Lip Service: The Oral Fixation Series Book Two

By Fiona Masters

When I met Zac, I couldn't help myself. I never saw that coming. I'm married, I have a good career and none of that matters to him. All Zac wants from me is my body. No commitment. No regrets.

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This is Book Two of a Trilogy

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Jul 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005652401

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Lip Service

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter One

Ellie didn’t see much of Zac that day. He was there at the start of the meeting and dropped in a couple times before lunch. But mercifully, Ellie didn’t have to sit in the same room with him all day. It would have made it too hard to concentrate.

And for all the wrong reasons. She should have been worried about being discovered. The consequences of what she did. How it would ruin her life and her husband’s as well. Her career too. But those wouldn’t have been the reasons for her distraction.

Her distraction would have revolved around wanting more of what he had given her. It would have been because she was in the presence of the cock that had taken her to such unbelievable heights. The fact that it would be hidden by slacks would not diminish the hold it would have on her attention.

She would have been distracted thinking about how hot it had made her when he told her to suck it. Even now, she had to avoid thinking about it, so she wouldn’t get aroused again.

And equally distracting was the unexpectedness of her reaction. Ellie had never been told to get on her knees and had never been told to suck cock before. She had never had a man she was pleasuring call her a cocksucker before. She was surprised how much it had turned her on to experience those things. She would have thought that she’d be put off by such arrogance. But she wasn’t. It made her belly flutter just to recall.

Maybe that was the reason Zac’s presence would have been so distracting...Ellie wanted to experience all those feeling again. And she knew, no matter how much her husband loved her and wanted to please her, he would never be able to make her feel the way Zac had.

Dave couldn’t order her to her knees. Tell her to suck his dick. He could try, but it would never be convincing. Zac had told her to, and he did so with no doubt that she would do exactly that. Ellie didn’t know why she had felt so compelled to obey, but she had. And she got turned on like crazy doing so. She had come herself, it had been so hot!

Thinking back to the first time she had met Zac in the bathroom hall of the restaurant, Ellie would never have suspected such a thing was possible. He was so insufferably arrogant. His every word, expression and gesture chafed. He was like a composite of everything that Ellie detested in a man.

And now Ellie was fondly recalling the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth. The submissive feeling of kneeling before him. Tasting his cum. Swallowing his cum.

Ellie knew that the only thing that would stop her from doing it all again was Zac. As long as he wanted her, she wouldn’t be able to refuse. The size of his cock and the incredible orgasms aside, Zac had something else that Ellie needed. That arrogance that she thought she detested, that confidence and male dominance that should have rankled her, turned out to be the missing ingredient.

Ellie remembered one of her friends from college, Cassie. She wasn’t particularly close with Cassie, but they were dorm neighbors for a year and for a brief period, they talked regularly. Cassie had a boyfriend that was not unlike Zac. He was good looking and arrogant. And he made little attempt to cover his indiscrete hook-ups with other girls.

Ellie had lectured Cassie on several occasions on what kind of guy he was and how rotten he treated her and how she shouldn’t let him. If anything, Cassie’s boyfriend was probably responsible for Ellie’s dislike of good-looking-but-arrogant men. He was at least a major reinforcement of Ellie’s reasons for that dislike.

But no matter what he did and no matter what Ellie said, Cassie always went running whenever he called. Ellie had always assumed that Cassie had some sort of self-esteem issue. Why else would she allow a man to treat her with indifference and still be at his beck and call?

Did Ellie have self-esteem issues? She doubted it. She certainly never felt like she had. Maybe Cassie hadn’t been suffering from poor self-image either. Maybe there was something in a man like that to which she responded. Sexually. Just like Ellie with Zac.

In a way, that was even scarier. If it were a self-esteem issue, presumably there was some flaw that could be addressed or corrected. But what if Cassie had just been wired that way? What if she just needed a man to treat her a certain way? What if that was the case with Ellie?

What if the only way to reach those glorious heights was at the hands of a man who didn’t see her as anything more than a fuck? What if that was the reason he was able to have the effect he did on her? It was almost a catch-22...as long as he didn’t show any attachment to her, he could please her. If he were to fall in love with her, he would lose the power he had over her.

Not that Ellie was naïve enough to think Zac might fall in love with her. It was just a no-win situation. Even if she wasn’t already married. There would never be a guy who could give Ellie loyalty, love and respect and still make her come like that.

Maybe that was why she didn’t feel more guilt over cheating on Dave. Dave, after all, was a wonderful man and a loving husband. But there’s no way he could inspire the feelings in her that Zac could. And Zac, whatever his prowess in the bedroom, whatever itch he scratched for her, could never amount to more than a sex partner.

The only way to have her cake and eat it too was to love Dave as her husband and submit to Zac as his submissive. No, not a submissive...a slut.

That’s really what she was to him: a slut. And that’s what made it work for her. As long as he treated her like a slut, she could get the sexual stimulation she needed from him. As long as he treated her that way, it would release that side of herself, be that slut that would drop to her knees at his word. Suck his cock when he told her to. As long as he fucked her like a slut, used her like a slut, it would fill that void in her. It would make those dizzying heights and shattering orgasms possible.

That was the key, wasn’t it? That he made her feel like a slut? So she could behave like one, right? Let go of any inhibitions and revel in the pure, high-octane physical pleasure of sex the way a slut would?

How far would she take it though? That was the question. Zac still had the key to her room, and she would be there at least tonight if not tomorrow. And if he came back again tonight, she would gladly do it all again.

But that wasn’t what she was pondering now. What she wondered is what would happen if she were having drinks with him and he told her he wanted her to come out to his car. Maybe he would even tell her it was to give him a blow job. But it wouldn’t matter if he said it or not. Ellie would know why he’d want her to go outside with him. Would she do it?

What if he were to meet her in the hallway here, at his own company, and guide her into an empty conference room? There was no denying that the insane level of risk would make it incredibly exciting. But the question wasn’t whether or not Zac would actually do something like that. No, the question was, how would Ellie respond?

If the magic revolved around being his slut, did that mean she had to be his slut whenever he wanted to keep the magic intact? Once she started refusing him, wouldn’t the dynamic change? Would she still get the same thrill if it did?

It was purely hypothetical at this point. Zac had shown no inclination to do anything that might jeopardize either one of them. Most likely, if he were interested, he would return to her room tonight. There, in the harbor of a rented room, he could tell her to do whatever he wanted, and she would comply.

These thoughts ran through Ellie’s mind at odd times, occasionally foiling her concentration. But for the most part, she was able to focus on the meeting and do her job quite well. If she missed something once in a while, well, who didn’t? Especially in an intense, get-a-lot-done-in-one-long-trip session like this.

All in all though, Ellie was glad that Zac wasn’t in the room. That might have been ugly.

When the meeting broke for lunch, Zac was one of the people who again took Ellie and Brian out to eat. His presence at the restaurant wasn’t as distracting as it would have been in the meeting. Still, Ellie found herself daydreaming about him naked while they ate.

True to form, Zac didn’t talk shop at lunch and everyone in his group seemed to be of a like mind. But the conversations seemed to revolve around sports and politics for the most part. Being the only woman in the bunch, Ellie felt slightly left out of their guy talk. But on the other hand, it gave her time to watch Zac and think about the things he had done to her. And might do to her again tonight. Hopefully.

That afternoon, as they were all once again locked in the conference room and working through item after item, the door opened and one of the senior execs popped his head in.

I’ve got tickets to tonight’s game if either of you are interested, he said to Ellie and Brian. Ellie declined, but Brian enthusiastically accepted.

I almost never get to a game anymore, he said. I’d love to.

I would too, Ellie lied. But I’m probably going to spend tonight getting everything finalized, she gestured to the stack of folders beside her on the table.

The exec shrugged. Okay, I’m sure there’ll be no problem getting someone else to go, he laughed. And one of the other men at the table quickly accepted.

They have great seats, the man assured Brian.

When the meeting broke up for the day, Zac came over to Ellie and Brian.

I understand you’re not going to the game with us tonight, he said to Ellie. Us? Ellie thought. Was Zac going to the game? If he was, that pretty much ruined her plans for the evening. Of course he would be part of the group going to the game, Ellie realized too late. He was their primary contact. The one they were here to build a working relationship with. How could Ellie not have thought of that!

Oh, well. Too late now! She had inadvertently sentenced herself to a night in her hotel room with her laptop. Fun, fun, fun!

Too much work to get done, Ellie replied to Zac. Can’t let my new account down before we even get started, can I? Zac smiled, his eyes fixing on hers in a way that made her insides turn mushy. That arrogant prick! she thought. He knows he has me!

Well, I admire your dedication, he replied easily, his eyes still on hers. I guess we’ll see you in the morning?

Briefly, Ellie said, tearing her eyes away, hoping she hadn’t seemed like she was swooning or anything foolish like that. Our flight’s at noon, so we’ll pop in for an hour or so, then head out.

Ellie turned to pack up her things while Brian, Zac and the other guy talked about getting to the game. Ellie realized she was listening in as she heard Zac tell Brian that he would pick him up at the hotel.

Had she been listening for that? Deliberately? Or had she just accidentally heard it? She couldn’t lie to herself. The idea that Zac would be at her hotel, however briefly, got her mind going. He still had the key to her room, after all.

And, she realized, that meant he would have to drop Brian off after the game too. Would he come to her room then? Ellie had to force herself not to think about it while she was still here in her professional capacity.

As she gathered her things and made ready to go, Zac separated himself from the group of men.

When you go back, don’t change, he said in a voice low enough only Ellie could hear. She looked at him blankly. Back home, she wondered? When you get to the hotel, he clarified, seeing the confusion on her face. Don’t change your clothes. Without giving Ellie a chance to reply, he walked away.

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Chapter Two

See you in an hour or so, he said to Brian, clapping him on the back on his way by, as he headed down the hall away from the group.

Ellie looked down at her clothes. Navy blue slacks, a white blouse, and a blazer. Why would he tell her...? Then another thought pushed her musings out of the way: he was going to stop in and see her before picking up Brian. Why else would he care what she was wearing? The thought of seeing him in her hotel room again sent shivers through her. She had to hurry up and get out of here before she did do something foolish to give herself away.

A short time later, she was back in her hotel room. She piled her work on the table and started picking through it. But she wasn’t thinking about work at all. She was thinking about Zac and him walking through that door. She felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to unwrap her presents.

Ellie wondered again about Zac’s instructions to keep her work clothes on. She thought she knew why. In these clothes, she was a businesswoman. She was a woman with a career, with responsibilities and one who earned the respect of those around her daily. This was Ellie as she appeared in her most powerful form.

And that was exactly how Zac wanted to see her. So he could tell her to get on her knees. Watch her in all her pride kneel before him and suck his cock. Could there be a more obvious way for him to illustrate his influence over her?

He wanted to take her at her most self-assured and make her kneel in submission. Ellie shook with anticipation. It was a totally evil thing for him to do, she thought. But incredibly erotic.

It wouldn’t be Ellie the naked, horny chick on her knees this time. It would be Ellie, the account manager. The woman who had her own office and secretary. Who was a star on the rise in her own company. That was the woman he wanted to humble tonight.

It should have bothered her, his arrogance. That it was a foregone conclusion that he could waltz in the door and have her suck his cock was enough. That it had to be in her work clothes? It was a clear message, if ever there was one.

But Ellie didn’t care. She should have. Did it bother her that she didn’t? Probably. She had never been a woman to be taken lightly or for granted and that was part of what Zac was doing. And she was a professional woman who was never one to accept sexist treatment.

And now? She looked at herself in the mirror. With her blazer open, Ellie could see her erect nipples through her blouse. It wasn’t the slightest bit cold in the room. Her nipples were straining against the fabric because of Zac. And the way he made her feel.

And how was that, exactly? Well, hot, sexy, and desirable for sure, but that wasn’t the real story. He made her feel like a slut, which