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She wasn’t afraid of him or worried about what he might do. On the contrary, she was afraid and worried about what she might do.
He turned to face her as she crawled in. “Did you just actually growl?” She could hear the smile in his voice.
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. She felt the whole situation was just plain insane.
“That’s cute, Princess,” he said.
She sighed. She enjoyed this vulnerable, playful side to him, and she felt that heat again between her thighs. She craved him in ways her body had never known. And yet she felt like she was going to cry because deep down, she knew at any moment, he would shift, change his mind, decide he didn’t like her anymore, and leave her as usual, hurt and confused.
“Come here,” he said finally.
She turned to face away from him and exhaled. She could feel the shake in her breath and prayed he couldn’t hear it.
“Hey,” he said in that tender way he did, right before he either left her hurt or left her hanging. She knew he was about to say he was sorry.
“Don’t,” she said, trying not to lose the little control she had. She knew her voice hitched. “Just don’t.”
He inched closer behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his nose in her hair, and her heart began to race to a finish line of complete surrender.
Her breathing matched her heart—lost in a rush. She couldn’t do or say anything else. She was falling completely apart. And she didn’t want to. He did this with everyone. He’s using me. Conquest, she remembered Stephanie saying.
“Relax, Lauren. I’m not going to do anything more. I promise.” He inhaled the scent of her hair again and kissed under her earlobe.
“Colton.” Her voice hitched, and she squeezed her legs together. She felt those tears again, those tears that wanted to push forth and run out of her. She wanted him to do more. She wanted to lose herself. She wanted to lose control. She wanted to lose herself to him. She wanted to give herself to him completely. But she knew better.
“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, still holding her tightly from behind. “You have your audition Sunday. Sleep.”
“You know about my audition?”
“Of course I do.”
“Oh.” She feared if she said any more that he would leave. And she didn’t want him to leave. Just him knowing about her audition was like a warm blanket wrapped tightly around her trembling body.
He lifted her hair tenderly and stroked it softly to the side. He gently kissed her neck. “You smell so good, Lauren.”
She lost herself to him. “Colton?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to sleep.”
He turned to face her as she crawled in. “Did you just actually growl?” She could hear the smile in his voice.
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. She felt the whole situation was just plain insane.
“That’s cute, Princess,” he said.
She sighed. She enjoyed this vulnerable, playful side to him, and she felt that heat again between her thighs. She craved him in ways her body had never known. And yet she felt like she was going to cry because deep down, she knew at any moment, he would shift, change his mind, decide he didn’t like her anymore, and leave her as usual, hurt and confused.
“Come here,” he said finally.
She turned to face away from him and exhaled. She could feel the shake in her breath and prayed he couldn’t hear it.
“Hey,” he said in that tender way he did, right before he either left her hurt or left her hanging. She knew he was about to say he was sorry.
“Don’t,” she said, trying not to lose the little control she had. She knew her voice hitched. “Just don’t.”
He inched closer behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his nose in her hair, and her heart began to race to a finish line of complete surrender.
Her breathing matched her heart—lost in a rush. She couldn’t do or say anything else. She was falling completely apart. And she didn’t want to. He did this with everyone. He’s using me. Conquest, she remembered Stephanie saying.
“Relax, Lauren. I’m not going to do anything more. I promise.” He inhaled the scent of her hair again and kissed under her earlobe.
“Colton.” Her voice hitched, and she squeezed her legs together. She felt those tears again, those tears that wanted to push forth and run out of her. She wanted him to do more. She wanted to lose herself. She wanted to lose control. She wanted to lose herself to him. She wanted to give herself to him completely. But she knew better.
“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, still holding her tightly from behind. “You have your audition Sunday. Sleep.”
“You know about my audition?”
“Of course I do.”
“Oh.” She feared if she said any more that he would leave. And she didn’t want him to leave. Just him knowing about her audition was like a warm blanket wrapped tightly around her trembling body.
He lifted her hair tenderly and stroked it softly to the side. He gently kissed her neck. “You smell so good, Lauren.”
She lost herself to him. “Colton?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to sleep.”
EDGE of TORMENT (A BDSM Love Story)
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He brought my iPhone into the bedroom, found the ballet Giselle, and let the music play. It put me in a state of deep emotion when I listened to it. My feelings about dance were as mixed up as my feelings were for Michael. Pain and beauty wrapped into one unfathomable emotion. He removed his blue t-shirt and jeans, boxer shorts the only thing remaining on his perfect body as he sat next to me on the bed. He was so sexy. I began to kiss him as if my life depended on it.
“Roll over and let me massage you, Natalie.” His tone created a trance-like reaction in me.
I rolled over onto my stomach. He began kneading my neck, then my shoulders, working his way across my back, stopping just above my ass. The music engulfed me and his touches were sensual but relaxing. I was in a state of euphoric relaxation. He began to kiss me lightly, first behind my ears and then over my neck, moving down to trail kisses over my back. Goose bumps appeared all over my body.
“Spread your legs a little for me, Natalie.”
I did, embarrassed at how wet I already was. I tried not to squirm or moan. I wanted it to last, last the whole night.
“I love the way your lower back gathers in this indentation above your ass,” he breathed, kissing the spot. “There’s so much I want to learn about you.”
“Aaah,” I let out, moaning into the pillow. “There’s so much I want to learn about you,” I echoed.
He continued down my legs, first the outside of my thighs all the way down to my calves, lightly tickling my feet, as I moved a little, giggling.
“You’re such a ticklish woman, Natalie. Yet another thing that turns me on about you. So responsive, so sensitive. I like that.”
His fingers stroked the insides of my calves simultaneously, moving slowly up my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy. Skipping over my pussy, he began to lightly tease my ass cheeks with his fingers, kissing me ever so lightly all over my ass, my back, my neck.
“I can taste your saltiness. You are delicious.”
I blushed. “I told you I needed to shower.” A moan escaped my lips again as he continued to kiss my ass, his fingers touching between my legs, lightly brushing my pussy like feathers.
“Maybe later,” he said languidly. “I like the way you taste. Now roll over,” he demanded. “Put your arms above your head and clasp them. Don’t move them. Now, cross your legs and put them in the air, straight up.”
“Michael,” I groaned but did as he asked. All the relaxation was completely gone now. Desire pooled in my lower abdomen and beyond, and I began to tremble.
He began to lightly stroke my pussy in this uncomfortable, yet erotic position, and juices streamed out of me. “Next time, I’ll tie your legs like this, so you can relax more. But I can see the strength of your legs. You are so sexy, Natalie.”
I couldn’t say anything as his feather-light touches moved directly onto my clit, and I felt like I might come any minute.
“Michael.” I wanted him desperately. I began to pant. A scorching heat coursed through my body.
He stopped and spread my juices over the delicate, sensitive under skin of my pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down my slit with the pads of his fingers, over and over, on either side of my clit, never making contact with it.
“Oh god, Michael. Let me come. Please.” I was begging and couldn’t have cared less. I began to squeeze my legs together more tightly. Being in this position made it easy to do. Release would be only moments away, if he would only touch my clit.
“Keep your legs like that,” he said, but stopped touching me. I breathed rapidly, frantically, as he moved up under my arms and lightly tickled down the sides of my stomach, where my back and stomach connected. I wiggled and laughed a little. It tickled in the most sensual way. He said nothing and found my breasts. “Keep your arms above your head for me. I love when you obey me. I’m impressed that you’re showing a little restraint tonight. Breathe.”
And I was. I was really trying to control my reactions, to be in the moment, to not fall apart at the seams but to absorb his touch fully. He lightly stroked the under part of my breasts, then circled the outer parts of them, ever so slowly, honing in closer and closer to my center, my nipples. I moaned and tried to stick my chest out for his touch.
He took the bait and lightly brushed my nipples with his thumbs. I squirmed. It was impossible not to. He took each nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and used feather-light pinches to tease me. My pussy ached and pulsed with need. I begged, “Michael. Please.” But I kept my hands above my head and my legs in the air, trying to do as he asked.
He smiled down at me before moving back to lick my pussy. I moaned. “Yes, Michael, oh please.”
His licks became more intense, more focused on making me come. “Oh Natalie,” he whispered. “I do love to hear you. It’s such a turn-on when you lose control to me, when you beg me.”
He took first one finger and then a second and thrust them into me, and I yelped out, ready to come. I was panting. I was borderline hysterical with need.
He stopped and said tenderly, “You can lower your arms and legs now.”
I looked into his eyes. He had promised to make me come the next chance we got. Those were his exact words. I looked at him pleadingly. I was becoming confused. I was losing all control. I felt tears building.
“No worries, Natalie. I promise. You know I am a man of my word.” He winked. “Patience. I love seeing you like this. I love making you feel like this. I can’t help it.”
He grabbed my face between his hands and slowly, deeply, intensely kissed me. I ravaged his tongue, his mouth, I sucked his lips one at a time, his teeth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tightly as possible. He took my face between his hands again and looked into my eyes. “Get on your knees, Natalie.” He smiled, and I complied willingly.
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He brought my iPhone into the bedroom, found the ballet Giselle, and let the music play. It put me in a state of deep emotion when I listened to it. My feelings about dance were as mixed up as my feelings were for Michael. Pain and beauty wrapped into one unfathomable emotion. He removed his blue t-shirt and jeans, boxer shorts the only thing remaining on his perfect body as he sat next to me on the bed. He was so sexy. I began to kiss him as if my life depended on it.
“Roll over and let me massage you, Natalie.” His tone created a trance-like reaction in me.
I rolled over onto my stomach. He began kneading my neck, then my shoulders, working his way across my back, stopping just above my ass. The music engulfed me and his touches were sensual but relaxing. I was in a state of euphoric relaxation. He began to kiss me lightly, first behind my ears and then over my neck, moving down to trail kisses over my back. Goose bumps appeared all over my body.
“Spread your legs a little for me, Natalie.”
I did, embarrassed at how wet I already was. I tried not to squirm or moan. I wanted it to last, last the whole night.
“I love the way your lower back gathers in this indentation above your ass,” he breathed, kissing the spot. “There’s so much I want to learn about you.”
“Aaah,” I let out, moaning into the pillow. “There’s so much I want to learn about you,” I echoed.
He continued down my legs, first the outside of my thighs all the way down to my calves, lightly tickling my feet, as I moved a little, giggling.
“You’re such a ticklish woman, Natalie. Yet another thing that turns me on about you. So responsive, so sensitive. I like that.”
His fingers stroked the insides of my calves simultaneously, moving slowly up my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy. Skipping over my pussy, he began to lightly tease my ass cheeks with his fingers, kissing me ever so lightly all over my ass, my back, my neck.
“I can taste your saltiness. You are delicious.”
I blushed. “I told you I needed to shower.” A moan escaped my lips again as he continued to kiss my ass, his fingers touching between my legs, lightly brushing my pussy like feathers.
“Maybe later,” he said languidly. “I like the way you taste. Now roll over,” he demanded. “Put your arms above your head and clasp them. Don’t move them. Now, cross your legs and put them in the air, straight up.”
“Michael,” I groaned but did as he asked. All the relaxation was completely gone now. Desire pooled in my lower abdomen and beyond, and I began to tremble.
He began to lightly stroke my pussy in this uncomfortable, yet erotic position, and juices streamed out of me. “Next time, I’ll tie your legs like this, so you can relax more. But I can see the strength of your legs. You are so sexy, Natalie.”
I couldn’t say anything as his feather-light touches moved directly onto my clit, and I felt like I might come any minute.
“Michael.” I wanted him desperately. I began to pant. A scorching heat coursed through my body.
He stopped and spread my juices over the delicate, sensitive under skin of my pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down my slit with the pads of his fingers, over and over, on either side of my clit, never making contact with it.
“Oh god, Michael. Let me come. Please.” I was begging and couldn’t have cared less. I began to squeeze my legs together more tightly. Being in this position made it easy to do. Release would be only moments away, if he would only touch my clit.
“Keep your legs like that,” he said, but stopped touching me. I breathed rapidly, frantically, as he moved up under my arms and lightly tickled down the sides of my stomach, where my back and stomach connected. I wiggled and laughed a little. It tickled in the most sensual way. He said nothing and found my breasts. “Keep your arms above your head for me. I love when you obey me. I’m impressed that you’re showing a little restraint tonight. Breathe.”
And I was. I was really trying to control my reactions, to be in the moment, to not fall apart at the seams but to absorb his touch fully. He lightly stroked the under part of my breasts, then circled the outer parts of them, ever so slowly, honing in closer and closer to my center, my nipples. I moaned and tried to stick my chest out for his touch.
He took the bait and lightly brushed my nipples with his thumbs. I squirmed. It was impossible not to. He took each nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and used feather-light pinches to tease me. My pussy ached and pulsed with need. I begged, “Michael. Please.” But I kept my hands above my head and my legs in the air, trying to do as he asked.
He smiled down at me before moving back to lick my pussy. I moaned. “Yes, Michael, oh please.”
His licks became more intense, more focused on making me come. “Oh Natalie,” he whispered. “I do love to hear you. It’s such a turn-on when you lose control to me, when you beg me.”
He took first one finger and then a second and thrust them into me, and I yelped out, ready to come. I was panting. I was borderline hysterical with need.
He stopped and said tenderly, “You can lower your arms and legs now.”
I looked into his eyes. He had promised to make me come the next chance we got. Those were his exact words. I looked at him pleadingly. I was becoming confused. I was losing all control. I felt tears building.
“No worries, Natalie. I promise. You know I am a man of my word.” He winked. “Patience. I love seeing you like this. I love making you feel like this. I can’t help it.”
He grabbed my face between his hands and slowly, deeply, intensely kissed me. I ravaged his tongue, his mouth, I sucked his lips one at a time, his teeth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tightly as possible. He took my face between his hands again and looked into my eyes. “Get on your knees, Natalie.” He smiled, and I complied willingly.
THORNE: The Series (A Dark Romance)
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Suddenly, Victoria stopped playing and just stared back at the three of us. I could see her blush and felt the heaviness of her emotional energy. She had gone to another place in her mind and she forced her focus to come back to the present. Her breathing was slightly erratic. Her eyes, so filled with passion, intense fervor, I wanted to pick her up, carry her out of there, and fuck her brains out in the back of the Lincoln. I wanted to take her back to the house, tie her spread eagle and lick and suck and touch every inch of her body.
I tried to look away from her to respond to Mark, but I was glued. “Do whatever the fuck you want,” I hissed. “I’ve gotta run.” I slammed my glass down and stood. She never removed her eyes from mine.
“Are we leaving?” she called over to me as I waved goodbye in her direction, trying to remain casual, unaffected.
I just kept walking.
“William!” She stood and began to approach me.
She caught up to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts pushed up and down with her breathing. She was nervous or excited. I couldn’t tell. It just made my cock harder. Her flushed face tilted to look up at me. Without even trying, she made me want her more. I bent down to her ear. “Get in the fucking car, Victoria,” I said through gritted teeth.
Mark was on us like a fly to sticky paper. “Victoria,” he called. “Mr. Thorne is busy. I’ll take you home, don’t worry. But, first. The job is yours if you want it. You are incredibly talented, Victoria. This gig is beneath you, but I’d love to have you. I’m prepared to pay you double my initial offer.”
I began to walk. She had a choice to make, and I wasn’t about to tell her again to get in the car.
“Oh thank you, Mark,” she gushed. God she needed a full-on spanking. “I would love the job. Thank you so much! ”
Mark went in to give her a hug, and she stopped him. “But I’m exhausted. I think I’ll drive home with Ralph and Mr. Thorne? Long day…can I call you tomorrow?”
I turned to walk towards the car, calling over my shoulder. “See you later, Mark.”
“Um,” Mark stumbled. “Yeah. Bye, William.” He turned to Victoria and tried to whisper so I couldn’t hear. “Please stay, Victoria.”
She turned, almost chasing me, and I had to smile. “Thanks, again, Mark! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I held the door to the Lincoln open for her as she rushed to catch up to me. I didn’t say a word. She looked to me for answers. Her eyes probed me. What they begged me to say I would never know.
We were positioned in the back of the Lincoln before I asked Ralph to put up the privacy screen.
She couldn’t contain her breathing, and it made me feel back in control.
“Are you mad at me, William?” she whispered. “Your pupils. I can barely see the green of your eyes anymore.”
I ignored her question. I should not be mad at her at all. And I don’t think I was. I think I was mad at myself, for how I was feeling, for my emotional pull to her.
“What else are you wearing under that black skirt, Victoria, besides those teasing stockings and garters?”
She audibly gasped. “William…”
“Answer me,” I growled. “Better yet. Show me. Take off your skirt.”
She hesitated.
“Now,” I demanded.
She began to unzip the back of her skirt.
“Faster!” I couldn’t control my tone.
She froze under my stare.
“Forget it. Arms down. I’ll take off the god-damned skirt.”
And within mere seconds, she sat facing me in black lace crotch-less panties, snapped to her stockings.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “You’ve been wearing this all day? Your pussy has been exposed all day?” I wanted to drive my cock deep into her right then.
She blushed three shades of red and looked down.
“Answer me,” I ordered, lifting her chin to look at me.
She spoke so softly, I almost couldn’t hear her. “Does that make you unhappy?”
“Jesus Christ, Victoria. Just answer me. Why don’t you have proper underwear on?”
In any other situation, with any other personal assistant, it would have been exactly what I expected, what I wanted. I shouldn’t have cared less. It’s what I’d always wanted, asked for in my P.A.’s. Total access, all the time, any time. Jennifer knew that.
“Um…” Her innocence slapped me again. I kept forgetting. “Remember…” she fidgeted and it pissed me off for some reason.
“Stay still and answer me. Stop fidgeting.” I wasn’t sure why I was so angry. Maybe I did. And maybe that’s what angered me even more.
“William…remember…I haven’t bought my own clothes.”
“Are you telling me Jennifer only bought you panties like these?” And without my knowledge of what I was going to do, my finger skated up between her thighs and over her puffy lips. I gasped. She was moist with creamy arousal. My voice became hoarse and throaty. “Victoria,” I admonished.
I watched her squeeze her fists into little balls as her head tilted back, her eyes rolling shut.
“Spread for me,” I commanded. “Wide.”
“William, please.” Her eyes found mine.
“Please what?” I asked, really not knowing what she wanted.
“Talk to me,” she softly begged. “What do you want from me? You told me you only wanted a platonic relationship from me. Please. What do you want from me?” The timidity in her voice, her wet, warm pussy, the way she looked at me. I couldn’t stay away from her another minute. I needed relief. I could not control it.
“Right now? Right now, I want you to spread your thighs wide for me. Then, I want you to suck my cock until I come down your throat. That’s what I want from you. And then when we get home, I want to tie you to my bed and kiss and touch and lick every inch of your body until you burn and ache. And that’s precisely what I intend to get from you.”
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t deny me. She didn’t say yes. She spread her thighs and whimpered slightly, staring up at me, her burning brown eyes alive with desire and need.
I gingerly spread her pussy lips open with my left hand, and lightly brushed my pointer finger over her clit with my right, watching a red hue travel from her chest to her face. She was so wet, it almost startled me. It felt like melted butter. I wanted to dive my tongue into her right then but somehow refrained.
“You like?” I asked her.
“Yes.” She moaned again, never taking her eyes off mine. “God. I’ve missed you. I want to kiss you,” she said taking me off guard.
I leaned in, still stroking her extremely wet slit and clit, and kissed her first lightly and then more forcefully, as her tongue became desperate, erratic in my mouth, her eyes shutting.
I stopped kissing her. Her eyes flew open and held my gaze. They begged me not to stop.
“Are you this wet from me or Mark?” I asked more angrily than I intended. The thought of her with Mark somehow pissed me off.
“What?” She gasped. “You can’t be serious?” She paused to search my mood. She whispered, embarrassed, “I am always wet when I’m near you. I can’t help it.”
I stopped touching her all together and couldn’t help but smile. “Suck me,” I ordered. “Have you sucked cock before? Drinking my cum and sucking my cock are two very different things.”
Her eyes looked up at me. I saw humiliation cross her face.
“I’ve asked you a question. Have you sucked cock?”
“Yes…well…kind of…”
“Good. Then suck me.”
“I…”
“Victoria. Suck. Now. Unbutton your blouse.”
I knew she was trying to tell me that she didn’t have a lot of experience. Knowing that made me closer to losing it. I liked it.
She knelt down, straddling around the hump on the floor of the Lincoln, as I removed my pants and boxers to my ankles. I loosened my tie and left on my white dress shirt. She could work around it. I leaned back to relax. I was rock hard. Looking at her body in the black lace, licking my fingers to taste her honeyed juice, it wouldn’t take me long. And I didn’t care. Why should I?
She licked and stroked me in the most appealing way, her blonde hair falling on my hips. She moaned as she flicked the tip of the head of my cock.
“Take your tits out. Let me feel them on me as you suck. Unbutton my shirt.”
She did as she was told. Her pink buds begged to be touched and I didn’t take the bait. I wanted her to rub herself against me.
Her mouth sucked up and down my shaft, her hair lightly teasing me with feather-like touches, and as suspected, her hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against my stomach. I clasped my hands behind my head and had to chuckle. She had trouble working past the middle of my cock without gagging. It brought a smile to my face.
Her eyes occasionally lifted to mine, begging, lustful, needy. It brought me closer to the edge. “That’s right, baby. Faster. Make me come. Swallow it. Give me what I need. Use your hand to pump it baby. We have plenty of time in the future for me to teach you how to fully take my cock down your throat. Your hand can suffice for now.”
She moaned and panted and brought her hand down my shaft as she sucked and licked as far as she could. I felt myself rising. Fuck. It felt good. My cock grew and pulsed to a throb that was almost unbearable to maintain. I felt an overwhelming surge of heat and lust, my balls heavy and ready to explode. Usually I would demand she slow down, but right then, I couldn’t wait to unload into her mouth. I didn’t want to control it. I needed it. I had been way too tense. And it had been way too long. I grabbed her head and let loose.
“Fuck,” I growled.
I didn’t let her move until she swallowed every last drop, and even then, I held her in place. I liked the look of her lips wrapped around my cock. The sight was picture perfect. I expelled every last morsel of cum from my balls, grabbing her hair tighter between my fingers. “Lick,” I ordered. “Lick my balls and every last drop of my cum.” Fuck if I almost felt like she had drained me of everything I had.
I let go of her head and looked down at her, noticing the panties lodged in between her beautiful ass cheeks in a sadistic, itchy thong.
She began to lift her head, and my cock slipped out, still semi-hard, even after all that cum. I was certain I would fuck her tonight. I had to have her.
“Stay,” I ordered, “until we have arrived home.”
She placed her head on my stomach, as I stroked her ass and her silken hair. I couldn’t understand the tenderness I was feeling towards her, but I did. I thought about the beauty of her playing, the passion she showed, her emotional eyes. I couldn’t look in them, so I kept her head pressed to my stomach.
I didn’t bother to lift my pants. She lightly kissed my stomach and I let her. Fuck if it didn’t feel good. My cock could not fully soften. She made me feel as if I were a teenager. All the tension I had been feeling was suddenly erased.
“You play beautifully,” I whispered and kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you,” she whispered back. “Thank you for encouraging me.”
I stroked her to soothe her, even though I knew she must be getting uncomfortable on her knees, hunched over, but she didn’t complain.
When we pulled into the driveway, I told her to get dressed. I did the same. I knocked on the privacy window, alerting Ralph to open it. “Ralph,” I said when he opened the window.
“Yes, sir,” he responded.
“Six thirty tomorrow. I have an early breakfast meeting. You will need to swing back to pick up Ms. Rose at eight. She will need to be ready for a nine o’clock meeting in my office.”
“Yes. Certainly, sir. That is no problem.”
“Thank you, Ralph.”
“After you, Victoria,” and I pointed to her door, instructing her to get out, as Ralph made his way out to open it for her.
I followed her into the house in silence. She stopped in the front entryway, shy, fidgeting as she often did, playing with her fingers, looking down. “Well,” she stumbled, “I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
I stepped closer into her, grabbed her chin and lifted her face, holding her to my stare. She exhaled, loud and shaky. It always made me smile to know the effect I had on her.
“I don’t think so. I’m tying you to my bed tonight. And that’s where I want you right now. Go lie down, naked. Spread yourself wide and wait for me.”
“But…” she stammered. “It’s a work night. Surely you want me well rested to be sharp and alert for the meeting tomorrow.” She sounded hesitant, worried about her job performance and yet, I could feel her excitement, her sexual energy.
“Do not worry, Victoria. I’m your boss, remember? There is no real meeting for you tomorrow at nine. I smirked. I’d like you under my desk tomorrow. That is the only place you need to be.”
She looked at me for answers, waiting for me to tell her it was just a joke, but I couldn’t have been more serious.
“To my bedroom,” I ordered, my tone shifting.
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Suddenly, Victoria stopped playing and just stared back at the three of us. I could see her blush and felt the heaviness of her emotional energy. She had gone to another place in her mind and she forced her focus to come back to the present. Her breathing was slightly erratic. Her eyes, so filled with passion, intense fervor, I wanted to pick her up, carry her out of there, and fuck her brains out in the back of the Lincoln. I wanted to take her back to the house, tie her spread eagle and lick and suck and touch every inch of her body.
I tried to look away from her to respond to Mark, but I was glued. “Do whatever the fuck you want,” I hissed. “I’ve gotta run.” I slammed my glass down and stood. She never removed her eyes from mine.
“Are we leaving?” she called over to me as I waved goodbye in her direction, trying to remain casual, unaffected.
I just kept walking.
“William!” She stood and began to approach me.
She caught up to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts pushed up and down with her breathing. She was nervous or excited. I couldn’t tell. It just made my cock harder. Her flushed face tilted to look up at me. Without even trying, she made me want her more. I bent down to her ear. “Get in the fucking car, Victoria,” I said through gritted teeth.
Mark was on us like a fly to sticky paper. “Victoria,” he called. “Mr. Thorne is busy. I’ll take you home, don’t worry. But, first. The job is yours if you want it. You are incredibly talented, Victoria. This gig is beneath you, but I’d love to have you. I’m prepared to pay you double my initial offer.”
I began to walk. She had a choice to make, and I wasn’t about to tell her again to get in the car.
“Oh thank you, Mark,” she gushed. God she needed a full-on spanking. “I would love the job. Thank you so much! ”
Mark went in to give her a hug, and she stopped him. “But I’m exhausted. I think I’ll drive home with Ralph and Mr. Thorne? Long day…can I call you tomorrow?”
I turned to walk towards the car, calling over my shoulder. “See you later, Mark.”
“Um,” Mark stumbled. “Yeah. Bye, William.” He turned to Victoria and tried to whisper so I couldn’t hear. “Please stay, Victoria.”
She turned, almost chasing me, and I had to smile. “Thanks, again, Mark! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I held the door to the Lincoln open for her as she rushed to catch up to me. I didn’t say a word. She looked to me for answers. Her eyes probed me. What they begged me to say I would never know.
We were positioned in the back of the Lincoln before I asked Ralph to put up the privacy screen.
She couldn’t contain her breathing, and it made me feel back in control.
“Are you mad at me, William?” she whispered. “Your pupils. I can barely see the green of your eyes anymore.”
I ignored her question. I should not be mad at her at all. And I don’t think I was. I think I was mad at myself, for how I was feeling, for my emotional pull to her.
“What else are you wearing under that black skirt, Victoria, besides those teasing stockings and garters?”
She audibly gasped. “William…”
“Answer me,” I growled. “Better yet. Show me. Take off your skirt.”
She hesitated.
“Now,” I demanded.
She began to unzip the back of her skirt.
“Faster!” I couldn’t control my tone.
She froze under my stare.
“Forget it. Arms down. I’ll take off the god-damned skirt.”
And within mere seconds, she sat facing me in black lace crotch-less panties, snapped to her stockings.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “You’ve been wearing this all day? Your pussy has been exposed all day?” I wanted to drive my cock deep into her right then.
She blushed three shades of red and looked down.
“Answer me,” I ordered, lifting her chin to look at me.
She spoke so softly, I almost couldn’t hear her. “Does that make you unhappy?”
“Jesus Christ, Victoria. Just answer me. Why don’t you have proper underwear on?”
In any other situation, with any other personal assistant, it would have been exactly what I expected, what I wanted. I shouldn’t have cared less. It’s what I’d always wanted, asked for in my P.A.’s. Total access, all the time, any time. Jennifer knew that.
“Um…” Her innocence slapped me again. I kept forgetting. “Remember…” she fidgeted and it pissed me off for some reason.
“Stay still and answer me. Stop fidgeting.” I wasn’t sure why I was so angry. Maybe I did. And maybe that’s what angered me even more.
“William…remember…I haven’t bought my own clothes.”
“Are you telling me Jennifer only bought you panties like these?” And without my knowledge of what I was going to do, my finger skated up between her thighs and over her puffy lips. I gasped. She was moist with creamy arousal. My voice became hoarse and throaty. “Victoria,” I admonished.
I watched her squeeze her fists into little balls as her head tilted back, her eyes rolling shut.
“Spread for me,” I commanded. “Wide.”
“William, please.” Her eyes found mine.
“Please what?” I asked, really not knowing what she wanted.
“Talk to me,” she softly begged. “What do you want from me? You told me you only wanted a platonic relationship from me. Please. What do you want from me?” The timidity in her voice, her wet, warm pussy, the way she looked at me. I couldn’t stay away from her another minute. I needed relief. I could not control it.
“Right now? Right now, I want you to spread your thighs wide for me. Then, I want you to suck my cock until I come down your throat. That’s what I want from you. And then when we get home, I want to tie you to my bed and kiss and touch and lick every inch of your body until you burn and ache. And that’s precisely what I intend to get from you.”
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t deny me. She didn’t say yes. She spread her thighs and whimpered slightly, staring up at me, her burning brown eyes alive with desire and need.
I gingerly spread her pussy lips open with my left hand, and lightly brushed my pointer finger over her clit with my right, watching a red hue travel from her chest to her face. She was so wet, it almost startled me. It felt like melted butter. I wanted to dive my tongue into her right then but somehow refrained.
“You like?” I asked her.
“Yes.” She moaned again, never taking her eyes off mine. “God. I’ve missed you. I want to kiss you,” she said taking me off guard.
I leaned in, still stroking her extremely wet slit and clit, and kissed her first lightly and then more forcefully, as her tongue became desperate, erratic in my mouth, her eyes shutting.
I stopped kissing her. Her eyes flew open and held my gaze. They begged me not to stop.
“Are you this wet from me or Mark?” I asked more angrily than I intended. The thought of her with Mark somehow pissed me off.
“What?” She gasped. “You can’t be serious?” She paused to search my mood. She whispered, embarrassed, “I am always wet when I’m near you. I can’t help it.”
I stopped touching her all together and couldn’t help but smile. “Suck me,” I ordered. “Have you sucked cock before? Drinking my cum and sucking my cock are two very different things.”
Her eyes looked up at me. I saw humiliation cross her face.
“I’ve asked you a question. Have you sucked cock?”
“Yes…well…kind of…”
“Good. Then suck me.”
“I…”
“Victoria. Suck. Now. Unbutton your blouse.”
I knew she was trying to tell me that she didn’t have a lot of experience. Knowing that made me closer to losing it. I liked it.
She knelt down, straddling around the hump on the floor of the Lincoln, as I removed my pants and boxers to my ankles. I loosened my tie and left on my white dress shirt. She could work around it. I leaned back to relax. I was rock hard. Looking at her body in the black lace, licking my fingers to taste her honeyed juice, it wouldn’t take me long. And I didn’t care. Why should I?
She licked and stroked me in the most appealing way, her blonde hair falling on my hips. She moaned as she flicked the tip of the head of my cock.
“Take your tits out. Let me feel them on me as you suck. Unbutton my shirt.”
She did as she was told. Her pink buds begged to be touched and I didn’t take the bait. I wanted her to rub herself against me.
Her mouth sucked up and down my shaft, her hair lightly teasing me with feather-like touches, and as suspected, her hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against my stomach. I clasped my hands behind my head and had to chuckle. She had trouble working past the middle of my cock without gagging. It brought a smile to my face.
Her eyes occasionally lifted to mine, begging, lustful, needy. It brought me closer to the edge. “That’s right, baby. Faster. Make me come. Swallow it. Give me what I need. Use your hand to pump it baby. We have plenty of time in the future for me to teach you how to fully take my cock down your throat. Your hand can suffice for now.”
She moaned and panted and brought her hand down my shaft as she sucked and licked as far as she could. I felt myself rising. Fuck. It felt good. My cock grew and pulsed to a throb that was almost unbearable to maintain. I felt an overwhelming surge of heat and lust, my balls heavy and ready to explode. Usually I would demand she slow down, but right then, I couldn’t wait to unload into her mouth. I didn’t want to control it. I needed it. I had been way too tense. And it had been way too long. I grabbed her head and let loose.
“Fuck,” I growled.
I didn’t let her move until she swallowed every last drop, and even then, I held her in place. I liked the look of her lips wrapped around my cock. The sight was picture perfect. I expelled every last morsel of cum from my balls, grabbing her hair tighter between my fingers. “Lick,” I ordered. “Lick my balls and every last drop of my cum.” Fuck if I almost felt like she had drained me of everything I had.
I let go of her head and looked down at her, noticing the panties lodged in between her beautiful ass cheeks in a sadistic, itchy thong.
She began to lift her head, and my cock slipped out, still semi-hard, even after all that cum. I was certain I would fuck her tonight. I had to have her.
“Stay,” I ordered, “until we have arrived home.”
She placed her head on my stomach, as I stroked her ass and her silken hair. I couldn’t understand the tenderness I was feeling towards her, but I did. I thought about the beauty of her playing, the passion she showed, her emotional eyes. I couldn’t look in them, so I kept her head pressed to my stomach.
I didn’t bother to lift my pants. She lightly kissed my stomach and I let her. Fuck if it didn’t feel good. My cock could not fully soften. She made me feel as if I were a teenager. All the tension I had been feeling was suddenly erased.
“You play beautifully,” I whispered and kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you,” she whispered back. “Thank you for encouraging me.”
I stroked her to soothe her, even though I knew she must be getting uncomfortable on her knees, hunched over, but she didn’t complain.
When we pulled into the driveway, I told her to get dressed. I did the same. I knocked on the privacy window, alerting Ralph to open it. “Ralph,” I said when he opened the window.
“Yes, sir,” he responded.
“Six thirty tomorrow. I have an early breakfast meeting. You will need to swing back to pick up Ms. Rose at eight. She will need to be ready for a nine o’clock meeting in my office.”
“Yes. Certainly, sir. That is no problem.”
“Thank you, Ralph.”
“After you, Victoria,” and I pointed to her door, instructing her to get out, as Ralph made his way out to open it for her.
I followed her into the house in silence. She stopped in the front entryway, shy, fidgeting as she often did, playing with her fingers, looking down. “Well,” she stumbled, “I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
I stepped closer into her, grabbed her chin and lifted her face, holding her to my stare. She exhaled, loud and shaky. It always made me smile to know the effect I had on her.
“I don’t think so. I’m tying you to my bed tonight. And that’s where I want you right now. Go lie down, naked. Spread yourself wide and wait for me.”
“But…” she stammered. “It’s a work night. Surely you want me well rested to be sharp and alert for the meeting tomorrow.” She sounded hesitant, worried about her job performance and yet, I could feel her excitement, her sexual energy.
“Do not worry, Victoria. I’m your boss, remember? There is no real meeting for you tomorrow at nine. I smirked. I’d like you under my desk tomorrow. That is the only place you need to be.”
She looked at me for answers, waiting for me to tell her it was just a joke, but I couldn’t have been more serious.
“To my bedroom,” I ordered, my tone shifting.
IMOGEN: THE SERIES Start the story FREE.
When he returned, I was stirring a chicken soup I had made, shivering, worried if he would be as gentle towards me as he had been before, and if my cooking would please him. I had wrapped a sheet around my body, having no clothes of my own.
When he didn't come into the kitchen, I found him seated in a brown leather chair in the living area, his head held in his large, competent hands. He did not rise when I entered, and I froze, wondering if I should speak or not. I noticed blood on his hands and wondered what in god's name it was from.
Finally, his gaze found mine, and I saw a deep sadness behind his eyes. He spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence between us. "Please go run me a bath, Imogen," he said slowly, trailing his eyes up and down my covered body. "Remove the sheet. You are not allowed to cover yourself at any time. I understand it must feel humiliating, but you are a slave now, Imogen. You are not allowed to do anything you're not instructed to do. They will want you naked, at their mercy, at all times." His body shifted. "I also happen to enjoy looking at your body. I haven't seen one so perfect in my entire life."
My feet kept me in place. He said things that made my belly twitch and tighten and yet, he was my captor, aloof and hard to read. I couldn't help but think of what would happen if I chose to disobey him.
When I saw him glare at me, I slowly removed the sheet that had given me some comfort. Any thoughts of disobeying this intimidating man vanished. I turned to go run his bath. I paused, "I made a soup, Sir. Do you mind if I turn it to simmer while I draw your bath?"
I couldn't believe my voice, my acquiescence to him. I'm not sure if fear or desire motivated me. But I had a strong pull not to disappoint this man.
"Thank you," he spoke softly. "You may do what you need to do before drawing my bath." He stood and began to undress himself, as he walked over to his bedroom. I tried not to stare at his tan skin, his masculine, strong frame. "I will leave my clothes on the chair in the bedroom for you to wash."
I scurried out, naked, and turned the soup down to a simmer. Satisfied, I walked over to the bathtub I had been in only a little while before, trying to remove the blood stains of my lost virginity. I bent over to turn the water on, and then he was suddenly there. I felt him move behind me, and I lost my breath. I felt his erection before I even had a chance to turn around. I froze again in place, immobile, waiting for instructions.
"Please," he spoke in almost a whisper. "Join me."
"I…" I stuttered. I was quaking again, and I wasn't exactly sure why. I didn't feel as if I was in any immediate danger, and then I felt the moisture between my legs, and I knew exactly why I trembled. I hated myself again for feeling this way, for not being able to control my body's reaction to his close proximity.
"You will be punished, Slave, if you continue to defy me, to hesitate. I will train you starting tonight. You will understand why I must very soon."
"I'm sorry," and tears flowed down my cheeks. "I've never been in a situation like this before, obviously. I am scared. I…" I didn't know how to finish. I yelled in my head: I shouldn't be letting you do this to me! I should be fighting you! But I didn't dare say it aloud.
"It's okay. Come here." And he actually took me into his arms and held me while I cried. His erection was pressing against my stomach. He was so tall, but he wasn't raping me and he easily could have. His actions were so confusing, so…kind and comforting and…terrifying.
When he didn't come into the kitchen, I found him seated in a brown leather chair in the living area, his head held in his large, competent hands. He did not rise when I entered, and I froze, wondering if I should speak or not. I noticed blood on his hands and wondered what in god's name it was from.
Finally, his gaze found mine, and I saw a deep sadness behind his eyes. He spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence between us. "Please go run me a bath, Imogen," he said slowly, trailing his eyes up and down my covered body. "Remove the sheet. You are not allowed to cover yourself at any time. I understand it must feel humiliating, but you are a slave now, Imogen. You are not allowed to do anything you're not instructed to do. They will want you naked, at their mercy, at all times." His body shifted. "I also happen to enjoy looking at your body. I haven't seen one so perfect in my entire life."
My feet kept me in place. He said things that made my belly twitch and tighten and yet, he was my captor, aloof and hard to read. I couldn't help but think of what would happen if I chose to disobey him.
When I saw him glare at me, I slowly removed the sheet that had given me some comfort. Any thoughts of disobeying this intimidating man vanished. I turned to go run his bath. I paused, "I made a soup, Sir. Do you mind if I turn it to simmer while I draw your bath?"
I couldn't believe my voice, my acquiescence to him. I'm not sure if fear or desire motivated me. But I had a strong pull not to disappoint this man.
"Thank you," he spoke softly. "You may do what you need to do before drawing my bath." He stood and began to undress himself, as he walked over to his bedroom. I tried not to stare at his tan skin, his masculine, strong frame. "I will leave my clothes on the chair in the bedroom for you to wash."
I scurried out, naked, and turned the soup down to a simmer. Satisfied, I walked over to the bathtub I had been in only a little while before, trying to remove the blood stains of my lost virginity. I bent over to turn the water on, and then he was suddenly there. I felt him move behind me, and I lost my breath. I felt his erection before I even had a chance to turn around. I froze again in place, immobile, waiting for instructions.
"Please," he spoke in almost a whisper. "Join me."
"I…" I stuttered. I was quaking again, and I wasn't exactly sure why. I didn't feel as if I was in any immediate danger, and then I felt the moisture between my legs, and I knew exactly why I trembled. I hated myself again for feeling this way, for not being able to control my body's reaction to his close proximity.
"You will be punished, Slave, if you continue to defy me, to hesitate. I will train you starting tonight. You will understand why I must very soon."
"I'm sorry," and tears flowed down my cheeks. "I've never been in a situation like this before, obviously. I am scared. I…" I didn't know how to finish. I yelled in my head: I shouldn't be letting you do this to me! I should be fighting you! But I didn't dare say it aloud.
"It's okay. Come here." And he actually took me into his arms and held me while I cried. His erection was pressing against my stomach. He was so tall, but he wasn't raping me and he easily could have. His actions were so confusing, so…kind and comforting and…terrifying.
Beyond the Rain
The leaves were crisp under her feet as she pushed the vines out of her way, walking to beat the sun’s departure. The day grew colder than she had expected, the path not nearly as travelled as it once was when she was just a child. A chill settled into her bones.
“Julietta. Watch out for the tree stumps,” she heard her mother’s warning voice somehow at the forefront of her thoughts all these years later. She had fallen down in these woods too many times to keep track. But one time, she had chosen to fall, willingly, swept up in sweet summer love and lust’s dark beauty.
It was dusk when she found it. She paused and removed her hood and brushed aside the debris covering the markings in the tree. A few salamanders scurried as if leaving a spot for her to sit, as if they knew she’d be coming. Same spot. Same time. Same ritual. Every year. He loved nature so, always careful not to hurt any of the myriad wildlife when they walked these woods together. It brought a small smile to her lips that the salamanders might remember him too.
She touched it, the naked bark, but for the J + M encircled with a heart around it, a memory of his voice and “I love the almond color of your eyes,” when they carved it together, he nineteen, she eighteen, that night where love didn’t know time. The night the birds had to close their eyes embarrassed. The night I love you seemed painted in the stars in the sky, where he pointed to the Big Dipper, her gaze following, and told her that when he died, he’d live there, looking down on her, waiting for her.
“Julietta. Watch out for the tree stumps,” she heard her mother’s warning voice somehow at the forefront of her thoughts all these years later. She had fallen down in these woods too many times to keep track. But one time, she had chosen to fall, willingly, swept up in sweet summer love and lust’s dark beauty.
It was dusk when she found it. She paused and removed her hood and brushed aside the debris covering the markings in the tree. A few salamanders scurried as if leaving a spot for her to sit, as if they knew she’d be coming. Same spot. Same time. Same ritual. Every year. He loved nature so, always careful not to hurt any of the myriad wildlife when they walked these woods together. It brought a small smile to her lips that the salamanders might remember him too.
She touched it, the naked bark, but for the J + M encircled with a heart around it, a memory of his voice and “I love the almond color of your eyes,” when they carved it together, he nineteen, she eighteen, that night where love didn’t know time. The night the birds had to close their eyes embarrassed. The night I love you seemed painted in the stars in the sky, where he pointed to the Big Dipper, her gaze following, and told her that when he died, he’d live there, looking down on her, waiting for her.
RUIN MY LIPSTICK:
A Poetry Collection
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Good Girls in Catholic Skirts
The devil had always
spoken to her,
whispered
in the early hours of her life.
Cast aside
self-imposed inhibitions
of good girls in Catholic skirts
hidden behind oak school desks
and books,
of crossed, long legs
and chewed Number 2 pencils,
of head-bands
and pony tails pulled too tight.
Years of moral engraining.
A+ student
trained by the ruler
and habits
worn atop too-white faces
and pursed thin lips.
Lured.
Dark thoughts
and inquisitive fingers
at bells toll.
Unbuttoned white oxford,
red lipstick,
rosy cheeks,
and rolled-up plaid
at tender belly button,
the charm of smooth, white thighs
and young, close-to-budding pink flesh.
Illicit duplicity.
Inside the church’s alcove, hidden,
the pigeons squawked
and the girl smiled with wide eyes.
She knew the truth of who she was.
With eyes rolled back
and body pushed against the brick,
the devil smiled his victory.
And she sighed into secrets
shared only between her and him.
The devil had always
spoken to her,
whispered
in the early hours of her life.
Cast aside
self-imposed inhibitions
of good girls in Catholic skirts
hidden behind oak school desks
and books,
of crossed, long legs
and chewed Number 2 pencils,
of head-bands
and pony tails pulled too tight.
Years of moral engraining.
A+ student
trained by the ruler
and habits
worn atop too-white faces
and pursed thin lips.
Lured.
Dark thoughts
and inquisitive fingers
at bells toll.
Unbuttoned white oxford,
red lipstick,
rosy cheeks,
and rolled-up plaid
at tender belly button,
the charm of smooth, white thighs
and young, close-to-budding pink flesh.
Illicit duplicity.
Inside the church’s alcove, hidden,
the pigeons squawked
and the girl smiled with wide eyes.
She knew the truth of who she was.
With eyes rolled back
and body pushed against the brick,
the devil smiled his victory.
And she sighed into secrets
shared only between her and him.
