She doesn’t answer. Instead, her head falls back against my shoulder, and I press my fingers against her, feeling the outline of her lips through the crotch of the panties. My fingers massage with just enough pressure to elicit the faintest moan from her pretty mouth.
And then I stop.
“Your pleasure is in my hands,” I say, turning her to face me. “Literally and otherwise. Do you understand, Angel?”
“Yes, Master,” she pants.
“You will come when I tell you. You will only pleasure yourself under my command. And no other man can so much as touch or taste any part of you. Is that also understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You belong to me.” My hands hook the side of her hips. Unable to go another moment without touching her in some way, my mouth finds a soft spot just below dip of her collarbone. First I kiss, and then I suck, pulling her between my teeth and then letting go. She’ll have a mark, but it’ll be the first of many, and it won’t hurt. “You are mine, Bellamy.”
Her eyelids flutter closed. She stands glued in place, waiting for my next command when the phone rings.
“On your knees, Angel.”
She follows me back to my chair where I sink down and recline back slowly. Bellamy drops to her knees, positioning herself on the floor between my thighs.
My cock throbs, fighting the confines of my Italian silk boxers.
“Dane speaking,” I answer.
Bellamy reaches for my belt, running her hand along the outline of my cock in the process. Her delicate hands work steadily. First a faint click of the belt, then the silent pop of a button, and finally the slow unzipping of my suit pants.
She tugs on the waistband of my boxers until I’m fully exposed, and she rises slightly, though still very much on her knees, and presses the head of my cock just enough against her lips that I feel their heat.
She’s killing me here, and I love every second of it.
“Mr. Townsend, are you still there?” The woman on the other end says. “I’m connecting Nashville and Piedmont. Bear with me.”
She sounds like a sweet grandmother type, not that I’ve ever known one of those in real life.
“Yes, I’m still here,” I say into the receiver as the opposite party lines up the conference call.
Bellamy inserts the tip of my cock into her warm mouth, greeting me with her wet tongue.
I melt.
I fucking melt back into my chair.
Her mouth is heaven. “Oh, God…Angel…”
She takes my length, her hand gripping the base lightly. The way she attends to me like I’m some kind of delicacy takes me to a whole other level. Bellamy is a class act. No question. I knew from the moment I saw her.
She stops after a moment, her baby blues gazing up at me as if she needs reassurance.
“Don’t stop, Angel. I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.”
Which will probably be never…
“Dane, you there?” A gruff voice booms into the phone damn near stealing my moment. Thank you, David Bellows in Piedmont. One glance at the gorgeous blonde with her bee-stung lips around my cock brings me right back though.
“I’m here.” I glance at my pewter desk clock and release a harbored breath. “Can we carry on? Everyone connected yet?”
“Yes, we’re all here,” another man says.
“Great,” I say. “Did you receive the preliminary schedule Marlene emailed out yesterday?”
Bellamy pulls me out of her mouth and cocks her head, licking me from a completely different angle. A jolt of electricity zips along my center, and my legs tense. It’s all I can do not to lose myself in this, but I’m the king of self-control, and I decide when I come.
“Yes,” they say in unison.
“Dane, I had a problem with the solar panel systems seminar running the same time as the battery systems.” David sounds like a smoker with a perpetual batch of phlegm in the back of his throat, but I ignore it. “Some of my men attending the conference would like to attend both seminars, and I think you’ll find many others will feel the same way. This schedule isn’t going to work, and you’ll be hard pressed to find a lot of companies sending their best employees out to a highly anticipated and poorly organized convention.”
She inserts the entirety of me into her mouth once again. I could lose myself in the warmth of her mouth.
“I agree,” the guy from Nashville echoes.
“Gentleman.” I force control into my tone. “I can assure you this is the best schedule for the convention. I should know. I organized it myself.”
“But you didn’t take into consideration the fact that–”
“–did either of you take into the consideration that the highly sought after speakers I’ve hired, industry geniuses and revolutionaries I might add, have busy schedules? And that maybe, just maybe, those were the only times we could make those seminars work?” My words bark and bite. “I’m slightly insulted that you would accuse me of chopping some hack job schedule together with no consideration of scheduling conflicts.”
“Dane,” Nashville says. “That’s not what we meant.”
“This is the schedule.” My voice escalates, deeper and faster, and Bellamy’s movements correspond like we’re completely in sync. “This is how it has to be. All lectures will be recorded, and all attendees will be able to take home audio recordings on flash drives. No one will miss a thing.”
My cock electrifies, pressure building up in the base. I’m seconds from erupting, and I fully intend on doing so before one of those numbskulls utters another word and yanks me out of this erotic stupor.
I slam the receiver against the table and grip the sides of my chair as Bellamy licks and sucks and manipulates my throbbing cock with her perfect mouth.
I explode.
Bellamy doesn’t miss a beat. She keeps going until she’s sucked me dry.
“Dane? Dane you still there?” Their voices come through the receiver like they’re millions of miles away. I press the phone back up to my ear, nodding at Bellamy. She rises in one fluid movement and gently wipes the corners of her mouth before sauntering to the bathroom to change.
I haven’t given her permission to change, but there she goes.
I can’t feel my face, and I can hardly feel my body. I don’t feel anything but a potent mix of pleasure and power.
“Still here,” I bark. “Next item. Corporate sponsorships…”
NINE
BELLAMY
I never once swallowed with Cortland.
My hands smooth along the bustier, stopping momentarily to hoist my breasts up. I can’t deny how sexy this thing makes me feel. It’s a power trip disguised in crushed velvet. The girl in the bathroom mirror stares back at me, and I catch her grinning like she carries the biggest secret in the whole world.
Dane’s aftertaste lingers on my tongue. It’s slightly sweet and deliciously sinful. A part of him resides in me now.
Literally.
If that’s not a trust building exercise, I don’t know what is.
I reach back, unzipping the garment and freeing myself. The bones of the corset have left marks across my ribs, but they’ll fade soon enough. A small, reddish bruise just below my collarbone pulls my attention.
My fingertips rake across the spot where Dane kissed me, bit me, then called me his. For some reason, it’s different with him than it ever was with Cortland. He’s opened up this brave new world for me. Despite my initial reservations and skittishness, so far I feel remarkably safe with him.
Shit. I’m safer with Dane than I am with Cortland. At least Dane prefers his conquests in a consensual state of mind.
I slip the panties off and fold everything neatly along the counter before changing back into my skirt and blouse. Delightful soreness claims my swollen lips, and I run my fingertips across them before heading back out.
Dane hangs up the phone the second I emerge, spinning his chair to face me.
“I didn’t give you permission to change yet, Angel.”
I look for a smile or some kind of tell that he’s joking, but I find none. My hand threatens to fly to my mouth, and then I remember what happened yesterday. I’m not supposed to flinch or retreat or so much as hint that I’m afraid of his retributions.