He wondered, very briefly, which of them was in control at this moment. She was a mash up of shy/bubbly, bossy/submissive.
And she was being a massive cock tease.
It would be a lie to himself to not admit that she had grabbed him by the short and curlies with that one, naughty whisper,
“I’m not wearing any”
when he’d asked her to remove her panties. So much for her prim and proper act, he mused as he slid into the drivers seat.
“So, dancing?” she said, her eyes twinkling as she snigged her seatbelt into the lock.
“Oh indeed,” he replied as he buckled his own. For just a heartbeat they were facing each other. His fingers snagged her chin and he pulled her closer still, then kissed her mouth. It was firm, but brief. He felt her yielding, leaning just a bit further into his space. He shrugged mentally, then deepened the press of his mouth to hers, spearing his tongue into her mouth and tasting her.
His other hand wanted to rise, wanted to take her breast and pinch and tug it, wanted to mimic what his mouth was doing to her lips. But he broke the kiss off, and started the car.
“Dancing, coming right up,” he said.
It was ridiculous. His kiss had her all stirred up. She was horny, and needy, and that was on her, but that didn’t mean she needed to roll out the red carpet to her pussy just because his lips were magical.
Not magical, for geeze sake.
Just….she paused in her thinking attempting to tamp down her suddenly raging desire. He gave a fucking damn good kiss. She could live with that. But boy, she had wanted him to yank her out of her seat, maul her tits, make her sit on his lap and ride him until they were both a messy pile of sweat and…
She broke off that thought, too. Clenching her thighs, she gave herself a stern talking-to.
You are not going to get involved here.
This guy fired you, for fucks sake!
Okay, maybe he didn’t actually fire you, but he started it.
She rolled her eyes at herself.
“I’m beginning to see that when you go through all these head gestures, that you’re carrying on some sort of internal dialogue. Am I featured in it?”
His voice jolted her back to awareness. Where were they, anyway? She wasn’t that familiar with town, and in the darkness it was hard to say where, exactly, they were.
“What?” she said, realizing that he was awaiting her reply.
“Oh, no,” she said immediately. “No, you weren’t in the conversation.”
“I’m aware. Since I was silent and you were bobbling your head like…one of those bobble-head dolls.”
Her shoulders straightened. This, this was the thing he did that so got under her skin! He compared her to the stupidest things! She would not even dignify that with a reply, just turned a steely glare at him.
He laughed, of course.
“You’re a child,” she said.
She looked out the window. He’d driven her to the club. Her mouth opened, closed. If she said anything, he’d know that she …what she…
She could almost hear Savannah in her head saying ‘so what if he knows? why not enjoy the ride?’
Well. She breathed deeply as he exited the car, coming to her door like a gentleman. Which he wasn’t. The door opened, and his hand appeared.
“You’re not a gentleman.”
“Sure I am. Here.”
He knew. He knew that she knew what this place was. And was warning her that this nice guy stuff ended at the door. A flush of nerves ran down her spine, fast as heat-lightning dashing across a summer sky.
In for a penny… she breathed, and took his hand.
They weren’t even stopped at the door. One head nod to himself and the bouncer just pressed the damn buzzer to allow them entry. When she’d come in, there’d been a barrage of questions. Which she totally understood. But the head nod, that indicated that he wasn’t just a casual visitor. He was known here. He gave her no more time to ponder; sliding his arm around her lower back, he guided her inside.
They walked into a wall of noise. Conversations pitched to be heard over a thumping beat. He guided her to the bar, leaned over.
“Mamma,” he yelled to the woman who had counseled Kat earlier in the week.
“My prince has arrived,” she crowed, hustling down the length of the bar with a welcoming grin. “Oh, and look who you have with you. Hello again, my little friend! You’re in good hands with this one,” she winked, gesturing with a finger bedecked with a series of thin gold rings to her knuckle. “Just exactly who I would have picked for you, little one.”
“MammaLa,” Kat said, taking her hand and squeezing it. “I thought he was taking me dancing.”
“There are all kinds of dancing, yes?” Mamma laughed loudly as Kat threw a quick glance behind her shoulder.
“Mamma,” He chided. “Don’t scare her off…that’s my job.”
“I am not scared of you, not one bit,” she said, her back stiffening.
“Not yet, he said, his voice faux-foreboding.
“That’s the worst Vincent Price impression I’ve ever heard,” she said.
“You attempt to deflate my ego yet again. C’mon, let us dance.”
He tugged her arm and twirled her in a fast spin.
“But not here, I think.”
With another of those nods to yet another Watcher, they passed through a door marked PRIVATE, leaving the main bar behind. Neither saw MammaLa’s wide grin as she watched.
“There’s gonna be some fun there. Those two were tossing sparks off of each other like a summer meadow of fireflies!”
They were sitting in a corner of a large room. A room filled with a wide-ranging group of people, and a huge assortment of toys and equipment. Toys mean for pain, for pleasure.
They locked gazes until a particularly loud shriek from across the room caused her to drop her eyes first. Damn him, she thought.
“How? I mean…Alex?”
“Of course not. Do you think I listened to anything he said about you? I knew after a few very short minutes that he and you had been intimately involved, and that it didn’t end well. And here you are, a thousand plus miles from him, which speaks volumes, Katherine.”
She guessed she hadn’t thought of that, really.
“I wanted a change.”
His thumb caressed that sliver of skin between her thumb and forefinger. She hadn’t even realized he was still holding her hand. When she would have tugged it free, he would not relinquish it.
“Mine. For now. Don’t fight me. Just be, Kat. Remember, NO is always an option.”
The pause was to allow her time to say it, but she couldn’t. The groundswell of need was rushing through her, flooding her with feelings and sensations she’d thought she’d put away.
“So you came here a few days ago. I was driving in as you were driving out. You didn’t see me, but I did see you. And it clicked for me.”
“Well….” What could she possibly say to that. “I’m probably going back home.”
“Really? When you have such a great job, with a delightful boss?”
“You are not a delight.”
Now she did tug her hand free.
“You’re dictatorial, unorganized, refuse to relinquish control of anything to anyone.”
“Which is why I need you.”
“You say that now, when we’re here…” she waved her hand around the room. “I’ve done that dance before, mister, and it didn’t work so well for me.”
“It is hard to fuck the boss.”
“Well…when you put it that way, yes. It’s nearly impossible to have a relationship…a working relationship…and a sexual relationship with the same person.”
“I rather think that depends on the people involved. Your last lover was an asshole. As a boss? Totally an asshole. What I do here is not the same as out there in the real world. There has to be a distinction, Katherine. I can’t go around asking for you to work on your hands and knees and still run my company professionally. For all I teased you before, I simply can’t be your sexual partner at work. We’d have to turn all that off. But here? Or at home? Oh, that’s where the fun begins.”
“So, you’re saying there’s no fun at work?”
“Blowjobs under the desk? Your panties in my pocket, fucking over my desk? Not likely! There’s always so much work that needs doing, as you may recall.”
“That’s exactly why you needed me. You need to trust me, and delegate…not just to me but to others on the staff. We’re there to help you, you jerk.”
“Did you just call your boss a jerk?”
“Mr. Jerkface Jackson, right? If the name fits…”
“You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?”
She smirked at him. He mimicked her expression. She broke first, again, and dissolved into giggles.
“Your face,” she said between laughs. “OMG, you’re such a nutjob! I wish I didn’t like that about you.”
“You’re a smartass. I wish I didn’t like that about you.”
He rose from the table, and took her, not by the hands, but by the wrists.
“Now, my dear, I think it’s time we dance.”
“You’re going to play all suited up like that?” she queried, in part to tamp down the mix of nerves and lust.
“No, I’m going to the men’s room to go don my leather pants and bare my chest.” He puffed out his pec’s and she giggled again.
“You are not!” she laughed.
“What, you think I can be a Dom without my skintight leather pants?” She laughed harder.
“I doubt you need to play dress up, but if it’s what you need, far be it from me to stop you.”
He tugged her hard so that she fell against him. His mouth brushed her ear as he whispered
“that is not what I need, little girl.”
His mouth moved down the column of her neck to the tender place where neck and shoulder met. His lips traced a tickley line there, making her shiver and giggle at the teasing sensation.
When his teeth closed on the damp flesh, she moaned, then squealed as the ache built. His hands had let her arms go, but they came to her shoulders, holding her close as he nipped his way back to her ear. A hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and baring her throat to his mouth. Kisses and bites moved slowly across the soft flesh, around and up to her jaw, before he found her mouth again.
He took. He ravaged. He pillaged. She moaned.
When he stepped back, she stood, swaying, trying to get her bearings. The bites gave a gentle throb, matching the one that was growing between her thighs. OH, this was a bad idea, she thought, but there was no way she was stopping now.
Her hand touched her bottom lip, swollen from his savage mouth. She felt the hard nubs of her nipples, yearning for his touch. He had her, she knew it. She would be mad at him later, for certain. Her eyes followed his hands as they slipped of his suit coat, laying it carefully over the chair, as he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, as he slipped the tie from around his neck and advanced towards her. Those hands! How she wanted them on her.
“Let me?” he asked, holding the tie out.
Without a trace of reluctance, she placed her wrists upon it. He tugged a slip knot around them, pulled her close for a moment and kissed her nose, then led her across the floor.