Her New Master(2)

“I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. You are my Master. You decide.”

He stroked her hair from her face. “Do you regret it?”

She shook her head. “But I should be punished.”

He smiled. “Do you want to be punished?”

She nodded. But not because the thought was arousing. Even though it was.

It was just the way it should be.

He rolled to a sitting position and she stood up, then turned her back to him, presenting her bare ass.

His hand slapped her left butt. But then his lips pressed against her stinging flesh and he kissed her there. Then his lips moved away and she jumped as he slapped her other cheek.

He kissed that side, too.

He did this several times, until her ass was burning, but his lips soothed her hot flesh.

He turned her toward him. “Are you happy now?”

She shook her head. “I must be very bad.”

“That’s why I just punished you.” His eyes lit up with his grin.

“No. I mean I must be bad at being a slave. That’s why Mr. Grant didn’t want me.”

Warmth and compassion filled his eyes as he shook his head. “No. Grant is a fool. You are a perfect slave.”

His hand caressed her face, then tucked her hair behind her ear, sending tingles along her neck and down her spine.

“And as far as being bad.” His hands cupped her burning ass and stroked lightly. “You are just exactly the right amount of bad for me.”



Sylvia walked up the stairs, Mr. King behind her. They’d spent the entire day together and now it was time for bed. She walked down the hall, then stopped in front of the door to her room, but he shook his head.

“The bedroom at the end of the hall,” he said.

She continued down the hall and he opened the double doors onto a huge suite. He took her hand and led her to the bed.

“Undress me.”

She turned to him and unbuttoned his shirt, then slid it from his broad shoulders, admiring his sculpted chest. Then she unfastened his belt and pulled down his zipper. She eased his pants down slowly. The thickness of his cock grew inside the black underwear. She pulled the elastic forward to free it, then guided the briefs down his legs. Crouched in front of him, his erection at full attention in front of her, she almost leaned forward and kissed it.

She dropped the briefs to the floor and gazed up at him, seeking permission to touch his cock.

He chuckled and reached for her hand, then drew her to her feet. His arms slid around her and he drew her close. Her naked breasts crushed against the solid wall of his chest. His lips found hers in a tender kiss. She felt herself dipped back and the cool sheets against her skin, his big body over hers. His fingers found her hot, moist flesh, to her soft murmur of approval. He stroked and teased, triggering a burning need inside her. His fingers dipped inside and she squeezed.

He laughed softy against her lips, then drove his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, she felt his cockhead nudge her slick opening. His thick shaft eased into her in a slow, steady stroke. Relentless as it glided deep inside.

She moaned at the sweetness of it. Once he was fully inside, he drew back, then glided deep again. She ached inside.

“You feel so good around me,” he murmured against her ear. “I’m a lucky man.”

Then he kissed her again, his tongue moving deep in her mouth, claiming her as his own. She held him close, feeling cherished.

He sped up, thrusting into her body, driving her need higher. She moaned, squeezing him, her senses sparking and sizzling with delightful pleasure.

“I’m going to make you come, my sweet. Are you close?”

Her whole body quivered with need. “Yes. Please make me come, Mr. King.”

It was clear her throaty voice affected him because he thrust faster, filling her deep and hard. A moan started low in her throat, then rose as delight danced through her, blossoming into a blissful euphoria. He thrust harder, a relentless piston driving her higher and higher until…She gasped as her body arched against him… then shattered. He groaned as he erupted inside her, her clinging to him as she shuddered in ecstasy.

Moments later, as they held each other, still catching their breath, she knew she should get up and go back to her own room. Just like Mr. Grant would want her to do.

But she waited a little longer, now wanting to give up this closeness yet. Reveling in the feel of his heartbeat close to hers, his strong arms around her, holding her close.

Finally, she drew in a breath.

“I should go now.”

He gazed at her, his eyebrows raised. “Go where?”

“Back to my room.”

“Screw that. You’re staying right here.”

“But… When you said that was my room, I assumed…”

“It’s a place that’s your own. A place where you can go when you want to be alone.” He stroked her hair back and smiled. “When you’re not serving me, of course.” His penetrating blue eyes locked on hers. “But at night, you are always here with me. Understand?”

She nodded, warmth spreading through her. “Yes, Master.”



The next morning when Sylvia woke up, Mr. King was not in bed with her. She’d woken up several times during the night to find herself still cocooned in his arms, and she’d fallen back to sleep comforted.

Now the sun shone in the window and the bed was empty.

She sat up and glanced around. A woman’s suit was hung on a hook on the back of a door. She rubbed her eyes, then pushed herself from the bed.

The double doors opened and Mr. King, looking incredibly handsome in a black suit with a faint gray pinstripe stepped inside.

“Good morning.” His broad smile lit up the room.

And the heat of his gaze on her naked form made her remember the intimacy of last night. Made her long for his hard cock to slide inside her again.

“I’m going into the office today.”

That meant she’d have the day to herself, but she knew she would feel lost in this huge, empty house all alone.

“And you’ll be coming with me.”

“I will?”

“You’ll be acting as my personal assistant.” He nodded toward the suit on the door. “As soon as you’re ready, get dressed and join me downstairs for breakfast.”



Sylvia followed Mr. King from the elevator into a reception area. A handsome young blond man smiled. “Good morning, Mr. King.”

“Good morning, Gerald. This is Sylvia Reed. Is her office ready?”

“Yes, Mr. King. The one across from yours and the other partners, as you instructed.”

Several people passed through the reception area, nodding to the young man at reception.

Sylvia followed Mr. King down a side hallway into a more secluded area of the office space. They passed two offices with heavy wooden doors, open revealing big desks and floor to ceiling windows.

“That’s my office,” Mr. King said pointing to the last door in the hallway, “and this one is yours.”

He turned left into an open door and she followed him into a large office. Not as big or well appointed as the others they’d passed, but there was a couch and a table in addition to the desk, computer and leather chair.

He closed the door and turned to her. “I know you must be wondering what you’re doing here. I mean, I’m sure you’ve figured out that as my personal assistant you’ll be doing very personal things for me. But I also know that Mr. Grant met you because he and his partners were helping you live out a certain fantasy. Of submitting to the sexual whims of business partners.” He smiled. “I have two business partners whom I’m sure will be more than happy to help continue that fantasy for you.”

Her insides fluttered. “It’s not really a fantasy anymore.”

His eyebrow quirked. “You mean, you don’t want to do this?”

“No, I mean it’s really gone from fantasy to reality.”

He stepped closer, his eyes darkening. “And does that make it more exciting?”

She shivered as his hand wrapped around her upper arm. All she could do was nod, her voice threatening to stutter if she tried to speak.

A knock sounded at the open door.

“Good morning. I heard you have a new assistant.”

The newcomer, a tall man with wavy wheat-blond hair stood in the doorway, his keen brown gaze taking in the closeness of their bodies and Mr. King’s hand around her arm. Mr. King released her and turned.

“Sylvia, this is Mr. Connor. Sean, this is Sylvia.”

Mr. Connor’s eyebrows arched. “So formal?”

“Yes, Mr. King would like me to express respect for those in authority by addressing them formally.” She held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Connor.”

Another man stepped into the office as she explained. Shorter then Mr. Connor. But broad-shouldered and with lively green eyes.

Mr. Connor stepped forward and his hand wrapped around hers and he squeezed as he shook it.

“Hi. I’m Mr. Sayed,” the other man said as he took her hand and shook it.

“Good morning, Mr. Sayed.”

She was sure from the curious glances Mr. Sayed and Mr. Connor sent to Mr. King, that neither of them knew why she was really here.

“So Erik, you’ve certainly picked out a lovely assistant,” Mr. Sayed said to Mr. King. “Are you keeping her all to yourself, or do you intend to share?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll definitely be sharing her. Just let me get her settled in, then she’ll come around and you can work out what she can do for you.”