tough. You’re used to giving orders, the
way you did to keep your family together.”
Her chuckle was rueful. “Confidentially, sir, you have no
idea how much that took out of me.”
He shrugged. “The USSA is demanding. And this mission will
take a lot out of both of us. Do you think this will be easy for me?”
“I don’t know.” Her gaze stroked him again, still brimful of
curiosity, though now the curiosity was tinctured with something else.
Something more.
Sexual curiosity. She wanted to know what he was really
like, at a very basic level. Or so he hoped.
“Would it be easy for you to be…submissive?” she asked. “Is
that who you truly are?”
“No, but if I have to, I can fake it. Can you be dominant?”
She bit her lip, her eyes dropping. Her whisper was
incoherent.
“Speak up,” he said. “If you’re going to run this, run me,
you have to state your orders and commands clearly.”
She raised her chin, and her eyes sparkled. Were those tears?
She drew a shaky breath. “You know I’d do anything for y—
the agency.”
Had she been about to say, “I’d do anything for you?” Desire tightened his balls.
“But I don’t know if I can be something I’m not,” she went
on. “I can manage situations, yes, and run any mission you choose. But acting
like a sexual dominant…” She shook her head. “That’s not me. I’m afraid I’d
blow our cover and get us both killed.”
He hesitated. The only other option involved possible abuse
of his authority, but the mission was paramount. On the other hand…
“W-what about reversing our roles?” She broke into his
thoughts.
Had she read his mind?
But he had to be sure. “You mean, I’d dominate you?”
She swallowed audibly. “Yes.”
A long pause ensued while he wondered if he’d fallen into
his favorite fantasy. Finally, he managed to speak. “That could work.”
He walked around the barrier of his desk and knelt next to
her chair. His face was now level with hers, and he focused on her eyes—her wide,
nervous, expectant eyes. He read fear there as well as blatant feminine
curiosity.
He’d have her exactly the way he wanted, but he’d have to
take care. A single wrong move and she’d bolt.
Ross leaned closer, inhaling her perfume, a fresh, bright
scent he didn’t recognize but which suited her perfectly. He let his lips brush
her neck and watched the tiny hairs shift in subtle response. “I could do that,
but can you? Can you give me unswerving obedience?” he murmured into her ear
before nipping the lobe.
She gasped and he chuckled. “Just let go, Belmont. Just…let
go.”
She turned her head to shoot him a steady look from those
compelling hazel eyes. This time, their gazes met and clashed. Her eyes were
bold, unflinching, utterly unafraid. That surprised him, but Belmont often
surprised him. It was hard to remember that her naïve façade hid a smart, savvy
agent.
He respected her competence and admired her beauty. Now he’d
enjoy bending her to his will.
* * * * *
How had she dared?
Kathie had lusted after her boss since she’d been assigned
to the San Diego field office. She’d longed for him to see her as a woman,
dreamed of him at night, fantasized that he was the strong but loving master
she craved in the secret corners of her soul. When she played with herself, she
imagined that Ross’ fingers tugged her clit and probed her pussy, wrenching
orgasm after orgasm from her willing body. When she coated a dildo with lube
and thrust it slowly into her backside, she prayed that one day Ross would open
her ass with his cock to fuck her mindless.
And now he needed submission. Her consent to whatever he
desired. Unswerving obedience. Only in connection with the mission, yes, but if
he was the one man she sought, it could last forever.
She held his gaze. “Try me…master.”
The room was silent except for their ragged breaths.
“Very well.” He stood in one smooth movement. Though an
agency veteran,
way you did to keep your family together.”
Her chuckle was rueful. “Confidentially, sir, you have no
idea how much that took out of me.”
He shrugged. “The USSA is demanding. And this mission will
take a lot out of both of us. Do you think this will be easy for me?”
“I don’t know.” Her gaze stroked him again, still brimful of
curiosity, though now the curiosity was tinctured with something else.
Something more.
Sexual curiosity. She wanted to know what he was really
like, at a very basic level. Or so he hoped.
“Would it be easy for you to be…submissive?” she asked. “Is
that who you truly are?”
“No, but if I have to, I can fake it. Can you be dominant?”
She bit her lip, her eyes dropping. Her whisper was
incoherent.
“Speak up,” he said. “If you’re going to run this, run me,
you have to state your orders and commands clearly.”
She raised her chin, and her eyes sparkled. Were those tears?
She drew a shaky breath. “You know I’d do anything for y—
the agency.”
Had she been about to say, “I’d do anything for you?” Desire tightened his balls.
“But I don’t know if I can be something I’m not,” she went
on. “I can manage situations, yes, and run any mission you choose. But acting
like a sexual dominant…” She shook her head. “That’s not me. I’m afraid I’d
blow our cover and get us both killed.”
He hesitated. The only other option involved possible abuse
of his authority, but the mission was paramount. On the other hand…
“W-what about reversing our roles?” She broke into his
thoughts.
Had she read his mind?
But he had to be sure. “You mean, I’d dominate you?”
She swallowed audibly. “Yes.”
A long pause ensued while he wondered if he’d fallen into
his favorite fantasy. Finally, he managed to speak. “That could work.”
He walked around the barrier of his desk and knelt next to
her chair. His face was now level with hers, and he focused on her eyes—her wide,
nervous, expectant eyes. He read fear there as well as blatant feminine
curiosity.
He’d have her exactly the way he wanted, but he’d have to
take care. A single wrong move and she’d bolt.
Ross leaned closer, inhaling her perfume, a fresh, bright
scent he didn’t recognize but which suited her perfectly. He let his lips brush
her neck and watched the tiny hairs shift in subtle response. “I could do that,
but can you? Can you give me unswerving obedience?” he murmured into her ear
before nipping the lobe.
She gasped and he chuckled. “Just let go, Belmont. Just…let
go.”
She turned her head to shoot him a steady look from those
compelling hazel eyes. This time, their gazes met and clashed. Her eyes were
bold, unflinching, utterly unafraid. That surprised him, but Belmont often
surprised him. It was hard to remember that her naïve façade hid a smart, savvy
agent.
He respected her competence and admired her beauty. Now he’d
enjoy bending her to his will.
* * * * *
How had she dared?
Kathie had lusted after her boss since she’d been assigned
to the San Diego field office. She’d longed for him to see her as a woman,
dreamed of him at night, fantasized that he was the strong but loving master
she craved in the secret corners of her soul. When she played with herself, she
imagined that Ross’ fingers tugged her clit and probed her pussy, wrenching
orgasm after orgasm from her willing body. When she coated a dildo with lube
and thrust it slowly into her backside, she prayed that one day Ross would open
her ass with his cock to fuck her mindless.
And now he needed submission. Her consent to whatever he
desired. Unswerving obedience. Only in connection with the mission, yes, but if
he was the one man she sought, it could last forever.
She held his gaze. “Try me…master.”
The room was silent except for their ragged breaths.
“Very well.” He stood in one smooth movement. Though an
agency veteran,
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