Page 10 of Big Bad Boss: Mated

“They’ll want to know who’s in control. And you know the answer to that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

He stops, and his heat rolls over me, making me hold my breath. “Who owns you, Madi?”

“You do, sir.” My voice is choked with arousal. I could swoon.

“On your knees.” Brick tosses a pillow to the floor for my knees and puts a hand out for me to grasp as I lower to my knees. It’s a relief to be off the heels, and the pillow makes kneeling easy. He makes a show out of unbuckling his belt and sliding it out through the loops. He doubles it and slaps the leather into the palm of his hand making a whap sound.

I jump a little. I’m trembling now, a mixture of excitement with a tinge of nerves.

“Take my cock out,” he orders.

I quickly work to unbutton his pants and lower the zipper on his expensive slacks. His dick is hard, trapped in the fabric of his boxer briefs and pants, and it springs out when I lower his briefs enough to free it.

I reach for his erection, then stop myself, waiting for orders. I meet his gaze. “May I?”

“Hold it, Madi, nice and tight down by the base–that’s it,” he rumbles his approval when I close my fist around it. “Bring it to your mouth.”

The pleaser in me likes the specific instructions. There’s no need to wonder if I’m doing it the way he likes it or not. He tells me what to do, and I do it.

I part my lips, leaning forward with a long, straight spine, my toes tucked under my ass to boost me to the right height. I start slowly, licking all around the head with tiny flutter-flicks of my tongue.

Brick’s cock grows even harder–hard as steel. “Spread your thighs, so I can smell that sweet arousal better.” His voice is guttural. Rough.

I spread my knees wide, aware of what a sight I must make. I’ve never fully inhabited my body–never felt like the limber one or the lithe kind or the athletic or graceful type. But right now, this body feels all-powerful. Glorious, even.

Brick makes me feel this way.

And my need to please him has never been stronger.

I take the head of his cock into my mouth and hold it there, stroking my fist up and down his length.

He groans.

Then I move my head in concert with my hand, following it back to take him deep then returning to the head as my hand comes forward. I start to build a rhythm, but Brick stops me with a rough, “Enough!”

I pop off immediately, staring up at him.

For a moment, I think maybe I did something wrong, but then I realize, I did it right. He was already on the edge, and he doesn’t want to come yet.

“Lie face down on the bed with your arms and legs spread wide.”

I scramble to comply. My pussy’s already wet from having his cock in my mouth. I’m unbelievably excited for whatever he has to offer.

I hear him pace near me. “Lift your hips,” he orders and shoves a pillow under them. My ass is now lifted in the air in what must be a perfect presentation for a spanking.

He doesn’t touch me, though. He takes his time, using wide strips of red satin to tie my wrists to the bedposts and then my ankles.

Even though I’m face down on the mattress and can’t see what he’s doing, he places a blindfold over my eyes. It makes it easier for me to sink into the moment. To listen to Brick, not just with my ears but with every nerve-ending. With my cells. My being.

I shiver when something infinitely soft trails down my back. Soft strands of suede, perhaps. A flogger?

He swings it lightly, and the tails graze over my ass.

Yep. A flogger.

Brick begins slowly, warming my ass with a figure-eight motion of the implement. It doesn’t hurt at all.