Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) (6 page)

As he gazed at me, his eyes darkened and his face took on a more sultry expression.

“There’s something else my brother doesn’t understand,” he said. His palm made contact with my inner thigh, above my knee. “He doesn’t realize that sometimes employees need to be rewarded too… Spread your legs.”

I couldn’t spread them far, considering the position I was still in, on his lap, knees draped over his armrest. But I managed to allow enough space for his hand to reach my crotch through the cotton fabric.

His finger rubbed in the vicinity of my clit, and I wished I’d worn silk panties. The cotton was blocking some of the sensation. Sighing in frustration, I pushed my pelvis up for more.

He smiled mischievously and stroked harder. It was so close to what I needed, but not quite.

Stupid underwear!

Lowering his head, he took my breast in his mouth again, sucking hard as he swirled around my panty-clad clit with his thumbnail.

He nibbled and tremors jolted from my nipple and clit simultaneously, colliding in my middle, settling back between my thighs.

I moaned and wiggled.

“Please!” I said again.

He lifted his head. “What do you need from me Tessa?” he asked huskily.

My lower regions had been crying out for relief so long. Yet, when he looked into my eyes, I was hit with an overwhelming desire to have it all from him.

“You,” I whispered. “I want you to kiss me.”

He went still as a statue. His brow knitted. His eyes darkened. I watched his lips open with the slightest quiver.

He wanted me. He wanted me like I wanted him.

What was he thinking about? His tongue moved out ever-so-slowly and moistened his bottom lip.

I could almost feel his warm lips on mine. Why didn’t he kiss me?

Suddenly, he stood, lifting me off his lap and onto my feet in one swift movement. I staggered, but the desk behind me kept me from falling.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate in an employee-employer relationship,” he said briskly.

Kissing wasn’t appropriate, but sucking on my breasts was fine?

“I think we need to avoid getting too personal.”

Oooh-kaaay…
I wondered if I should put my blouse back on and leave.

“Take off your panties,” he said. When I looked at him quizzically, he added, “You didn’t get your reward yet.”

My breathing accelerated again. What did he have in mind now?

It didn’t matter. I had to find out.

I lifted my skirt and pushed my cotton panties down my thigh highs. The underwear dropped to the floor, and I stepped out.

“Climb on my chair, facing the back of it, shins on the armrests.”

Did he think I was with the circus? The armrests were wide as office chairs went, but I wasn’t at all sure I could balance up there.

“I don’t know if—”

“Do as I say or I’ll belt-whip you myself. And I’ll use the other end of the belt.”

I looked down at the huge rodeo-style belt buckle that was holding up his jeans. Even I wasn’t crazy enough to enjoy that punishment.

I turned toward the chair. As he held it steady, I managed to climb onto it, perched precariously with a shin on each armrest, legs spread. I rested my wrists on the back of the chair. He lifted my skirt up to my waist.

I’d never felt so naked before. So exposed.

And why did it bother me that I couldn’t see him now? I couldn’t gaze into his gorgeous face or ogle his broad shoulders.

His hand cupped my ass. “Now…what do you need, Tessa?”

The air conditioner kicked on and the breeze tickled my exposed clit. “I need to come.”

“Has my brother made you come?”

“No.” But I hoped that wouldn’t prevent Dixon from doing so.

His hand was on the move, tickling the light dusting of hair on my pussy lips. He circled around them twice, but didn’t touch the most sensitive areas.

I tensed, waiting for something to happen, my thighs tight from trying to balance on the chair.

He plunged a finger inside me.

“Oh, God!” I cried, clutching the back of the chair for dear life. A few more like that and I’d be a goner.

But he only thrust in three times, then slid his soaked finger from back to front across my clit.

Ohhhh…
that was even better. His finger swirled in gentle circles. I quivered as tiny pulses racked my body.

“Who gets you wetter, Tessa? Me or my brother?”

“You,” I murmured.

He rewarded me with a little more pressure in the next swirl. My clit had never been so happy.

“Whose punishments are more effective?”

“Yours.”

He moved his finger a little faster. He’d reached the perfect rhythm. The perfect pressure on my clit.

“Who do you dream about fucking, Tessa?”

“You,” I panted. “I want you to fuck me!”

He cupped my ass. A finger from one hand slipped into my wet pussy, while the other hand moved in and continued the fast-paced circling on my clit.

My shudders started immediately. Shockwaves tore through my body as I went into all-out convulsions. I lost control and slipped, falling on my knees into the chair, mid-orgasm.

Dixon’s hands were gone, so I thrust my finger between my pussy lips, massaging my clit until every last pulse had subsided.

As I huddled in a ball in his big desk chair, Dixon brought my blouse over and laid it across the armrest.

“Where’s your bra?” he asked suddenly.

My mind was still fogged. “What?”

“Your bra? Where is it?”

“Oh…your brother kept it.”

Dixon walked out of the room and returned a moment later with my simple white bra, encased in a large plastic storage bag. He took it out and threw the baggie in the trash.

I expected him to hand the bra to me, but he opened a desk drawer and placed it carefully inside.

“Wow, six o’clock,” he said. “I have a dinner to get to.”

Then I was alone.

Chapter Five

Wednesday morning, I could barely control my breathing as I hurried from the elevator to the front desk of Maddox Brothers Investments.

Yesterday had been frustrating. My bosses had been in and out of the office all day, hardly looking in my direction. My body yearned to be punished…touched.

And I realized that now, more than anything, I wanted Dixon to look deeply into my eyes and kiss me…then fuck me senseless.

That hadn’t happened, and I’d given up hope of any more excitement for the week, since I knew they had meetings scheduled.

But as he was about to leave for the day, Mason had paused, turned to me and said, “Wear black garter belts with hose from now on,” and left.

And if that wasn’t enough, when Dixon was leaving a half-hour later, he handed me $100 and a card with an address on it.

“Be there at seven tonight for a waxing,” he’d said.

It turned out that he had indeed made an appointment for me and even specified the type of waxing I was to have.

So there I was at my desk Wednesday morning, my crotch as bare as it could be, a black garter belt holding up my hose.

Mason came in, and my body tensed in anticipation. Would he have time for a little punishment before his appointment? I wished I’d mis-stapled his contract copies yesterday.

“Tessa, run down to the deli on the first floor and get a variety of bagels. Mr. Yakamura loves them.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, hoping the phrase would remind him to punish me at least a little before his appointment arrived at ten.

“Oh, and Tessa?”

“Yes, sir?”

“We’re considering a major deal with Mr. Yakamura, so this could be one of those days we talked about, where I need you to go the extra mile.”

“Um…okay.”

“I’ll be meeting with him in the morning, and Dix will be seeing him in the afternoon.”

“Separately?” I wondered why they didn’t kill two birds with one stone.

“When it’s a deal this big, we like to make our decisions independently, and compare notes after we’ve slept on it. If we both think it’s a good idea, we invest.”

“Oh, I see. Should I bring in some lunch for Mr. Yakamura?”

“No, you can take your lunch break as usual. He’ll be otherwise engaged. We like to show him a good time when he’s in town. He brings us the most promising investments to consider from Asia.”

“Oh,” I said. What did that mean? Were they getting him a hooker? “I’ll go get the bagels.”

I wondered what in the world the two of them could need extra help with once the bagels were here.

Mr. Yakamura showed up promptly at ten. He was a pleasant-looking man with high cheekbones and full lips. His manners were stiff and formal when he nodded at me and asked for “Mr. Maddox.”

I showed him into Mason’s office and shut the door behind him.

I’d only done a few minutes of data entry when I heard Mason’s voice in my ear.

“Tessa, come in here.”

Did Mr. Yakamura go through the bagels already?

I entered the office quickly.

“Close the door,” Mason said.

I did so, wondering if I should have brought a legal pad or a laptop. Was I supposed to take notes?

“Mr. Yakamura and I were having a difference of opinion. He says American employees lack obedience, but I told him that isn’t the case here.”

I had no response to that.

“You obey me in everything I ask, don’t you, Tessa?”

“Yes…sir,” I said. Why was his tone making me so nervous? I noticed Mr. Yakamura’s face held an expression of anticipation.

“Let’s prove it to him. Take off your blouse.”

What?

I stopped breathing. For some reason this seemed much worse than what had happened in this office so far. For one thing, I’d never, ever disrobed in front of two men at once.

I met Mason’s steady gaze. It told me I’d better not make a fool of him in front of Mr. Yakamura.

My hands trembled as I worked the buttons of my blouse. When I finally finished with them, I skimmed it off my shoulders, extremely glad Mason hadn’t put nipple clamps on me this morning.

Mason glanced at Mr. Yakamura. The man shrugged.