CEO Slut: Business Pleasure

Author's Note:

This chapter takes place at the same time as Business Conference. This chapter focuses on Marcia's and Nick's evolving relationship. This is part of a much longer series, although I try to give a brief background on the main characters in this chapter is below for anyone less familiar with the story arc.

Featured Characters

Nick Donovan - 22 yo new hire in the Procurement department working for Marcia. Both the company CEO, Kim (not featured in this chapter) and his manager, Marcia, are his submissives.

Marcia Caden - 35 yo Procurement Manager in a failing marriage. 5'5", 125 lbs. Shoulder length brown hair, B cup. She recently ended an affair with the VP of Operations but has since begun an extramarital affair with and become a submissive to Nick.

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CEO Slut: Business Pleasure

"You'll be gone the whole week?" Marcia asked her husband in exasperation.

He paused while packing the luggage on the bed. "I thought I told you. Anyway, my sister's in town, too, and you two never get along, so it's probably for the best," he explained.

Marcia couldn't refute that point as she remembered the painful and awkward Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays from years past. "Tempting, but I have to let my hair dry and rewind some Blockbuster video tapes," Marcia deadpanned.

"Remind me what year it is again," her husband asked as he resumed packing. "Anyway, I'm taking the kids, so you've got nothing to worry about. They always love spending time with their cousins, anyway."

"You're going for the whole week, though," she whined.

"Yeah, we leave early tomorrow Sunday morning. And then we'll drive back home next Sunday," he calmly replied.

"I see," Marcia quietly said as she realized she'd have the house to herself for a full week.

"By the way, when did you start wearing that anklet?" he asked.

Marcia instinctively pulled her foot back behind her, trying to hide the jewelry, even though her husband had already pointed it out. She was surprised he even noticed it, although she certainly couldn't tell him it signified her devotion to another man, namely that it represented the submissive affair she was having with her Master, Nick Donovan.

"Oh, I just saw it in a store and liked it, so I bought it," she answered, trying not to belie that it was anything more than a harmless piece of decorative jewelry.

Her husband just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, I hope it didn't cost too much. Anyway, you be a good girl. Don't go wild and inviting other men over while I'm away." He laughed at his own joke.

Marcia awkwardly laughed along. She couldn't help but wonder if only her husband knew how close he was really striking at the truth.

*****

After her husband left to hit the road with the kids, Marcia began tidying up around the house. The kids' toys were picked up and placed back in toy boxes. Papers strewn all over the tables and counters were gathered up and organized. She vacuumed up the floor and dusted off the house.

She was rushing because she had called Nick and invited him to come over in a few hours, figuring her husband and kids would safely be several hundred miles away by then. She was giddy like a schoolgirl at the prospect of spending the week with Nick in the comfort of her own home. Their affair was clandestine, and she had made up a litany of excuses over the previous weeks so that she could steal a few hours here and there to be with him. Even when they were together, though, she was always mindful of the time, always rushing to get back home before her husband became suspicious.

In a happy coincidence, Nick's other slave, Kim, was away for the week at a business conference, so Marcia would have him all to herself. It was her opportunity to prove her devotion to him. She could cook for him and wait on him hand and foot. In an ideal world, she could marry Nick and they could live together as husband and wife, although she knew that could never be the reality.

Although she couldn't leave her husband because of the kids, she couldn't live with her husband's emotional abandonment and the void it left in her life. Although there was a clear hierarchy in their D/s relationship, Nick proved genuinely interested in her concerns and well-being, and he satisfied her both emotionally and physically in all the ways her husband failed to meet her needs.

Since she was unwilling to leave her husband, Marcia was content to share Nick with Kim. Although it irked her that he lived with Kim, Marcia figured she wasn't in any position to complain since she couldn't commit to a fully open and committed relationship, either. Besides, Nick met her needs, and he gave her a sense of contentment and fulfillment in her life that had been lacking for years.

As she worked on cleaning up the house, however, she cursed herself out for calling Nick over so soon. It was a double-edged sword. She wanted to spend as much time as possible with him before her family returned, but, on the other hand, she wanted to make a perfect impression on him. She wanted to welcome Nick into an immaculate home, and she knew there simply wasn't enough time for that.

Marcia sighed, finally deciding that the house was as clean and organized as she was going to get it. Then she rushed upstairs to slip out of the sweatpants and sweatshirt she'd been wearing. She changed into a sexy short black negligee. Underneath she wore black stockings, the tops of which reached just below the hem of her negligee. She didn't bother wearing a bra, and her nipples poked clearly through the negligee's thin fabric.

There was a mirror against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, and she took one last look at herself. She had taken the time to do her make-up and hair, and she was pleased with her own appearance. She hardly ever wore anything but a touch of lipstick, and she marveled at how the make-up smoothed over the imperfections on her face and made her skin glow. The eyeliner made her eyes darker, which made them more striking. Her hair was teased and done up as opposed to the simple ponytail she usually wore just to keep her hair out of her eyes. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and hoped that Nick would be pleased with his slave and lover.

As the time approached, Marcia disabled all the Ring cameras around the house, and then she nervously waited while the butterflies fluttered about inside her. She paced around the house, finding last minute items to tidy up, searching for any distractions to occupy her time as she waited for her young lover to arrive.

*****

Nick left Kim's home for the 15-minute drive to Marcia's house. When he got to her neighborhood, he purposefully drove past her house and parked around the corner, per her instructions. Then he walked on the sidewalk back to her house. It was a typical suburban development with rows and rows of homes with a tree in the front yard and a picket fence around the backyard. As opposed to Kim's neighborhood filled with sprawling estates that were more secluded and exclusive, these houses all sat on about a quarter acre each in an endless sea of middle-class cul-de-sacs and colonials.

He tried not to draw attention to himself as he went up the driveway. As he approached the top, he darted around the side to the back of the house. Marcia was obviously hesitant to have neighbors see a strange man enter her house in the middle of the day, and she had asked him to avoid the front door. Luckily, none of her neighbors were in sight, so hopefully he didn't draw any spying eyes.

As he approached the sliding glass door in the back, he saw Marcia through the clear panel, patiently waiting. He stopped for a second and smiled, realizing that she had taken extra effort to prepare herself for him. Things were working out perfectly, he marveled. Kim had left earlier that day, bound for a conference in LA for the week. But just as he was losing access to one slave for the week, a whole new world of possibilities opened up as Marcia invited him to spend the week in her house.

*****

"Come in, Master," Marcia welcomed him, quickly ushering him in and out of sight of her nosy neighbors. She initially thought she should wait until after dark to have Nick come over, but she knew the waiting was the hardest part, and she asked him to come over much sooner. She reactivated the outdoor security cameras in case her husband wanted to check in on them.

"Stay inside," she instructed Nick. "If you have to leave, let me know, and I'll turn the cameras back off. You'll trip the motion detectors otherwise, and my husband will get a notification on his phone."

Nick nodded his understanding. "This is a nice house," Nick commented as he looked around. It was not the large estate that Kim lived on, but Marcia's house was cozy and warm. It felt lived in and comfortable. Then he turned back to face Marcia. "I see you dressed for my arrival."

She was heartened by his compliment. "Yes, I want this to be a special week for us."

"It will be. It will be," he promised her.

Then he turned away and started to slowly wander around the first floor, just taking in the lay of the land. She followed him as he moved into the family room. The walls were filled with pictures of her family, and he stopped to study them.

"So, this is your husband," he said dryly.

"Yes, Master," Marcia confirmed. She had pledged her submission to him, and she knew what was expected of her, even in her own home. She desperately wanted to please Nick, so she sought to placate him and comply with all his expectations.

"And what would he think if he knew you invited another man to your house to fuck you?" Nick posited.

"I don't even know. It's almost as if I don't exist in his life anymore," she answered.

Nick looked back at her skeptically. "So, you think he'd be fine with it?"

Marcia looked down in shame. "He wouldn't approve," she admitted. "He doesn't suspect anything, though. He even joked last night that I shouldn't invite over any secret lovers while he's away for the week."

Nick grinned. "And yet it's the very first thing you did as soon as he was out of the driveway."

"He has no desires toward me!" Marcia cried out in frustration. "I don't even know that he ever thinks about me anymore, or if I mean anything to him anymore. He takes me for granted. I'm just another thing in his life like the bills, the kids' school, the cars, etc... and then there's me. Just another thing in his life. Another inconvenience."

"So, he's away, dutifully watching the kids, freeing you up so that you can cheat on your marriage?"

Marcia winced, hurt by Nick's frank portrayal of her situation, although she couldn't refute the basic facts. "In fairness, I've been cheating on him for months now. I didn't wait for him to go out of town to begin having affairs."

Nick chuckled. "There's your feisty side. I like it," he remarked as he turned back to face her. He lightly stroked her cheek as he said, "So you called me here. What is it you want?"

Marcia froze, unsure how to answer his seemingly simple question. The truth was she couldn't explain it easily. She tried to pull together her feelings into a coherent response.

"I just want to be with you," she meekly replied.

"But you could've just come over to Kim's house to be with me. She's out of town for the week. Why have me come here instead?" Nick pointed out.

"Do you not like my house?"

"No, I just wonder if there aren't other motivations," Nick countered.

"Such as?"

"It's just curious," Nick explained. "You've always taken extra measures to separate your affairs from your family life. All our other encounters have been secretive and clandestine. Now your family is away, of course, but you invite me into the home you share with your husband to make love to you. To fuck you. This is more personal, isn't it? There's a picture of you and him in almost every room. So anyplace we have sex in this house, there's reminders of your marriage right there staring back at you."

Marcia was stunned to silence as Nick's points hit home, forcing her to reckon with her own motivations. "I suppose, maybe there's a symbolism there," she conceded in a measured tone. "I know my marriage is only on paper right now. It's you I want, Master. It's you I serve."

"So, I'm back to my original question. What is it you want?"

"I already belong to you," Marcia declared. Her body was shaking as she replied, "I want you to know every last side of me. To own every last side of me. That's why I want you to claim me right here in this house. In my marital bed. You know I can't leave my husband. I couldn't do that to my kids. But my marriage is a sham at this point, and I want you to be the man of this house, even if just for this week."

Her voice was shaky, but her eyes were intense with a steely resolve. Nick stepped right up to Marcia's nervous body, and then he lifted a finger to each spaghetti strap holding up her negligee. He looked her directly in the eyes as he slid the straps off her shoulders and let the negligee fall off her body to the floor, leaving her standing in only her stockings and sheer panties. She maintained his direct eye contact, and Nick smirked as he looked down upon his conquest.

"Lead me upstairs then," he ordered.

*****

The whole sequence felt like a dream to Marcia. She had fantasized about this very moment for so long, she almost wanted to pinch herself to make sure it was real. It felt strange just walking through her house practically naked. Even before her marriage had gone south and even before the kids, she couldn't remember ever walking through her house naked. The only times she was ever naked in her house anymore was in the shower. Even back when she and her husband were still romantic, they only made love in the bedroom with the lights turned off.

She held Nick's hand in hers, the cool air rushing over her breasts and hardening her nipples as she ascended the stairs. Upstairs, the air was warmer, and her pussy tingled with excitement. She led him into her bedroom. When she reached the bed, she turned around and sat on the edge of the mattress. She undid Nick's pants and pulled down his jeans and underwear. His cock spilled out into view, and her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard, and then she leaned forward to take him into her mouth. The familiar feel of his cock in her mouth was somehow comforting. She loved how his penis stretched her mouth wide as his flaccid cock quickly hardened in her mouth.

She took in the full length of his cock, deep throating him as she held him in her mouth, her lips pressed up against his balls. Nick's hands ran through her hair with a gentle caress that radiated with a kindness that belied her submissive status in their relationship.

By now, her pussy was wet, and she lowered one hand to finger herself. She let him fall out of her mouth, and then backed up on the bed and slid her panties off, letting them dangle on her foot for a moment before dropping them silently to the soft carpet below. Then she laid down and spread her legs wide for Nick.

"Please," she pleaded, the desperation and urgency implicit in her voice.

Nick smiled slyly. Marcia hoped that he understood what this moment meant to her. She thought back to the first time she made love to Nick in a seedy motel. And then, more recently, when she had affirmed her commitment to him after he revealed himself as her Master. She had cemented her devotion to him the next day by marking her body and wearing his jewelry. All of that culminated in this moment as she surrendered herself to Nick in the house and bed that she shared with her husband.

She looked at him as he stood on his knees on the mattress. His fingers rubbed over the tattoo on her private area, the ink still fresh and affirming her relationship with Nick. She was owned, as it read. His other hand reached to her right ankle and played with her anklet.

"I am yours... completely," she reminded him.

"I know. And I don't take it for granted. I don't take you for granted," he replied as he slowly and deliberately inserted himself into her. His cock spread her lips wide and filled her canal. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he filled her up inch by inch, drawing out the moment, leaving her drowning in anticipation. She moaned out in uncontrollable pleasure, her own arousal already off the charts. Her pussy felt electric, every stroke of his cock, every slight touch of his balls against her shot a dose of stimulation through her veins. He ran his fingers up her leg, and it sent shivers down her spine. Her pulse raced as he gazed intently and ogled her body.

She felt everything she had longed for. Appreciated. Beautiful. Sexy. He looked down upon her with hungry eyes, as if he wanted to devour her, and she wanted to be devoured.

"Don't tease me," she begged him. "Give it to me. I need it."

He smiled slyly as he began fucking her, his thick cock pulling in and out of her. He leaned forward until he was on top of her, and their lips touched in a long, slow smoldering kiss. Marcia savored every moment. Every move was measured and deliberate. Although she was already edging, Nick was content to draw out her pleasure, which only further fueled her arousal.

She ran her hands over his chest. He was strong but wiry. His muscles were lean and taut, and hard solid feel of his body contrasted sharply with her own soft, more delicate skin.

"Oh Nick," she cried as he kissed the side of her neck and nibbled behind her ear.

"I love hearing you moan," he whispered, making her body tingle with excitement.

He had barely even begun making love to her when she climaxed the first time. They had the whole house to themselves, and she screamed out in pleasure, wanting Nick to feel the effect he had on her. She wondered if some of her screams were loud enough for the neighbors to hear, although she didn't really care.

Then Nick pulled himself back up and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. She was facing the headboard, her wedding picture with her husband hanging over the bed as she felt Nick enter her again, this time from behind. She couldn't help feeling a little guilty, as if it wasn't just a picture, and her husband really was watching her adulterous affair. Her own marital frustration bubbled to the surface however, and she resisted her mind's guilt trip. She stared at her husband's picture on the wall as if it really was him, determined to demonstrate that she wasn't ashamed as Nick slapped her ass and pounded her from behind.

A few minutes later she climaxed a second time, her outstretched arms tightly gripping the headboard for support as her face hung down and her teeth clamped down on a pillow because her throat was growing hoarse from screaming.

Nick rolled her back over on her back after her orgasm passed. She looked back at him, his cock still stiff and glistening in her juices. "Jesus, you're still going strong," she realized. He smiled mischievously as he spread her legs again and inserted himself back in her pussy.

"Your husband's a fucking idiot," he commented. "He has no appreciation for what a hot fucking slut he has at home."

"No, he doesn't. You've awaked the vixen in me," Marcia replied breathlessly.

Nick had started out slowly making love to her, but as the sex session progressed, he began fucking her harder and harder. By this point, he laid into her, relentlessly pounding into her pussy, and she responded to the ever-increasing phallic assault with even louder screams and shortened breath.

Marcia's arousal quickly raced to the point of climax yet again. Nick could do no wrong in the moment. Every touch, every movement just added to her sexual stimulation. She was helpless to resist, and her body was enveloped once again in a by now familiar orgasmic release of energy. This climax left her mind on edge, energized and alert, but her muscles spasmed, leaving her also feeling paralyzed and exhausted.