Page 53 of Serving the CEO

“Thank you.”

I didn’t say anything else, just hung up the phone and waited for the doorbell. I’d sent Jessica a gift earlier today with instructions for her to wear it here tonight, and the anticipation of finally seeing her in it had me opening my door before she rang the bell.

My timing was impeccable. The elevator doors had just opened, framing my gorgeous date before she stepped into the hallway. I watched her come toward me, admiring every inch of her, but waited to speak until she was within arm’s reach.

“Jessica. You look beautiful.”

She flushed and glanced down at the dress, a glittery piece of smoky gray mesh suspended from black metal chains on her shoulders. It dipped low in the front, revealing a luscious hint at the firm breasts that I knew were bare beneath the material because no bra would work with it. The slits on the sides went so high on her hips that only the tiniest thong was possible, and her heels only added to how long her legs looked.

The entire thing was positively indecent.

“I’m not sure if I should have even bothered with the panties,” she said, her voice catching. “Although at least I could get out of the limo without flashing your driver.”

“My driver knows how to keep his eyes to himself.” I smiled and stepped aside. “Come inside.”

She did, and I smoothed a hand over the elegant length of her back, left bare by the dress, pausing at the crystal chains near the base of her spine.

“Would you like a drink?”

She nodded, the slightly frantic look in her eyes betraying her nerves. I took her hand and led her to the couch. As she sat, I poured her a glass of champagne and then went to sit next to her. She took the glass and sipped, eyes darting around warily.

“You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’d think that was normal,” she said softly.

“It is,” I agreed. “Let me see if I can put your mind at ease at least a little. First, nothing happens tonight without your consent. If at any time you want to stop, you use your safe word, and everything stops. No hurt feelings, no repercussions.”

She nodded. “I did a little research after we went to your club?”

I raised an eyebrow, but I wasn’t really surprised. “All right then. Do you know what safe word you want to use?”

“Books.” She hitched a shoulder and offered a wry smile. “I can’t think of anything else that will be easy to recall.”

“Books, it is.” I picked up a strawberry and held it to her lips. “You’ll want more on your stomach than just the alcohol.”

She took a bite and licked the juice off her lips before taking another sip of champagne. My pants tightened as I thought about what those lips would feel like wrapped around my cock.

“What are...” She cleared her throat. “I’d like to know what you’re planning on doing.”

Flags of color rose high on her cheeks as she looked at me. The eye contact caught me off-guard for a moment before I remembered that she didn’t know subs were supposed to keep their gaze down and not look at their masters.

Damn, this was going to be fun teaching her.

“I’m going to restrain you.” Sliding my eyes along her body slowly, then back up, I said, “I’ve had several fantasies about you with your hands bound behind your back. Rope would be my preference, but that takes some getting used to and isn’t ideal for a first-time session. So, I’ll use cuffs with soft insides. And then, I plan on fucking your mouth.”

Her breath hitched and her pupils dilated. I picked up the scotch I’d poured myself earlier and took a sip.

“Do you have a problem with any of that?”

She shook her head and squared her shoulders. “No.”

“Now, Sir or Master. Pick one.”

She looked up at me, a spark in her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“When I’m in control, my partners don’t get to call me anything else,” I said with a wicked smile. “Sir or Master?”

After a moment, she said, “Sir.”

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