She grabbed it at long last and I phoned Ralph. “We’ll be right down.”
* * * * * * * *
We talked a little on the ride. I could tell she was concerned. She kept biting her lip, twisting her fingers in her lap.
“Hey. Why are you so nervous?”
She looked over at me, and I wanted to kiss her so badly. I wanted to devour her, lick her entire face. Bite her. Possess her. Her eyes. She looked so…lost. So in need of soothing.
“I haven’t been able to play in quite some time. What if I’m not good? What if I freeze or can’t remember how to play? Oh William. I’ve missed my music. Nothing in my life has been going well. And suddenly…”
I grabbed her hand in mine and kissed her knuckles. It was a reflex and the minute I did it, I wish I hadn’t. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but it was too late. She drew in her breath, and I was drawn to the swell of chest, her milky skin teasing me.
She was on edge. I knew she was wet, and I almost couldn’t control the swell of my cock. I had to stop this. I had made a decision. She was not the right fit for me, for my sadistic ways, for my needs. I had made a vow, and I withdrew, looking straight ahead. “Victoria, you’ll never know unless you try. Somehow I think Mark wants to see more than your piano playing.”
“What? No.” She paused, inhaling deeply to look at me. “What about you, William? What do you want to see?” She blinked uncomfortably and bit her lip.
“I’ve seen you, Victoria…all of you. Have you forgotten?” Oh shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I was getting harder just thinking of her moaning, her begging, her responsiveness…her virginity, which I had stolen.
She boldly continued. “And you didn’t like what you saw? You don’t care if he sees me in that way?”
I ignored her question. Oh I fucking cared. That was the problem. “So, how did you come to love music so much? Tell me about it.”
She sighed, and I saw her sink back into her seat. I wasn’t sure if she was holding back tears, but I had to give her credit, she didn’t cry. And I was grateful in that moment, because I don’t think I could have resisted soothing her, kissing her, fucking her until she screamed my name.
“Tell me. We’re almost there.”
She whispered. “My grandfather. He played all kinds of music. He played the violin, the banjo and guitar. He even played the ukulele. But it was the piano I loved to hear him play. And somehow his gene was passed onto me. I loved to play too. He left his piano to me when he died. He had no money to speak of, but he had that piano, and he made sure it was mine.”
“Where is it? The piano? Do you still have it somewhere?”
“I had to sell it to make ends meet.” A deep sadness spread across her face as she spoke. “But when I find a place to play, I play for him, for his memory. I feel him in me through music.”
God. I felt bad. “How did he…”
Ralph interrupted my question. “We are here, sir. Should I alert Mark?”
“Yes, thank you, Ralph.”
I was grateful for the interruption. Jesus. I really cared. I really wanted to know her past. I really wanted to know everything about her life. Somehow the tragedy of it echoed mine.
She looked up at me, blinking through her long lashes. “You don’t have to stay. I appreciate you taking the time to take me here. But, I know you have better things to do. Olivia isn’t it? Will she be waiting at the house for you?”
“I want to come in. You are ever the jealous one. And no. Olivia and I have limited dates together.”
Mark was sitting at the bar with his friend, Stephen, who also happened to be his bartender. His eyes lit up when he saw Victoria. He wasn’t so keen to see me.
He came over and kissed Victoria on the cheek, lingering a bit longer than I would have liked, and then looked my way. “Hey William. I’ve got it from here if you need to go home. I’ll take her back. She’s the last audition.”
“Did you have a lot of people show?” I asked, ignoring his ploy to get her alone.
“I don’t’ know.” He called over to his bartender. “Stephen, what would you say? Fifteen? Twenty?”
Stephen nodded.
“One guy blew us away, but I need two players. I’m dying to hear you, Victoria. You certainly look the part.”
Slimy fuck.
“Thank you,” Victoria said sincerely. “I think that’s a compliment?” she asked shyly.
He winked over at me and drew her aside by the elbow, whispering to her.
“I’ll take a scotch. Single malt. Whatever you have.” I sat at the bar.
“Glennfiddich okay?”
“Sure,” I replied.
When I looked up, Victoria had undone her hair and sat by the piano. Mark leaned against it and handed her a sheet of music.
As Victoria found herself lost in the music she played, Mark approached me.
“Holy shit, William. She’s good. Too good to just play bar tunes for fuck’s sake. Where did you say you found her again?”
I was irritated. I was beyond irritated. I gulped my Glennfiddich, motioning for Stephen to pour me another. I couldn’t fathom why I was so fucking aggravated. And I couldn’t let Mark know. I simply said, “Yeah. She’s good. But it doesn’t pay the bills.”
“Well it could. Jesus. Look at how lost in the music she is. She could probably sell out an auditorium if she had the right agent or something. She isn’t even playing the music I gave her anymore. This is way above what I need from her.” He paused, and when I looked at his face, I saw it. He was falling for her. Falling hard. And who wouldn’t be? Her whole body sang as she played, flushed, alive, not unlike the times we fucked.
I didn’t know the music she was playing but I felt it, a sadness, an acuteness that stabbed at me. I felt emotions I hadn’t felt in years, emotions I’m not sure I’d ever felt. Goose bumps welled up under the hair that stood to attention on my arms. Her eyes were closed as the somber melody sucked the air right out of the room. Her eyes opened, wet, glossy, brimming with an intensity that was about to bubble over. She turned to look over her shoulder through strands of blonde hair and when our eyes met, her pink, swollen lips parted and I watched the flush deepen across her face and chest. She was just fucking amazing. There was no other way to describe it. I felt lost for a second, ungrounded. I needed footing and fast. I felt dizzy.
My irritation level went through the roof. I swallowed my second drink far too quickly. I knew I had to get out of there before I did something stupid. “You want to take it from here?” I asked him.
He seemed mesmerized, as if he didn’t hear me. He just stood there, staring in her direction. She continued to play.
“Hey, Mark. You want to drive her home? I need to go.” I was so agitated, I almost spat.
“Oh…yeah…sorry…of course,” he stammered. “I mean. I know you have always said not to get involved with co-workers, but William, man, I like her.”
Fucking prick.
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. Sh
e 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.
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