Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Read Free Book Online Page A

the table.
    He smiled and kissed her cheek, then slowly released the grip of her slender fingers one by one. “You may hug your Master.” Kelly clung to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, making him feel all-powerful.
    He playfully tapped her nose. “You are such a good girl for following my instructions to the letter.” He felt the unmistakable quiver of pleasure, as her pussy tightened around his still-hard shaft once again. Kelly would definitely respond well to even more control and correction. Still buried to the hilt inside her feminine wetness, he pulled her into his arms, and lifted her from the table. Matthew cupped her creamy little buttocks, and smiled into her eyes. “I’m going to prepare you those ham and eggs I promised.”
    Kelly kissed his lips and smoothed her fingers through his hair. “Good, because I’m famished.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Stretched comfortably on the opulent, overstuffed sofa, Kelly basked in the warmth radiating from the large wood-burning fire. The seasoned timber crackled and spat, and she hugged her arms around herself, enjoying the moment. She felt wonderfully relaxed—a feeling she hadn’t been familiar with for many years. After their lovemaking, Matthew had given her one of his denim shirts to wear. It practically swamped her, hanging almost to her knees. There was something comforting about wearing his clothes. It made her feel an emotional connection was developing between them.
    She guessed her peacefulness showed, because a smile played on his lips as he allowed his sensual gaze to caress every inch of her body. A delicious warm feeling settled in the pit of her stomach at the way he devoured her with his eyes. Wearing jeans and nothing else, he seemed as relaxed as her, and lounged decadently in an armchair. His powerful upper body flickered warmly from the glowing firelight. The reflections made pretty patterns on his masculine torso, while his eyes glinted, a beautiful gold color.
    They’d made love twice since coming back to his place. Once on the kitchen table, and once in his bedroom. The second time, he’d tied her hands loosely together with a silk scarf and anchored her wrists to the headboard. As he’d slowly stripped, he’d told her in graphic detail exactly what to expect. His dominant use of language had driven her wild with sexual hunger, and her frustration at not being able to touch him had only added to her arousal. The idea of being ravished and helpless was a fantasy she’d had for years, and to actually act it out made her orgasms all the more powerful. Matthew was a very deep, dark, and sexual man. She knew he had hidden depths. He scared and excited her in equal measure. There was so much she didn’t know about D/s relationships, and so much she didn’t know about him.
    She smiled. “So tell me how you come to be living in this beautiful house, Matthew?” Her gaze swept around the room, and settled on the giant bookcase. Reaching high into the double-height ceiling, it resembled a small library. “You have so many books.”
    He leaned back in the comfy armchair, and steepled his hands together, appearing deep in thought. After a moment or two of contemplation, he pointed an index finger at her. “I know so little about you, Kelly. Perhaps we can do an exchange. I’ll tell you something about me, but in return, you must tell me a little about yourself. Does that sound fair?”
    “Absolutely fair.” Though she felt unsure exactly how much to divulge.
    Matthew stood and strode over to the massive bookcase. He scanned the shelves, drifting his fingers over the numerous spines, before finally pulling out a worn and battered book. He handed it to her, and then returned to his seat. “This guy changed my entire life.”
    “Oh?” Kelly held the book in her hands. The dust jacket was so old, she feared it would fall apart when she opened it. She raised a brow, surprised that he had an interest in ancient history. “The