The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(22)
He saw Rebecca was full of emotion, and she dabbed a napkin to her eyes. “Oh, Ty, I think that’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard. That’s lovely.”
Tyler took the fork from her hand and placed it on her plate before pulling her onto his lap. Breathing deeply, he savored the comforting smell of the apple blossom shampoo that drifted through her gorgeous locks. “Hey, baby, why so many tears?”
“I get emotional just like any other woman.”
He kissed her cheek. “I know, and I’m getting to know the real Rebecca each day.”
Chapter Eleven
One month later
“I need to take a break, Rob. My eyes are killing me.”
Rob seemed genuinely concerned as he looked across at her. “You’re working too hard, Rebecca. You’ll burn yourself out if you’re not careful.”
Rebecca stood from the computer and smoothed her fingers over her temples, desperate to alleviate the stubborn headache that had been present all day. She glanced at her watch. Goddamn, it was only ten after two. It was almost three hours before she could finally leave and head for home.
Realization suddenly struck her. What the hell was she talking about? She ran her own team. She could go home whenever she wanted. In fact, she might do just that, because her team had done a fantastic job. Operation Fire Wall was two weeks ahead of schedule, and they were now entering the final stages of coding the new piece of military software destined for the US Army. Obviously, such cutting-edge technology would need some aggressive testing in order to gain type approval, but she was supremely confident that she and her talented team had ironed out any potential bugs in the system. Although the validation process could take up to a year, she felt they were finally heading down the home stretch. She’d keep her powder dry for now and triumphantly announce the good news to Tyler bright and early on Monday morning.
Tyler.
Just the sound of his name on her lips made her feel all warm and gooey inside. Rebecca felt an overwhelming pride in her achievements at Cerberus Technology. Her forthcoming announcement would make Tyler extremely happy and further justify his belief in her.
For the last month they’d been almost inseparable and as a result knew each other very well indeed. Oh, the sex, dear God, the sex. Her new Master had introduced a strong element of bondage into their love play, and she’d enjoyed every minute of being controlled by him. In some ways she acted like a love-struck teenager, rather than a mature woman of thirty-three, because every time they passed in the corridors of his impressive company, her * positively ached with the need for him to be inside her.
Tyler certainly cut an imposing figure in his Savile Row suits, which he had especially made, at exorbitant cost, each time he visited London on business. Whenever she saw him, she wanted to reach out and touch him, tell him how much he meant to her and how much she loved him, but they’d both decided that their careers were important, and it would be unprofessional for either of them to be openly affectionate at work.
She wondered how many people at Cerberus Technology knew of their relationship. Trusted friend Rob Ferino and a select few others certainly did, although even they had absolutely no idea what went on behind closed doors. Rebecca prided herself on being a professional, so she came to work each day wearing the appropriate attire necessary for the job at hand. She smiled to herself. Her work persona was conservative in the extreme and reeked of Middle America Bible-thumping piety.
If only they knew.
She smiled again. What if the employees of Cerberus Technology knew the head of the company tied her up and flogged her bare ass until she begged him to stop? What if they knew he used sex toys, nipple clamps, and vibrators on her? What if they knew he kept their demure team leader naked and caged for his own sexual satisfaction? Of course, she enjoyed their sex games as much as Tyler did, and although she was undoubtedly her own woman at work, once outside the restrictions of Cerberus Technology, she was a willing sub. Jesus Christ, just thinking about their lovemaking made her * sopping wet, and she realized her headache had suddenly disappeared. Tyler liked taking their sex play to the very edge of her endurance, only quitting when she trembled so much, her words came out incoherent and garbled. There was always her safe word, and she knew Tyler would stop immediately should she use it. She hadn’t. She hadn’t wanted to. She’d fallen head over heels in love with Tyler Stone, and it was a great feeling.
Rebecca heard the door to the high-security Think Tank unlock before Claire Watson, a respected member of her team, rushed in. Her breathing was fast, and she looked a little flushed. “Rebecca, I’ve just seen Mr. Stone, and he told me you’re to report to his office. Like right now.”
“Right now? I’m busy at the moment.”
“That’s what he said, Rebecca. He looked pissed. Rather you than me.”
Rob joined in the conversation. “It’s the last Friday of the month. The day of the shareholders meeting.”
Claire sunk into a chair. “Well, I’m guessing it didn’t go well, because I’ve never seen Mr. Stone look so angry.”
Rebecca raised her head defiantly. “Well, it’s fortuitous that I have some good news for him. I was going to save it until Monday morning, but with what you’ve told me, Claire, perhaps now would be a better time.” Rebecca walked casually to the door, showing her team she was in no hurry. When she glanced behind, she saw their worried faces. “Cheer up, guys, this is my domain. I can handle Tyler. Everything will be just fine when I tell him we’re ready to go to type approval and validation.”