Joey W. Hill - Knights Of The Board Room 5 - Hostile Takeover by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0100-12-31T14:00:00+00:00

Despite that thrilling threat, he surprised her. She expected him to take her to another completion, at least for him, but instead,

after a few moments, he lifted her again. She was carried down a hallway, and then she was in another room, though she couldn’t

tell what function it served. Until he laid her down on what felt like a padded massage table.

“Lie still. No speaking unless I give you permission.”

Unwrapping her legs and arms, he removed the phallic gag. Then he began to rub her limbs, back, shoulders and hips with firm,

capable hands that knew exactly what they were doing. She had to bite back a moan as he worked over the sore muscles and

strained joints.

“Your color’s good. Wiggle your toes for me. Now your fingers. Any numbness anywhere? Yes or no.”

“No.”

She wasn’t lying, not exactly, because she knew what kind of numbness he meant. He didn’t mean the fact her lips could barely

move because her body was trapped in a logy place where everything moved through molasses, even her thoughts. She felt like she

was in a permanent world of hushed darkness.

When he was done with that, he turned her over, did the front. He cupped her breasts, passed his thumbs over her nipples, an

idle caress as he checked her over. She knew he was looking for any discolorations or dangerous levels of tenderness. She’d learned

that from watching Marcus do sessions with Thomas at their favorite New York club, and later she’d seen Ben do the same with the

three women at Surreal. Only Ben was like a torturer who knew the limits of the human body exactly, straddling that border of

pleasure and terror. A zone far wider for her than she’d realized, until she was under his command.

He slid his arms underneath her. “C’mon, brat.” Was there tenderness in that murmur?

As he took a seat in what felt like a nearby recliner, he cradled her against his body. She turned her face into his neck. She

wanted the mask off, wanted to feel him against her face. He must have known, because he removed the lock and unlaced it, pulled

it off. She kept her eyes closed, fearing any brightness. He used what smelled like aloe wipes to clean her face, the mucus from her

running nose, her tears, the sweat. He combed her hair with his fingers.

She’d bitten her lip, and he smeared something that smelled like coconut lip balm there. He leaned away from her and she heard

the sound of a mini-fridge. Then he was plying her with sips of water. Fed her peanut butter crackers as he had at the office, gave

her some juice. With a near giggle, she wondered if he kept supplies in every room of the house, like a Red Cross station after a

bloodletting.

“Master…” She wanted to say it, wanted to call him that. He kept stroking her head, but said nothing. “Ben…”

“I’m here, baby. Just relax and get your strength back. We’re not done. Not by a long shot.”

“I haven’t…made out a will. Tell Cass that Jess can have my clothes.

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