Arin

"Please, can we talk about it, Roger? You look mighty worried for something that hasn't even happened," I said, holding Roger's warm palms.

It's been two whole weeks since we filed a motion to move up Brandon's lawsuit. Since that time, Roger had transferred all his powers as a CEO to me for the Murphy enterprises, contemplating Brandon's next move.

For the first week, we were prepared. He knew Brandon would do anything but when he didn't, I knew he was merely preparing to go big. After all, Brandon Murphy wouldn't take things lying low.

"I can't relax knowing that my own fucking father tried ways to sink me. My own..." falling short on his words, Roger held his head between his hands. His low moaning was evident of the helplessness he was drowning in.

I too felt useless, unable to help him feel better. Pulling him up from the couch, I pushed and shoved him into the garden. After a bit of hesitation, his feet moved, aligned with mine.

"I can't believe I am putting you through all this because of my bloody father." Roger turned to me, holding my hands and running circles with his thumb over my knuckles. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

His words plunged inside my heart. Here I was, trying everything to make him don a smile and there he was, doing the same. We were two peas in a pod, two people who were meant to be. Holding his hand, I walked him in.

Roger chuckled behind. "I thought you wanted me to breathe in the fresh air. So, no more garden walk?" he mocked.

"No. You need something quick and fast and something which drives you this very instant."

The corner of his lips rose when he turned me to face him. "You know there is only one thing that is all that..."

My face felt the warmth of blood rush, knowing what he indicated. "And you think l am not good at reading people?" I asked. "Roger Murphy, you are in for a treat today."

Without any word further, Roger followed me, holding my hand. Only when we entered the bedroom did he tug me onto the nearest wall, leaning close. "What do you want babydoll?"

I bit his earlobe. His eyes rolled inwards, sliding his cold hand inside my shirt. "You, I want all of you, Roger. Just like the times you wanted me on calls."

Something dark flashed in Roger's eyes for a minuscule of a second before it disappeared. He held my hand, walking me to the bed before pushing me on the mattress. Sliding his shirt off, I watched his toned body taunt me. Pools of desire already formed between my legs, ready to make me release. He was a sight to behold and so was his body. Holding my wrists together, he tied a silk tie around it. To check the knot, he pulled it apart. I knew then, this wasn't a child's play anymore. This was about two grown-up who were willing to test their boundaries.

"You have no idea what I would do to you, babydoll," carefully placing his words, Roger mocked me, running a hand over my lower lip. He pulled me up, sliding off the silk robe. With my hands tied up front, he moved back a few steps, tracing his eyes over my naked body. I felt the warmth rise between my legs, crawling up my chest. I tiled, shielding myself from his gaze.

Roger stepped up, turning me to face him. "Do as I say, babydoll. Only as I say. Don't use your mind."

I wasn't sure if my mind would play spoilsport. I looked into his blue eyes, ready to take the plunge. "I don't... I haven't..."

I wanted to scream, not having a literal experience with role plays, I might end up ruining it all. Over the calls it was easy to pretend, nobody was watching me. But with Roger, the stakes were high. What if he realizes, I was a clumsy girl whose best performances were only on calls.

When I looked back at him, his lip widened, displaying his heart-stopping smile. He might have understood my apprehension to gently kiss my forehead. "Trust me. You know how to do it. It would only require a master to get it out of you."

With that, Roger pushed me on the bed. Sliding up, he pulled my tied hands over my head, locking it on a hook in the headrest. From the closet, he fetched another tie, placing it on the bedside table. With his cold palm running over my left thigh, sliding into my black panty, he grabbed it, tugging it off before I could protest. Completely undressed under him, Roger ensured I knew he liked watching me spread.

When he blindfolded me, I felt jolts of electricity run over my body, anticipating his next move. With the loud sound of his belt buckle fall on the wooden floor, I knew what was fast approaching my body. Instead, nothing happened. A whisper near my ear turned me. I could smell his cologne. He was close but not over me.

"Ready, babydoll?"

"Ready, master," I whispered and heard a soft growl from the back of his throat. Knowing well what that word did to him, I waited. Warm air blew between my thigh, making me widen. I was ready to take him when in a jolt motion, he bit my perked mounds. I left a soft moan, not having anticipated his move. How was Roger doing it without being over me? Something soft ran over the crook of my neck. Goosebumps rose all over my skin. I pushed the knot over my hand, wanting desperately to watch what he was doing to me. Instead, I had to wait.

Roger's finger dipped between my legs, taunting me over my aching bud. He bit my lower lip softly. When I rose for more, he wasn't there. "Roger, please..."

I tugged harder on the knot, wanting to see what he was doing to my body. Pleasure spines ran over me when his wet touch ran between my legs. I widened up. He held my legs over his shoulder, tilting me into the mattress. With his stronghold over my waist, Roger devoured me from between my legs. He ran his tongue, over and inside. I danced my pelvic, grinding my wet folds over his face.

"Let go, babydoll," he commanded, widening my legs over his shoulders before tilting me upside down. The blood rush to my head was driving me crazy but the pleasure torrents formed with his tongue work between my legs was driving me to the point of ecstasy. I held the sheets, pulling them off in the wake of my release. My moans filled the room.

Roger placed me on the bed, parting away strands of hair over my face. In a jerk motion, he picked me up, plunging me on his erect member. I whimpered, unable to contain the pleasure. Sliding me out, he plunged me again, clasping my hips in his hold. While I was straddled on him, he controlled me with his hands.

I dipped and moved up, feeling blood and pleasure waves jolt my body to attention. With nothing to see, my senses heightened. Every touch of his, coursed up electricity over my body. Every thrust of his tossed me into the void that filled the universe, where I saw the stars and every tremor my body felt, having him inside me, only make my heart pound onto my chest and my ears drum the pulsation felt between my legs.

"Ride me, woman. Ride me as you have never ridden before."

With my hands tied and me blindfolded, I was restricted in my usual moves. I realized I could bend over, playing with my boobs with my tied hands while grinding over his rock hard erection. When I moved a little, he thrust in me harder, tossing me over his leaning body. I could feel being pressed against his perfect abs.

"Untie me," I ordered.

"You will get untied when you deserve it. You think you deserve it?"

My head turned sidewise. I was angry at myself for accepting his standards. Placing my tied wrist over his chest, I rose and down his member. Roger's soft whispered made me feel ready for more. Leaning over, I dipped and rose faster, moving in and out of the sword that impaled me with every movement of mine. I was ready for more, ready for faster.

Before my legs could give up, Roger's pulled us up. I could feel the cold wall behind my bareback, being tugged onto it. Inside me, he waited. When I growled, he released my hands and dropped my blindfold. Not that I haven't seen him but this was a new experience for me.

"How do you want to..." he asked, thrusting once hard inside me.

I moaned, holding the back of his neck, trailing my nails over his skin. "Take me in front of the mirror. I want you to watch me. I want to watch you enter me."

My words set his feet on fire. He moved us into the closet, placing me on the plush carpet. Holding a leg up in his hand, he turned me towards the mirror, plunging me from behind. I leaned forward, holding the pristine white wooden edges. Our moans filled the room.

"Harder, Roger," I said. He smacked my round bottom. I felt a warm pleasure run over.

"What would you call me?"

"Master," the moment that word was said, he thrust me harder, faster.

I leaned over, watching his member enter me. My body shook, my bosoms' bobbled, ready for him. Fisting my hair, he pulled me back into an arc. With a deeper thrust, Roger was taking full control. My moans merged with his. We both were ready.

"Yes... now," I moaned, scratching the mirror. Pleasure pulsating between my legs. The warmth from him spread inside me. I released along with him, scrambling on the floor afterwards. Roger held me up, walking me to the bed. He was particularly silent till he spooned me. I held his hands closer to my chest, kissing his knuckles.

"Babydoll," he whispered. "No matter what, I will always love you."

His words made me turn to face him. The warmth of his breath and the kindness in his eyes made my eyes brim. Kissing my forehead, he wiped away the misty corners of my eyes. I was ready to capture this moment in my memory forever, never having felt this blissful before.

Both our phone chimed together. We picked it, reading the alert that danced on the display.

Brandon had countersued. For out date move suits, he had refilled cases, digging into Roger's character. Both of us knew this was coming, having anticipated it.

Roger and I smiled at each other, knowing well that Brandon was playing exactly how we wanted. He was playing into our web we concocted for him, thinking it was him being in control.

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