Tell Me Page 7

  “Yes, Sir.” She had read about this, and knew that he would press the plug of ginger into her arse. The natural juices would be in direct contact with her delicate inner tissues. It would feel to be burning, very uncomfortable.

  “So, I’ll do this slowly so as not to hurt you. I won't use any lube as that reduces the effect of the ginger, but I’ll wet the root to make it slide in more easily. I’ll need you to remain still, and to co-operate. You’ll offer no resistance. Any questions?”

  “About the ginger, or the contract, Sir?”

  “The ginger. I’ll be coming to the contract in due course. Are you ready?”

  As I’ll ever be. “Yes, Sir.”

  Tony inserted the tip of his finger first, testing her opening, swirling his digit to loosen the muscle a little. He seemed content to press on though with minimal preparation. Despite his admonition, Thea tensed as the tip of the root entered her.

  Her reward was a sharp slap on her bottom. “Open for me. Now.”

  With a conscious effort of will she relaxed her muscle to accept the intrusion. The root slid into place, and her sphincter closed around the grooved section to hold it in place.

  “Good. Now, as long as you remain still and don't clench, it won't feel too intense. How are you doing with your reading?”

  “Fine, Sir. I think.”

  “Where have you got to?”

  “Here, Sir.” She pointed to her place, about a third of the way down the second page.

  “Excellent. Continue please.”

  Thea carried on reading, and was pleased to spot an attempt to extend the period of her secondment to two years. She noted that in the margin, for later.

  Tony resumed his assault on her senses by reaching under her to caress her clit. Her body convulsed, sending her arse into a throbbing frenzy.

  “Oh God. Please Sir, don’t…”

  “Carry on reading, Mrs Richmond. And concentrate.”

  “It hurts. Please.”

  “I know it hurts. That’s the idea. It’ll hurt a lot more if I have to spank you for your inattention to the task I’ve given you.” He continued to rub her swollen clit, and Thea wasn’t sure if she wanted to orgasm or cry.

  “You can’t focus on this contract and have an orgasm at the same time. Get your priorities sorted, girl. If you come, I’ll spank you.” Right. Crying it is then.

  When she reflected back on this scene later Thea had no idea where she dredged up the powers of concentration she managed to find. She focused her vision on the words dancing in front of her eyes and read them. Re-read them. And scribbled in the margin that she would not accept a seventy hour week.

  She finished the second sheet and turned that face down too. Tony moved the empty saucer to make room for it on top of the first one. Thea continued, her eyes boring into the third sheet as she battled to contain her rioting senses. This page gave rise to no further notes in the margin, and Thea skim-read it again to make sure. She discarded it onto the read pile and moved on.

  The fourth sheet yielded two errors, one arithmetical, the other a spelling mistake. She corrected the first, and made a note against the second.

  “What’s happening in your head, Mrs Richmond?” Tony’s voice was low, he was whispering in her ear. She loved it when he did that during a scene. But he shouldn’t be calling her Mrs Richmond, not while she had ginger in her arse and his fingers on her clit.

  “I’m confused. Hating this, Sir.”

  “But you’re doing well. You’re on page four.”

  “When I finish reading, will you take the ginger out?”

  “Who are you talking to, Mrs Richmond?”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “It’s your name. I repeat, who are you talking to?”

  “Sir. Sorry, but this feels all wrong.”

  “Why would it? It’s just you and me, and this contract. And the ginger, of course.”

  “I want to stop.”

  “Use your safe word then.”

  Thea shook her head. She was struggling, but not beaten. “No, Sir. I intend to finish.”

  “Good girl. Let’s finish in style then. I’m going to spank you.”

  “Oh God!”

  “Don’t pray. Read,”

  Thea groaned as he dropped a series of light slaps onto her buttocks. Ordinarily she would have loved this, but she was unable to help herself and was clenching her bottom frantically. The root embedded in her arse caused her to throb like a demon.

  “Sir, stop. Please.”

  “Safe word, or read. I’ll stop when you finish the contract.” He ramped up the pressure, raining spanks on each of her cheeks, alternating between left and right.

  Thea sobbed as she scanned the remaining paragraphs. And narrowly missed a sneaky clause requiring her to greet her new employer on her knees each morning, on his arrival at the office. She was uncertain whether this was a serious requirement or not, in this moment she wouldn't exclude any possibility. She marked the lines with an asterisk and moved on.

  “I’ve finished.”

  “Good. Hand it to me then. Let me see your notes.”

  “Sir, the ginger…”

  “Your notes, Mrs Richmond.”

  Thea collected the sheets together, turned them all face up and handed them to Tony.

  “Thank you. Please remain where you are until I’m satisfied this task has been completed.” He strolled across the room to the sofa where he made himself comfortable to peruse the sheets.

  Thea groaned. She removed her glasses, then laid her head on the table. At least now though he had stopped touching her and she could concentrate on her breathing, get her rampant senses under some sort of control. She reflected on the contract, re-running the main terms in her head. Assuming the rogue clauses could be re-drafted, she thought she might quite enjoy working with Tony. He had a sense of humour at least. Even if his approach to negotiations was highly suspect.

  “This is a good attempt. You picked up on all but two issues which I would have expected you to query. So, whose work is this? Thea’s, or Mrs Richmond’s?”

  She turned her head to look at him across the room. “It’s mine. You saw me do it. I don't understand what you mean.”

  “This time yesterday I reckon you’d have had no trouble separating the two. Are we perhaps managing to blur the edges a little?”

  “I… maybe. I suppose so. But only because you gave me no choice.”

  “Of course you had a choice. You always do. You could have used your safe word. At one point I thought you might.”

  “I wanted to please you.”

  He glanced at her. “You have. You always do, Thea. You delight me.”

  She was speechless, unsure whether to remain still or dance around the dining table. In view of the ginger still embedded in her arse she opted to stay where she was.

  “Thank you, Sir. That means a lot to me.”

  Tony stood and came back to stand beside her. He dropped the contract on the table. “I think this ginger has done its work now. Hold still.”

  He had no need to ask twice. Thea held her breath while Tony drew the vile root from her rear hole, then straightened slowly.

  “It’ll take a few minutes to stop throbbing but you’ll be fine soon. Pick up the contract and come here. You’ll need your glasses too.”

  Thea followed him across the room to the sofa. He sat and gestured for her to clamber into his lap. She snuggled into his chest, wriggling in an attempt to gain the friction she needed with a growing desperation. Her bum might be less irritated now, on that point he was correct. But her clit felt to be on fire.

  “You seem agitated, Thea. Are you alright?”

  “I need to come, Sir. May I…?”

  “You may. Would you like me to hold your glasses for you?”

  Thea handed him the spectacles, then leaned back to rest her body against the leather-covered cushions, her legs still draped across h
is lap. She wriggled backwards to give herself more space, then spread her legs wide. Using the fingers of her left hand she parted the lips framing her clit, then she reached down with her right hand. She rubbed the swollen nub she had exposed, slowly at first, then gathering strength as her arousal spiked. She was conscious of his gaze, watching her pleasure herself. She relished it. Despite her desire to orgasm, she slowed her stroking to draw out this moment.

  Tony said nothing. He leaned back against the sofa, his eyes darkening. Thea looked up at him, smiled, then arched her back. She let out a small cry as her climax overwhelmed her. Shudders wracked her body as waves of accumulated lust pulsed through her, the discharge of the pent up tension she had somehow managed to suppress during the scene. The climax felt to go on for ever, though in reality she supposed it was just a few moments. After, she lay still, limp, her thighs still spread wide.

  “Do you feel better now?”

  “A little, Sir.”

  “Are you ready to continue?”

  “I’d like you to fuck me, Sir.”

  “Ah.”

  “Sir, please…”

  “Oh Thea, you do beg so prettily. And I find it hard to refuse you anything when you entertain me so well.”

  He stood and loosened his jeans, releasing his erection. Thea was delighted to note he seemed to be in a state of some arousal himself. She watched as he produced a condom from the front pocket of his jeans and snapped the foil with his teeth. Moments later, sheathed, he twirled his index finger to indicate she should turn around on the couch. Thea started to move onto all fours.

  “No, on your back. Just shift your bum over to the edge.”

  Thea obeyed, as Tony knelt in front of the couch. He placed his hands on her knees to push them up towards her chest, and outwards, opening her to him. He leaned forward, and with one swift thrust was inside her.

  “Oh God. Oh Sir, Sir…”

  “Holy fuck, Thea. So tight, every time.”

  “Harder Sir. Faster.”

  Tony’s response was to draw his hips back, then drive forward again, filling her completely. Thea let out a squeal, clenching around him. She gripped his shoulders, clinging on as her inner muscles convulsed around his cock. A second orgasm was erupting, deep in her core. She considered for perhaps a millisecond the possibility of somehow fighting off her climax, drawing this delight out for longer, but another deep, sharp thrust put a stop to that fantasy.

  “Don’t hold back, girl. I want you to come. Often, and hard. Now.” Tony’s voice was a low growl. He continued to pound into her, his thrusts powerful, demanding, almost savage in their intensity. Thea relinquished any pretence at control as her body arched and convulsed, her second orgasm just moments away.

  As her shudders subsided, Tony slowed his thrusts. His strokes now were long and leisurely, a sensual caress, stretching her, the friction rippling against her inner walls. He leaned over to brush his lips across her mouth. Thea parted her lips and his tongue entered, exploring her. He licked, tasted. Their tongues twisted together in an erotic, sensual dance. Thea sucked on his, moving her hands up to tunnel her fingers through his hair. She rarely got to touch him during their scenes, this was a rare treat and she loved the intimacy.

  “Christ, girl, you feel so good. So fucking hot.”

  Thea squeezed around him, lifting her hips. She locked her ankles behind his waist and dug her heels in, drawing him close, then closer still. She had intended to concentrate on his pleasure for a while, but in moments her body tightened again, readying for another climax. She knew better than to fight it now as every sensation, every tingle, every pulsating quiver seemed to coalesce in her pussy. She moaned her delight as her orgasm swept her along, this time to be joined by Tony. His cock lurched inside her and he drove deep one last time, holding the position. His face was buried in her hair as he let out a muffled oath, then went still.

  Neither spoke for several minutes. Thea’s breath came in short pants, her heart beating a rapid fire tempo inside her chest. Tony was the first to recover. He lifted his weight from her, separated their bodies, and disposed of the condom. Standing, he adjusted his clothing. Thea wondered, not for the first time, how he could create such intensity of sensation for her, controlling her responses, consuming her entirely, whilst seeming not to break a sweat himself.

  She supposed it was a Dom thing, and thanked God for it.

  “Can we deal with this contract now, do you think?” His tone was dry as he picked up the stray sheets of paper now scattered across the floor. He handed the reassembled document to her, then lifted her bodily from the sofa. He sat down and arranged her in his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin. “Where are your glasses, Mrs Richmond?”

  “I’m not sure, Sir. Oh, there…” She pointed to the spectacles half-rammed down the space between the cushion and the back of the sofa. Tony helped her to retrieve them and she perched them on her nose.

  “Right, let’s hear your comments then?”

  Ten minutes later the errant clauses had been re-drafted, errors corrected. Tony nuzzled the top of Thea’s head. “Would you feel confident about signing this now?”

  “I think so, Sir. Yes.”

  “Good. Even so, I expect you’d prefer to leave the formalities until your first day in the office.”

  “Maybe. There’s still one thing puzzling me though. I have a question, about why you want me to work for you.”

  “Oh? What’s your question, Thea?”

  “You must have discovered something amiss, something that makes you suspicious. What is it?”

  He paused, considering. “Stephen said you were smart, and I can see nothing much will get past you. You’re right. There are a couple of things really. We’ve had a mauling at an industrial tribunal. A costly one at that, both financially and in terms of our reputation. Dart Logistics needs a serious overhaul to get our staffing systems up to scratch. I’m not saying we haven’t got good people, but we don't manage them very well.”

  “Right. And what else? You said a couple of things.”

  “Finance. Our year-end figures seem inconsistent with predictions earlier in the year. It was the same last year. It could be just down to poor forecasting, but I have a feeling there’s more to it. I need someone to audit our accounts for the last couple of years and tell me what’s going on.”

  “If you know already where the problems are, why do you need me? Why not just put your house in order yourself?”

  “Mrs Richmond, do you ride a bicycle?”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “A bicycle, Mrs Richmond. Do you own one?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “You should try it. Excellent cardio-vascular exercise, although I confess I do rather enjoy giving you a workout myself.” He paused to caress her breast, his palm massaging the soft mound before he took her nipple between his finger and thumb and rolled it gently.

  Thea gasped and arched her back, loving his touch. “Thank you, Sir. You are very good for my heart rate. I don’t believe I’ll be purchasing a bicycle any time soon. I did have a bike as a child though.”

  “I see. Did you fall off it much? Crash it into trees, that sort of thing?” Tony continued to squeeze and stroke her swelling nipple and Thea found her concentration wandering once more. A firm pinch brought her back into focus.

  “From time to time. I survived.”

  “I’ll bet you were good at pedalling.”

  “Yes. I suppose. I was fast.”

  “I can imagine that, your little legs pumping. But without your hands on the handlebars and your eyes looking where you were going, you’d have gone round in circles. Crashed. Probably ended up in the canal or worse. Then where would your faultless, fast pedalling have got you? It would be better not to pedal at all than to do it without direction, without a sense of where you’re going. Do you agree?”

  “Yes, I suppose so. But neither can you just sit there pointing your front
wheel at things. You need to make it go.”

  “Exactly. I run my company. I have my hands on the handlebars and I’m looking ahead. I keep Dart Logistics out of the canal, Mrs Richmond. But I rely on others, you, to do most of the pedalling. You could say I’m a leader, a figurehead. You though, you’re a manager. And a bloody good one. It’s because of good managers that businesses run well. I can steer, but you do exemplary pedalling, Mrs Richmond, and that’s why I need you. We’re a team. Or we will be.”

  “I couldn’t do what you do. Take charge.”

  “I don't want you to, not here in my home, or in the dungeon. And not at work either. But I do need your technical skills, your understanding of systems and such like. I’m not good at that stuff. So I need someone on my team who is. That’s you, Thea.”

  His persistent manipulation of her pebbled nub had ceased. Thea turned in his arms to face him, kneeling in his lap.

  “But, you seem so confident. Always. You don't need me. You don’t need anyone.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, Mrs Richmond. I do need you. So, where do you think we should start?”

  “You keep on about me working for you, and maybe you’re right, perhaps it could work. But it’s hard. Terrifying in fact. I can’t just dump the habits of a lifetime...”

  “Do you need to revisit your contract, Mrs Richmond? I believe I may still have some ginger in the fridge.”

  “No! I don’t mean that. You made your point and I’m not arguing with you. I just need to take this slower. If you’ll allow that. Please.”

  “I need you on the case, Thea. Now.”

  “I know, but…”

  “How about if you work remotely? At least at first?”

  “What? How do you mean?”

  “I mean, all my systems at Dart are online. You could log in from anywhere, here for example, and start by overhauling them.”

  Thea stared at him, struck not for the first time at his ingenuity and his inventive, flexible approach. In her business life as much as in her kink he was able to anticipate and overcome her issues, her hangups. He made it safe for her. Why had she ever doubted she could work with him as well as play?