1
Sunday, December 9th
Marissa
“If you don’t want to come again until Colorado next weekend, keep talking.”
Marissa Sullivan smirked and bit the inside of her lip to keep from smarting off at Lance again. There was no doubt the man would make good on his threat to not let her have an orgasm until next Friday if she didn’t stop digging the hole she’d managed to get herself into. And right now, an orgasm was all she wanted.
He’d strapped her to a chair with her legs spread wide after she’d gotten mouthy with him while they were supposed to be getting ready for a party and was driving her crazy with his fingers and a vibrator. Their bedroom had several hidden restraints for when he got the urge to keep her from moving. And he got the urge often.
“Please,” she begged, hoping to sound contrite enough that he would stop teasing her.
“Please what? Turn off the vibrator?” He gave a shrug and flipped the switch. She’d been right there on the edge, damn it.
“Do not fucking make me go to this party horny, damn it.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Then I suggest you act like my submissive instead of a mouthy brat, or that’s exactly what’s going to happen,” he said as he clicked the vibrator on again.
Her pussy was dripping and swollen since she’d been in this position for at least twenty minutes.
“You shouldn’t have collared a switch if you didn’t want mouthy,” she blurted, unable to stop herself. If she hadn’t been bound she would have clapped a hand over her mouth the second the words left her mouth. She’d fucked up and she knew it just from the look on Lance’s face. It wasn’t anger. He was grinning.
“I guess I’ll be fucking your ass or your mouth for the next ten days instead of your cunt,” he said as he pulled the vibrator away.
Knowing she would make a horrible host if she didn’t get the orgasm she was after she took a deep breath and did the thing she hated doing most. Apologize.
“I’m sorry for being a smartass, Sir. Please let me come. I’ll be good all night, I promise.”
Lance raised an eyebrow. “I notice you didn’t say you would be good from now on,” he said as reached for the vibrator and held it close to her pussy without actually touching it.
She did her best not to huff. “I’m just trying to be realistic, Sir.”
He tossed the vibrator aside, and she stuck her lip out in a pout. “I wasn’t trying to be a smartass, just honest, Lance, I swear. Please let me come.”
He flashed her a wicked grin and dropped lower on his knees so he was at eye level with her pussy.
“I know, Kitten. I can hear it in your voice. You ever tell me I shouldn’t have collared you again though and we’re revisiting our discussion about spanking.”
“That was dumb. I admit it. I’m sorry. Please make me come, Sir.” She hated how desperate she sounded, but she was on the verge of exploding.
He dipped his head and lapped at her folds with his tongue, sending her writhing against her restraints.
“Fuck,” she cried out as he dragged his tongue firmly along her clit.
“Come for me kitten. I wouldn’t want to make you late for your own party.”
She thrust her hips as much as the restraints would allow and reveled in the feel of his mouth on her. His hands dug into her thighs as he devoured her cunt. The torrent of pleasure the ripped through her sent a scream gurgling from her throat as she rode its wave.
“That’s better,” he murmured when she shuddered from the final aftershocks of her orgasm.
When he loosened the leather that strapped her down, she stretched out one leg and he gently rubbed the stiffness away before he helped her up.
Together they rinsed off in the shower and raced to get dressed. Company would be arriving in less than half an hour for a cocktail party to celebrate the launch of Marissa’s new tech company under the umbrella of Moss Tech.
It was going to be a mix of people from Lance’s team and the new team Marissa had built along with a number of potential new business partners and investors.
“You sure it’s OK that I’m not wearing a dress?” she asked as she refastened a thin silver chain around her neck. A small green diamond sparkled in the center, and she loved the way it caught the light.
“Kitten, you’re CEO of your own company now. You can wear whatever the fuck you want. Male CEOs do not worry about what they wear.”
“Unless they’re posing for the cover of GQ magazine,” Marissa said with a snort.
Lance rolled his eyes. “Are you ever going to stop teasing me about that? And I didn’t even worry about it then. I just showed up and put on what the stylist handed me. I think this outfit looks great. What is it called? A jumpsuit?”
Marissa nodded. It was a Christmas-y green color with silver lace at the neckline. Since they were staying indoors, she didn’t bother putting on a jacket, but she wondered if that would look out of place since it was freezing cold outside.
“Why am I so nervous?” she asked as she slipped her feet into silver pumps.
“It’s normal. But it’s just drinks and small talk. You’ve got a dozen things to talk about with these people and most of them speak our language so we don’t have to dumb anything down. And Kimberly and Jill are here to help us navigate the people we don’t know as well.”
Marissa wrinkled her nose at the mention of Jill Chester. She didn’t like the way the new executive assistant flirted with Lance. Lance insisted Marissa was just being paranoid, but she knew flirtation when she saw it.
“Come on. Let’s go play house.”
That made Marissa frown even more. She hated it when he said things like that. It made her think he didn’t really want to get married. She glanced at the ring on her finger and tried not to scowl. She knew it was partly her fault they weren’t already married, but this time of year put her in a sour mood. Five years ago they’d been planning a Christmas wedding and then all hell broke loose.
Now that they were back together, Marissa had been hoping for a Christmas wedding this year, but it hadn’t happened. Lance thought they should wait until after her company was launched to have the wedding.
She took a deep breath. Their therapist would encourage her to talk about this sort of thing and not keep it inside.
“Can we talk about the wedding after the party? It bothers me when you joke about playing house with me when I’m not playing at all.”
Lance stopped adjusting his bow tie and turned to face her.
“That was brave of you. I’m sorry, Riss, I meant nothing by it. I love living with you and I’m not playing either. It was just a figure of speech. We can talk about the wedding. I promise.”
Marissa gave him a curt nod of approval and checked her hair in the mirror one more time.
“OK then. Let’s go greet our guests.”
2
Sunday, December 9th
Lance
Lance leaned against a high top table that had been set up along the perimeter of his living room and watched the party-goers. He’d largely tried to stay out of the way because tonight was supposed to celebrate Marissa. He enjoyed watching her move about the room, talking to various tech developers and investors. It was fun to watch the difference in her facial expressions as she transitioned from a conversation with one of them to talking to a coder who worked with her in the office every day.