My head was spinning as my eyes came back into focus.
"What happened?" I said as I sat up on the couch in James's office. How the hell did I get on the couch?
"Le petit mort."
"Le petit what?"
"It means the little death. The French believe your heart stops beating at the peak orgasm and can cause black outs. As you have just experienced Ms. Lambert. Hence the reason I brought you to the couch. You've been out for about 5 minutes. Orgasm control can be extremely pleasurable once your Master gives you permission to climax."
"Master? Wanna run that by me again?"
He just chuckled as he knelt down in front of me.
"You're a submissive Jane. You may not realize it, but you're a natural born submissive. You do as you're told and you never make eye contact. You can be a bit of brat but I have no problem whipping that out of you."
"You mean like BDSM?"
"Bondage does nothing for me, but I do like to be obeyed. I also enjoy doling out punishment, when it's warranted."
"Ok you're losing me."
"I want you to be my slave."
"Like a love slave or a sex slave?"
"Don't be do naive Jane. I mean a Master/slave relationship. I will train you to behave as I expect and I will punish you when you do not."
"Ok you're crazy? Who would actually agree to something like that? Slavery was abolished a long time ago buddy. Did England not get the memo?" He turned away and let out a long aggravated sigh. I was pissing him off, good.
"I have warned you repeatedly about your smart mouth and I think now is a good time to teach you a lesson. On your knees NOW!"
His tone of voice was affecting something deep inside me, I wanted to obey him, I needed to obey him. I was on my knees, with his crotch at eye level, before I could even think to smart mouth him again.
"I am going to teach you what I do to women with smart mouths. Open!" He said as he reached up to cup my chin in his right hand; I dropped my jaw without a second thought. He pressed his pointer finger and thumb into my cheeks to keep my mouth open and lifted his palm to tilt my head back. My eyes followed his hand as he slid his zipper down and reached in and freed himself. He was already semi hard. I knew he was big when he was pile driving me in the elevator but now actually seeing his cock with its large swollen head and protruding veins made my heart rate speed up. Holy shit! Seeing the trace of fear in my eyes at his size he smiled down at me and placed the engorged purple head on my lower lip. I went to reach for his shaft with my hand and he tsked at me.
"I did not give you permission to touch me. Hands behind your back. Stick out your tongue and lick off that bead of precum." My tongue darted out and traced the underside of his cock along the vein, licking off the salty sweet drop that had run down his shaft. He hissed out a breath and gripped my chin harder forcing my mouth wider.
"Wrap your lips around my shaft." He was thick and my mouth was already open wider then I ever thought possible, but I obeyed and he began feeding me his cock inch by deeply veined inch.
I gagged when his bellend hit my throat he pulled head back further and shoved his cock straight down my throat. He began to move rhythmically sliding in and out slowly to get me used to the length and girth of his cock.
"Time to teach that smart mouth a lesson." He said between clenched teeth. He repositioned his hands to the sides of my head and began his assault on my mouth with a hard thrust of his hips. I moaned deeply in the back of throat before he silenced me by making me swallow his cock again. My eyes began watering as he pumped into me, each pump stealing what little breath I had.
"Remove your top and bra." He commanded me as he released my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. I was gasping for air trying desperately to catch my breath. I stared up at him, beautiful powerful man, sweat glistening around his hair line from exertion and his beautiful cock glistening with my saliva. I removed my shirt and bra as quickly as I could desperate to have him inside me again.
"Stick out your tongue." He said as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth in one smooth thrust of his hips and began fucking me again rougher this time. He used my hair as a handle to guide my head, setting the pace. I couldn't breath and he made sure I knew I could only take a breath when he let me. He started a pattern, forcing himself as far down my throat as he could, my nose buried in his pubes, rocking his hips into my face then pulling out so I could take a breath, over and over. I was wet, swollen and achy loving every minute as he fucked my face listening to the wet slide of his cock in and out of my mouth and watching my spit drip on to his balls and my breasts. My teeth were cutting into my lips, my nose felt bruised and I was in heaven. With one final thrust he out a long strangled moan as he buried his cock down my throat and came in long hot spurts. I nearly choked and what I couldn't swallow leaked out of the sides of my mouth and dripped onto my breasts.
He pulled out of my mouth, released my hair and went in to the washroom off of his office, leaving me half naked horny and a mess again.
"Get yourself cleaned up and meet me in the conference room in 5 minutes." He said as he, looking no worse for the wear, grabbed the stack of proposals off of his desk and walk toward the door.
"And don't finish yourself off in the bathroom. I'll know." Were his last words before closing the door behind him. Would he really know if I made myself come? I was painfully aroused and had planned on it once he left, but I hesitated. How would he know? I was tempted to do it anyway, if his punishments were all like that who was I to complain?
I stood up grabbed my shirt and bra and walk into the bathroom. As soon as I looked in the mirror I cringed, I had makeup all over my face again, spit and cum all over my chest, but I was glowing. I folded my shirt and bra and placed them on the marble counter top and looked around for something to clean myself up with. There was a warmer full of towels, so I grabbed one wet it and wiped first my face and then my chest. I didn't have time to reapply my makeup so I salvaged it a best as I could, neatened my hair and reapplied lipstick to my now swollen lips. Angelina Jolie had nothing on me right now. I put my bra and shirt back on and stepped out of a bathroom postcoital for the second time that day. I exited James's office and made the short walk to the conference room. I walked in wearing my confidence like a second skin, head held high and was rewarded with 3 open mouthed stares from our client and his 2 lawyers. I shifted my gaze over to James to find him with a raised eyebrow and his arms crossed over his chest wearing a look that spoke volumes. It said "I own you Ms. Lambert, you are mine." I shot him back a look that said "we'll see about that." He simply smirked and turned to our guests as I took a seat to his left at the long oval oak table.
Our client Noah Buchanan is what financiers would call "new money" his granddaddy had some oil stock that he turned into millions with a chain or hardware stores and Noah, his only heir, inherited it and invested well. Unfortunately, he was also impulsive and careless with his fortune and squandered away about $2 billion in the last year on poor choices. So he wanted to hire us to manage his accounts and make him more money.
