Overworked

by Dark Angel

  As I race down the freeway, I wonder though, how long has she been up there? Has it been cold? Is she really okay and safe? I need to see her at least once to know that she is in fact okay. It may be the last time I see her again if she can't find it in her heart to forgive me, but I shake that thought from my mind because I can't afford the luxury of doubt at the moment. Things will work out, I just know they will. Because of me, she's been alone at some place in the wilderness. I have to get there as soon as possible and once I do, if I can get her back, I am never, ever going to let her from my sight again.

  Finally, I get there and I take in my surroundings. It's pretty isolated with not many cabins around, and it seems like virtually no one is here. These are vacation cabins but it isn’t exactly a season when a lot of people vacation. Lily has been up here, truly alone, going through I can only imagine what kind of heartache. Fuck. What am I going to say? How will she ever forgive me?

  With worried trepidation, I knock on the door but hear nothing. Dammit. If Nicole gave me the wrong address or something I'm gonna be furious.

  At last, Lily comes and opens the door. With one glance my way she says, "I'm going to fucking kill Nicole for this." And she goes to slam the door on my face.

  I stop it with my hand, she has no power against me. I just have to prove to her that she can trust me once again.

  "Lily, come on, I'm not going away. Just let me in."

  She knows I'm serious. She lets go of the door. "Do I have a choice?"

  I step back and give her space. "You've always had a choice." This gives her pause and she looks at me intently.

  I open the door and slowly approach her. She steps back as I move forward. Her small frame is wrapped in a large, black shawl and she looks hollow like there has not been much life in her.

  "Just tell me what you want."

  "Fuck, Lily. I made a mistake. A huge mistake, okay? I was . . . scared I guess of how deep things went so quickly. I'm used to being in control and I couldn't be in control of what was happening between us."

  Her face is expressionless as though she doesn't believe me. I try again, "I didn't sell the brownstone. After you left I didn't sell it. We're going to go with your sustainability model."

  "What?" She looks up, her eyes meeting mine and for a split second, I see a glimmer of hope.

  "I just...couldn't."

  She asks, "Is that why you came? To tell me that?"

  "Yes, but there's more. I didn't mean to fall in love with you, Lily. It just happened. I'm so sorry that I hurt you and I will never put you through that or any kind of pain again. I love you and I know that now. I can't live without you."

  I say this as I fall to my knees in front of her and I pull my mother's ring out my pocket and I hold it up to her. "Marry me? Please? I will never lose you again."

  Her eyes well with tears before a guarded expression comes over her face. "Did Nicole tell you? Is that why you're doing this?"

  "Tell me what? She just said where you were."

  "Is that all she told you?"

  "What else is there?"

  "I'm...I'm pregnant Sebastian."

  "What?" My mind is just blown. "Lily, that makes me so happy, like you wouldn't believe. But, I have to know one thing . . . will you please be my wife?"

  Tears stream down her face now as she realizes I'm asking not out of obligation because she's having my baby, but out of love. My heart has always been hers.

  "Is it real Sebastian? Are you real or is this a dream? Yes, yes, of course, I will marry you! I've missed you so much."

  I scoop her up in my arms. "It's not a dream, baby. I love you."

  I kiss her with urgency and at last, we're reunited. I put her down and place my hands on her tummy. "So, wait. We're having a baby?" I am just astonished and my wildest dreams are coming true. It's everything I never knew I wanted. She is mine, and I am hers, and the future is bright with our child. At once she has made me the happiest man on the planet and a father as well. I kiss her deeply and she kisses me back.

  “Let’s get you out of here,” I tell her. “I don’t want my woman all alone.”

  Part of me wanted to stay, but I also didn’t want to have Lily here. She belongs back in my penthouse. But I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of her. Well, in the car, I will only to keep her safe. But once I get her back to the penthouse, I want to devour every inch of her. I want to fuck her until she can barely breathe.

  I want her to come so hard that the only thing she remembers is my name.

  Lily

  Sebastian is wearing this incredible suit that I can’t help but notice intently when we hold hands and leave the cabins. I look at him, really look at him, because he’s just the most incredibly good looking man I’ve ever seen in my life. It isn’t a joke to say that he takes my breathe away. I want to stare at him forever. Well, I reflect as he drives us back to civilization in his Porsche, I want to do more than stare at Sebastian. I want to climb all over him and rub my body all over him. He makes me practically want to purr like I’m his little sex kitten. In some ways, that’s totally what I want to be. But I think we’ve both come to terms with the fact that we want that, and we both want more.

  We get into his penthouse, and the suit coat comes off. I feel a thousand times luckier than a kid at Christmas watching my perfect man take off his clothes. Then the shirt gets unbuttoned.

  I gasp as I look at his muscles. Yeah, that’s right. Gasp.

  I mean, of course, I’m in awe at him all the same—it’s hard not to be, after all. I much prefer him naked, though. No matter how expensive and nicely tailored a suit can get, nothing can beat the rippled muscles underneath his shirt.

  I fight against the urge to pinch myself. I know it isn’t a dream, but it all seems too perfect to be true. I have a job and my friends and both are secure for the time being. I was literally rescued by Sebastian and I also now have a Prince Charming. I guess happy endings are indeed a real thing. I’m glad that my happy ending is full of cum and spankings, and I hope you’re glad, too, because I know it has been quite a ride.

  Sebastian looks at me with an edge to his smile. He pushes me back gently and I lay back on the mattress, looking up at him with eagerness. Still grinning, he undoes his tie and takes it out of his collar, unrolling it without taking his eyes off of me.

  He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed, the tie in his hands. I immediately know what he wants, and something inside me pulses fiercely in anticipation. I extend my hands and he ropes the tie around them; he then makes me lift my arms and ties my hands to the bed’s overhead bar. I test his knot and try to break from it; there is no getting out, I’m his to do whatever he wants to. God, we haven’t even started properly and I’m already so wet it is almost ridiculous. I say almost because his body, and the way I feel when he touches me…I can’t be anything but soaking wet.

  Climbing on top of me, Sebastian kisses my forehead gently, then kisses the tip of my nose and my lips. It is the most tender he’s ever been and something about it makes me just shiver at the thought of how he’s treating me. Like I’m precious to him.

  “I love you, Lily,” he simply says, looking at me as if I’m the last woman on Earth.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper back. It’s such a simple thing to say, almost banal, but I still love the way these words feel in my mouth. All the other things he’s said to me…well, these are important words, too. Words that tell me that we can have it all.

  He runs his hands down my body, stopping on my hips I squirm slightly, knowing I’m his to do as he pleases. He unzips the back of my dress very slowly, the dark fabric of my thong already showing a wet patch. I sway my hips from side to side, almost begging for him to touch me there, but he doesn’t do it.

  His hand goes to my cheek, caressing it, and he brushes his thumb over my lips. I open my mouth as he does it, and he places his thumb inside my mouth. I suck on it, just a tease of what I can do to him. He runs his fingers down
my chin and straight to my cleavage, brushing his fingertips over the curve of my breasts and then continuing down to my stomach. There, he lifts my blouse and slides his hand underneath it, his warm touch against my skin making my throat dry with sweet anxiety. Instead of grabbing my breasts from under the straps of my dress, he takes his hands to my cleavage and, grabbing the fabric there, simply pulls on it and rips my dress apart. I wasn’t expecting it and I moan in surprise, my heart beating inside my chest like an old war drum. He takes his hands to my back and unhooks my bra, making it slide up my arms and pinning it against the overhead bar where the tie is knotted.

  I arch my back, feeling my chest heave as if I want nothing more than to feel his touch on my breasts, his fingers grabbing at my nipples. But, again, he doesn’t do it. He stands there, looking at me and running his fingers down the side of my body as I’m going completely crazy. If his plan is to make my head burst in anticipation, it’s working.

  He slides my black heels off my feet, gently putting them onto the floor. Then, as meticulously as he did that, he grabs what remains of my dress and pulls it down my legs. I lift my ass up, making it easier for him. Here I am, my arms tied to the bed and wearing only a thong, and still he hasn’t touched me. I can already feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs.

  Just fuck me already! I beg him mentally. Or kiss me or… Just touch me, please!

  Instead of doing that, he rises from the bed and, turning his back to me, crosses the room and opens a drawer. I can’t see what he’s doing, but when he turns to me he has two rolled ties in his hands and a truly mischievous look in his face, which tells me I’m in for one amazing night, whatever it is that he has in store for me.

  He unrolls the ties and, sitting at the foot of the bed, wraps each one of them around my ankles and ties them to the bar, my legs spread wide.

  “Sebastian…” I whisper, the sound of it almost like a moan as I squirm in place and find my movements very restricted. “I want you now.”

  He smiles at me, knowing he’s totally in control. “Patience, love. Goods things come to those who wait.”

  “But… I don’t wanna wait… I want you now…and I know you want me too!” Fuck, I’m truly desperate for his touch. My heart beats so loud in my chest I think it’ll simply end up exploding.

  He sits next to me, lowering his head so that his lips are just an inch away from mine. I try to lift my head and kiss them, but I’m tied tightly and can’t reach him. I lay here, neck craned out and parted lips, craving his mouth as he simply grins at me.

  “Someone’s very eager,” he says, resting one finger softly over my collarbone and making my skin prickle. Just one touch of his finger and I’m already going mad. He lets his finger slide down, stopping right on the valley between my breasts. I can feel my nipples pulsing, yearning for his touch. But he doesn’t touch them; he traces the contour of my right breast with his index finger, circling around it with only his fingertip smoothly brushing against my skin.

  I strain against the ties, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I can’t believe I’m in such a state when he’s barely touching me.

  I let a moan escape my lips as his finger goes over the curve of my breast and circles my rosy nipple without touching it. Then he goes down, going to my other breast and doing the same there. He leans into my breasts and relief washes over me as I think he’ll take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stops just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast is making me dizzy; I’m sure I’ll go insane if he doesn’t touch me soon. For how long will I be able to endure this?

  He takes his hands down my body, hooking the tip of his fingers on my thong. He grabs it gently and it seems that he will pull it down in an instant as he did with my blouse; instead, he simply lowers my thong a miser inch, revealing my tan line. He takes his lips there, brushing them softly against that white line of skin. I try to thrust my hips upward but it’s useless; I can’t move, and I’m at his mercy.

  “What do you want, love?” he asks me, taking his fingers up my belly and back to the base of my breasts. “You seem awfully impatient.”

  “Sebastian, please…” I half moan. “I want… I want it.”

  “Want what?”

  “I want you… I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me… Please…”

  “I will… If you behave.”

  “I will… I’ll do anything.”

  “Good girl,” he says with a smile, once more grabbing at my thong and pulling it down a few inches so damn slowly. Then, when I’m not expecting it anymore, he grabs at it and pulls it against my outer thigh, tearing it off of my expectant body in a brutish and quick motion.

  I can feel his eyes all over me, running from my lips to my heaving breasts, and finding their way between my thighs. He leans into me, laying his lips against my neck, kissing it up and down with so much softness you’d think my neck was made of porcelain. I close my eyes, feeling then the tip of his finger brushing over one of my nipples. It takes just that for me to moan as loudly as if he’s inside of me. If I’m already like this, I don’t even want to imagine what it'll be like to have his cock stretching my pussy. This is it, I’m sure I won’t survive the night.

  He kisses my chin and goes down to my neck again; this time he doesn’t stop there, though, continuing down to my collarbone and to the base of my breasts, laying gentle kisses around them in a maddening climb to my nipples. I can feel my muscles already twitching, my whole body electrified with the perspective of his tongue on my nipples.

  I moan as his tongue touches me, licking in circles around my nipples. When he flicks it at the cherry colored point, I almost think my head will split open; I purse my lips and close my eyes, inundated by a stream of delight.

  More, more, more!

  He lowers his head and fits my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers go down my belly and crawl down to my inner thigh. My hips sway of their own accord, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He takes his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my pussy, but never actually touching it.

  But then he does.

  He runs his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I can barely feel it, and yet, in such a way that I can’t feel much more than that. There is no pressure on his finger, it feels as light as a feather on me, but as it rubs against my clit it’s as if lightning has struck my body. I convulse, my limbs straining against the ties as I arch my back and thrust my hips upward as ecstasy slaps all my thoughts away.

  Sebastian presses hard against my pussy then, cupping it and pinning me against the mattress as I succumb to my orgasm. I didn’t know it was even possible to climax like this! It’s absolutely insane, and it only makes me want more. God, I’m hungry for his body, for his cock. It’s a good thing that he doesn’t release me from the ties, or else I would jump on him like some feral cat and claw at his crotch until I could grab his thick, 12-inch cock and ram it deep inside of me.

  Oh, yeah, right now I’m this crazy for him.

  “Sebastian…” I start, not even knowing what I want to say. “Christ, what was that?”

  “That,” he says, smiling at me and leaning in to kiss me, “is what I’d call being in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing.”

  “More,” I grin at him, licking my wet lips. “I want more.”

  “I live to serve, love,” he replies, pressing his mouth against mine. I let my tongue reach for his, violently dancing and flicking at it while I tilt my head from side to side. He stops the kiss when he grabs at my hair behind my head, forcing me to tilt it up and bare my neck to him. He kisses it, his mouth then jumping to my breasts and sucking hard on my nipples, all the slow tortuous teasing finally over. His hands squeeze my breasts hard, his touch sending flames of wanton desire down to my drenched pussy.

  I’m the wettest I have ever been in my entire life.

  I lift my ass up from the bed and rock my hips ag
ainst the mattress, calling his attention there, begging for his touch between my legs. His hand darts there in a fraction of a second, pinning me down as he cups my pussy, his thumb right above my clit. He presses down on it, rubbing it in circles and making me gasp.

  I want to grab his hand and make him finger me, but I’m helpless, all that I can do is moan and beg. Maybe he takes some pity on me, as he starts brushing his finger along my pussy, parting my lips as he does it. Then, in a flash, he slides one finger inside in a hooking motion. I gasp, choking down a loud moan, and he slides in one more finger as he keeps rubbing my clit.

  His fingers go in and out slowly at first, stretching and teasing, but they quickly up the pace, coming and going out of me so fast I can’t even tell when they are in or out. He pinches my nipples with the other hand, squeezing them hard between his thumb and index finger as he kisses with the same intensity a drowning man craves air. That fits me just fine, as I crave his lips even more.

  I start to push my pussy against his fingers, making him hook them even deeper inside me, and I keep going like that until I start to feel my whole body burn from the inside out, the fire of lust all-consuming and out of control. I come with a loud scream, my limbs flailing and struggling against the ties that bind them.

  Let me free. Lemme show ya how much I missed you. All I can think is that if he doesn’t let me free soon I’m going to start begging, I’m going to become so desperate that I won’t be able to stand it.

  He doesn’t do it, of course. Instead, he places his hands on my knees and pushes them to the side, clearing the way so that he can position himself between my legs, his face right above my pussy.