He gave her a slow smile. “It’s not about your job, if you’re wondering about that. I assure you that you’re doing a fantastic job. To be honest I’ve been curious about you. Dave and Mike—” the HR rep who’d initially contacted her “—did your interview and so I really know nothing about you at all. Where are you from?”
They made small talk for a little while, and then Mark leaned forward. “I’ll be honest with you, Katherine.” She blinked as he used her first name for the first time since the beginning of her employment. “I want you.”
“You… what?” She blushed as she felt his hand settle on her knee beneath the table. “Want me where?”
“On my desk. In my bed. On the floor.” He spoke low, his fingers slowly trailing up the inside of her thigh. “Your legs are exquisite. I want to know what they feel like without the panty hose.”
“I… I…” Katherine bit down on her lower lip as he started massaging the inside of her thigh; slow circles of his thumb that sent tendrils of heat traveling straight to her core. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m completely serious.” The waiter arrived with their entrees, and without removing his hand from her leg he looked up and engaged in a brief conversation as the waiter set everything out. Katherine had to ball her fists in her lap to keep from trembling, and she was certain the waiter couldn’t have missed the scarlet blush staining her cheeks.
Once the waiter went on, he continued on as though nothing had happened. “I know you want me, Katherine. I’ve seen those naughty little glances you’ve tossed my way when you thought I wasn’t looking.” His hand trailed down to stroke the area right underneath her knee, sending more shivers through her and making her hot all over. She’d no idea that was such a sensitive area! “I’m sure you’ve wondered on more than one occasion what it is I do with the women I’ve brought back to my office. Now you have a chance to find out.”
Katherine licked her lips, which had gone as dry as the inside of her mouth. She wanted to reach for her wine glass to wet her throat but she was trembling from Mark’s continuous caresses and wasn’t certain she could be trusted not to spill the wine on herself.
“If you do decide you want to do this, you should know it will be a Dom/sub relationship,” he continued, picking up his fork and sampling his alfredo as he continued to touch her underneath the table.
“What does that mean?” she picked up her own fork slowly, but found that she couldn’t concentrate long enough to get anything from her plate onto the utensil.
“That means I will be the one in control, and you’ll trust me to do what’s best to bring you pleasure,” he told her. “It won’t be anything like you’ve ever experienced before sexually.”
That wasn’t really saying very much, Katherine thought, but she had the idea that what Mark was referring to was considered… taboo. “Is that like when I have a safe word and I tell you when to stop?”
He chuckled. “It won’t be anything quite that intense, but yet. Don’t be afraid, Katherine,” he told her when her nerves flashed in her eyes. “I’ll take good care of you. You can trust me on that.”
What did she have to lose? It wasn’t every day that devastatingly sexy men told her they wanted to have kinky sex with her. And maybe this was the kind of thing she needed. Her life had been tedious this last year, full of nothing but work and worry.
“Alright,” she told him. “What do you want me to do?”
“First,” he told her, setting down his fork and picking up her own. “I want you to eat.” He scooped up a bite of pasta off her plate and held it up to her lips. “Go ahead, take a bite.”
She did as he asked, and admitted to herself she’d never been so self-conscious of eating in her life—his eyes were boring into her face the entire time.
“There you go,” he said huskily. “You have such gorgeous lips. Have another one. Go more slowly this time.”
He fed her bite after bite, and she learned to slide her lips slowly along the fork, and she knew from the gleam in his eye that he was thinking of having her lips wrapped around something very different. She felt a flutter of embarrassment at first, but as she continued it faded as she realized this simple act was the sexiest thing she’d ever done. She could tell by the expression in his half-lidded eyes that he was aroused, and the knowledge aroused her too—her nipples were stiff beneath her bra, and the space between her legs was moist and pulsing lightly with need. All the while he continued to toy with her leg, brushing his fingers under her knee and down the back of her calf.