Mastered by the CEO(13)

She dropped it on the ground and walked toward the pool, shedding her clothes as she walked. Her top fell to the ground, then she stripped away her bra. His cock swelled at the sight of her full breasts. Her jeans and panties dropped to the ground, then she walked down the steps into the water and swam toward him and right into his arms. Her lips found his and her soft, naked body pressed against him as her tongue thoroughly explored his mouth.

“Master, I want to please you. I want to make your body sing.” Her hand wrapped around his growing column. She stroked him and he swelled within her grip.

She dove under the water and he felt her hot mouth consume him. The feel of her warmth around his cock in contrast to the cool water around the rest of him made his head spin.

She sucked and stroked for a moment, then came up for air.

“That was delightful, slave, but I sense you want something.”

“Only what I know you want, too.” She turned away from him and leaned against the side of the pool, presenting her ass to him. She widened her legs, exposing her slick folds. Then she grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them wide, exposing her little puckered opening.

“Please fuck my ass, Master. I need to feel you there so bad.”

The desperation in her voice shocked him. And his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her.

“Fuck, baby. I need to go get some lube.”

She ran her fingers over her pussy, then held them up. “Isn’t this good enough?”

He groaned and closed the distance between them. When he pressed his cock to her slick slit, she pushed back against him, taking the tip of his head inside. He drove forward, filling her slick passage in one stroke.

He was so dizzy with need he could just keep on pumping, then climax within seconds.

But he pulled out and pressed his cockhead to her ass.

* * *

Rachel felt the pressure and tensed a little, nervousness catching her off guard. All she’d been able to think about ever since their encounter in the flogger room was the feel of that beaded handle inside her. Stimulating her. How it felt when she squeezed around it. As soon as her Master said that if she came with something in her ass it would be him, she couldn’t stop thinking of his big, fat cock driving deep inside her there.

The whole time she’d been pulling weeds from the garden, she’d imagined her hand was wrapping around his cock rather than the stem of a plant. That she was pulling him toward her. She’d purposefully faced away from the window, so every time she leaned over he’d see her ass.

Now he was here and his big cock was pressing against her puckered opening.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got me to hot, I’m not thinking straight. But I’m not going to rush this.”

He took her hand and pulled her from the pool, then led her into the house at a trot. He didn’t seem to care that they were wet and dripping all over his floors, even as they hurried up the carpeted stairs.

Once in his bedroom, he opened his dresser drawer, then pulled out a bottle. He flipped open the top.

“Oh, please, Master. Let me.”

He handed her the bottle and she squeezed the clear gel into her palm. She rubbed her hands together, spreading the lube over both palms, then she wrapped them around his thick, long cock.

“Oh, man, that feels so good,” he said.

She stroked his cock, spreading the glistening liquid over his whole pole. Then she turned and leaned against the bed.

He stepped behind her and pressed his slick cock to her ass again. As much as she wanted it, though, she tensed as he started to push inside.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured softly against her ear. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”

Her Master’s voice soothed her and she instantly relaxed. The pressure of his cockhead against her increased and her opening stretched around his tip.

“It’s going to be a little uncomfortable at first, but once I’m inside, it’ll get better. Okay?”

She nodded. His cock pushed in very slowly, giving her time to adjust. He stretched her, slowly moving deeper.

The discomfort became almost unbearable.

But she didn’t want him to stop.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

She nodded. “Please don’t stop.”

He smiled against her cheek. “I won’t.”

She groaned as the thickest part of his corona pushed inside, stretching her impossibly wide. Filling her so full she thought she’d burst. She felt dizzy with excitement.

He held still, letting her get used to the feel of him. His cock thick and hard inside her. Her canal gripping him firmly. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.

“Please. I want more.”

He glided deeper and she sucked in a breath. He was so thick. Her canal was so tight around him and she couldn’t help squeezing.

He groaned. “Ah, fuck, love. I’m hanging on by a hair.”

She drew in a deep breath as he slid back, then slowly glided deep again. Her breath caught.

Then his fingers found her clit and he stroked. She moaned loud and long.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now, baby. If you want me to stop, say so. That’s an order. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said on a quivery breath.

“Good.”

He began to move. His cock gliding in and out. It was an incredible feeling. Intense. Tight.

She felt so full.

His fingers teased her clitoris, driving her pleasure higher. Intensifying every sensation.

“Oh, God!” The orgasm swelled through her, building as he pumped into her faster. She gasped, then moaned so loud she was afraid she’d burst his eardrums.

But he kept on pumping. Then he jerked forward. The feel of his hot come filling her ass sent her over the edge again. She wailed her release.

“Oh, baby, I love hearing you come,” he murmured against her temple.

She shuddered in his arms. He tightened them around her, holding her snug to his body.

Slowly, she realized they weren’t moving anymore. Her body, still pulsing from the incredible pleasure, slumped back against him. He turned them around and sat down, his cock still up her ass.

She shuddered again as pleasure pulsed through her one more time. Then he rolled her onto her side. His cock slipped free and he drew her close. She snuggled against him, wishing they could do it all over again.

* * *

On their last night together, King made love to her sweetly and with passion. His big cock driving deep and hard. His kisses fueling her need to an electrifying level.

When they came—simultaneously and explosively—she cried out his name. Not Master. Not Mr. Tayler.

But King.

Now she lay in his arms in the darkness, knowing the truth.

Knowing she was fully and hopelessly in love with him.

She bit her lip. What kind of idiot was she? This weekend wasn’t about them as a couple. It was about her proving that she could follow his orders. That she could be a good executive.

She didn’t even know if she’d succeeded in doing that, with the many mistakes she’d made. If she was very… very… lucky he might offer her a position with Collier Industries.

But even if he did, and that was a big if, she was sure he probably wouldn’t want to start up a relationship again. It was complicated enough the last time and… what was she even thinking? He lived in a different city. Her job would be here in San Diego, whereas he worked out of the corporate headquarters over a thousand miles away.

No, this weekend was all she had. She might be able to hope for the occasional weekend if he was in town... but a relationship? That would never work out.

In the morning, she got up early and made breakfast for them both. After they finished eating, he dragged her off to the shower for one more sensual romp.

As they sat over coffee, a smile on his face, she hesitated, wanting to ask the question forefront on her mind. But a slave didn’t ask questions.

But the need to know burned through her.

Finally, she sucked in a breath and spoke. “Master, may I ask a question?”

He rested his hand on hers, then drew it to his mouth and pressed his lips to her skin.

“The weekend’s over, Rachel. You don’t have to call me that anymore.”

“Okay, I… may I ask you a question?”

He smiled. “Of course.”

Now that she had permission, she wasn’t quite sure how to ask.

“I was wondering… I mean… how did I do this weekend?”

“You really have to ask? You were sensational.”

“Thank you, Master.” She coughed. “I mean King. But what I want to know is…” She gazed into his charcoal eyes. “Were you happy with my performance?”

At his grin, her cheeks flushed.

“I mean, may I keep my job?”

His lips compressed and her heart stopped as he shook his head.

“No, I’m afraid not.”

She couldn’t breathe. Shadows closed in on her and she felt faint.

“But I…” Arguing with him was the last thing she should do. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to keep my job.”

“Yes, you’ve already proven that.”

“But…” Her eyes welled with tears, but she blinked them back. “Wasn’t I good enough?”

“Well, that’s just it.” His enigmatic gaze locked on hers. “You’re too good.”

“I… don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re better than a junior executive position in a small branch office. You can do better than that. I’m not going to let you settle for something beneath you.”