fingers over the arches. It was a service he usually provided for her. The last few nights when they sat together, she would put her feet in his lap and wiggle them until he finally gave in. He loved the sounds she made when he rubbed her feet.
“That feels good, baby.”
“Anything for my boss.”
He wanted to be so much more than her boss. “Really? Because I think you think you’re the boss.”
She shook her head, all that gloriously curly hair tumbling around her shoulders. “No. I’m only a secretary.”
“What did I order for lunch, Kori?”
Her cheeks went the sweetest shade of red. “A steak salad with bleu cheese dressing.”
“What did I get? And don’t try to tell me they were out of beef.”
“You eat too much red meat. I thought you might like the salmon. The light dressing was a mistake on the restaurant’s part.”
He reached out and selected one of the sadisticks, turning it over in his hand. He’d known exactly what she was doing and he hadn’t complained. It was hard to complain when someone cared. He’d spent too much of his life without anyone giving a damn that he ate too much red meat. But it did give him a perfectly fine reason to torture her. “Lean back, hands on your ankles.”
A fine shiver went through her body as she complied. In this position, she was on full display for him. Her pussy was exposed, her torso leaning back, hands balancing against her ankles. She was a gorgeous example of submission with her breasts thrust out, her eyes on him.
“When I say I want something, you will give it to me.” He gave her a wink. “Unless you’re willing to pay the price.”
“Anything to save my Master from the inevitable heart attack that will come.”
Gorgeous brat. He flicked the pink tipped rod over her breast and she gasped. Immediately the skin reddened, a matchstick mark on her tender flesh. “You’re very giving, baby. Let’s make a deal. You feel free to save my arteries and I’ll happily mark you.”
She groaned as he flicked her other breast. “Yes, Sir.”
Her eyes were already dilating. How could he have spent all that time with her and never seen this part? Had he seen it deep down? Was that why he’d been so attracted to her? “And we’ll make another deal. I think part of your day should be spent in a creative exercise.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
He flicked her again and then again, loving the way her flesh responded. Seeing those marks swell made his dick jump in his slacks. “I’ve been thinking over the past few days.” He dropped down behind her because he was fairly certain that leaning back against her own ankles was probably starting to get hard for her. “Lean back against me. Hands on your thighs.”
She leaned her weight back and he felt her sigh. He wasn’t going to let her rest for too long. Being in this position made it easy to flick the stick against her thighs.
“Oww, oww.”
He could feel her breath, the way her skin jumped when he flicked her. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“It stings. It burns. It lights me up and goes straight to my pussy. Please, no more.”
That was not her safe word. He flicked her again, the marks showing up against the ivory of her skin. She wouldn’t be able to wear too short a skirt or someone would see. He was okay with that. Those legs were his along with every other pretty piece of her. She jumped against him as he struck again, a bit harder this time because she was warming up nicely. He used his free hand to cup her breast. “You’ll take as much as I give you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He rolled her nipple, tweaking it as he pulled back the stick and let it fly. “As for your creative time, I want you to write for me.”
She went still in his arms.
He’d thought about this a lot. “Whatever you want. If you want to write nothing more than how awful I am, then that’s what you do. But I want you to write because I think you miss it. I saw Serena’s script on your desk.”
“I’m just helping out a friend. Please don’t stop, Sir. I’ll talk about this, but please don’t stop.”
He understood this woman. This was her safe place. She could talk here because this was a space where there was nothing but honesty. She accepted herself here. “I won’t.