Master of Pleasure

  Master of Pleasure

  BBW Erotic Romance

  By Adriana Hunter

  Copyright © 2013, Adriana Hunter

  All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Wet Ink Publishing

  Adriana Hunter

  http://www.AdrianaHunter.com

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and places are solely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, including events, areas, locations and situations is entirely coincidental.

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  Falling for the boss had never been part of her job description, but Zara couldn’t seem to help herself. Chase Morgan was simply the hottest male she’d ever seen.

  Unfortunately, he barely knew she existed outside her role of secretary. And when she finally catches his attention, she wonders what she’d need to do to keep it. Soon she finds herself willing, and able, to meet even his wildest demands…

  * * *

  They were at his place, and he was fixing her a drink. She looked round at the living room with interest. The whole art deco thing was really cool; this was no bachelor pad but a real, lived-in kind of home, with lots of room and a calming atmosphere. So why wasn’t she calm?

  “Thank you,” she said when he handed her the cocktail. She took a hasty gulp, and then had to cough, forcing off the nerves. But then he sat right next to her, and her calm nosedived once again. He’d taken off his jacket and was now in his blue dress shirt, unbuttoned at the column of his throat.

  “Nervous?” he asked softly almost in her ear, as one arm was slung behind her over the top of the couch.

  She paused before answering his question. “I’m…not sure. Should I be?”

  “You’re in my lair, Zara. Maybe you’re right to be a little jumpy. You never know what may happen.” His words were slightly teasing, a mere drawl, but the factuality in them caused a thumping to start in her chest. She felt him take her glass from her now stiff fingers, placing it next to his on a nearby coffee table.

  Despite what he’d said, she didn’t feel even the least bit threatened. He was the most dangerously handsome, irresistible man she’d ever met, and she could understand why her body yearned for him. True, Zara had felt passion and desire before. But never like this.

  No man had ever overtaken her senses so much that just with his voice; he brewed a sense of longing deep within her feminine core. This longing swirled between her thighs like a molten pot, slickening her secret places with anticipation. She felt his breath linger sensuously on the back of her neck. One hand lay casually across the back of the couch, the other on his lap, so he wasn’t touching her in any way. Except with his lips, which now trailed the length of her nape.

  This first act of intimacy was electrifying; it made her acutely aware of him even more than before. His maleness, his firm yet appealing persona, made her acknowledge that he was the man, and she the woman. In many ways, she longed for him to show her the essence of this distinction.

  “The things I want to do to you,” he said huskily, teasing the tiny hairs on her skin with his stirring voice, “…And the things I want you to do to me…” She heard him draw in a ragged breath, then he added, “I will have you, Zara. I will make you mine, completely. It’s something I’ve always imagined, and wanted. Needed with a passion that blots out everything else. Even now with you so close, inhaling your delicious scent, has got me rock hard. Do you have any idea what if feels like to want someone so bad?”

  Zara’s senses were reeling from the sensations created by his words, his nearness. “I think I do,” she breathed, or more like gasped, since she was hardly capable of taking in any air. His words shocked and thrilled her. She sat quite still; savoring the feel of his lips pressing on her sensitive skin with those hard, warm kisses.

  Oh, she definitely had an idea of what he meant. She’d felt it from the very first day she’d seen him. Even then she knew he’d have the power to take away her very individuality. Deep down inside, she knew she’d be ready to do whatever he asked. That was why she’d concealed her feelings so much in the past. That was why she’d acted the prim and proper secretary, never even letting herself hope. Because she was afraid of what would happen if she gave in totally to her own desires.

  “Zara. Look at me.”

  His soft words made her blink, and she finally turned to face him for the first time since he’d taken his place so close to her.

  She drew in a breath at the glinting heat in his eyes, jolted by the knowledge of just how close they were seated. She could see the dark flecks in his blue eyes, the tiny pores on his smooth skin, and the defined shape of his lips. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from them as he continued speaking.

  “I’d like to tell myself that you’re as on fire for me as I am for you,” he teased, lifting a hand to stroke through her straight blonde hair. “That if I probe you now, beneath your panties, I will find you soaking wet. And I haven’t even kissed or properly touched you yet.”

  Zara squeezed her thighs together as if worried he might actually start with his “probing”. He seemed to be smiling now, almost like he could read her thoughts. “I will have to find out later. Right now though, I want to discover just how good you are at taking orders. I know in the office you’re quite at ease letting me know I’m the boss. Tonight, however…I want the same obedience but in a very different way.”

  “Chase…”

  “Ssh,” he said softly, placing a finger on her lips, and she pursed up. From her head to her toes, she was tingling, filled with the dreadful desire to please him, and frightened of the prospect of failing him in any way.

  He went on speaking in that light, soft tone. “You will call me Sir.” His eyes held hers compellingly, and she almost forgot to breathe as his words sank into her brain.

  “Zara...I liked it when you first started at your job, and you were always in a flurry around me. It took weeks to make you feel at ease in my presence, to even speak my name. And for tonight, I want you to go back to being that same sweet and shy Miss. Zara Page, who blushed when I so much as spoke to her. I want you to obey my every command, no matter what. And never complain, no matter what. Do you think you can do that?”

  Zara gulped, not even thinking first before replying. “Yes. Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he all but sighed, before leaning back. His hand was still in her hair, stroking at her roots, his touch soothing. But then he withdrew that too, right before telling her quietly to take off her clothes.

  A day earlier…

  Zara thought it was great to see both her bosses in such a good mood. Working as their executive legal secretary for the past six months had made her start to look upon their triumphs as her own.

  “We did it, Chase,” Matt boomed to his partner as all three of them made their way out of the courthouse and into the bright noonday sun.

  “Well, losing was never an option,” Chase replied.

  Zara fought not to roll her eyes. The arrogant, very self-assured Chase Morgan had of course predicted their victory months ago.

  “Exactly,” Matt said in his deep, almost growling tone. “And with a team like ours, success is a foregone conclusion – am I right, Zara?” His relentless smug face had a wide grin
as he wrapped a cheerful arm around her shoulders. “We certainly couldn’t have pulled it off without you.”

  Zara couldn’t hold back a good-natured huff, though she felt flushed with pleasure. Matt added, “I’m serious. Your hard work and dedication in the past few months went a long way to get us to the finish line.”

  “Matt’s right,” Chase replied, his own voice smoother, richer, and more stirring. Zara had to force herself to meet his piercing dark green eyes. “For a legal secretary fresh out of business school, you did a great job.”

  These mildly-spoken words of praise did more to her insides than Zara would like to admit –even to herself. For goodness sake, she wasn’t a dim-witted teen! One would think that after six months, she’d be over her Chase Morgan crush. Pathetically, such was not the case.

  Not that anyone could blame her. In fact, Zara was sure that some, especially women, would even sympathize. Chase Morgan was, after all, sinfully handsome. A little above six feet tall, he had the lithe, solid build of an athlete, which was always snugly fitted in expensive, designer suits. He had raven black hair, a square-cut face and emerald eyes that were fringed by enviously thick, dark lashes.

  He was one of the most successful young lawyers in the city, and he and Matt had been running their own thriving law firm for years. Matt was just as good a lawyer, but perhaps not so lethally attractive. He was more the big, burly type, with floppy brown hair and a charismatic smile. He’d made Zara feel at ease from the first day, and he was a great boss, too.

  She finally smiled at them both, maintaining the same poise which had got her through six hapless months of mooning and fantasizing over Chase. “Thanks for the accolades, kind sirs,” she said lightly, “I sure hope it comes with a raise.”

  The two men laughed, and Matt replied, “Well, you certainly deserve one. We will take care of first thing next week.” And then, he turned to his partner. “In fact, I have an idea. Why don’t we celebrate together? We can’t let this monumental feat go unsung. I propose dinner, tomorrow evening, at Tom Lanke’s.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Chase said with a nod. “I’m free tomorrow.”

  “Zara?” Matt questioned, turning his brown-eyed gaze on her.

  Zara hesitated. Tom Lanke was the most upscale restaurant in town. Michelin-starred, classy, very pricey…Overall, not a place she popped in everyday for a bite. She was already panicking as she wondered if she even had anything suitable to wear. “I…well, okay,” she mumbled at last, clutching her leather fold-all to her chest and seeing the hours of dreadful expectation stretching ahead till the dinner date.

  * * *

  Zara wasn’t sure what to make of their expressions when she arrived at the restaurant that fateful evening. The blend of amazement and admiration she saw, finally assured her that her choice of outfit and general appearance had not been a miss. Whether it was a “hit” still remained to be seen…

  “Hello, Matt, Chase,” she said breezily, a smile on her lips as she looked at them in turns. She clutched tighter on her purse when her eyes held Chase’s and caught the intense look on his face. She could swear that his eyes were blazing over her snugly clothed, generously curved frame.

  It was almost like he was actually seeing her for the first time. Fighting to maintain her trusty poise, she quirked a teasing brow at both men, who stood there staring.

  “Zara, you look ravishing,” Matt exclaimed cheerfully as they all took their seats at last. “We almost didn’t recognize you.”

  “Yes…quite a transformation,” Chase said in agreement. “At last we see what Ms. Page has been hiding beneath those severe suits of hers.”

  As he spoke, she could feel his gaze lingering for a moment on her full, firm bust sheathed in its low-necked bodice. She wondered if her outfit wasn’t, literally, too over the top? Her usually well-bound double D-cup breasts were virtually spilling from their restraints, and the deep hint of cleavage was sure to catch attention from her male dinner companions. There was at least one particular man’s interest she hoped to spark that evening…

  Okay, she’d admitted it. All this was for Chase. Her fancy outfit, her makeup, her hair – she’d spent the whole day sprucing up just to shed her schoolmarm secretary image and show what she felt was her more appealing, feminine side. If this didn’t get Chase to notice her, she figured, then nothing ever will.

  “Well,” she said with a playful smile at them, “Considering how upscale this restaurant is, I felt that wearing jeans or a tracksuit would sort of…lower the ambiance. Besides, you both look far from rough yourselves.”

  The truth, of course, was that she only had eyes for Chase. He was magnetic, as usual, and as impeccably dressed as he always was. Sharp, fashionably snug jacket and a blue dress shirt, the colors adding more vibrancy to his tanned skin and dark, wavy hair. Everything about him looked just right; she just hoped she’d be able to tamp down her awareness of him enough to get some food down her belly.

  In time, they got down to ordering their five-course meal. At first Zara felt somewhat overwhelmed by the variety of choices on the menu, and was glad when Chase made some recommendations regarding the appetizer and main courses. The server was on hand to give note of the restaurants top dishes, and in the end Zara felt sure she’d do okay with her choice of lobster and later, lamb. She felt certain she’d be unable to taste a thing. The wine pairing, the atmosphere, and the perfectly dimmed lighting, was all superb.

  Zara couldn’t help feeling impressed with course after course. Contrary to what she’d privately feared, she did manage several mouthfuls of the delicious food, and the conversation at table was going well, too.

  Now, outside of the office, both of her bosses had eased up somewhat, and they chatted on topics about everything but work. As always, Zara felt that Matt’s presence diffused somewhat the inner tension she always felt around Chase.

  You are very attracted to him, that goes without saying. Every day, you wonder how it would feel to be kissed by those firm yet inviting looking lips of his. And every night, you fantasize having his nice, large hands smoothing tenderly over your naked body, thrilling you, driving you insane…

  It was her inner voice again, telling Zara things she didn’t want to acknowledge. To want him, to feel her heart begin to pound whenever he was near…To get that strange twitching between her thighs when he looked her way - that was bad enough. But to also have him totally unaware of her except as a secretary, made it even worse.

  Was it so very bad of her to wish for something far, far more?

  * * *

  Halfway through the third course, Matt’s cell phone suddenly beeped. He glanced at the new text, and then looked up at his two companions. “It’s Demi. Looks like I have to cut out of the party a little early, guys, sorry. I told her to reach me if there was any emergency.”

  Demi was his fiancée, and Zara had met her several times at the law office. She was petite and very pretty, but beneath her doll-like exterior, Zara knew the woman was a tough-as-nails doctor who handled her patients with an iron hand.

  Chase’s eyebrows rose. “I hope she’s okay?”

  Matt lifted his bulky shoulders in another shrug. “I guess she couldn’t bear the thought of me having so much fun without her,” he joked. “No, seriously, she caught some kind of bug today and she says she’s feeling worse. I have to go check on her at her place – hope you guys don’t mind?”

  “Forget all about us,” Chase told him briskly. “We’ll be fine. Go take care of your girl and give best wishes to Demi.”

  “Mine, too,” Zara said sincerely.

  When Matt was gone, Zara faced Chase somewhat shyly, her spoon fiddling between her fingers as she searched her brain for something to say. Now that they were alone –sort of, she was realizing that light conversation was not going to be so easy. If only he would train those disturbing gaze somewhere else but on her, was her breathless wish.

  “It’s a shame Matt had to leave so unexpectedly, isn’t it? Poor Demi, I
hope she feels better soon,” she said on a rush, now clutching her glass and lifting it to take a quick, bracing sip of the heady wine.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Chase murmured, also taking a drink of his wine and viewing her over the rim with hooded eyes. “I kind of like the idea of finally having you all to myself.”

  Zara tried not to appear surprised, wondering if she wasn’t imagining that dark twinkle in his eye. Oh heavens, was Chase Morgan actually flirting with her? Play it cool, warned her ever-present inner voice, and she joked, “Well, they do say three’s a crowd.”

  “And that would make us a couple, wouldn’t it?” he returned smoothly, his smile downright wolfish.

  It was really happening, Zara thought – he was flirting. Calming the flutter in her chest, she reminded herself what a folly it would be to actually pursue that notion. Hadn’t she warned herself from the first day she’d started the job, that Chase Morgan was way out of her reach? What made the difference now?

  “As much a couple as a boss and his employee can be,” was her wry rejoinder, as if to bring things back into perspective. No point deluding herself.

  “Why do I feel like you’ve put me effectively in my place?” he asked, his expression speculative even as his smile widened. “But then again, I always make it the rule to leave work at the office. So right now, all we have here is a man having a very nice dinner in a romantic setting with a very alluring and beautiful young woman.”

  She placed her hand on her chest dramatically, even as she gasped, “Really Chase, you overwhelm me. And there I was thinking you didn’t even know I existed.”

  “Really,” he murmured, his smile slanted. “How can you say that? I’m the one who hired you, don’t you remember? I mean, sure, you were the brightest and had the best application, but that wasn’t the only reason you made the cut six months ago.”