by René, Dani
I want to lash her, to see her creamy skin redden with welts. I wish for more, but scenes take time to develop. I move to untie Chance’s hands, which fall at his sides. He reaches up to grip Cayleigh’s hips, holding her steady.
“I’m going to come,” he grunts, his eyes flutter closed as pleasure is written on his face. He stills her with tension ripping through his muscles. Veins pop on his forearms, and now I want to see him pleasure me with those tanned fingers.
Chapter 9
Chance
“I’m going to come,” I grunt as pleasure shoots through me. Every nerve in my body is alive and electric. Oliver reaches for my cock, stroking against Cayleigh’s wet pussy, causing my spine to tingle as my release empties all over my stomach, overflowing onto her smooth cunt.
I open my eyes to find those big hazel eyes peeking at me under her dark lashes. She’s smiling down at me, her body still shaking from the heightened pleasure she’s just experienced. I don’t know what Oliver plans next, but I can’t focus on anything other than his hand on my pulsing dick.
“Cayleigh, your turn on the mattress,” Oliver tells her as he wipes her with a soft towel. I’m not sure where he’s found it, but I don’t care. All I need now is to feel him inside me. My ankles are released from their bindings, and the sweet girl takes my place.
Her legs splay, and I’m met with her beautiful cunt, which is wet and pink.
“You know what to do,” Oliver tells me, watching from beside the bed. A glance in his direction tells me he’s enjoying the show because he’s solid steel. His cock is hard, rigid, and I’m hungry to devour him. To be honest, I want them both.
I turn to Cayleigh. Leaning between her spread thighs, my mouth latches onto her sweet pussy, and my tongue delves into her wetness when I feel the dip of the bed behind me. Oliver’s hands are on my ass, massaging me, opening me to his heated stare. It’s as if he’s burning a hole through me with a mere glance.
“I’m going to fuck you, Chance,” he tells me with a low, raspy tone. Cold liquid trickles over my ass, and his fingers circle the tight ring of muscle, causing my cock to jolt, awakening it to half-mast.
He continues his ministrations, and I continue lapping at the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted. My fingers dip into her, feeling her pulse around both digits as I finger her to the edge. Then slowing down and torturing her with nothing more than my tongue flicking her hardened little nub as my fingers taunt her tight opening.
Her hips rise in an attempt to get more friction where she needs it. Pulling away, I glance up at her as I feel Oliver’s fingers slipping into me. Two fingers scissor me open slowly, gently. I didn’t think this man could be capable of being so tender.
But I need more.
I want him inside me. Pushing back, I groan as he slips a third finger inside while his other hand cups my balls, squeezing just enough to cause me a wince of pleasured pain that sends heat sizzling through me.
“Please, just fuck me,” I beg, forgetting my manners because I’m far too gone to even think about calling him Sir. He releases my sac, bringing his palm down harshly on my ass cheek. “Please, Sir,” I moan as I ride his fingers, trying to get him to lose control. But this is Oliver Michaelson; he doesn’t allow himself to lose control.
His fingers are removed, and I’m about to beg him again when I feel the head of his cock nudge my opening. Closing my eyes, I suckle Cayleigh’s clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth as Oliver’s cock inches into me. Even though he’s moving slow, I feel fuller than I ever have before.
He’s thick. Long. And so hard it feels as if he’s shoving a steel dildo inside me. Once his hips are against my ass, he stills.
“Fuck,” he groans low and almost menacingly as he gives me time to adjust. Or perhaps it’s him who needs time to adjust. When he finally moves after long moments, I’m lost in pleasure as I continue devouring Cayleigh, her whimpers and mewls mixed with Oliver’s deep growls behind me have me losing myself to the pleasure.
A harsh spank lands on my ass, left, then right, and on and on, until I’m hard again. Oliver grabs my cock, stroking me fast as he fucks me from behind. Our bodies are moving in unison as Cayleigh whimpers she’s about to come. Her body is shaking beneath me when I slip three fingers deep inside her and press against that spot at the front of her mound, causing her to squirt all over my mouth, tongue, and hand.
Her flavor is sweet. There’s a slight musk to it, but it’s beautiful, sexy, and her thighs tremble on either side of my head. Oliver’s moving so fast I can’t think straight.
“I’m close.” My voice is ragged and broken as he causes my body to lock along with his. His cock thickens inside me; his hand tightens around my cock, causing me to spurt white-hot release all over the mattress.
Oliver’s heat fills me, and I’m sure there’s no longer a reason for me to walk away. I want this man. No matter what he tells me, I know he wants me too.
* * *
“What happened after?” Peyton’s voice is high-pitched over the line as I inform her about my night with Oliver. I’ve kept out the details, but I needed advice from my sister about how I tamper down my feelings for the man who claims he can’t love.
“Well, we cleaned up, and he sat with us to see how we felt. I guess his idea of aftercare.” Shrugging, I sip the coffee that’s still too hot while I wait for my sister to respond.
“Oliver is broken,” she confesses. “He may come across as being in control, but there’s something about him that’s always made me feel as if he needs someone to break down those walls.”
“Maybe someone broke his heart, and he doesn’t want to go through that again,” I offer. “I mean, I understand that.”
“But you’re feeling something more for him. Aren’t you?” Her question stills me for a moment before I nod to myself. I am. I can’t deny it. At first, I figured it was just because he was unattainable, and I wanted one night with him. But something changed. It has become so much more.
“Maybe.” I try to seem nonchalant, but my sister is perceptive, and she knows me far too well.
“Come on, Chance,” Peyton sighs. “I’ve known you all your life. You can’t hide anything from me.” I can’t help but grin at my sister. She’s always been there for me.
“Fine, yes, I’m allowing my feelings to get in the way of this.”
“Be careful,” she warns in a loving tone, and I know she’s not trying to upset me, but my chest tightens when I realize I could want more from Oliver, and it may be something he can’t offer me. “I know you’re all grown up now, but you’re still my brother, and I worry about you.”
“You have no reason to worry. I can take care of myself.”
She sighs, and I can’t help but smile because my sister has always acted like she’s the mom between the two of us; even though we’re pretty much the same age.
“Look, you have the kids to worry about,” I point out with a chuckle. And just then, as if on cue, one of the girl’s screeches over the line.
“Fuck,” Peyton hisses into the speaker, causing me to laugh out loud. “I have to go. If you need anything—”
“Go look after the girls. I’ll see you soon.” I hang up before she has time to admonish me for dismissing her. Setting my phone on the counter, I gulp down the now cold coffee. I know she’s right. But I feel as if I can get through to him. Perhaps I can make him see we could work.
The shrill beep of a message coming through makes me jump. When I pick up my phone, I find Cayleigh’s name on the screen. Opening the app, I read through her words and smile. She’s a sweetheart.
I type out my response before heading to the bedroom to get ready to meet with her. She’s asked to meet for coffee, which makes me curious as to what she wants to talk about. I wonder then if she’s asked Oliver as well, or if this will just be us.
Chapter 10
Oliver
The office is silent when I enter after my meeting downtown. I have a man to find, and I need to ask C
allan if he’s able to assist. Carrick’s brother has offered me his services if needed, and he’s good at what he does. There’s no mercy on his part, and that’s what I admire. In this business, offering compassion to these assholes is not what I do.
I pull my cell phone from my pocket and press dial on his number. Three rings and his voice comes from the other end of the line. “Oliver,” he says in his thick Irish accent.
“Callan, I have a client who needs our help. Are you up for a job?” I question. Settling in my office chair, I glance out the window finding the sun still high in the sky. Summer is one of my favorite seasons, mainly because I get to see beautiful women dressed in next to nothing.
My office door glides open, and Teresa strolls inside with a small smile on her face. She’s new. I hired her a week ago, but she’s learning what I enjoy. Her slight frame is draped in a yellow summer dress, and by the peaks at the bodice, she’s obeyed my order and is not wearing a bra.
Her tits are small but perky, and my cock jolts at the sight. Crooking my fingers, I call her closer and watch as she slowly nears my desk. I point at the chair, wordlessly ordering her to sit, which she does.
“I’m up for anything. You know that.” Callan’s voice comes through the receiver, and I can’t help smiling because I knew he’d take on any job I offer.
“Great. I’ll email you the details. And Callan . . . No mercy on this one. I want all the dirt.” My voice is low as my sweet little Teresa blushes at my staring.
“Will do. Thanks, Oliver.” He hangs up before I can respond.
Setting my phone on the desk, I rise, shrugging off my jacket. “How are you today, pet?” I question as I hang the suit jacket on the back of my chair.
“I’m fine,” she whispers, causing me to turn my gaze on her again. Her hands are twisting around each other in her lap, and I wonder if she’s not wearing any panties either.
“You’ve been a good girl, I see.” I gesture with my chin toward her tits.
Her cheeks darken with a rosy shade, which makes me smile. “I did. Also,” she murmurs as she rises, pulling the hem of her dress along up her thighs. When she reaches her hips, I notice her sweet little cunt is bare.
“Well.” I smile. Stepping closer to her, I allow my hungry gaze to trail along those creamy thighs, landing on the slit she’s shaven, leaving a small patch of dark hair just above where her clit is probably pulsing at the fact that she’s flashing me. “That’s a rather lovely view,” I tell her, noticing movement at my office door.
I know who it is without looking at her. I focus on this stunning woman who’s making my cock hard. “Thank you, Sir.” She blushes again. Lowering her dress, she sits back down on the chair, and I lift my gaze to the doorway.
“Are you going to stand there watching me, or would you like to come inside and join the fun?” I question Cayleigh. She’s open to trying new things like last night with Chance, but this may be just out of her area of limits.
“Sure.” She nods with a smile as she shuts the door behind her. When she nears me, I reach for her, slipping my fingers through her hair, tugging her chocolate locks toward me. Her lips part on a gasp as I lean in, allowing my lips to whisper along hers.
“You’ve just had a coffee,” I tell her, licking along the plump, pink flesh of her mouth. “I like that,” I tell her. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I allow her to suck on it until my cock is jolting with need. I want to feed her my dick.
“Sir.” Teresa’s soft voice alerts me she’s still in the office. “Shall I go?”
“No.” Pulling Cayleigh to my desk, I push her face down along the smooth surface and whip her skirt over her ass. She’s wearing a tiny pair of white lace panties, which I grip in my fist and rip from her body. “Eat her pussy.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” I tell the shy girl. “Unless you need me to cane your pretty little ass.”
She rushes as she kneels behind Cayleigh whose legs are spread enough to get to her pretty cunt. I watch as Teresa’s tongue snakes out and licks along Leigh’s smooth little pussy, which makes me want to stroke my cock, but I hold back, as I watch the scene unfold before me.
“Oh god,” Cayleigh whimpers when the girl leans in farther, her hands holding onto Cayleigh’s thighs as she goes to town, eating pussy like it’s part of her job. Well . . . It sort of is. I watch as my submissive is reaching her peak when I grip the brown hair of Teresa and tug her backward.
“Enough.”
“Please, Sir,” Cayleigh begs, but I ignore her.
“Thank you, Teresa, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dismissing the pretty girl, I shove her toward the door before turning my attention to Cayleigh. “Stand.” She obeys me, turning to face me. “I want you to tell me what you desire. Delve into that mind and give me your darkest fantasy.”
I round the desk and settle in my chair once more. I know what Leigh wants, but I need her to voice it. I need the words before I ever enact her need.
She watches me for a moment before sitting in the chair opposite my desk. I don’t look at her; instead, I send Callan the email I promised. The sooner he can get on that job, the better. I’d like to have this asshole behind bars before tomorrow night comes.
I promised his wife he’ll be locked away for a very long time, and knowing Callan, he’ll ensure I have the evidence I need to make it happen.
“I have many fantasies,” Cayleigh finally admits.
Nodding, I respond, “I know.” I sit back and cast my gaze on her. “But there’s one, in particular, I want you to tell me about.” She flushes red, and I realize she’s probably never told anyone about it.
I’ve found over the years it’s not an uncommon fantasy among women. Yes, there are some who would be triggered by it, but there are those who need it. They crave it — a man taking advantage.
“Does your pussy get wet when you think about it?”
She lowers her gaze, which makes my palm twitch to spank her. I want her eyes on me, but I don’t force the issue. She needs to come to terms with her needs. This is why I do what I do. Women and men are so scared to be honest about their desires. I’m here to coax it out, to show them it’s not shameful. There’s something beautiful about dipping into the darkness and enjoying something others don’t.
“When you spread your legs at night and rub your cunt, do you come thinking about it?” My voice is raspy when I question her again, causing her to snap her beautiful eyes to mine.
“I do.” She nods slowly, ashamed of what her needs are, and it frustrates me. I want to bend her over and whip her ass with my belt to make her see there’s nothing to feel guilty about.
“Then tell me, Cayleigh. We’re both adults here. I can give that to you. Fulfill your fantasy in a safe environment.” Steepling my fingers, I rest my elbows on the desk, pinning her with a curious gaze as I wait for her.
“I want . . . God, this is stupid.” She sighs. “I want a CNC scene.” Her words fall from her mouth in a rush, and her cheeks turn bright red.
“Consensual non-consent,” I say the words outright so she can agree. I’ve done this a few times. Allowed the submissives to find the pleasure they need within this type of scene, and normally I wouldn’t do it with a day-old submissive, but I’ve known Cayleigh since she arrived from London. “And that’s what you want to experience?”
“Yes, I do.” She straightens her back. Her gaze meets mine as she lifts her chin in confidence. Surprising me as I didn’t think she’d have when admitting her desires. Even though she’s still blushing, she’s smiling. “I want that scene, Oliver. But it must only be us.”
“Fine.” I nod. “Just us. Tonight, you’ll be at home. You’ll wear what you normally wear to bed.” Sitting back, I cross my ankle over the opposite knee while I take her in. “And you’ll not know when I will arrive.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go.” She rises with a small grin and leaves me to think about how I’m going to do this. I should do it at the club,
in one of the back rooms, but that’s not realistic at all. No, tonight I’ll show Cayleigh how much pleasure can be found in pain.
* * *
Shrugging on my jacket, I take one last look in the mirror. Seeing the man I’ve become, I would never have expected to be wearing a suit and tie, going to work every day where I own two lucrative companies and have men and women at my beck and call.
My younger years were filled with so much darkness that there are times I look at my life now and realize I worked so hard to get where I am today. As a teenager, I was nothing more than a lazy youngster with nothing ahead of me, nothing to look forward to.
My father and I were always at odds. He would shout and scream, telling me I would regret my laziness. And one day it finally hit me, the idea of never getting out of the small town I lived in. I felt claustrophobic, and I knew I had to do something.
Over time, I realized my father was afraid of me never making a name for myself. One of the seven deadly sins had me in its feral grip, holding on so tight I wasn’t sure it would ever let me go.
Sloth.
I lazed around the house every weekend. I didn’t go out and enjoy life, but I had an excuse. I was bullied. I didn’t want to face people, but the more my father forced me from the house, the more I realized if I could get out of the one-horse town, I’d be okay.
Nobody knew me when I got to college. Nobody taunted me because I wanted to spend the night with a guy instead of a busty blonde or brunette. But it was only when I met Paolo did things change.
The pleasure that coursed through my veins having a beautiful, naked woman and a handsome, naked man bending to my will. It’s how my Dominant side rose and awoke.
It was all I needed to find out who I was finally. And I didn’t let go. I gripped it with both hands, holding tight to the need living inside me.
Now, as I make my way down to the garage, I feel pride settling in my chest. This is all my hard work paying off. It may have taken years to come, but when it arrived, I knew I would never let success go. I would never be that youngster lying on the sofa, not wanting to work toward goals.
