A shiver danced down Kate’s spine. He’d never called her slave before. It made her feel so … controlled.
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.”
He still wore his robe, so she reached for the front of the garment below the sash and parted the fabric. His already rising cock popped forward. She gazed in his eyes, as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and brought the tip to her mouth.
“And don’t make me come.”
She nodded as she licked him, watching his eyelids flicker as heat suffused his midnight blue eyes. She swirled her tongue over the hot flesh, dabbing at the tiny hole, tasting the salty drop of liquid oozing there. She spiraled downward, then wrapped her lips around him and swallowed the mushroom-shaped head into her mouth. He tucked his hand behind her head as she slid down his shaft, opening her throat to take him deep.
She glided up and down, his big cock filling her mouth and throat.
“Now, lick my balls.”
She drew his shaft from her mouth and tucked her hand under his shaven balls, then lifted them. She licked, then nibbled them with her lips. She drew one in her mouth and bounced it on her tongue, then sucked lightly. Her other hand still grasped his erection, stroking up and down. She licked and cajoled his soft sack in her mouth, until he moaned.
His fingers forked through her hair. “Now, suck my cock again.”
She released his balls and pressed his cock to her lips again, then took him inside. He was getting close so she had to be careful. He’d told her not to allow him to come.
She glided down, his rock-hard flesh filling her mouth as she took him deep. She moved slowly up and swirled her tongue around the underside of his corona.
“Yes, I like that.” His hand, still wrapped around her head, drew her forward until his cock filled her throat.
She glided back and he pulled her forward again. He was getting close and she tried to draw away, but he guided her head forward and back, faster and faster. He was controlling her. Forcing her to his will. Excitement skittered through her.
He arched forward,
groaning. Liquid heat filled her mouth and she swallowed as best she could, but some spilled from her lips.
He released her and she eased back, allowing his cock to fall from her lips.
His stern gaze locked onto her. “You disobeyed me. You were not to make me come.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Stand up.”
She stood and he turned his chair, guiding her in front of him, facing the desk.
“Lean over.”
She leaned over the desk, her breasts resting against the hard, cool mahogany.
His fingers stroked over her ass, then he smacked. Hard. The tingling danced along her skin, then he smacked again. Then a third time. The stinging increasing with each slap. Heat rushed through her. She gasped as he smacked again.
Then his fingers stroked over her heated flesh. Lightly.
“You have a beautiful ass. Especially when it’s glowing red like this.”
He stroked round and round, then he parted her cheeks and leaned forward. She moaned at the feel of his tongue gliding along her slick folds, then pressing into her and wiggling inside, sending tremors through her.
His finger found her clit and he teased. Pleasure swamped her senses and she sucked in air. He teased her until she felt the pleasure swell, closing in on an orgasm. Her breathing accelerated as he stroked and licked her. The pleasure swelled and she could feel it … so close.
Then he stopped.
He stood up behind her and hooked his finger through a loop on the collar, then pulled her to a standing position. A moment later, she was following him out the door. The collar tugged on her neck as he led her down the hall. He opened the door to the basement.
“You know where I want you to go.”