Overworked

by Dark Angel

  Have you thought about me, baby girl? Are you thinking about me now?

  I think about Lily, fist my cock, and keep pulling while jets of cum shoot through the water and down the shower drain. I groan hard, imagining touching her. My legs actually shake a little, but I don’t lose purchase with my palm still on the shower wall. Fuck, I came so damn hard. I must've shot out a gallon.

  I remember seeing her photograph and knowing so much innocence was captured on her face. I wanted to taste that innocence, to tame and break it.

  I want to see her look up at me from her knees. Look at this cock and see those eyes go wide again when she realizes that I’m going to have her.

  Every hole, hours of claiming her and covering her in my cum, her cum. Oh, I want to make Lily come so fucking hard she blacks out from the pleasure when we’re finally done. Then I’ll take her to the bath, clean her soft body, dry her off, lotion her up, and hold her tight in my arms until we wake up and do it again. I want to hold her all night like she’s a bird with a broken wing that I can’t let fly away.

  The soft scent of her, vanilla and lavender, is all around me, even though I’m using my own shampoo right now. The mint in the air, against the vanilla scent of her in my mind, tangles with my thoughts and I feel my cock hardening all over again.

  I ignore it, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. I finish washing up and towel off. I've been fine with the bachelor life for so long. Didn’t care that my relationships never went anywhere. That no one ever interested me. I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself if that changed.

  How would I ever find someone appropriate when I wanted Lily? Even if dating my young submissive could work, that’s not something I should do. I’m not good for her…she’s got this pure heart and likely thinks I’m a rich, evil billionaire.

  Of course, that’s all assuming that I could date Lily. I’m thinking about fucking her…and suddenly I want to feed her dinner? Date her? Have a future with her? I’m just about the clingiest fucking creep there’s ever been. Give me a day and I’m going to be thinking about getting her pregnant.

  Yeah…that offhand thought makes me almost choke. Christ almighty, I never thought I’d have a kid of my own. But Lily, I can’t write her future for her, shit.

  I need to give all of this insanity some mental space. Except I know I’m not going to do that. I send the text to her now…and I know that we’re both done for. I guess perhaps I am the evil rich asshole who has to have her. And I’ve come to accept that, because I know Lily wants me, too.

  I think about my last little display with her and I could fucking kick myself.

  I know she’s not mine, not forever, not yet, but I’d rather be without Lily than hurt her. I cannot fucking do something like that again. Teasing her is one thing, but giving her mixed signals isn’t going to work. Either I have her to fuck, or I have her forever.

  Lily

  I go home and almost the instant I arrive, I get another text from Sebastian. The words on the screen bore into my mind, as I’m still shaking with lust from how he punished me for being late.

  Dinner, tonight. Be ready at 5.

  I stand in front of my closet, paralyzed as I’m trying to figure out what to wear…and trying to figure out Sebastian. Why does he want me? He could have any woman in the world.

  Maybe I shouldn't question it. I want him desperately. No man has ever made feel the way Sebastian does. Now that I’m not in his presence, I start to let my own fears and anxieties creep in. He makes me feel so free when I’m with him but despite my connection I still feel, especially alone, like I barely know the man who holds my heart and future in his hands. A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts. It’s the same guy who brought me dinner the other night but this time he is carrying a garment bag and a shopping bag. He hands me the bags and envelope. I open it and there is a note from Sebastian. Wear only what I've given you.

  I open the bags to reveal a dress – black, lace, knee length…not something I would choose for myself. It is also backless, which is just going to make me feel...naked... I search through the bag and find shoes, stockings, and a garter belt. That’s it. There’s no bra and no panties. I am thrilled at the notion of dressing just for him, in just what he asks me to.

  At the bottom of the bag, I see another note with further instructions. Wait for me at the bar. I'll be watching.

  I style my hair and makeup carefully; it was different but I like the way I look. I slip on my stockings and heels and pull the dress over my head, standing gazing at myself in the mirror. I look like a woman. I turn and look at the back of the dress, my bare back exposed. I feel my nipples harden as they brush against the fabric. I make my way downstairs and into the car. The restaurant Sebastian chose for us is downtown. It isn’t the kind of place I'd ever been to, it was filled with trust fund babies and socialites. I walk up to the bar.

  “What can I get you?” The bartender smiles at me.

  I pause. The old me would have gotten water but tonight I am going to try something new. “A martini please, put it on Mr. King's tab.”

  The bartender smiles knowingly at me.

  A guy about my age is standing next to me and he says, “hey, you’re far too beautiful to be alone.” He looks vaguely familiar. I think I might have seen his face on a gossip blog? An actor on some show that I should be watching?

  “I'm waiting for someone,” I say and turn back to my drink.

  “He's got to be an idiot to leave you waiting.”

  I roll my eyes, look across the room, and see Sebastian.

  “I'm early.”

  “Sure you are, baby, you know you could do a lot better.”

  I take another sip of my drink. “I'm fine, thanks.”

  “Oh, come on! I bet this guy is some annoying nerd who spends all his time talking about his new app and is no fun at all. Now me, I'm lots of fun.”

  He reaches for my arm as Sebastian steps between us grabbing his wrist. I didn’t even see Sebastian come toward us and then suddenly he’s here!

  “Keep your hands to yourself.”

  The guy tries to yank his wrist away. “Do you even know who I am?”

  “Yes, I do,” Sebastian smiles at him. “You're nobody and you were just leaving.”

  “What do you—”

  Before he can say anything else, two bouncers show up and take him by the arms. The guy starts to protest as they drag him out.

  “I was handling it,” I say quietly even though I am glad that Sebastian is here and that he got rid of that creep.

  “Call me territorial.” He presses behind me at the bar. “But I don't like another man touching what's mine.” His fingers graze lightly against my spine, making me shiver. “Martini?”

  “Trying something new,” I say, my breath hitching in my throat as I take in the scent of him.

  “Did you like me watching you?” he whispers in my ear. “You know everyone was watching you when you walked in. All these men, they all want you, but you belong to me. “Do you like being the object of their desire? Do you like being the object of my desire?” His words run shivers along the base of my neck and down my spine, making my whole being pulse with need for him.

  “Yes. Yes,” I breathe. And just like that, the heat against my back is gone. “Come on, our table is ready.”

  I follow Sebastian up the stairs and to the dining room. It is candlelit.

  “Hello, Mr. King.”

  We seat ourselves. I don’t even pick up the menu.

  “Do you like lobster? The food here is excellent.” Sebastian offers this sentiment, but my mind isn’t on what I eat.

  “Then I'll have that.” I say nothing more, nor does Sebastian. We just gaze at each other.

  Our food arrives, and despite how distracted I am, I am absolutely savoring every bite. But once I swallow a few bites, and I see Sebastian go for another drink of wine, I can’t hold back my question anymore. “So, Sebastian, why?”

  “Why what?”
/>   “Why do you want me?”

  He actually looks surprised by something I said for the first time.

  “Surely you aren't unaware of your beauty.”

  I waited. “Is that all there is—”

  “You know it isn’t,” Sebastian says, and he looks actually ruffled right now. I've never seen him look anything but totally put together. “I like beautiful things Lily. I like you and you like me. I like the way you taste. I like that you care about people. Isn't that enough for you?”

  “I don't know...” I say honestly.

  He reaches across the table. “Lily, you're young. Surely you can't be looking for more than that. Before me you weren't even looking for that. What do you want, Lily?”

  “I want you, Sebastian.”

  His hand slides up my thigh and he calls for the check. We head out of the restaurant quickly, his hand on the small of my back until we head into his limo.

  Once we’re inside his car, I feel like I'm on fire for his touch. I can't wait to be used by him. Finally, his mouth is on me, first in a quick kiss and then in a flash, between my thighs. He pushes my panties aside. I'm already so soaking wet, and when he licks my pussy, he gets me even wetter. I’m gushing everywhere at the sensation of his tongue sweeping over my pussy. I’m a quivering mess beneath him.

  “So eager, aren't you?” Sebastian says. I feel myself blush as he runs the tips of his fingers along my slick lips.

  I want to moan but I try to stay quiet. “Can the driver hear us?” I whisper.

  Sebastian doesn't answer; he just buries his face between my legs. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my hips buck against his face. The fire inside me is burning white hot and bright. I know I should stop this, that this thing with Sebastian has already gone too far, but I want to touch the flame. I'm playing with fire and I don't care if I get burned.

  Sebastian

  Lily climbs into the limo and I am right behind her. She sits down on the leather seat and before the driver even gets the door shut I am on my knees in front of her. I hook my fingers behind her knees and pull her hips closer to me, my chest pressing against hers and pinning her back into the seat. My mouth finds hers just as I hear the door shut, my tongue seeking out her own. Her lips part for me and I trace them with my tongue. The tip of her tongue grazes against mine gently, coaxing me into her mouth. I kiss her deeply, our tongues swirling together, tasting and exploring. I slide my hands up her legs inside her dress, massaging her thighs. My thumbs trace along the crook of her thigh, careful not to touch her pussy just yet. Her body begs to be taken on the spot, and I have to resist the urge to hold her down and fuck her here and now. Her arms wrap around my neck, her knees rising up to squeeze my waist.

  Pulling myself away from her sweet mouth, I slip one of my hands back out of her dress and move it up her body until my fingers sit in the curve of her neck, my thumb under her chin to hold her face up. I lean back, letting my eyes feast on the sight before me, her dress hiked up to expose her pale thighs. Her nipples are hard, clearly visible through the fabric of the dress. My eyes move up over the curve of her throat. Her lips are swollen and pink from the force of my kiss, slightly parted and wordlessly begging for more. Her eyes also move over my body, lingering on the hard-on pressing against the inseam of my pants. I move the other hand up her body as well, pinching one of her nipples through the fabric of the dress, watching her reaction.

  She bites into her lip at the sensation of my fingers. I pinch a little harder, causing her hips to twitch, her legs to tighten. She looks up. Her eyes and her hands find me, moving over my abs and up my chest, gripping my shirt. Her eyes flit over my shoulder for just a second, surprise showing on her face. She looks back at me and I grin. I realize that in my single-minded desire to taste her, I didn’t ask the driver to put the partition up. Well, I assume he’ll enjoy the show. I put my hands on Lily’s hips and lean into her again, running the tip of my tongue up her throat and flicking it against her chin. I nibble on the side of her neck gently, pressing her hips closer to me and grinding against her, letting her feel my cock through my pants. Her arms circle my neck, one hand gripping my hair as she moans softly.

  Her back arches, pushing her against my chest, her hips moving into me, pussy rubbing up against the front of my pants. As I continue to bite and kiss her neck, I slip my fingers inside her dress and rub against the lips of her pussy gently. It is already slick and swollen, eagerly awaiting my touch. The power I feel over her when she so eagerly responds to me is intoxicating. I continue to tease her for a few moments, loving the way she shivers and moans at my every touch. I lift my head to capture her lips in a kiss once more, moaning against her mouth. My fingers dip into her pussy for just a moment, and then slide lower, my middle finger teasing her asshole. As I sink my finger into her ass up to the first knuckle, her shaking legs try to spread more, her hips tilting up to give me better access. I bite her bottom lip gently.

  “Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth and then sink my finger in almost all the way. I curl my hand against her, my palm flat against her clit. I watch her face as I grip her ass and pussy, grinding against her clit with the heel of my hand as my finger moves inside her. She moans loudly, and then bites down on her lip and blushes, no doubt remembering the existence of the driver just feet away from us. I rock my hand back and forth against her.

  “Say my name, Lily.”

  “Sebastian!” she gasps quietly, barely more than a whisper.

  “Louder!” I say, reaching up to pinch her nipple as I work her pussy with my other hand.

  “Sebastian!” she moans, shuddering against me.

  “Good girl,” I say. Those two words make her moan even louder, making my cock throb.

  When I pull my hand out from under her skirt she whimpers softly. I rub the palm of my hand against her lips.

  “Taste,” I say, smearing the juices that had collected on my hand against her mouth. Her tongue eagerly laps against my skin, licking my hand clean. I smile at her and crush my lips against hers once more, tasting her pussy on her mouth and tongue.

  I roughly force the hem of her dress up over her hips and then lift her legs up until her heels rest on the edge of the seat. My lips graze her knee and then travel down, my hand following on the other side. When my tongue reaches the spot where her leg meets her pussy, I trail my tongue along her skin teasingly. She throws her head back against the seat and moans fully, her eyes closing. I put my fingers on either side of her pussy, pulling her lips aside, opening her enough to see her clit and her entrance. I admire her for just a moment, the way the pink flesh has become dark and swollen, her clit enlarged. Her pussy is literally dripping, awaiting my tongue. I put my tongue against her asshole and lick all the way up with a slow, light stroke. One of her hands grips my hair. I look up at her face and see the way her eyes beg for more.

  “Play with your nipples.”

  She uses her free hand to pull the edge of her dress down, exposing her tits. Her fingers slide up over one mound, reaching the hard nub. She circles one finger around it gently, and then flicks it with her fingertip before pinching hard enough to darken her nipple and tugging. I flick my tongue over her clit several times as a reward for her obedience, making her hips buck against my face. She gives another loud moan, her other hand reaching up to play with her other nipple. By now I’m sure the driver is having a very hard time focusing on the road with Lily’s perfect tits on display in the rearview mirror.

  I go back to the teasing strokes I was using before, just before my middle and ring finger slide into her pussy. A shiver rolls down her spine as she bites down on her lip and groans. Holding them there, I hook my fingers inside her and rub against her walls, making her gasp, all the while still gently tasting her pussy with my tongue.

  Finally, I begin to circle my tongue around her clit with more pressure, making her sigh. Her pussy is beginning to soak my hand, the juices collecting in my palm and running down my wrist. My mouth closes around her cl
it so I can suck on it, pulling it out further. My tongue runs along it as I vary the pressure, sucking hard and then gently over and over. She begins breathing hard and squirming against me, her hips rocking against my face. My free hand grips her leg to hold her in place. As I work my tongue against her clit, I feel her body begin to tense up. The moans that were falling freely from her lips quiet. Her breathing gets harder, and I can tell she is getting close to coming. I continue to suck and tongue her pussy, and then begin to stir her inside with my fingers, curling and straightening them repeatedly against her inner walls.

  Her body shakes and one moan forces its way past her lips. Her hands squeeze her tits hard as she remains as still as possible and tries to hold back her orgasm. I lift my head away from her clit for a moment, my fingers still moving.

  “I did not say you could stop playing with your nipples.”

  She whimpers softly, looking down at me with torment in her eyes. Nodding, she pinches her nipples again, rolling and tugging on them gingerly as if anything harder would set her immediately over the edge. I close my mouth over her clit again, giving her no mercy. After several flicks over her swollen clit, she starts to squirm even harder than before, her thighs clamping around my face.

  “Please… Sebastian… Can I come?” she says to me, her voice coming out as a desperate whine.

  I shake my head as I continue to suck on her clit. I hold my fingers and tongue still to give her a fighting chance at obeying me, but I feel her clit start to twitch and throb in my mouth. She cries out with the effort of holding back her orgasm. I give her clit one little flick with my tongue and she shouts again, forgetting all about our one-man audience in the front seat now, fully focused on the sensations in her body. Her feet slip off the seat and she puts her legs over my shoulders, feet crossed behind my back. Her legs clench hard as she does her best to fight against climax.

  When I am sure that the slightest of sensation would push her over the edge, I push her legs away and move to the side, my fingers still buried in her. She gasps in surprise, still playing with her nipples as ordered, but confused about what is going to happen next. Her face is a mixture of relief at not being tortured by my tongue any further, and disappointment that I have moved away. My free hand unbuttons my sleeve, rolling it up to my elbow. I touch her face gently and then whisper in her ear.