air… and his frank male attention.

She drew in a deep breath, then quickly pushed down her panties, before she lost her nerve.

It’s not like he hadn’t seen her naked before, but not often. Usually when they’d had sex at work, they’d unfastened their clothes, but not shed them completely. When they had gotten naked, including in the shower in his suite the last time they were together, she’d felt a bit uncomfortable.

Now she was standing before him, totally nude. And he was taking in every inch of her.

She quickly picked up the leather thong and pulled it on. Then she slid her arms through the straps of the bra and tucked her breasts into the leather cups. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t get it fastened behind her.

“Come here. I’ll do it.”

She walked to him and turned around, intensely aware of the fact that her ass was totally exposed in the leather thong.

He scooped her long hair to one side, then his fingers played across her back, sending tingles through her body. The bra tightened around her.

“Turn around. Let me look at you.”

She turned and stood before him, so close her knees almost brushed his. Would he tell her to kneel in front of him and pull out his thick cock? She could see it straining against his pants.

He ran his hands down her sides, his fingertips gliding over her ribs. Goose bumps danced across her flesh. His hands slid over her hips and over her naked behind. He cupped, squeezing a little. Then he pulled her closer. His knees widened and her legs were cradled between his muscular thighs. Her breasts were just below his eye level and he stared at them.

He ran his finger over the swell of one breast, trailing lightly over the leather. Then in a sudden movement, his hand jerked downward. A tearing sound split the air and cool air surrounded her breast. The leather had been attached with Velcro and he’d torn it away.

He leaned forward and his lips brushed her hard nipple. Then he licked it. She couldn’t help arching forward.

He tore off the other cup and leaned back to stare at her naked breasts, the nipples peaking forward.

“Touch them.”

“What?” She wasn’t sure what he meant.

“Touch your nipples. Toy with them. Make them harder.”

Heat flashed across her cheeks and chest as she thought about touching herself in front of him, but she obeyed. She stroked the nubs, then squeezed them lightly between her fingertips.

“Very good. Now kneel down in front of me and sit back on your heels.”

She stepped back and lowered to her knees, then rested her bare ass on her heels, as instructed.

“Legs wide.”

She opened her thighs, exposing the leather crotch of her panties.

“Now rip off the leather covering your pussy, just like I did on your bra.”

She shivered at the thought of her private place bared to him like that. But she reached down and found the edge of the leather and tugged it away. The ripping sound of the Velcro seemed to echo through the room.

His hot gaze on her naked folds sent heat thrumming through her. She was uneasy yet intensely aroused.

Here she was almost totally naked, yet he was still fully clothed. She felt vulnerable and exposed.

She couldn’t believe she liked the feeling so much.

“Touch your pussy.”

Her cheeks burned, but she pressed her fingers to her flesh. It was slick and hot.

“Are you wet?”

“Um… yes.”

“How do you address me?”

“Yes, Master.”

His sexy smile almost melted her on the spot.

“Finger yourself. I want you to make yourself so dripping wet that my thick cock will slide right in with no effort at all.”

Her hand trembled as she moved her fingers over her moist flesh. No one had ever watched her masturbate before and it was a strange feeling. Embarrassing.

But as she watched his charcoal eyes flare to burning embers, her excitement grew. He liked watching her. That was clear. It was turning him on.

She pushed her fingers deeper inside, stroking her passage.

“Touch your clit, too.”

She brought her other hand to her pussy and found the little button hidden in the folds. She ran her fingertip over it and pleasure jolted through her.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

Fuck, King could barely stand it any longer. His cock ached at the sight of her fingers pushing in and out of her tight pussy, her other finger fondling her clit.