With a flick of his tongue he licked from her entrance to her clit. He tasted her essence for the first time. She tasted exquisite.
Clara didn’t fight him. She leaned back on her hands as he licked her pussy. The many hours he had spent observing her and wondering what she’d taste like had been worth the wait. Her taste by far superior than any food he’d ever tasted. He watched her come apart in his arms. Each ripple of her release did things to his body he wasn’t ready for. Her seduction meant more to him than coming quickly. He wanted to show her the wonders he could create with her body. Soon she would open up like a flower and blossom under his teaching.
Her moans echoed around his office. The delightful sounds spurred him on. Matthew added another finger inside her pussy. He teased her clit until she sobbed over his desk, begging him for more. From that day forward, whenever he sat at his desk he would see her coming apart under him. The memory would be forever burned in his mind, a pleasant memory to take with him for the rest of his life.
Smashing his tongue against her hard bud he felt her pussy flutter around his fingers as he kept his attention focused on her clit. She cried out. Her hands gripped the edge of his desk. She kept pushing her pelvis up against his face. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he held onto her waist keeping her in place as he licked her clit. Within seconds of his touch she came apart. Her screams grew louder with her release. He would remember her pleasure sounding screams.
This day would be known to him as the day Clara Baines became his woman. When she came down from her orgasm, Matthew helped her to dress. He made sure every part of her body was covered before they left his office. Security would close his building once they departed. He escorted her to his car. Once he made sure she was secure, he drove all the way to her apartment.
“I’ll be coming for you tomorrow. Pack everything you can. I’ll organize for your stuff to be moved.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you’ll be living with me. This is in the contract you signed.” Matthew got out to help her get inside her apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed her before leaving.
When he got home, he hung his keys up. Her scent surrounded him. He inhaled her musky fragrance and smiled. Soon, she would be all his. Once he had her to himself inside his house then he wouldn’t need to worry anymore. His obsession with regards to her startled him. No woman got under his skin like Clara had. He hung his jacket on the coat rail by the door and walked to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich.
His thoughts were devoted to Clara. The way she sounded when she spoke or laughed. The taste of her pussy on his tongue as she climaxed filled his mind. He couldn’t wait for her to be at his beck and call.
After his sandwich, he went to his office. He slid the key into the lock on his hidden door. Matthew walked inside the secret room. The moment he stepped inside he felt a deep calm overcome him.
His favorite room in the house was his playroom. He’d designed the playroom himself. His friend and fellow Dom Luke Arnold, had decorated the room for him. Luke was a full time Dom looking for his perfect sub. Turning on the light, he gazed around his private room. This had become the place for him to blow off steam. The sound of a whip hitting his woman followed by their whimper made him hotter than hell every time. He picked up his crop feeling the tension in his muscles ease as he thought about using the crop on Clara. Her sounds would drive him crazy. He hoped she would become comfortable with the lifestyle.
He didn’t want a slave. Matthew wanted a woman to be a submissive but be able to stand by his side when the needs arose. He knew Clara could be that woman.
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough. He wanted her badly.
Chapter Five
Clara finished packing her clothes into the last suitcase she possessed. She’d felt liberated when she’d informed her landlady she wouldn’t be coming back. Her stuff would be picked up later by a furniture removal company. Matthew had rung her at exactly seven that morning to make sure she would be ready for him to collect her. He didn’t like tardiness.
Her heart pounded as she sat nursing a can of soda. She’d skipped coffee that morning. This was the first time she’d be seeing her boss outside of work. She didn’t need the coffee making her jittery. Her nerves were already fried without the added caffeine boost. Her head had to be screwed on while her body responded to a man she barely knew. She held no control over her body’s response to him.
Her nerves were on edge by lunch time. She’d done the wrong thing signing that damned contract. How could she live with a man she didn’t know, when she couldn’t stand to live with her father?