Christmas Pet by Jamie Knight

Chapter Six - Pearl

“You’re an ass.” I snatched my hand from him and buried it beneath the blanket. “Not going to happen. That’s a line I won’t cross.”

“And yet it’s a line you cross every night in bed.”

“That’s different,” I protested. “Stop bringing it up. I guess you didn’t mean it when you apologized.”

“I meant it, but I want to know what you think about,” James said, his voice low and deep. “I want to know what gets you off.”

I tensed every muscle in my body, willing myself not to react. “That’s way too private.” I swallowed hard and shook my head. “You understand what that word means, right?”

He fixed his dark eyes on me. As he held my gaze, he didn’t blink once. “If you want your conversations to remain private, then don’t have them in the conference room.”

I cleared my throat. I was going to turn the tables on him, and I couldn’t believe I was about to say these words to my boss. “What gets you hard?” I held my breath. “What gets you off?” If I’d shocked him, he didn’t show it. If anything, he seemed the opposite of shocked. He seemed elated.

He regarded me for a second. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“I’m sure.” That wasn’t true. I was both terrified and thrilled about what he might share with me. But I didn’t want him to think I was someone he could intimidate or that I was shy and nervous. “Despite what Susan said, I’m not a Pollyanna. But I’m sure my private phone conversation told you that.”

James chuckled. Should I tell him that the sound of his laughter left me wet and my clit throbbing and that being alone with him left me dizzy?

I licked my lips. Feeling brave, and unlike myself, I said, “Tell me.”

He leaned closer, and I didn’t back away.

“Dominating sassy subs makes me hard. I get off to beautiful woman succumbing to my needs and desires.”

The temperature in the trailer reached a thousand degrees.

“Should I go on?”

I gave a curt nod.

“You, for example, if I wanted you to submit to me, I would start by introducing you to my world.”

“How?” I asked, my voice raspy.

“Why tell you when I can show you?”

I sucked in a breath. Thoughts raced through my head. What exactly would he show me?

The crush I had on my boss was alive and kicking. Fantasizing about him was one thing, but having him maybe fulfill those fantasies was another. I wasn’t sure I was brave enough to take what he offered, but my damp panties urged me to accept.

I glanced down at my hands. “What happens here doesn’t go any further. What I mean is—”

He nodded. “What happens in the cabin stays in the cabin.”

I clasped my hands on my lap. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“You can, uh, show me.”

He tipped his fingertips beneath my chin. “I demand complete obedience. I won’t hurt you. I won’t harm you. I will only push you as far as you’re able to go. If you need me to stop, use a safe word. Pick one.”

The corners of my lips lifted. “Blizzard.”

He grinned. “One more thing before we begin. You can address me as sir or master when we’re in play.”

My nose wrinkled while my heart pounded. “Master is too old fashioned. I’ll, uh, call you sir.”

The surrealness of the situation stunned me. Nothing about being in the trailer with James seemed real in the slightest. Had my mother slipped something into her cookies or into the eggnog? Perhaps I was hallucinating, and when I woke up in the morning, I’d be in my bed with nothing more than a splitting headache.

“What do you want me to do?” Nerves shook my voice when I spoke.

“It’s not about what I want you to do. What happens between us isn’t only about how you make me feel or what you do for me. It’s about how we make each other feel. This isn’t just about my pleasure. It’s about both our pleasures.” James came in close until his lips were a hairsbreadth from mine. “The first thing I’m going to do is kiss you.”

“Oh.” The word came out more like a squeak than anything else. Time stood still, and I hadn’t known how desperately I wanted him to kiss me until now. Our eyes locked, and he cupped his palms around my cheeks.

He flicked the tip of his tongue around the seam of my lips, and I closed my eyes to savor his taste and his touch.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, and heat surged through me. Arousal soaked my panties as he took our kiss deeper. A voice in the back of my head screamed stop. That I was making a mistake I would live to regret. But the sensations running through my body drowned out my doubts. He dragged his fingers through my hair, and I shifted my position so my boobs pressed against his chest.

My pussy throbbed, but I was still certain I was dreaming.

He took our kiss deeper, showing me what the rest of the night would entail.

James would be in control of me and in control of my pleasure, and I didn’t mind one bit. My shoulders relaxed as if a pin had been stuck into them. What would it be like to have someone take care of me? To have someone fulfill my wants and desires?

His tongue continued to explore my lips and mouth. My nipples pressed through my bra and sweater, seeking more, more, more.

A small moan slipped from my lips into his mouth, and a second later, he broke away, seeming unaffected while I panted as if I’d just run the entire way from Brooklyn to Pennsylvania.

“What now?” I asked, barely able to recognize myself.

“Now, we begin.”

The voice of doubt was back, and indecision swamped me. If we crossed this line, we could never turn back.

James must have sensed my wavering because he said, “If this is something you don’t want, we can stop now and act like it didn’t happen.”

“And what then? You might be able to pretend that nothing happened, but I can’t. Pandora’s box is open, and neither of us can close it.” I tucked my hair behind my ears. “I want to see this through.” Proud of my bravery, I smiled. “I want to find out if reality is as good as the fantasy.”

“Believe me. Reality will be better than any fantasy you’ve ever had.”

“There’s something I need to know before we start. Are you going to hurt me? Will there be pain? I get that’s not what all BDSM is about… I don’t want…”

His face turned serious. “I will never hurt you. I will never abuse you.” He stood and pulled me up from the sofa. “Tonight isn’t about whips and chains, tying you up, or clamping your nipples or your clit. It’s not even about sex. It’s about you listening to me and doing what I ask. It’s about seeing if you can follow instructions.”

“And if I don’t or can’t.”

He brushed a fingertip down my cheek, and I strained into his touch. “If you don’t, I’ll punish you.”

“What’s the punishment?” My legs wobbled, and my stomach fluttered. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. “Don’t worry about that. Whatever it is, the punishment will fit the crime.”

He stepped away and went to the counter height table, where he pulled out a chair. “Get undressed and bend over the chair.” Mischief filled his eyes. “I want to see if reality is as good as the fantasy.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t sure if reality would be better than fantasy when it came to my sun-starved, carb-loving body.

He drummed his fingertips against the tabletop. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, Pearl, but when I ask you to do something, I expect you to carry out my orders without hesitation. I don’t expect to have to ask twice.”

I nodded, rolled back my shoulders, and held my head high. For crying out loud, I was an adult. Men had seen me naked before but taking my clothes off in front of James was more daunting. But I didn’t want to find out what kind of punishments he had in store for me if I disobeyed him.

Or perhaps I did.

Hauling in a now or never breath, I yanked my Christmas sweater over my head and threw it to the floor. Beneath my sweater, I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt.

James crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me expectantly. “If you’re not naked within the next minute, you’ll regret it.” His face turned thoughtful. “Maybe that’s what you need. Maybe I need to show you what a punishment feels like.”

“No, Mr. Matthews. I mean James. I mean, sir.” I yanked off my t-shirt and undid my bra. My breasts were heavy and swollen, and my nipples stood hard. I couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw or not.

He gestured toward my jeans. “The rest.”

With my eyes lowered, I removed my jeans and my panties until I stood in front of him, totally naked and totally embarrassed from head to toe. I crossed an arm over my breasts in a lame attempt to hide my nakedness.

James reached out and lowered my arm, his knuckles brushing against my nipples as he did. That brief touch alone gave me a headrush.

“Never hide from me, pet. You’re breathtaking, and I can say without any doubt that the reality is a million times better than the fantasy. Since the morning I heard you talk to your friend, I’ve wanted to fuck you over my desk. Thoughts of you have consumed me. I should punish you for that, shouldn’t I? For taking up space in my head.”

I kind of wanted to get the punishment over with just so it wouldn’t be something he could hold over me as a threat.

He tapped a fingertip against his lips. “The punishment can wait. Bend over the chair like I asked. I want to see every part of you.”

I clenched my fists and laid my body across the chair. My feet were on the ground, and my breasts pressed against the cushion. Feeling bold and brave — what did I have to lose — I stuck my ass in the air. Time moved slowly, and for ages, nothing happened.