In one hard thrust, I was all the way in her with my balls slapping her ass. I was tempted to take her puckered hole again, but I didn’t want to stop to find lube so I pounded into her already wet and tight pussy. Holding onto her thighs, I showed no mercy in slamming into her as hard as I could. The sound of my skin slapping against hers as she moaned and writhed under me only made me more turned on. It sounded like I was giving her a spanking, and that was fucking sexy.

“I want you to come, Precious,” I demanded, digging my fingers into her skin. I loved seeing the little bruises my fingers left on her skin days later.

“Yes, Master,” she gasped, lifting her hips into my thrusts. She’d automatically lifted her hands over her head even though I hadn’t told her to. The fact she knew I liked to restrain her hands and she did it on her own to please me turned me on like mad. Dropping one of my hands between her thighs, I circled her clit. She cried out and bucked hard against me once, twice before I felt a strong surge of liquid come from her. It trickled down my balls and my own release nearly followed, but I pulled from her. Letting her legs fall over the side of the bed, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to sit up.

“Suck. Now,” I demanded, lost to my own pleasure. All control was gone when she didn’t hesitate to take me into her mouth, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat. It only took a few thrusts into her talented mouth before I yanked out with a popping sound. Using my hand, I roughly yanked on my dick before come spurted out the tip to spill over her breasts.

I wrapped a hand around her arm and made her stand before rubbing my release into her skin.

“Mine.” It was more of a growl than actual speech.

“Yours, Sir.” She didn’t have to think about her response, it came automatically.

Chapter 9

Alix

After playing the night before, John had helped me dress before taking me home, leaving me with a soft kiss and asking me to come by his work the next day so he could take me out to lunch. I was glad when I’d gone shopping for my dress for our date I’d bought a few new outfits. I would need to add to my wardrobe if he was going to keep taking me out. I refused to wear the stuffy clothes I wore to work, and those were mostly what I owned.

Since it was a lunch date, though, I put on a skirt with a button-down shirt so I’d fit in with all the other people out for lunch in the middle of their work day. It was my day off, but I didn’t want to embarrass him. I left my hair loose since he liked it that way. It took over an hour to apply my makeup since it wasn’t something I normally did. It took a few attempts before I was happy with the results.

I’d never been to his office so I wasn’t sure what to expect, which had butterflies battering my stomach. Leaving early so I could make sure I made it there on time, I was surprised to find he hadn’t been kidding about his office being practically next door to my work. It was only a few doors down and it stated his name on the door along with a list of degrees he apparently had. I was impressed.

We didn’t talk a lot about the specifics of his job, so I was a bit surprised to see “Individual and Couples Intimate Counselor” under the list of degrees. Standing outside staring at the door, I found I wasn’t really surprised when I started to piece together what he’d mentioned, not to mention how good in bed he was. Finally, I knew I had to enter so I drew a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The lobby was completely empty except for a stunning blonde sitting behind a reception desk. She smiled at me as I approached her. I knew I didn’t even compare to how beautiful she was and the fact John had never mentioned her appearance made me a bit upset. Deep down, I knew it was just my jealousy speaking and I tried to cleared my throat — and head — before taking the final steps to bring me right in front of her.

“I’m here for John O’Roarke,” I told her as normally as I could.

“Aren’t we all?” she laughed, but I didn’t find her funny so I stared at her. “He’s running a few minutes late with his appointment now, but I don’t have him down for another appointment for a while. Are you early?”

“I don’t have an appointment. I don’t think anyway,” I rubbed my arm self consciously.

“What’s your name?” she sighed as if I was bothering her by not being on her carefully written schedule book.

“Alix Hesse,” I said softly.

The woman’s eyes ran over me from head to toe, slowly, assessing me while she pursed her lips.

“Let me see what I can find,” she said before typing something into her computer. After a moment, she looked at me again. “I’m sorry, I can find no appointment on file for you so you must be mistaken.”

“Oh. Uh, okay. Can you let him know I’m here at least?” I wasn’t sure how to handle the hostile glare the woman gave me so I stepped back. There was none of the friendliness I had been initially greeted with.

“No, I can’t let him know you’re here. He is with a client right now and I’m not to interrupt for any reason,” she sneered at me.

I was about to turn and walk out, thinking I had to be in the wrong place, when one of the doors behind the nasty woman opened and a man walked out, followed by John. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up and he held up a finger to me before speaking to the man in hushed tones. The man looked from me to the blonde.

“Are you in line?” he asked. I shook my head and gave him room.

John went back into what I assumed to be his office, only to return a moment later. He stood quietly next to the blonde until the man had exited.

“Mariah, I’m going to lunch. I’ll have my phone if you absolutely need me, but I’ll be back by my next appointment,” John told the blonde. His eyes were on me though.

“Yes, sir,” she answered him, making my eyes jump to her. Did she know about his lifestyle outside of work? Or was it simply manners that had her using that term?

John stepped close to me before placing a kiss on my lips.

“Let’s go, Precious,” he whispered before threading his fingers with mine.

I fought the temptation to look back at the blonde, but John was quick to move me out the door. Before the door could even shut, he had me in his arms again, his tongue pressing into my mouth.

“God, I missed you,” he breathed when he pulled back a moment later.

“Mmm, maybe I need to visit you at work more often if I get greeted like that,” I laughed, trying not to think of the way his secretary had treated me.

“I think I could handle that,” he said, running his fingers over my cheek. Finally he stepped back and reached for my hand again. “Let’s get some food. I’m starved.”

After a few minutes of walking in silence, I couldn’t hold it back anymore and tried to casually ask the question that I’d wanted to ask from the moment I saw him.

“So, who is your secretary?”

“Mariah. Why?” He looked down at me for a moment.

“She, uh, didn’t seem to know I was coming and wasn’t exactly the most friendly about letting me know I wasn’t expected.” I tried to shrug as if it was nothing big even though it really was.

“Really? Well, I’ll be sure to let her know that is not the way to treat my girlfriend,” he said.

The word “girlfriend” made me stop without meaning to.

“What? You don’t want to be called my girlfriend?” He knew immediately what it was that had bothered me.

“No, I mean, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t realize that’s what we were.” What I thought we were, I didn’t know either, but girlfriend and boyfriend seemed so childish compared to what we had.

“Would you prefer I say you are my sub?” he tried again.

“No. I mean… I guess girlfriend is okay. I hadn’t thought about it.” While I didn’t mind being his submissive, I didn’t think it’d be appropriate for him to go around introducing me that way.