Chapter 21

 

Thursday morning I was vainly trying to make sense of Liam’s handwritten notes when my phone vibrated silently. I sighed and reached for it. No doubt it was Neil again. I had sent him a curt text on Monday reminding him that I had no interest in him. It had slowed him down a little, but he still called at least once a day and sent daily texts.

I smiled when I saw Russ’ number and hit the answer button.

“Hello, handsome.”

“Hi, Mae. Do you miss me?” Russ asked cheerfully.

“Terribly.” I replied. “How are you?”

“Oh pretty good. How are tango lessons going?”

“Fine.” I answered briefly. Allie had such a busy social life that she wouldn’t notice four weekends going by without me. But I had grown close to Russ and Steve, and had been forced to make up the tango lessons as a reason for not being around on the weekends.

“Fine? That’s it.” Russ snorted into the phone. You’ve spent two full weekends in individual and group lessons and all I get is a fine?”

I laughed. “What can I say – I’m not that coordinated.”

“You should pop by Sunday and show us some of your moves.”

“Not a chance, Russ.” I replied. “I can’t dance worth shit, even with lessons. I’m starting to think the instructor believes I’m completely useless.”

Thank God he couldn’t see my face. Russ would know I was lying in a heartbeat.

“Well, still come by on Sunday. We miss you. You’ve been busy at work during the week and your weekends are filled with dancing now.”

“Um, I’m visiting my parents this Sunday.” I fibbed nervously.

“What about Monday night then?”

I smiled. “Monday night would be perfect. I’ll bring the wine.”

“Good. See you around six.”

I said goodbye and hung up the phone before studying the paper in front of me. After a few minutes, I gave up on deciphering Liam’s handwriting and decided to just ask him. My office door was closed and I frowned for a moment. I hadn’t shut it. Liam must have closed it while I was talking to Russ. I would have to apologize both for being loud and for taking a personal call during company time.

I opened the door and stepped into Liam’s office. “Liam, do you have a minute to go over this document with me? I can’t read your...”

I trailed to a stop as a familiar voice said, “Mae!”

I made myself smile. “Oh, hi Eileen.”

I darted a glance at Liam. His face flickered with dismay before he arranged it into a careful mask.

Eileen blinked a couple of times, looking uncertainly from Liam back to me before clearing her throat. “So, uh, you’re Liam’s PA?”

“I am.” I replied. “I’m sorry to interrupt. Liam, when you have a moment could you come see me regarding this document?”

“I will.” He gave me a brief nod and I smiled awkwardly at Eileen.

“It was nice to see you again, Eileen.”

“You as well.” Eileen had gotten over her initial shock and she was grinning at Liam and me. I escaped back to my small office, shutting the door firmly behind me before leaning heavily against it. I groaned to myself. I had worked for Liam Knight for months and didn’t remember ever seeing Eileen at the office. Four days after she catches me making out with her brother, she finds out I work for him. Christ almighty, I had the worst goddamn luck.

Fifteen minutes later, Liam opened my office door and stepped into the small space. I glanced up from my desk.

“I am so sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s my fault. Eileen dropped by without telling me. You were on the phone so I just shut your door and hoped your conversation would last awhile. I should have sent you an instant message telling you to stay in your office.”

“Did you talk to her? Did you um, tell her that she can’t say anything?”

“I did. She’ll keep it quiet. I also used it as an excuse for why we couldn’t come by her house this weekend.”

I swallowed down the stupid and completely pointless disappointment welling up in my throat. It was better for us, better for me, not to go.

“Do you have lunch plans, Mae?” He asked suddenly.

I blinked at the quick change in subject. “Um, it’s probably not a good idea for us to have lunch together.”

“Actually, it’s work related. I wanted to go over the correspondence for the Duncalfe case with you, and I’m not going to have time this afternoon.” He said quietly.

“Oh, right. I’m sorry.” I blushed.

He shrugged. “It’s fine. Besides, you’re right. It probably isn’t a good idea for us to go for lunch together.”

“Probably not.” I muttered.

“But, we can order something and sit in the office with the door open while we work.” He smiled at me and I gave him a shaky smile in return.

“I’d like that.” I said quietly.

“I would too. Do you like sushi?”

“Yes. And I know the perfect place to order in.”

He grinned. “Great, you get the sushi and I’ll get the files.”

* * *

 

“I’ll need this entire section photocopied and this binder here as well.” Liam pointed with his chopsticks at the large black binder sitting beside me and I nodded as I popped another piece of sushi in my mouth.

I studied my notepad in front of me. “Do you need the documents from the tenth highlighted?”

He nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Sure. What’s the time frame on – “

My cell phone buzzed and I glanced at it quickly before giving Liam an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

He frowned. “It’s your lunch. Go ahead and answer it if you’d like.”

I glanced at the number and rolled my eyes. “It’s no one I want to talk to.”

He gave me a questioning look and I shrugged. “Neil’s been calling and sending me text messages ever since I ran into him at the charity event.”

“He’s called me a couple of times.”

I paused with my chopsticks in mid-air. “You’re kidding me?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Why the hell is he calling you?”

He laughed at my indignant tone. “If I had to guess, he’s desperate for business. He’s left voicemails mentioning his availability to meet with me, and that he believes we’d make excellent business partners.”

“Christ.” I sighed loudly. “I’m sorry, Liam.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said dismissively. “It’s not your fault.”

He poked at the sushi in front of him with his chopsticks. “So, are you thinking of getting together with him?” He asked casually.

“God, no!” I said emphatically. “The guy’s a sleazeball and I’m better off without him.”

He grinned at me and I smiled back.

Ida stuck her head into the office. “Liam, are we still meeting at – “

She paused. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

Liam shook his head. “No, just a work lunch.”

I smiled at Ida and stood up, gathering the empty take-out containers as Ida stared silently at us. “I’ll get started on the photocopying this afternoon Mr. Knight, and have the other information to you by end of day tomorrow.”

“That’s fine. Thanks, Ms. Temple.”

As I tossed the containers into the trash, Ida leaned against the doorframe. “Are you coming with us for Friday night drinks this week, Mae?”

I shook my head. “I’ve got other plans.”

Ida grinned at me. “I heard you’ve been taking tango lessons. How are they going?”

I winked at her. “I’m not sure I’m meant to be a dancer.”

She laughed. “We can’t all be twinkle toes. Talk to you later, Mae.”

“Bye, Ida.” I called as I carried the binder and folders back to my office.

* * *

 

“Tell me what you want, Liam.” I said firmly.

“I want to lick your pussy, mistress.”

I walked around him, smiling my approval at the way he lowered his gaze when I stood in front of him.

It was Sunday afternoon and Liam was kneeling in the middle of the living room. He was naked, and the leather collar and cuffs were around this neck and wrists. His hands were chained behind his back, and he inhaled sharply when I reached out and ran my fingers through his dark hair.

“Look at me, Liam.”

He stared up at me, his eyes glittering hotly, and I smiled at him. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yes, very much.” He replied immediately.

I glanced down at myself. I was wearing a tight, black leather corset with black panties and fishnet stockings attached to a garter. I had pulled my hair into a high ponytail and I was wearing elbow-length leather gloves. Four-inch heels completed the outfit. It was Mistress Chelsea I had been picturing when I picked out the outfit, and I wondered if Liam had noticed the similarities.

He would have, I decided. I smoothed my hand over my nylon-clad thigh, smiling a little at the way his eyes followed the motion of my hand. The sun was shining on his dark hair and I crossed to the large picture windows. I flicked the switch that lowered the blinds and they covered the windows with a soft hum.

I winked at him. “I know we’re out in the middle of nowhere but just in case a family member decides to drop by.”

He grinned. “Probably a good idea.”

I walked to the couch and opened the small canvas bag sitting on it. I pulled out the black silk blindfold and the leather crop. The handle of the crop had black feathers on it and as I walked back to Liam and stood in front of him, I could see the apprehension in his eyes.

“I’d never hurt you, Liam.” I said softly.

“I know.”

“I know your hard and soft limits and I won’t break them.” I ran my leather-covered hand across his cheek.

“I trust you, mistress.” He replied.

“Tell me your safe word again.”

“Red.”

I bent and kissed him lightly on the mouth before standing behind him. “Close your eyes.”

He closed his eyes obediently and I draped the scarf over his eyes before tying it firmly behind his head.

“Stand up.” I helped steady him as he climbed to his feet. I stood in front of him and stared at his cock. It was hard and thick, and my pussy ached and throbbed in response.

I used the leather end of the crop to trace the muscles in his abdomen. He jerked, his breath hissing out between his teeth, and I smiled a little.

“Relax.” I soothed, rubbing my hand over his chest.

I moved behind him and stared hungrily at his ass. I ran the leather crop over it and he twitched again, his head turning helplessly.

“Your ass is amazing, Liam. Did you know that?” I asked.

He didn’t reply and I slapped him lightly on the ass with my hand. “Answer me.”

“No, mistress. I didn’t know that.” He gasped.

I smiled again and leaned against his back, rubbing my leather-clad breasts against his back as I slipped one arm around his waist and traced his abdomen with my fingers.

“It is. It’s delectable, in fact. I want to kiss it, bite it,” I paused and squeezed his right cheek, “spank it.”

He gasped. “Mistress, I –

I spanked him sharply on the ass and he jerked wildly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Liam.”

“I’m sorry, mistress.”

I studied his ass, staring at the red mark my hand had left, and felt a panty-melting throb of lust go through me.

“Do you like it when I spank you, Liam?”

He didn’t reply and I spanked him again. “Answer me.”

“Yes, mistress.” He moaned.

I grinned to myself before placing a soft kiss on his bare back. “I like it too.”

I stripped off my gloves and ran my bare hand across his ass. He moaned loudly and I squeezed and kneaded his ass for a few minutes. I dropped my hand and frowned when he immediately tensed.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like, Liam.” I rubbed his back. “Tell me your safe word.”

“Red.” He relaxed as I rubbed and massaged his broad back.

“What is it that you want?” I traced his lower back with my fingers.

“To please you, mistress.” He replied.

“Good.” I used the feathered end of the crop to trace tiny circles across his ass. My eyes widened with delight at his reaction, and I had to admit to myself that the sales clerk had been right. I had looked at the feather tuft at the end of the crop and thought it to be a bit cliché, but the woman had assured me it would be very useful.

“Spread your legs, Liam.” I commanded.

He shifted his feet apart and I ran the feather along the inside of his right thigh. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward and I flipped the crop and traced the inside of his left thigh with the leather. He stiffened and his hands clenched into tight fists. He yanked at the chain that clipped them together.

“Shh…” I whispered. I had no intention of using the leather end of the crop on him, but I couldn’t deny I was enjoying his reaction to it. I flipped the crop again and traced the feather along both of his thighs and then across the heavy sac of his balls.

He cried out and I ran the feather along his ass before slapping his ass so hard my hand stung. He muttered a curse, his body arching away from my hand, and I grabbed his hip and squeezed firmly.

“Did that hurt, Liam?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I traced the feather across his lower back before licking up his spine with my tongue.

He moaned and shuddered and I kissed his shoulder blade. I made my voice slow and deliberate as I rested my hand against his ass. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” He whispered.

I slapped his left cheek. “No, what?”

“No, mistress. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good boy.” I soothed his ass with light strokes of my hand. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“I want to lick your pussy, mistress. I want to make you come. Please.” He panted.

“Not yet.” I replied and spanked him again.

He cursed loudly and I knelt and began to kiss and nibble his ass. He moaned as I pressed light kisses against the back of his thighs while I ran my hands up and down his calves. I stood and moved around to his front before bending and sucking one flat nipple into my mouth. He cried out again, his pelvis thrusting against me and his cock pressing against the leather of my corset.

“I like having you blindfolded.” I said softly. “I like that you don’t know where I’m going to touch you next or what I’m going to do to you. Do you like it?”

He hesitated and I ran my hands over his chest. “Be honest with me, Liam.”

“No.” He said finally. “I want to see your face.”

I grinned. “Just my face?”

“No, I want to see your tits as well.”

I laughed softly and stepped back as I began to unhook the corset. I dropped it to the ground, breathing a sigh of relief at the release of its tight constraints, and pulled and tugged on my nipples until they were rock hard. I stepped forward and brushed them against his skin.

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered. “Please, mistress.”

“Please what?” I reached around him, cupped his ass, and rubbed myself against his body. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach as he groaned and rocked against me.

“Please let me see your breasts, mistress.”

“Not yet.” I reached up and curled my fingers around his collar. I turned and tugged lightly on it. “Follow me, please.”

He took a few faltering steps and I made a soft noise of encouragement as I led him towards the couch. I turned him and then pushed lightly on his chest. “You’re in front of the couch. Sit down.”

He sat down and I pushed his thighs open wide before kneeling between them. I used the feather to lightly trace his thighs before running it down the shaft of his cock. He groaned and thrust upwards and I trailed the feather over his stomach.

He jerked and tried to move away. “Tickles.” He grunted.

I grinned and repeated the movement until he was twisting helplessly on the couch. His biceps strained as he pulled at the chain, and I traced them with the feather before running it over his entire upper body. When he was panting harshly and groaning uncontrollably, I finally stopped the torturous path of the feather.

He leaned back against the couch, his entire body shaking and twitching. I rubbed his thighs with my hands and waited patiently for him to relax. When his breathing had slowed and he wasn’t quite so tense, I leaned over him and abruptly took his cock into my mouth.

He shouted my name and arched his body upwards. I sucked hard on his cock, letting him pump his hips into my mouth for a few minutes before I released him.

“Please, oh please, mistress. Let me see you.” He rasped.

I straddled his body and guided my breast to his mouth. When he felt my nipple rubbing against his mouth, he opened it eagerly and sucked hard on the throbbing tip. I moaned and cupped his head, holding him against me as he sucked and licked.

Quickly, I untied the blindfold and dropped it on the floor. He blinked and I watched his pupils dilate as he stared up at me, his mouth still wrapped firmly around my nipple.

“Suck, Liam.” I whispered.

He sucked hard for a few minutes, until I was rubbing my panty-covered crotch across his naked cock and moaning loudly. He switched to my left breast, rubbing my nipple against the roof of his mouth before he nipped it lightly with his teeth.

I moaned his name and ran my fingers up and down his arms. “What do you want, Liam?”

“I want to taste your pussy, mistress. Please let me.” He gazed up at me.

I nodded and slid off his lap. I shimmied out of my panties and garter belt, leaving the stockings and shoes on before sitting on the couch. He slid clumsily to the floor and knelt between my thighs. He stared at my wet sex, and I widened my legs until he could see my swollen clit.

“Liam.” I prompted when he continued to stare at it.

“If you uncuff me, I can use my fingers as well. You’d like that mistress. I know you would.” He gave me a hopeful look.

I smiled at him and stroked my fingers through his hair before tightening my grip and yanking hard. He grunted with pain as I stared sternly at him. “I’ll uncuff you when I’m ready. Now stop talking and put your tongue in my pussy before I spank you again.”

He bent his head and buried his face into my wetness. He flicked his tongue against my wet clit, and I moaned loudly and pushed hard on the back of his head. His tongue, wet and deliciously stiff, probed at my tight opening and I arched my hips when he slid it inside. He tongued me hard and fast before moving his lips to my clit. He sucked hard on the swollen pink button, his tongue sweeping over it with short, firm strokes, and I squeezed my thighs around his head and came hard against his mouth.

I collapsed against the couch, panting harshly as Liam leaned forward and nuzzled my breasts. “I love the way you taste, mistress.” He whispered.

I smiled at him. “Do you want to fuck your mistress?”

He nodded, his grey eyes dark with need, as I leaned over him and kissed him on the mouth. I could taste myself on his lips and it sent another swell of desire through me. I reached down and pumped his cock with my hand. He moaned, his head falling back, and I kissed his throat. His stubble was rough against my lips and I licked at it, liking the way it rasped across my tongue.

“You’ve been such a good boy I’m going to reward you.” I whispered into his ear as I threaded my hands through his hair and tugged lightly. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, mistress.” He dipped his head and kissed my breast lightly.

I pulled his head up until he was staring at me. “I’m going to let you fuck me however you want. Any position you’d like.”

His nostrils flared and he kissed me hard on the mouth. “On your hands and knees.” He muttered against my lips.

I shivered with pleasure and need. Secretly, I loved being fucked doggy-style. I rarely indulged in it as I had always been drawn to submissive men. I didn’t know if it was just the men I’d been with or submissive men in general, but they rarely wanted that position. Their preference was to have me on top. Despite being submissive, Liam was different and I knew instinctively that he liked the thought of me on my hands and knees as much as I did.

I reached behind him and unclipped the chain that bound his hands together. He immediately cupped my breasts, pulling hard on the nipples and pinching them. I moaned and shoved at his chest. “Let me up.”

He moved back and I slipped off the couch and on to my hands and knees. I spread my legs and stared at him over my shoulder. “I’m waiting, Liam.”

He growled softly and moved between my thighs. His hands caressed my large ass, kneading and squeezing as I arched my back and thrust it at him. “Liam.” I moaned.

He guided his cock to my wet slit and pushed, encasing his entire length within me in one smooth stroke. I cried out, my muscles clenching tightly around him in response, and he took a deep moaning breath.

“Wider.” He whispered and pulled at my legs. I shifted them apart, letting him push my upper body to the hard floor as his cock surged even further into me. I cried out again, pushing my ass back against his hard stomach as his hands clamped around my hips. He held me firmly and thrust back and forth as I moaned and writhed beneath him.

“Oh God, Liam!” I groaned as his fingers grasped my pony tail. He pulled lightly and I lifted my body, arching my back as he pressed against my lower back with his other hand.

“God, Mae. You’re so fucking hot.” He muttered. His hands slipped around to cup my breasts, his fingers pulling on my hard and throbbing nipples, and I thrust furiously against him in response.

“I’m so close.” I moaned as he plunged in and out of my wet and willing body. His fingers tightened on my nipples, pinching them hard, and the combination of pleasure and pain pushed me over the edge. I came violently, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock and holding him tightly in my body when he tried to withdraw.

“Mae, wait! Stop, I can’t – “

He shouted hoarsely, his pelvis slapping up against my ass, as he climaxed deep inside of me. He thrust back and forth roughly until we both collapsed on the floor. He rolled off of me, pulling me on to my side and spooning me. He kissed the back of my neck.

“Christ, Mae. That was fucking amazing.” He muttered.

“I’m glad you liked it.” I whispered as he reached for the crop lying on the floor next to the couch. He ran the feather end down over my side, grinning when I shivered.

“I’d like to try using this on you.” He winked at me. “What do you think?”

I nodded immediately. “Yes, but maybe we could take round two to the bedroom? The hardwood looks great, but it’s murder on the knees.”

He laughed loudly and rose gracefully to his feet before tugging me to mine. “Your wish is my command, mistress.”

* * *

 

I stood next to the car as Liam put my suitcase in the trunk. He closed the trunk with a bang and stood beside me before putting his arms around my waist and drawing me close.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him.

“You’re welcome.” He leaned down and kissed me lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the office?”

“Yes.” I reached down and patted his ass gently. “I didn’t hurt you today, did I?”

He shook his head. “No, I told you – I liked it.”

“I liked it too.” I smiled at him.

He dipped his head and kissed me more thoroughly, sliding his tongue into my mouth as I clung tightly to his waist.

“Thank you, Mae. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Liam.” I extracted myself from his gentle grip and climbed into the car. As I drove away, I looked in the rear view mirror but Liam had already gone back into the house. I sighed sadly. I had only one weekend left with him and I was already depressed. After this weekend, things would go back to the way they were, and I’d never again feel his arms around me or hear his voice rasping my name.

I could feel hot tears threatening and I blinked them back rapidly. I was in love with Liam but he wasn’t in love with me. I was fulfilling a need for him and after this final weekend, I would go back to spending weekends at my shit-ass apartment and trying not to think about my goddamn boss.

For a moment I was filled with bitter regret but I shook it off. What’s done was done. I was an adult and I had made the decision to sign the contract. I wasn’t taking the money but I also wouldn’t beg Liam for a real relationship. If that was what he wanted, he would have said something by now.

I sighed again and focused my gaze on the road ahead of me. A car, badly rusted and parked on the side of the road like a dead animal, was just up ahead. I slowed down but the car was empty and I drove on.