Kitten (Jason McCann) (MATURE)
I’d seen him before - his face was plastered across every high class magazine cover in every store, all with prominent headlines that all included the words ‘millionaire’ and ‘successful’.
Tapping my fingers against the bag in my lap, I felt my heart racing at the thought of being face to face with the man who’s known to make any woman swoon with one glance.
I’d heard many things about this man. Things that travelled around the city like an infectious disease, everyone wanted to be in on the gossip and once they were, they couldn’t get enough.
And these things weren’t necessarily rumours that made him look like a bad man, they were rumours that intrigued the mind and sexual aspect of every woman who happened to hear of them. Including mine.
Of course, women wanted him because he was successful, and with so much potential with his wealth and good looks. But such a dark and twisted rumour pinned against such an attractive man was what every woman was waiting for.
The second I heard the company I work for was planning ties with the Jason McCann’s company, I jumped - literally - to the chance of being the one to go to the arranged meeting and talk it through with him. So here I was; sat outside of the room and waiting to be called in.
I wondered whether this man who everyone made so many assumptions about, was actually as they say; was he possessive? Was he sex driven? Was he a man that wanted everything, and actually got everything?
“Miss [Y/L/N], Mr McCann will see you now.” The woman sent a tight smile in my direction before she guided me over to the door. I made sure to take a deep breath while it opened. I smiled at the woman before walking inside.
He sat at his desk, but his dark eyes shifted up to meet my face as I stood before his desk. I hadn’t noticed the woman who had previously let me in was stood not far behind me.
“Can I get you anything, Sir?” She asked, letting her hands smooth out her blazer before they rested behind her back. I turned back around to face forward.
“Would you like anything to drink, Miss [Y/L/N]?” He asked and I’m sure my heart fell further down to my stomach at the sensation of him having his eyes on me.
“Uh, I’m okay but thank you.” I said politely, feeling my right palm becoming clammy as I gripped the strap of my bag.
“We’re alright, thank you.” He sent a smile that I decided was fake due to the way it seemed to hesitate to stay on his lips. The woman nodded slowly and closed the door behind her.
“It’s an honour to meet you, Mr McCann.” I smiled, reaching my hand out in hopes to meet his own. He simply stared at it with the ghost of a smirk at the corner of his lips.
“Likewise, Miss [Y/L/N], but I don’t remember asking you to speak.” He said before finally leaning over and shaking my petite hand in his large one. I noticed the veins running through his skin and saw they carried on underneath the material of his shirt and blazer.
“O-oh, uh, my apologies, Mr McCann.” I said rather confused, but due to the situation of being close to making partnership with his company, I decided against calling out his rudeness.
He smiled and nodded. “So, what could your company offer me?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.
“W-Well, we were thinking it’d be equal partnership, meaning both companies get equal share of profits and such-”
“That won’t work.” He said, interrupting me. I wasn’t even sure he’d taken in what I’d said.
“You haven’t even let me finish.” I complained, glaring at him while the smirk returned.
“Trust me, Miss [Y/L/N], if this was a different situation, I’d definitely let you finish.” His eyes burned into my body, not just my face.
“Oh, yeah? And what would that situation be, Mr McCann? Because I’m not necessarily taking a liking to this one.” I said, watching as he watched me, as though trying to figure something out.
“I could have you on the brink of an orgasm in fifteen minutes if I wanted.” He said, and he didn’t move a muscle as he spoke those words. Me, on the other hand, I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. “Although, I did tell a lie previously. It’s not definite that you get to cum when you’re with me. You have to prove you’re worthy first.” He rasped, his fingers tapped on the arm of the chair and I felt my eyes lingered too long on them when I knew he’d noticed my gaze.
“Mr McCann, I think you and I both know we’ve strayed from the matter behind this meeting.” I chuckled nervously. “Should we get back to the partnership?”
“I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind.” He said quietly.
My heart rate sped up drastically when I watched him stand up from behind his desk and walk around the side, letting his fingers drag across it, and come to lean against it so that he was directly above me.
“Okay.” I gulped, feeling my body becoming hot with nervousness. I struggled to look up at him.
“How old are you, Miss [Y/L/N]?” He watched me as I frowned.
“That’s hardly a relevant question, Mr McCann.” I muttered with lack of confidence but sent him a glare that made my annoyance very much aware to him.
“Answer the question or leave, sweetheart.” He folded his arms over his chest, looking smug.
“Fine. Goodbye, Mr McCann.” I gathered my things and stood up from my chair, making sure to keep well away from him as we came face to face.
“Yes. Run back to your awaiting boss and let him know you didn’t manage to make ties with my company. I’m sure he’ll fire your ass before you can even say you’re sorry.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and I sighed. I mentally fought with myself then, telling myself that he was purposely trying to get in my head. Nevertheless, I turned on my heels and I watched as a pleased expression made its way onto his face.
“Fine.” I said, sitting back down. “I’m twenty two years old.”
He hummed in response. “And what made you want to work in this business?” He asked, still watching me with such a mesmerising gaze, a gaze I couldn’t understand the meaning behind. “How does such a young girl already get to this stage?”
“You mean how did such an amateur get to be blessed with the presence of you; the Jason McCann?” Rolling my eyes at him, I didn’t catch what was probably an irritated expression on his sharp face.
I could feel my own embarrassment as I remembered thinking that exact thought as I sat outside of his office.
He pushed himself off of the table and leaned forward so that his hands rested on each arms of the chair; I was trapped between them. The sleeves of his blazer pushed up as he reached his arms out, giving me an insight on the tattoos that snaked up his skin.
“I don’t like being disrespected, Miss [Y/L/N]. I don’t think you realise how easy it would be for me to call your boss and get you fired. After the way you’ve talked to me, I don’t see why I shouldn’t.” His eyes burned challengingly into my own and I witnessed light specks of green moving around the light brown that hugged his pupils.
“You wouldn’t.” I muttered lowly and all he did was grin. That was, until his lips parted and I saw the bottom and top of his two sets of white teeth.
“Oh no, I would.” He said. “But I think you’re a beautiful woman with a lot of potential. I think if you just listened and obeyed orders, you’d do just right.” His voice was almost a whisper now and I had to stop myself from looking down at his lips as his tongue grazed them.
“Just right for what?” I asked accusingly but with a hint of curiosity lurking behind.
“To be with me, Miss [Y/L/N]. I’m sure you can already understand that I like my woman to be submissive to me, to give every inch of her being so that I can please, but when necessary, punish her.”
His words caused a flush to brush over my body and a shiver to creep down my spine. But I couldn’t hold back a laugh, to which he frowned.
“And why on Earth would I want to be with you? Please enlighten me because I’ve never heard such crap before in my life.”
“You seem to be very forgetful because that attitude is going to get you nowhere but on the streets and jobless.” He spat with anger behind his words for the first time since I’d been in his presence.
For only a short period of time did his face show signs of anger; his eyebrows creased, causing dents to appear around his eyes and his whole appearance to seem older. But almost as soon as it proved its presence it was gone, and his face relaxed once more.
“I’d like to see more of you, Miss [Y/L/N].” He said kindly but his eyes told me a different meaning when they flicked down to my shirt. “What do you say?” He asked.
I didn’t notice, but he must have gotten closer because his breath was evident against my cheek. He watched me expectantly.
“How about a little preview? Free of charge.” He smirked, moving impossibly closer so that I moved my head further back before surrendering to the fact he was going to touch me. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I didn’t speak a word; I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to, and I felt myself wanting to reach out and take his fingers around my own.
His lips felt just as they looked; soft, warm and inviting. They fell heavily onto my cheek and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I felt the pressure of something rough against my skin and knew instantly it was his tongue.
They only shifted their movements closer to my lips and I felt my heart rate picking up with anticipation. First, his lips touched the corner of my mouth, then half of it before covering it completely like a warm blanket. He hummed against me.
“Stand up.” He said, and without thought I snaked my left arm around his neck and pulled myself up. His large hands rested on my hips as he pulled them into his own. His lips retraced their previous path across my cheek but this time, they made their way down my neck. “You’re going to regret the way you spoke to me now that you’ve agreed to this.” He muttered and I felt soft breaths against my neck.
I still wasn’t sure what was happening, all I knew was that I didn’t object. I merely let his lips explore my skin as they pleased
“Undress.” He said, pulling away from me. I felt cold when his body heat was suddenly no longer against me. I stood, unsure. “Are you deaf? I told you to get undressed.” His tone was so much harsher this time and I felt his strict gaze on my face. “Now.”
While we continued to make eye contact, I moved my fingers to the button of my blazer and undid the two. I shrugged my shoulders so that the blazer fell off my body. He looked pleased at this.
Taking the various buttons of my white shirt, I fumbled every now and then but managed to be successful in opening my shirt, even with his hot gaze working as a distraction.
“Keep going. Don’t disappoint.” He encouraged me as I moved my hands around my waist so that I could unzip my skirt. I tugged at it until it fell into a pool at my feet.
“Red lace; my favourite.” He said. “I wonder, is that just a coincidence or are you guilty of reading all of these tabloids and magazine articles?” He grinned and I felt my cheeks heating up instantly.
He moved closer once more and his hands ran up my arm. He let his fingers dig into the skin and I whimpered.
“Bend over.” He muttered, leading me towards his desk. I didn’t object as he pressed his hand against my back. “This needs to go.” He said more to himself, I felt his fingers brush against my skin near the clasp of my bra and I instantly knew what was coming next.
Without no struggle the bra was off of my body and my back was bare to him. The warmth of his hands slid up my back as he smoothed them across. They slid all the way up to my neck before moving down - still going slowly - and coming in contact with my underwear.
“You’re being very submissive, Miss [Y/L/N]. I’m very pleased.” He said while his fingers worked the material from my body. Once they were around my feet, I kicked them to the side.
I stayed quiet for him and simply awaited his next move. And it soon came. His hand ran across the surface of my ass and he squeezed it roughly.
“You’re a beautiful woman.” He whispered, making me smile. I felt his touch disappear from my skin but it quickly came back when his fingers pressed against my clit. I gasped loudly. “Hmm. I know, doesn’t that feel good?” He rubbed me slowly, and all I could do was take it and grip the edge of the table.
I felt the coldness of the table hit my skin when I pressed my stomach further against it. I whimpered quietly.
“One thing you’ll come to realise about me is that I need my women to be vocal. Tell me what you want, what you need- what you crave, that’s all I ask, and I’ll happily give it to you. If you behave, that is.” I’m sure he was grinning.
“P-please,” I whispered.
He gained speed, rubbing my clit faster in circles and I found myself adoring how much determination was behind his actions.
“Be a little more vocal for me and I’ll let you cum. You can release all over my fingers if you just moan for me.” He spoke close to my ear and it sent shivers down my spine.
“S-sir,” I stuttered, feeling the effect of his fingers causing hot friction against my clit still. “I’m close.” I breathed heavily, wanting to throwing my hips back against him.
“You cum when I tell you. If I tell you to cum before you’re feeling ready to, you still better cum. And if you cum before I tell you to, well,” He chuckled. “You better hope that doesn’t fucking happen.”
I wondered what would happen if I came in that moment like my body wanted to, but I decided against going against him.
“Are you close? Are you going to be good and cum for?” He muttered quietly into my ear and I moaned.
“Oh my God, yes.” I moaned when he started to move his fingers back and forth rather than in circles. I pushed my ass further into his touch.
“You’re a beautiful sight, kitten. Especially when you clench like that, I’d love to feel you do that around my cock.” He breathed out.
“C-can I cum? Please let me cum.” I whimpered; I could feel my orgasm arriving and I tensed my body to stop myself.
“Well done for asking. You’re pleasing me, Miss [Y/L/N]. I think you very much deserve that orgasm.” He said and I felt my stomach drop. “Let go for me.” He sped up his actions and I cried out loudly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I moaned and it only seemed to encourage him because he pushed against me further. “Oh my God.”
“That’s right,” He whispered. “Feel it. Good girl.” He muttered.
I was left breathing heavily against the table in the silence of the room.
“That’s going to be it for today.” He said, pulling me up. “I hope you enjoyed our meeting.” He grinned down at me.
He leaned down and picked up my bra and handed it to me. I nodded, pulling my underwear up my legs now that my bra was around my body.
Feeling the shaking of my body, I wanted to see more of him. I wasn’t sure how to let him know without causing my own embarrassment.
“Now tell me, are you pleased enough to want more, Miss [Y/L/N]?” Mr McCann said as he let his fingers trail across the side of my face. All I could do was nod to which he sent me a huge smirk. “I’m very glad to hear it. How about we schedule another meeting, and you tell your boss you need another meeting with Mr McCann to convince him?”
I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip. “Be vocal.” He ordered.
“O-okay.” I said, moving to grab my shirt. “I’ll do that.”
“Good. I’ll see you in a week. Maybe then I’ll let you have a taste of something a little harder.” He grinned, he grabbed my face from under my chin and forced his lips onto mine. He hummed while our lips fought together.
“Now, if you’d kindly get dressed and leave, I have another meeting in ten minutes.” He said, moving around his desk. “I enjoyed this very much, kitten.” He sent me a wink. “I think that nickname is quite fitting, don’t you?” He tilted his head as he sat at his desk with his hands clasped. It felt unusual that those were the same fingers that were previously against my most intimate parts.
“I’ll see you next week, Mr McCann.” I said, sending him a smile.
“It was a pleasure, Miss [Y/L/N].” He nodded, and I walked out, closing the door behind me.
I walked away from the office with so much more knowledge about the world famous businessman than I’d started with; I knew he was, in fact, dominant. And I knew he wanted submissive and nothing else.
And now that I knew, all I wanted to do was find out more about what made him crazy. I found myself unable to contain my excitement for our next meeting.