Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read online

  Matthew unzipped his leather vest, and threw it aside. Feeling like the predator he was, he circled his vulnerable, helpless prey. He adored how petite she was in her bare feet, scarcely reaching shoulder height. He stopped suddenly behind her, daring her to turn and look. He could see her trembling even more, but she didn’t speak or turn around.

  “Excellent.”

  How he longed to kiss her flawless, naked back, but he resisted. Without touching her skin, he stood as close as possible behind her. The heat from her body radiated out to his. Her glossy mane flowed in dark tresses down her back before tapering out just above her gorgeous, peachy butt. He breathed in and closed his eyes. Her hair smelled sweet, like vanilla and apple blossom all rolled into one. He knew she sensed him right behind her, because her whole body shook.

  Without warning, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and twisted his hand into her hair, pulling her back against his naked chest. His rampant cock, restrained only by leather pants, pushed against her bare butt crack. He felt an electric current pulse through his system as her naked back pressed against his chest. It was the heat of unmistakable recognition. The feeling of finding ones perfect soul mate. Fuck, what was happening to him? No sub had ever made him feel this way before, and he’d had plenty of them. He pushed the intrusive thoughts away. Back to business. He was the Master, and she was the slave. That was exactly how they both wanted it.

  A small animal cry left her lips as he pulled her hair harder, forcing her head against his shoulder. Enjoying her submissive response, he tightened his grip, pulling her closer. Using his other hand, he slowly caressed the front of her feminine neck. It pleased him immensely when she threw back her head even more, offering the vulnerable flesh to him.

  “You are mine, sub, to do with as I please.”

  “Yes, Master Matthew.”

  “Good, you learn well.” He possessively clasped a finger and thumb around her hardened nipple, and slowly added more pressure until she squirmed beneath his touch. “Everything of you belongs to me. Your breasts, your nipples, your pussy, your ass. They all belong to me. I can have any part of you I want.” He leaned down and whispered ominously in her ear, “Believe me, I will have my fill of you before this night is over. What do you say?”

  A tremor racked her reply. “Thank you, Master Matthew.”

  He let his fingers trail down her quivering flesh, smoothing over her belly before reaching her pussy. A soft, compliant whimper escaped her lips as he slid a finger deep inside her cunt. He adored the feminine arousal that coated his fingers. “This pussy is mine.” He grasped her engorged clit between his finger and thumb, and squeezed lightly to begin with, before adding more pressure, until her legs almost gave way. “Very good, my sub. Now the rules of the game are simple. You don’t orgasm unless I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished severely. You’ve already seen my implement of correction. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Master Matthew.” Her voice shook with emotion.

  Knowing full well that it added to her sexual arousal, he continued massaging her clit, until her juices flowed more freely. He’d make her hot, so hot, she wouldn’t be able to stop coming. Matthew glanced at the flogger lying ready and waiting on the bed. He couldn’t wait to use it on her creamy butt, and enjoy the way the tresses would slowly turn her skin a deep, glowing pink.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kelly trembled as Matthew held her tightly in his grasp. His skin, where it touched hers, felt warm and electrified. When he’d entered the room, she’d wanted to run to him for comfort, but as soon as she’d seen the cold mask of his face, she’d known that wasn’t an option. Why had he changed? Was this his true personality? She consoled herself that it was all part of the Master/sub play.

  The last few weeks had been devastating—her loving father had died, and her whole world had been turned upside down. Now there was no one she could trust or confide in. She had friends of course, good friends, but she needed more. That wonderful, life-altering night she’d spent with Matthew, just a few weeks ago, had been awesome. He’d been so warm, friendly, and loving—even when he’d been dominating her. Now he seemed cold and calculating. A different man completely.

  The breath hitched in her throat as his fingers slowly caressed her clit. God help her, this was so erotic. She knew he deliberately held her so she faced the flogger. Without Matthew to command it into action, it looked perfectly innocent. It lay on the bed, its dark brown tresses flowing sensuously from the handle. However, Kelly knew it wasn’t there just for show. Matthew was going to discipline her with it. This thought alone compounded her arousal, and she whimpered out loud. “Please.”

  “Do not dare climax, my slave,” he murmured in her ear, making her quiver with excitement. Twisting his hand into her hair, he forcibly pulled her head back against his chest. She felt like a helpless rag doll in his arms as he curled his other hand around her crotch. He physically lifted her, until just the tips of her toes remained in contact with the floor. She weighed about a hundred and twenty pounds, but using his immense strength, he raised her as though she were nothing. The pressure on her clit intensified and proved irresistible.

  Unable to stop herself, a tight whimper left her lips. “Master Matthew, please.” Her orgasm teetered on the edge. She looked at the flogger still lying on the bed. What would it feel like lashing her skin? Would it hurt? “Oh, God. Oh, my God.” There was no way on earth she could stop herself from climaxing. Kelly squirmed under his absolute control.

  Her heart beat frantically, and a wail of complete and utter surrender tore from her, as she finally succumbed to his domination. Unable to hold back her sexual release, Kelly’s womb contracted violently and painfully. Wave upon wave of pure indulgent pleasure coursed through her clit, making her writhe in his all-powerful hold.

  Matthew seemed to relish her fall from grace, because he whispered ominously in her ear, “How dare you disobey me, slave. I will not allow such behavior to go unpunished.” A quiver of intense sexual excitement pulsed through her at the uncompromising tone of his voice. No man had ever spoken to her in such a way, and she liked it.

  With her knees trembling, and barely able to stand, Kelly weakly replied, “I’m sorry, Master Matthew.” She hoped he would take pity, and be lenient with her. However, her naïveté was short-lived when he roughly pulled her across the dungeon to the whipping posts.

  With cold, uncompromising eyes, he stared right at her, sending a chill rushing to her very core. “Hold out your hands,” he insisted, and she knew he meant business.

  Her lower lip shook with the nervous energy pulsing through her veins. “Master Matthew, are you going to hurt me?”

  His beautiful green eyes penetrated her very soul, making her weak with sexual longing. After the unrelenting sorrow and heartache of the last few weeks, she desperately wanted and needed to be held in his strong arms.

  His coldly whispered words left her in no doubt who was in charge. “Do as I demand, slave, or face the consequences.”

  She knew if she mentioned her safeword, Matthew would stop the play, but she was in it for the long haul. She wanted him to dominate her. After all, this was her fantasy, and he sure as hell lived up to her expectations as the big, bad Dom.

  Feeling like a passenger on an out-of-control roller coaster ride, Kelly obediently held out her hands and watched, mesmerized as Matthew secured leather cuffs to her wrists. His demeanor was totally uncompromising as he tightly buckled each cuff. A sturdy metal ring was woven into the back of each restraint. This was the first real bondage equipment he’d used on her. Breathe, Kelly, breathe. I still have my safeword if I feel out of my depth.

  Although frightened and vulnerable, being restrained by Matthew sexually empowered her and set her free. Her breasts rose and fell incredibly fast, and she saw by the movement of his chest, that he was turned on, too. His powerful pectoral muscles, sculpted by the subdued, flickering, candlelight, rose and fell in perfect harmony with her own.<
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  His sensuous, full lips parted momentarily before his incredible green eyes connected with hers. Their beauty astounded her. The pleasure she received by staring into the windows of his soul simply overwhelmed her. At that precise moment in time, she was his to do with as he pleased. A feeling of utter contentment washed over her, cleansing all fear and sorrow from her thoughts. For now, Kelly McCloud was nothing more than a mere plaything, a sexual trinket to be toyed with by the most powerful, all-conquering man she’d ever met. Emptying her mind of all its contents, the corporate boss she was in the boardroom surrendered herself unreservedly to her far more powerful master. Master Matthew. Letting him take total charge of her entire entity felt so goddamn intoxicating and life affirming.

  Authoritatively taking hold of her hands, Matthew raised them above her head. Without emotion, he secured them to the whipping posts by attaching a pair of metal hooks through the rings on her leather wrist restraints. This new experience of giving away all her power felt truly liberating. When he kneeled down in front of her, she wanted to tell him who she really was—confess. But before she could speak, he yanked her legs wide apart and shackled her ankles to the base of the whipping posts, using leather restraints identical to those securing her wrists.

  A whimper left her lips as he tightened the final leather buckle. She realized for the first time she was completely at his mercy. Like a cornered wild animal, her heart beat frantically, banging against her ribcage. As Matthew rose to his full, impressive height, he brushed his hands up her trembling legs, smoothing his fingers over her flushed, aroused skin. He then pressed a palm between her breasts, staring long and hard at them, before trailing his fingers to the base of her throat. Without question, she knew Matthew savored her vulnerability. She could sense the intense pleasure in his eyes as his fingertips grazed the fast-pulsing vein in her neck.

  He flicked his gaze to hers. His wonderful green irises consumed all rational thought, until nothing existed but him. “Shhh, princess,” he soothed, circling her neck with his large, powerful hands, before angling her face to his. “Trust your Master, and all will be well.”

  He reached into the pocket of his leather jeans and withdrew a narrow silver chain, about twelve inches long. At each end hung what appeared to be a pair of eyebrow tweezers. To her astonishment and complete surprise he attached them to her aroused nipples. He slid a metal tensioner along the tweezers, which compressed and squeezed her peaks, making her almost cry out in pain. Kelly could barely believe her eyes when Matthew hooked another silver chain to the center of the one dangling between her breasts. He held up the free end for her to see.

  “This will be the perfect tool to stop your wanton, self-indulgence, my slave.” He leaned down and grasped her sensitized clit between his finger and thumb. After caressing and enjoying it for what seemed a long time, he deftly attached the clamp to her aching sexual nub, trapping it with excruciating precision.

  “Oh, God.” Pain and intense sexual arousal mingled together to produce a highly erotic cocktail.

  With eyes downcast, she surreptitiously watched him walk away and pick up the flogger that still lay on the bed. He stood in front of her and displayed the tool of correction for her to see. The masculine hair on his chest caught the soft light from the flickering candles, while his heavy breathing fell in perfect synch with her own. She couldn’t stop herself from shaking, and she knew if she spoke, her words would be halting. Tiny tremors surfaced from deep inside her belly, only to shiver along the entire length of her spine before shaking themselves free from the tips of her fingers.

  Her head tipped back submissively, exposing her throat as Matthew slowly trailed the flogger over her bare shoulders and breasts. The leather fronds caught in the nipple clamps and chains, causing pleasure and pain to mingle. She looked into his eyes, seeing a man consumed by her vulnerability. Kelly could palpably sense his enormous sexual arousal and anticipation as he drifted the flogger over her undulating belly. When the leather tresses snagged in the chain, it pulled on the clamp holding her clit in its viselike grip. Her lower lip quivered, but she didn’t cry out. She didn’t dare to without her Master’s permission. Instead, she resolutely continued to stare into his molten, green gaze, thoroughly mesmerized by his alpha male presence. Her status and wealth had overwhelmed every man she’d ever known. Would Matthew be different? She needed to know.

  “Are you ready for your punishment, slave?”

  Feeling that her courage was starting to fail her, and looking for a way out without using her safeword, Kelly seized the opportunity to speak, “Master Matthew, you wouldn’t dare punish me if you knew who I really was.” There she’d said it. No man had ever stood up to her before, but she needed to know if Matthew was a real alpha male or just playing at it.

  “I wouldn’t dare?” He looked incredulous. He roughly cupped her chin and angled her face to his. A smile drifted to his lips. “Do not attempt to outwit me, sub.” His voice rumbled between them. “I know exactly who you are.”

  Her body stiffened, and she raised her chin defiantly. “You don’t. You have no idea who I really am.”

  “How dare you use that tone with me.” There was real anger in his voice. “You will address me as Master Matthew at all times. I don’t give a fuck what you do outside here. But in here, with me, you will abide by my rules. I am the law here. Your disrespectful insolence will not be tolerated. I was going to give you five strokes of the flogger. I shall now give you ten. Do not ever make the mistake of questioning your Master again.”

  He roughly dragged his thumb along her lower lip, smearing her lipstick as he stared intently at her. “Even if you were the Queen of Sheba herself, you would still receive ten lashes for your petulant outburst. Enough talk now. Time for action” He swiftly moved behind her and caressed her buttocks with his hands. “Soon these will be a deep rosy pink, and so burning with pain you won’t be able to sit down for a week.” He leaned in against her ear, and she felt his warm breath on her neck

  “Now count them out for me, Ms. Kelly McCloud.” He emphasized each and every syllable of her name, leaving her in no doubt he knew exactly who she was. “You may be the CEO of McCloud Energy, but you’re not too high and mighty to receive a good flogging from your Master.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Matthew knew he was pushing every boundary in Kelly’s armory, but that was why she was here. If she wanted to experience the thrill of being dominated, then he was her man. He didn’t give a fuck how important and wealthy she was in the real world. Here at Club Submission, he was the law, and he was more than happy to give her a taste of what she craved most.

  Standing behind her, he carefully brushed her glossy black hair to one side and scooped it over her shoulder. It fell provocatively over her right breast. “You belong to me now, my slave.” Her whole body trembled uncontrollably as he trailed the flogger down her flawless, creamy back. Matthew enjoyed tracing the fabulous hourglass curves. Her slender waist cinched in, allowing the tresses of the flogger to cascade seductively over her womanly rump. He smiled to himself when she shivered slightly beneath the supple leather fronds. Kelly had no idea he was using the softest, most kitten-like of his floggers. It would stimulate her senses, warming her up, but it wouldn’t leave a mark on her beautiful skin. If it became apparent she was into pain, then he would gradually work his way up to a more satisfying grade of flogger. For now, he would break in his new sub, gently and slowly.

  He figured a woman of her importance and stature was used to kicking corporate ass. Hiring and firing as and when required. After all, she was the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company. Jesus, she’d even tried to pull rank on him. Just who the fuck did this lady think she was? After nipping her disobedience and disrespect in the bud, she’d buckled under a little. However, Kelly clearly wasn’t a natural submissive, but with his authoritative guidance, she’d soon learn.

  Slowly, oh so very slowly, he let the leather fronds drift over her creamy ass. He gradually inc
reased momentum before stepping back, and taking a full swing with the flogger. When it impacted noisily against her left buttock, her head reared up, her back arched, and a soft feminine moan left her perfect lips. He knew the clamps attached to her nipples and clit would pull against each other, compounding her obvious sexual arousal.

  “Count them out,” he ordered, raising his voice to show he meant business. “You may answer one, Sir, then two, Sir, then three, Sir. Do I make myself clear?”

  Her head dropped forward. “One, Sir,” she answered breathlessly.

  He took aim again, allowing the eighteen inch leather fronds to follow through as he halted his swing a few inches from her butt. The rhythm he chose was one lash every five seconds.

  “Two, Sir.”

  With her arms and legs completely restrained by the whipping posts, Kelly’s body arched sexily. He loved the way her feminine curves undulated with each and every swing he took.

  “Three, Sir. Sir I—”

  “Silence, I did not give you permission to speak, apart from counting out your punishment.

  Her head fell forward again, and he knew by the deep orgasmic moans coming from her mouth that she was enjoying the experience. Using more force this time, the flogger contacted her bare, exposed rump once more.

  “Four, Sir.”

  He altered his position slightly, allowing the leather tresses to whip her lower thigh.

  “Five, Sir.”

  A beautiful pulsing pink glow spread across her perfect ass, and she reared up as he disciplined her again.