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  “This time I’m going to make sure you can’t run away”. I gasped as his scooped me up, carrying me in my panties, stockings and heels up the stairs to his stunning bedroom and laying me down as I gazed up at him, panting and needy and desperate for his touch to ease the intense arousal that burned deep inside me. “Arms up” he said simply as I obeyed without question, pulling a tie from his pocket and securing my hands together swiftly and deftly over my head, his lip curved in his trademark smirk as he looked down at my almost naked form, running his hands softly over my ankles.

  “I wanted to run my hands up your legs last time Charlotte, all the way over your thighs and ending here” he said firmly as I gasped and moaned, revelling in the feel of his fingers stroking my pussy through the damp silk and he studied my face. I arched my body towards him, my very desperation making him stop and move back as I groaned, pleading for him to continue with my body, not my words. “Is that what you wanted?” the smooth seductive voice rolling over me, and I had. I had wondered what it would be like for his hands to travel further and I nodded. “Yes” I breathed, flushing at the admission as he slipped his hand inside my panties, ripping them off, circling my clit with his thumb and plunging his fingers deep inside me, groaning in appreciation as I panted breathlessly beneath him.

  I was already on the edge, flushed, intoxicated, drinking in his scent and dizzy with anticipation to feel his hard cock again as he continued his relentless stroking of my pussy. I was laid out for him, almost completely naked and exposed while he was still fully clothed and the sensation was utterly erotic, familiar waves of pleasure finding me quickly, and as he continued with the delicious perfect pressure, I came apart, totally consumed by the orgasm that swept through me, shuddering violently on the bed beneath him as he kissed me hard and deep through my ecstatic moans.

  I was panting as I watched him finally undress, desperate to run my tied hands over the hard cut muscles of his abdomen as I licked my lips, dazed and euphoric and desperate for more. I had never seen him totally naked and gasped in wonder as he revealed his hard thighs, muscular and powerful, finally removing his designer shorts and unleashing his giant, magnificent cock as I stared, lips parted and needing him more than I had ever needed anyone. “I’m going to fuck you hard Charlotte” he growled deliciously as I nodded my approval, squirming on the bed, wanting him inside me. The small smirk played sexily at the side of his mouth and more than anything I wanted to kiss it, to feel those soft full lips possessing my mouth while his beautiful cock claimed my body.

  He rolled on a condom and in seconds his weight was on top of me, smooth taut skin stretched over muscles that felt like he’d been carved from stone, the epitome of alpha male perfection as he thrust inside me, groaning at the contact and I was lost. He was huge and hitting my limits, my pussy aching to accept him, expanding to accommodate the sheer size of his cock and he pushed through the resistance with unrelenting force, powering into me with a strength that took my breath away.

  I was lost as he grabbed my hair roughly, forcing me towards him, claiming my mouth in a dominant show of possession. I lifted my tied arms, needing to feel him as he grabbed them, almost throwing them back over my head and increasing the pressure of his thrusts if that were even possible, and I cried out, lost and dazed, every nerve screaming and on fire for Jason. I wrapped my legs around him, heels digging into firm muscle as he groaned his approval, and it was the only encouragement my body needed, exploding in wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure as he shuddered above me, cursing and calling my name.

  He lay on top of me, our breathing ragged as we both came back to earth, eventually pulling out gently, removing the condom and laying a trail of kisses from my throat to my mouth, moving to untie my hands as I held him properly for the first time and my stomach flipped. He felt delectable and I smiled as he gazed into my eyes pulling the trademark smirk. I couldn’t help but giggle. “You know Jason, I used to find that little smirk incredibly irritating” I smiled, sapphire eyes blazing back into mine as he pulled his mouth into a firm line frowning down at me and my breath hitched, thinking I had said something wrong. His face was scowling but his eyes were twinkling. “This one?” he said, curving one side of his lip, his beauty overwhelming me as I gazed up adoringly, nodding and smiling. “I know. It always gets your attention”.

  My heart skipped a beat, my stomach somersaulting at the admission that he had used it to get my attention, even if its primary purpose had been to irritate me at the time. “It used to annoy me” I giggled “but not now”. He looked at me intently. “No?” he said, questioning me. “No” I bit my lip “Now it just turns me on” I grinned as he held my gaze. “It always did, you just didn’t know it” he winked, displaying his arrogance that right now, made me just want to feel him inside me again. Maybe he was right.

  “I’ll think I’ll use it when you’re down on your knees sucking my cock”, and the thought was enough to almost drive my libido over the edge as I gasped up at him, the shrill ring of his phone, dragging me from my aroused euphoria and as he reached to answer it, I couldn’t believe we were here again, but I was damned if I was running this time.

  He was silent for a while, listening intently, turning to look at me, frowning, before he spoke. “Where’s the shoot? I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together. Sit tight, we’ll sort it out. I’ll be 45 minutes Tamsin”. My face blazed in barely controlled anger as I swallowed hard. This was the second time this had happened and my heart sank. Tamsin Lloyd, supermodel. Jason King, at her beck and fucking call. Technically, I was not his girlfriend but his secret submissive sex toy. I’d agreed to that so I didn’t really have a leg to stand on. I tried a different tact.

  “Problems?” I said simply as he nodded slowly. “I’m really sorry Charlotte, I need to go somewhere”. “The supermodel?” I pouted as he nodded his head. “Are you sure you’re not fucking her Jason?” and he trained a steely glare on me that stunned me as I sat, visibly shrinking under the intensity and force of the man. I knew I shouldn’t be questioning him, but then from what I’d read most Doms didn’t shower their subs with frequent cuddles and kisses either. I’d wanted to ask him about that, but I didn’t want it to stop. It was already a strange situation for me and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was the same for him. “No, but I have to go” he said firmly. Subject irrevocably closed, I thought to myself, trying a smile to lighten the mood. It didn’t work. I rose to get dressed, realising my ripped panties were useless and my bra and dress were on the floor downstairs.

  There was nothing else for it and I stood naked in my stockings and heels in front of him, as he assessed me closely, raising my eyebrows as if to challenge him. “Did you say something about me sucking your cock?” I gazed up at him. The steely glare was back, but there was something else in his eyes, a dark brooding passion and unmistakable lust I could feel, as my nipples hardened, the sight of his glorious body and fierce demeanour causing the familiar burst of pleasure to reignite between my legs.

  “But you need to go, so you best take me home then” I said sweetly, smiling up at him through my lashes and before I could take my next breath, he was on me, grinding his enormous erection against my stomach. “This isn’t how this works Charlotte, I knew this would be trouble” he growled menacingly before turning me around and shoving me forward, hands on the bed, running his finger down my spine and wrapping his firm hand around my stomach as he stood behind me, rubbing his rock hard cock into the bare cheek of my arse. I felt a warm flurry of delight and a mini sense of victory alongside my arousal. Tamsin Lloyd could fucking wait I smiled inwardly, as his hand crashed down, spanking me hard as if he read my thoughts, and I gasped loudly, the low chuckle emanating from his throat, betraying the fact that he was happy with himself which only served to increase my need.

  “I’ll punish you properly tomorrow” he growled, thrusting his huge pulsing cock deep inside me from behind, pinching my nipples hard as my whole body cried out in ecstasy, revelling in the p
ower of the man pounding into me, reaching to stoke my clit with one hand while the other was shooting waves of delicious pain through my swollen breasts and I was moaning loudly through every glorious push as he battered my body with a delectable assault, filling every inch of me, deeply and wonderfully until I could barely breathe. “You’ll learn not to tease me” he growled and I spiralled out of control, lost in pleasure, lost in him. “Fuck Charlotte” he cried out, pulling out of me and ejaculating his hot wet cum over my arse. In our lust fuelled haste, we had totally forgotten about the condom.

  He pulled away, leaving the room for a few moments, retrieving a tissue from somewhere to clean me. I couldn’t see, I was all but collapsed, barely standing and face down on the bed as he lifted me, pulling me hard against his chest. He had also retrieved my clothes and passed me my bra and dress before dressing himself, kissing me gently, smiling, and my heart melted. Jason King was definitely worth fighting for.

  I could be pouty, childish and petulant that he was leaving, which was perfectly justifiable. But it wouldn’t work. I excused myself briefly to the bathroom just before we left. There was more than one way to skin a cat, I smiled to myself. It was time to get my devious head on. I sent a quick text to Katie.

  Call me in 10 mins, just play along

  The car journey was quiet and we both knew why, he had just got out of bed so he could go running to Tamsin Lloyd, Supermodel. I had asked the obvious question and he had shut me down. I wasn’t revisiting that particular scenario so there had been only one thing for it and bang on cue, the shrill ring of my phone cut through the silence of the car. “Hello”. Katie was on the other end of the line. “Yes I remember you” I said, getting a sideways glance from Jason, which I deliberately ignored. “What the fuck are you talking about” laughed Katie, as I simply said “yes” before she caught onto the game and I could feel Kings steely glare bearing down on me. “I’m not sure. Yes maybe a drink would be OK. It’s not a great time, can I call you back in twenty minutes or so”. I could feel his eyes burning into me in short bursts as he navigated the road ahead.

  The tension in the car was thick and heavy and I heard an almost inaudible sigh but it was definitely there. I wasn’t going to be the one to speak first and I needed to play this cool.

  “Who was that?” he said eventually. I was laughing internally at the success of my little plan, while trying outwardly to sound as casual as I possibly could. “Just a guy I met in a bar” I answered, shrugging. It didn’t sound realistic. Me taking a call from a guy I’d met in a bar when in the car with someone who’d just been inside me would never happen. Jason didn’t seem to realise that, but then he’d been on the phone with Tamsin, so maybe we just didn’t see things the same.

  “What did he want?” “Nothing” I said simply, shaking my head. My job was in advertising, a large part of which could be stretching the truth, but in reality, I had never been very good at it in my personal life which was why I was currently struggling with Jason King. “You’re not going out for a drink with him Charlotte”. I said nothing. I didn’t want to argue, I simply wanted to make the point, that running off to one woman when you’ve just tied up and screwed another is not acceptable.

  “I expect exclusivity Charlotte” he growled when I didn’t answer. “Maybe I didn’t make that clear”. I sighed, shaking my head, but still said nothing as he screeched the car to a halt, grabbing my chin to face him.

  “I get it Charlotte. It’s far from fucking ideal, but it’s just the way it is and I have to go. You’ve made your point but I can’t change this right now” he said firmly, revving up the engine to start the car again as we drove in silence. I wasn’t going to get the answers I wanted. If I wanted him, at least for now, I would just have to trust him, it was that simple.

  “What time’s your pitch tomorrow?” he said eventually. “It’s at two, they are coming to us” I said quietly, having almost completely forgotten about the pre boiled eggs.

  “You’ll have everything you need by lunchtime, just text me the details” he said pulling up outside my apartment, stroking his hand tenderly down the side of my face and kissing my cheek as I leaned into him. “Trust me Charlotte, the exclusivity thing works both ways” he whispered as I looked across at him nodding and leaving the car, making my way up the stairs without looking back. Apart from the abrupt ending, the night had been wonderful, the vision of a naked Jason King pounding into me was burned beautifully into my brain, and it was one I was unlikely ever to forget. I laughed when the text arrived shortly afterwards

  Don’t call him back.

  And I couldn’t resist replying in the most submissive way I could think of, giggling, my head still dizzy and giddy at the thought that King and I had actually agreed to this strange arrangement. I mean, King, of all people, I laughed to myself, shaking my head.

  Yes Sir x

  I didn’t wait long for a reply.

  I like that

  I thought you might, I laughed to myself. I would have to remember that, maybe save it for next time he was about to run off to Tamsin. Probably not submissive behaviour I mused, but a girl had to keep some tricks up her sleeve.

  Chapter 8

  He was good to his word and by eleven am, a full pitch for pre boiled eggs sat in my inbox with a small package of what I assumed were additional props on my desk. I loved what he’d done. He hadn’t gone down the picnic route, the lunchbox route or even the Atkins route, which had been one of our last ditch desperate attempts.

  The word was ‘hard’, this pitched used it a lot and I couldn’t help but smile. King certainly had something on his mind last night, I giggled inwardly.

  Whether they went for it or not, the concept was nothing if not unique. Pre boiled eggs were ‘hard’, they were mans food. The image of a hardboiled egg in a yellow hard hat and sat on a construction site was novel and my personal favourite, the hardboiled egg in boxing gloves entitled ‘protein that packs a punch’ made me laugh out loud.

  Whatever happened, King had given it his best shot. Nutritional, protein rich, hard food for hard men, and when I called Katie in to go over it, she loved it, bringing Sasha and the rest of the band of junior creative’s to hear it again.

  It was fair to say they all thought ‘my’ last minute brainwave was amazing and I kept Katie and Sash behind to tell them the truth of its origins as they sat there open mouthed.

  “So why exactly did King do this for you?” Katie gazed at me through narrowed eyes. “Because he spent all night fucking me and I ran out of time” I giggled as they stared at me astounded. “And just to clarify Lotty, this is a good thing right?” she said as I smiled, nodding, deliberately leaving out the detail of him running off to meet Tamsin Lloyd, at least for now. “Me and King are on” I grinned, unable to stifle my overwhelming happiness.

  “Don’t tell Alison” she said quickly as my face fell. I’d been too caught up in the whirlwind of yesterday to really give it too much thought, but sleeping with the CEO of our major competitor wouldn’t go down well at all with my boss or Grayson. “No, just keep it between us for now” I smiled, in no doubt whatsoever on the basis of what I’d seen in the last couple of weeks, that they were more than capable of keeping a secret.

  They were still opened mouthed as they left the office, Sasha just turning to mouth the word ‘Dom?’ before she shut the door. I nodded as she winked at me, opening the box on my desk. If I was expecting hard boiled eggs in hard hats as a 3D visual, I was very much mistaken. There nestling in the box beneath pink tissue were two metal love eggs, one smaller and one larger with a small card resting on top.

  I’ve worked ‘hard’ on your egg pitch, now it’s your turn. Wear these for the presentation, I trust you know where they go. I’ll be watching

  J

  Shit. Welcome to the world of Jason King I laughed, shutting the box quickly in case anyone popped in. What the hell did he mean he’d be watching? I had no idea how he’d do it, but I was sure he would, and part of me relis
hed the prospect as I made my way to the bathroom, praying I would be able to keep the damned things in. I was fairly certain where the small one was supposed to go. I wasn’t used to having anything in there and my mind wondered exactly what kind of things I had let myself in for, as a little voice inside me said I was about to find out. I set up the boardroom for the pitch, feeling deliciously naughty and totally outside my comfort zone.

  I welcomed the four representatives from the egg company slightly flushed, but soon got into my stride as the pitch generated an enormous amount of discussion, interaction and positive laughter. All the key decision makers were here and for the revenue to count towards Exec of the Year I needed to seal it before three. As I ran the mock ups Jason had emailed, I suddenly jumped out of my skin as the eggs silently burst to life inside me, as four dumbfounded faces looked on curiously, as though I’d lost my mind. I swallowed hard, swearing that somewhere outside in that corridor, I could hear the low chuckle of Jason Kings laughter as my head spun round. I needed to get this under control. “Sorry, it was a spider” I said quickly, to which three of them sat back, clearly grateful they were not being pitched to by a lunatic, the fourth looked horrified. He was clearly not a big fan of spiders and only relaxed when I told him I’d stood on it accidently, trying desperately to ignore the low buzzing deep inside me and finish the job in hand.

  I finalised the details and they agreed to run with it on a three month trial period as my core fired up again. I had never been more fidgety discussing a contract and could just imagine the smirk on Kings face if he could really see me now. I shook hands with each of them, eager to get out of there, incredibly aroused and walked as fast as the eggs would allow to Alison’s adjacent office to ensure I didn’t miss the deadline, stopping stock still when I saw who was with her. She beckoned me in as he sat there, beautifully controlled in a tailored navy suit, his face impassive as I looked first at him and then at Alison, throwing the contract on her desk. “Well done” she said briefly before turning her attention back to King who ignored me physically, while firing the eggs back to life inside me as I flushed uncontrollably.