Tell Me (13 page)

“I want to look some more. And touch you. I’d like to explore, and take my time. Like you do.”

“I’m a Dom. You’re a submissive so you do as you’re told.”

Disappointed, and chastened, Thea dropped her gaze. “Of course. I’m sorry, Sir.” She tore the end off the foil wrapper she still clutched in her hand and reached for his thick, long cock.

“Okay. Take your time, as much as you want.”

“Really?”

“Really. I haven’t thanked you properly yet for the all-nighter you pulled yesterday. The least I can do is let you do this your way. I’m all yours.”

“You mean that? You won't hurry me or suddenly grab me and…”

“Do
not
push your luck, Mrs Richmond. I promise to try. That’s all.” He lay back against the pillows and winked at her. Then he closed his eyes and folded his arms behind his head, the very picture of a relaxed male about to be pleasured.

Thea started as he so often did, at the top. She leaned across him to nibble her way from one shoulder to the other, allowing her breasts to scrape across his chest. He shifted under her, but remained in position. So far so good.

She shuffled a little bit further down, and flicked his left nipple with the tip of her tongue. It was flat, a dark pink button, hard but not obviously swollen and throbbing like her own. Even so, the contact did make him writhe a little. She tried again, this time on the other side. A low growl suggested to her that she may have even less time than she’d hoped. For a Dom whose patience seemed endless when drawing out her responses, he had a very low threshold when on the receiving end of a dose of erotic teasing himself.

Interesting.

Thea reached for his cock and wrapped her hand around it. At the base where it was thickest her fingers only just met. She squeezed and drew her hand up, stroking the entire length from base to tip. Droplets appeared, and she smeared those across the smooth, round head. His erection jerked in her hand so she tightened her grip. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the dark pink tip, loving the way he leaked more moisture onto her hand. She pumped her fist up and down the shaft several times, and watched his face contort as she did so. A submissive to her core, Thea nevertheless enjoyed the heady sense of power that his response gave her, the knowledge that she could do this to him. She held his pleasure in her hands, quite literally.

But she had more than her hands at her disposal. Holding his cock still, she wriggled lower and lay between his thighs, her face poised above him. She lowered her head and took his cock between her lips. At first she just sucked on the head, loving the salty taste of his pre-cum as he thrust upwards. Despite his declared good intentions he would soon retake control, she knew that.

Thea reached between his legs to cup his balls in her free hand, testing their weight, exploring the rougher texture of the skin of his scrotum. She closed her fingers around his nuts, squeezing their solid, rounded shape.

“Holy fuck, Thea. If you want me to fuck you, you need to move on. Now.”

“Maybe I’m happy doing this.”

“Thea…” His tone was low, gravelly, and dripped with lust-fuelled intent.

Thea was unmoved. He would do what he would do. She took even more of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it. She tilted her head to one side and was able to ease the head of his cock into the space inside her cheek, making room for yet more of the shaft. She had had less practice with oral sex than she would have liked, but she was propelled by instinct now, and encouraged by his groans and pants. He was becoming more vocal by the second. His hips were rocking, thrusting upwards in short, sharp stabs. Thea matched her own movements to his, synchronising their erotic dance as her hands and mouth worked on him.

His hand on her shoulder stopped her motion, but she continued to suck and to curl her tongue around the ridge just below the head. Her teeth scraped along the widest part of his cock, and she lapped the salty drops away. He was close, she knew that. But would he make her stop before…?

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck,
fuck
!” He thrust hard, his hand now on the back of her head to force greater penetration. No longer in control, Thea gripped for a moment, then opened her throat to allow him in. Heat hit the back of her mouth, her airway was blocked. She swallowed, once, then again, and dragged in several breaths through her nose. Tony held her still, fucking her mouth now. His balls tightened in her hand, his semen pumped out and splashed against her tonsils. She held on, sucked, swallowed, squeezed as he emptied himself into her willing mouth.

He went still, quiet. He fisted his hand in her hair and drew her head back. His cock sprang free.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“No, Sir. I’m glad you allowed me to finish.”

“Sweetheart, you are
not
finished. Nowhere near. Did you lose that condom?”

“What, no. It’s somewhere about…” She glanced to either side, spotting the foil poking out from a crease in the duvet. “Here it is, But are you still able to…”

“Give me a minute.”

It was less than that. His erection hardly seemed to soften at all before she was unrolling the condom over his swelling, hardening shaft and positioning his solid length between her thighs. Thea straddled him, then lowered her body slowly. She used her fingers to direct the head of his cock into her entrance, then placed both hands on his shoulders as she sank onto him.

“Christ girl, you do a shit-hot blow job, but that feels so good. Squeeze me. Hard.”

Thea obeyed, rotating her hips for good measure. Tony grabbed her waist to hold her still for a moment, then he thrust up. His cock filled her, stretching her, re-igniting the banked sensitivity he had so thoroughly cultivated earlier. She convulsed, and knew she would come in seconds. If he would allow it.

“Sir, may I…?”

“You may. As often as you want. Stroke your clit if it helps.”

It would. It did. Thea rubbed the plump nubbin and dissolved into a delicious, languorous orgasm as Tony continued to stroke his cock in and out. He was in no hurry, their earlier frenzy now spent. Perhaps pumping his load into her mouth had taken the edge off for him. If so, she would reap the benefits now as he fucked her with slow, deliberate precision. He quickly found the perfect angle to drag his cock across her G-spot with every stroke. At this angle he could pull her down onto his cock to meet his upward thrusts, and with each driving plunge the head of his cock bumped her cervix. He was deep, as deep as she could recall, ever.

She squeezed her inner muscles again, caressing his cock with her body. He was big, stretching her, but it was perfect.

Her pussy spasmed, the prelude to another rocking climax. She leaned forward to rest her chin on his chest, unable to summon the energy to do her part any more and hoping he would take over.

He did. Tony flipped her onto her back without ever breaking contact. He hooked his arms under her legs, behind her knees and lifted her for his deeper penetration. He could have fucked her hard, on most occasions he would have. But not this time. He drew back, then slid his cock deep, the action gentle, exquisite in its tenderness.

“I love you.” Thea whispered the words as her orgasm caught her again, but this time her release was achingly slow. Soft and gentle, the pleasure teased and soothed as her body offered up its response.

“I love you too, sub of mine.” Tony buried his face in her neck and kissed her. His body stiffened. He buried his cock one last time, and held still. Wet heat filled the condom, and Thea held on. She promised herself she would never let him go.

“So, what happened today? Did you report everything to the police yet?” Thea helped herself to another portion of sweet and sour pork as she glanced at Tony across the kitchen table.

“Certainly did. You have an Inspector Collywood very eager to talk to you. He’s coming back tomorrow morning, around ten.”

Thea nodded, her mouth full of aromatic noodles.

“And I have a somewhat twitchy finance department who’ll need calming down. By the way, I read through Denise Metcalfe’s personnel file after we talked earlier. I think you made a good call there. How come she was never promoted before?”

Thea swallowed her noodles and surveyed the array of foil trays spread across the table. She had her eye on a spring roll next. “David Lister probably. If he was on the take, chances are other aspects of his management were suspect as well. Including his staff appraisals. Anyway, she’ll have her chance to shine now, at least for a while.”

“If she’s any good she can keep the job. Call this a trial period.”

Thea nodded again, this time impeded by a mouthful of crispy pastry and spicy vegetables. She chewed slowly, aware she was about to make another giant leap—for her.

“Shall I follow you to the office in the morning? In my car, I mean?”

Tony lifted an eyebrow, the only indication he gave that the significance of this moment was not lost on him. She was no longer insisting on working via remote access or only going into Dart Logistics’ premises when the rest of the staff weren’t there. He speared a piece of battered spicy chicken. “Why not travel in together? You
are
staying the night I assume?”

Thea put down her fork. “Yes, I’d like to. But I wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. About us.”

“Wrong idea?”

“Well, right idea then. But you know what I mean.”

Tony grinned at her. “Yes, Mrs Richmond. I get your drift. That’ll be fine. I was intending to go in early in any case, so you can take your time.”

Thea picked up her utensil again, relieved he wasn’t going to push her harder on this. He seemed ready to accept her baby steps. “I’ll need to go home first, find some clothes suitable for work. I can hardly show up for my first day in jeans. Or worse still a corset and thong.”

“Do you have a corset with you?” His eyes gleamed with interest. “It’s not your first day, technically. But I can see the corset would cause a stir in the warehouse. We’d probably have more than a few wrecked forklifts to worry about. Our insurance would go through the roof. No, you’re quite right. We have enough difficulties to resolve just now without you adding to them by not adhering to the dress code.”

Despite having started it Thea ignored the sensual banter, preferring to home in on the aspect of the conversation which mattered most to her at this moment. “As far as the rest of your staff are concerned, it’s the first time they’ve seen me. First impressions and all that.” Inwardly she grimaced, this was the part she dreaded most. Resolute, she suppressed her fears and concentrated on the conversation. “So, why are you going in early?”

“Morale’s low. Yesterday everyone just feared the worst, and no one seemed that surprised at the prospect of Dart going under. They lack faith, and I intend to change that. I’ll start by putting myself about, being seen out on the shop floor, so to speak. I want to get to know my staff and make sure they know me. I want to boost confidence, and develop a sense of pride, of ownership even amongst my teams. I want them to feel a part of Dart Logistics. Maybe then they won’t steal from me.”

“Most people aren’t dishonest.”

“No, I get that. But it won’t hurt to win them over a little, get them on my side. Our side.”

“Ah, a hearts and minds offensive then?”

“Yes, exactly. And while I’m doing that, you can be sorting out our backroom, make sure Dart Logistics has systems that work, policies that make sense, and we can enforce. And close any loopholes in our security. I want to be running a tight ship, and I intend for everyone who works for me to know that. Fair, but firm. I intend for Dart to be a great place to work, but a lousy place if you’re idle or feel like putting your hand in the till.”

“More carrot and stick than hearts and minds, then?” Another spring roll found its way onto Thea’s plate.

Tony shrugged as he poured them both a second glass of the complementary cola that came with their meal. “Maybe, though I do subscribe to the UN maxim on international peacekeeping—when you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds
will
follow.”

Thea arched one expressive eyebrow. “I rather like getting up close and personal with your balls, Sir, but I’m not sure about the rest of that analogy.”

Tony stood and leaned across the table to kiss her hair. “You need to become a little less fastidious, but I have every faith in you, Mrs Richmond. We’ll make a great team.”

*****

“Which office would you like me to use?” Thea stood in his doorway, her briefcase dangling from her right hand. She was dressed in a tight-fitting navy blue suit, the jacket buttoned over a crisp white shirt. Her hair was drawn back into a neat, if rather severe chignon, and her black leather court shoes gleamed. She looked formidable, formal, and sexy as hell when he considered the lush, curvy body which he knew for certain was to be found beneath those austere layers. His cock leapt to attention.

“Shit, you look—different.”

Thea narrowed her eyes, and flicked them briefly to her left, indicating the presence of Isabel nearby. “My office?”

“You can share mine, at least for now. I don't intend to be in here that much.” Tony stood and gestured to the chair he just vacated. “Did you speak to Mrs Metcalfe yet?”

“No. That’s my first job. I should be able to get that out of the way before the police arrive.”

Tony nodded as he passed her to lean around the doorway to the outer office. “Isabel, could you arrange for a second desk to be set up in here please? And I think Mrs Richmond will need you to locate Denise Metcalfe and have her come up here. Have we heard anything more from Inspector Collywood?”

His PA glanced up from the post she was opening, her expression stony. “Yes, yes, and no.”

Tony nodded, choosing to ignore her curt tone. “Right. And is there any chance of some coffee? Perhaps you’d like to join us.”

His PA’s expression warmed. “Right on it. How does Mrs Richmond take hers?”

Tony was relieved at the bright smile she shot him as she got to her feet and made a mental note to find ways of reassuring Isabel that her position was not about to be usurped.