Yes. Finally.

  She gasped at how large and hard he felt under her fingers.

  He continued talking as she followed his command. “That’s it. Touch it and see how hard thoughts of you have made it. Right now, it’s begging me to take my pants off and push you face down over the arm of the sofa.”

  She kept her hand on him since he didn’t tell her to move, but God, she wanted to shove her hand under his waistband and feel him skin-on-skin. Then she wanted to bend over the arm of his sofa and offer herself to him.

  “Margaret.”

  She jumped at the sound of her name. “Sir?”

  “You’re thinking too much. I’m not sure about what, but you’re too deep inside your mind.”

  How did he know? “Sir?” she asked again, because was he a mind-reader or something?

  “It doesn’t take much in the way of observational skills to see unnecessary thoughts preoccupy your mind at the moment. When you and I are together like this, I’m to be the only thing you need concern yourself with. Understand?”

  She frowned. How was that possible? Could you work your brain like that? “I understand what you’re saying, Sir. I’m not sure how to do it. It’s like when someone tells you not to think about a duck and all you can think about are ducks.”

  He didn’t speak, and she hoped he was thinking about ways to help her and not wishing he’d never agreed to this.

  “Maybe you would find it beneficial to picture my words in your mind as I say them,” he said, and it sounded reasonable to her. “That way, you’re thinking, but only about what I said.”

  “I like the way it sounds,” she said. “I’ll try it, Sir.”

  He nodded. “Tell me what your top three fantasies were when you thought about being in a power exchange scene.”

  She exhaled deeply. Wow, talk about jumping straight in the deep end. However, she never thought about being anything less than truthful. “Number one is anal sex. Number two would be a capture fantasy. And number three,” she thought for a minute, “probably double penetration.”

  “I plan on sending you home with a copy of my checklist,” he said. “But just so you’re aware, sharing is a hard limit of mine. I’m not opposed to double penetration as long as another man isn’t involved. Is that acceptable to you?”

  She bit back a laugh.

  “Are you laughing at me, Margaret?”

  “No, Sir,” she said, unable to stop her grin.

  “Obviously, something amused you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied but hastened to add, “It’s not really you, but something you said, or more to the point, how you said it.”

  He remained silent, no doubt wanting her to continue.

  “You told me to picture everything you said in my mind, right, Sir?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he said with a hint of hesitation.

  “Everything you say, I picture as words written in Comic Sans,” she said. “And double penetration looks funny in that font.”

  “I see,” he said, and she stopped herself from asking what it was he saw. “It’s going to take a bit more in order for me and only me to get inside your head. Lucky for us both, we have plenty of time. Let’s start with you bent over the arm of the couch.”

  Needless to say, his plan was already working because she didn’t picture any of those words in any font whatsoever. She hurried to get into the position he asked and once there, found only Isaac in her mind. She wasn’t about to tell him his plan already worked. Not when she was finally in a position for him to do something.

  “Spread your legs more,” he said from somewhere behind her. “I want a good look at everything it is you’re offering.”

  She would die if all he did was look. She would die so dead. Damn, she thought as she moved her legs the way he’d asked. What if all he did was look today?

  But from behind her came his footsteps, even and steady as he walked across the hardwood floor. She held her breath as he drew nearer.

  “No, Margaret,” he said. “We can’t have that. You need to breathe. Inhale.”

  She followed his command.

  “Good girl. Exhale.”

  He repeated the exercise a few more times and she, surprisingly, felt more relaxed when he stopped.

  Until his hand brushed her ass. “You’re beautiful, Margaret.”

  She’d never felt particularly beautiful at any point in her life with the possible exception of her wedding day. That didn’t count in her mind, because ninety-nine percent of women probably felt the same way. And the truth was, while she didn’t have a problem with nudity, being naked never made her feel beautiful. Besides, naked people looked funny. She didn’t think she’d ever looked at a naked person and thought they were beautiful.

  “Lost inside your mind again, I see.” His voice was a combination of amusement and resolve. “I see we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”

  Her body tensed at what he meant by ‘the hard way’. Naked didn’t didn’t seem so funny anymore.

  But no sooner had she tensed, then both of his hands were on her, stroking down her back. “Relax, Margaret. Let go. Let your body feel. And let yourself get lost in my touch, because I’m watching over you and I’ll always get you home safely. That is my solemn vow to you.”

  How could she do anything else when he made a promise like that? She took one more deep breath and allowed her body to sink into the sensation of him.

  He responded by trailing kisses along her spine. That part of her had to be hyperaware because every brush of his lips against her skin felt magnified and she lifted her back up, wanting more of him.

  “Be still,” he whispered and swept his fingers down her side from her neck to her waist. “Just feel. Don’t anticipate. Don’t try to guess.”

  As they progressed further and further into the scene, she found it easier and easier to obey. The more he spoke, the more she listened. With each command he gave, she prayed another would follow. Her entire being focused on him, his voice, and his touch.

  His teeth nipped the swell of her ass and she gasped because that had never been part of any fantasy and that was a damn shame. He did it again. Harder.

  “Oh, yes. More,” she begged.

  He smacked her backside with a sharp slap, and she squealed. It was unfair for him to be so unaffected when she was melting into a puddle of girl goo. He dragged a finger from the back of her knee, up the inside of her thigh, and lightly skimmed her entrance.

  “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

  The roughness of his voice proved he was not as unaffected as she’d thought and she smiled inwardly. He slipped a finger inside her, making the smile disappear with a sharp intake of breath. For several long minutes he continued, taking his time and working first one finger and then two inside her.

  “You’re so tight and wet,” he muttered while he kept teasing her with his fingers. “It makes me so hard thinking about slipping my cock inside you. To push myself into that wet heat and feel you wrapped around me, your body stretching as I fuck my way deeper and deeper.”

  “Sir. Please.” She didn’t want to come until he granted permission, but holy hell, the way he talked made it difficult for her to hold back.

  “Oh, no,” he said. “Don’t even think about coming. I’m not anywhere near finished with you.”

  What? He had to be kidding. “Sir?”

  “The least I can do today is explore one of your fantasies.” He slipped his fingers out of her and circled her anus. “Don’t you think?”

  She couldn’t think of anything at the moment. “Huh?”

  “Of course, do you know what’s better than exploring one fantasy?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Exploring two.” Having said that, he moved off to the side for a second.

  The next thing she felt wasn’t his finger, but something wet dribbled between her ass cheeks. He was going there today? She’d thought it’d be at least a few weeks before he even brought anal sex up.

  “Uh, Sir?” She didn’t wait, but rushed ahead, wanting to get the words out. “I don’t think….” Her voice trailed off because he suddenly appeared before her.

  “Did you mean to say ‘red?’” he asked.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Did you mean to say ‘yellow?’”

  “No, Sir.”

  “In that case, I’ll continue and you’ll be quiet.” He moved behind her again. “I only want you to speak if you’re using a safeword or answering a question I asked you.”

  She remained silent, not only because he was right, but because she’d been aroused by the firm and uncompromising way he’d responded. Though she’d expected he’d turn her on with what he did to her, she wouldn’t have guessed the same thing would happen by him correcting her. It was a fairly big revelation to her, but Isaac kept talking, so she put it aside to think about later.

  “What I’ll show you today isn’t exactly the same as two men taking you.” He chuckled. “I’m a very possessive Dom and I told you I don’t like to share. But if I’m reading you right, you like that about me.”

  She did like that, and even though some part of her would always wonder what it would be like to have sex with two men, she was content not to actually have the experience.

  He slapped her ass. Fuck. That felt good.

  Something cold and hard pressed against her anus; she clenched her butt cheeks as hard as she could. His smack to her ass this time was considerably harder and didn’t feel nearly as good.

  “You have to relax,” he said. “I have ways to make it almost impossible for you to tighten up on me, but you won’t like them.”

  That didn’t sound like anything she wanted to experience. With a shaky voice, she said, “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t clench the next time.” She braced for his touch, ready for the cold and unyielding press of whatever it was he held.

  But when his touch came it wasn’t any of those. He ran both hands over the expanse of her back. “Margaret,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

  What an absurd question. Of course she trusted him. Did he think she’d be here in the position she was in if she didn’t? “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you think I would reward that trust by doing something that had the potential to put you off kink forever?”

  Not when he put it that way, she didn’t. “No, Sir,” she admitted.

  “Thank you for that. So with that in mind do you think you should expect to enjoy or hate what I have planned?”

  It sounded so sensible when he said it. Why couldn’t she make that much sense in her own mind? “Enjoy, Sir.”

  “Yes. Now, don’t clench.” His hands were back, soothing and sensual, just as before, but this time she allowed him to take her wherever he wanted. She took deep, even breaths, and focused on keeping her body relaxed. “That’s my girl.” His praise filled her with warmth from the inside out and she longed to sink deeper and deeper into that warmth.

  One of his hands moved between her legs, stroking her where she was oh-so-empty. She wanted so badly to lift her hips up, to beg him with her body for more, to fill her, to make her come. But she found she didn’t have the drive. All she wanted was to stay where she was and allow him to direct where she went.

  He said something else, and though she couldn’t make out the words, she understood the tone, and that alone made her warm again. His other hand drifted across her body and though she knew where it was headed, it didn’t make her anxious this time. Especially with the way the hand between her legs kept bringing her closer and closer to the release she knew wasn’t far away.

  His fingers circled her rear opening and she took a deep breath, humming, because it actually felt good the way he was touching her. Both his hands worked in tandem, bringing her closer and closer. She heard a whimper and it shocked her to realize it was her.

  “I’ve got you,” he promised, low and deep, strong and sure. She believed him and went where he took her.

  A finger pressed inside her from each of his hands and she didn’t pull away. She didn’t ever want it to end. He chuckled and she realized she must have spoken that out loud.

  But he didn’t speed up, he slowed down, and she groaned and begged to no avail.

  It hit her then what she needed to say. “Green,” she said, loud and strong and clear. “Green.”

  “Good job,” he said, his voice filled with pride. Something hard and unyielding pressed against her back entrance, and she allowed it inside. She took a deep shuddering breath as the pleasure intensified between her legs.

  And just as she asked, he increased his speed and his touch, and she was getting closer and closer still. His thumb stroked across her clit and she almost lost it.

  “Yes, Margaret,” he said. “Yes. Let yourself go. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

  She jumped and let him catch her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  On Monday, Maggie walked into Isaac’s office as soon as she arrived, a coffee for him in one hand and a letter for him in the other. He took the coffee with a ‘thank you’ and placed it on his desk.

  “Is that what I think it is?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I guess that all depends on what you think it is.” She tried to keep her voice as nonchalant as possible and was pleased that she did a good job.

  He stood up from his desk and towered over her. “Is that a letter ending your employment with me, thereby removing all the reasons I had for not pushing you over my desk and fucking you as hard as I could?”

  His coarse words had her swooning and ready to shove everything off his desk. Instead, she gave a low whistle. “I had no idea ‘thereby’ could be such a hot word, but you somehow made it sexy.”

  He growled but otherwise remained silent.

  “And,” she continued, “I hope it’s okay but my new employer needs me to start as soon as possible, so I can’t work a notice. Today is my last day.”

  He’d been on the first part of her call with Barbara, so none of this came as a surprise to him. In fact, he was the one who told her a notice wasn’t necessary. But acting it out in his office was fuck hot. Almost like a role play.

  “If that’s the case, you can leave now. There’s no reason for you to stay.” He motioned with his head toward the door. “You know the way out.”

  Those were his words, but his body didn’t agree based on his erection and the mischief in his eyes told a different story as well. He didn’t want her to leave yet.

  “If I may, Sir.” She ran her hand up his chest. “There’s one thing I’d like to know for certain before I leave.”

  “What would that be?”

  She cupped him through his pants. “I’ve heard rumors about you. Specifically about a certain part of your anatomy, and I really need to know if these rumors are true.”

  “You do, do you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He put his hand over hers. Stopping her from moving it further. “There’s a price you have to pay to see my cock in this office.”

  Her heart raced and wetness pooled in her panties. “What price is that?”

  “Suck it for as long as it takes for me to get off.”

  Yes. She tilted her head as if thinking. “How long will that take?”

  He shrugged. “Could be five minutes. Could be five hours. Who knows?”

  She bit her bottom lip not missing how his eyes fixated on her mouth. Wanting to tease him, she stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked the spot where her teeth had just been. He moaned low in his throat.

  “Deal,” she said, and bent her knees so she could kneel before him.

  “No, not there,” he said, putting a hand out to stop her. “Go get under my desk. I have a lot of work to do since you resigned.”

  It was wicked and she loved it. Making her way under the desk, she couldn’t help but think of the time she tried to give Ellis a blow job while he was driving. He’d been flabbergasted and told her to stop it immediately. She didn’t listen and he wound up pulling over and off the road. He allowed her to finish, but then he read her the riot act, telling her she’d done a damn dangerous thing that could have gotten them killed.

  That was the last time she’d initiated anything sexual. He’d died a few weeks later.

  Sitting in her current position under Isaac’s desk, she was only able to see his chair. But on the positive side, no one could see her unless they walked around his desk.

  Ellis would have flipped his shit at the mere thought of her blowing him in his office. She frowned. Why did Ellis keep popping into her mind today?

  A knock on Isaac’s office door kept her from thinking further about her late husband.

  She heard the door open.

  “Nina,” Isaac said. “What can I help you with?”

  “I’m looking for Maggie. Is she in here? Have you seen her?” the admin asked.

  “I saw her when she first came in,” Isaac answered. “Is she not at her desk?”

  “No, I went by there first.” Nina sighed. “If you see her, tell her I’m looking for her.”

  “I’ll be sure to do that,” Isaac said, and the door clicked shut.

  His footsteps sounded as he made his way to his desk. He pulled out his chair and sat down without looking at her once.

  “Nina’s looking for you.” He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. “Get busy.” Without waiting to ensure she’d do as he asked, he picked up his office phone, clearly ready to get back to work.

  What did it say about her that she became so aroused when he treated her like little more than a sex toy? Why was she having to force herself not to slip her hand between her legs for just a little relief? But more than that, why did she feel better than she had in years, scrunched up under an office desk, eyeing what had to be the biggest dick she’d ever seen?

  Granted, she was no cock connoisseur, but she’d seen her share.

  “Excuse me,’’ Isaac said from above her and the phone clicked as he muted the link. “Is there a reason why your mouth isn’t full of dick, Margaret?”

  “Just admiring the view, Sir.”

  “Admire it with the back of your throat.”

  She knew better than to make him wait. Before he had the phone unmuted, her lips were around the head of his cock and she was in the process of taking him in as far as she could.