Jake nodded. He offered the same programs in his own businesses, something his uncle Joe had started. The old man had been right. It paid off in the end with well-trained and loyal employees. Again, Jake had to watch what he said. Sunday, he’d tell Sarah the truth. She was smart and business savvy. She’d understand why he’d kept his identity a secret.
He reached for her hand and kissed her palm. “You never wanted to see what else was out there?”
Sighing, Sarah shook her head. “No. I love my job, loved working for Mr. Joe. He was the father I never had,” she said softly. She pulled her hand free and stared down at her hands.
“What is it, Sarah?”
Sarah didn’t look at him. “This job is important to me, Jake. It’s part of who and what I am.”
Jake sighed. He understood what she was saying and longed to tell her that he’d decided to keep the business and that she wouldn’t lose her job. She was right. She knew the company and the people better than anyone. But he didn’t want to say anything until all the paperwork was done and the business officially his.
“I don’t think you have to worry about your job, Sarah.”
“Easy for you to say, but until I hear that from the owner or the board, I’ll worry.”
Jake slid his arm across her shoulders. “But not tonight. Tonight is for us. Dinner and dancing.”
“And desert,” Sarah added.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. “Lots of desert.” He whispered a suggestion.
Sarah squirmed. “Jake! Is that even possible?”
Sarah lay face down on the bed completely satiated. Acting out Jake’s suggestion in the restaurant left her feeling like a puddle of jelly. She felt the mattress give when he got up. She groaned and pushed herself up.
“Stay,” Jake ordered.
His voice had her eagerly complying. “Not sure I could move if I wanted,” she said.
“Rules, Sarah.”
Smirking, her face buried in her pillow, Sarah complied. “Not sure I could move if I wanted, Sir!” she said. His reminding her of the rules had become part of the game.
A sharp smack to her buttocks made her squirm. “Insubordination needs to be punished Sarah. Do you want me to punish you?”
Sarah’s insides melted even more. His punishments produced the most incredible orgasms.
“Yes, Sir.”
She groaned when the flat of his palm stroked her ass. Expecting and waiting for the slap, Sarah frowned when something soft and light stroked across one cheek, then the other. It trailed up her back, following the line of her spine up then back down, all the way down between her ass cheeks. “Show me your sweet ass, Sarah. I love your ass,” Jake said.
Sarah tucked her knees beneath her, presenting her ass to Jake. She squealed into her pillow when he spanked one cheek. Another round of teasing with what felt like a feather followed. Again, she wiggled her butt and received another stinging slap. Over and over, Jake alternated teasing and tickling her with spanking. Her ass burned and her clit throbbed. She groaned, waiting for him to plunge his cock into her.
“Turn over, Sarah and close your eyes,” Jake ordered.
Sarah did as told.
“Hands over your head.”
She laced her fingers together and waited. And waited. She frowned, tempted to break the rule of silence unless spoken too when something soft stroked across one taut nipple. The feather stroked and teased then moved to her face, tracing each of her features. The tip trailed along her jaw and down her throat.
“Do you like this, Sarah?”
“Yes, Sir. I like what you are doing.” And she did. When the feather stroked her belly, she gasped, the tickling sensation turning quickly to desire.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Sarah obeyed eagerly but nothing happened. Again, he was making her wait. She shifted.
“No moving,” Jake commanded.
The wait seemed to last forever. Anticipation heightened every sense and when the tip of the feather stroked her thigh, traveling up, she bit back her cry. Over and over, he stroked her groin, never touching her pussy. Up one leg, down the other, up her inner thighs then back up her belly.
Air wafted over her pussy, hitting the juices spilling from her. She shuddered against the coldness.