by Mia Asher
“Goddamn, Blaire.”
He wraps his hands in my hair and thrusts harder and harder. Lifting his hips, he drives his cock farther into my mouth, fucking my mouth, owning my mouth, and I take him. I take him until I choke and pull him out, breathing heavily. After I wipe my chin off, I taunt him as I let the tip of my tongue trace the contour of his cock. “Is that all you’ve got, Lawrence? Stop being such a fucking gentleman and fuck my mouth. Make me want to fuck you like an animal. Use me.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “That’s enough.”
Lawrence helps me up, and I watch the way his cock shines, wet from my mouth. Knowing what he tastes like, sweet musk and salty sweat, makes me want him even more.
I need to feel him inside of me, so I reach out for him with my arms. “Stop staring at me, and fuck me.”
He stops me with his hand. “No. Take this off first,” he says gruffly as his finger caresses the material covering my shoulders. “Let me see you.”
As soon as his request infiltrates my ears, the small hairs on my arms stand up. Staring at him, an inferno in his eyes they burn so brightly, I push the dress off my shoulders. I feel the dress slip from my arms and torso down to the floor, leaving me completely exposed to Lawrence’s appraisal. In nothing more than a simple yet elegant black lacy thong, I stand there watching him watch me as he grabs his length and begins to stroke himself, admiring my body.
He’s not the only one.
As he fucks his own hand, I absorb his unforgiving beauty. If I thought he was perfection wearing a suit, a naked Lawrence is magnificent. Wide and strong shoulders meant to carry the world. Perfectly toned muscles to pick you up and fuck you against the wall. Skin the color of honey. And his beautiful cock.
Lawrence is all man and nothing in between.
He circles me as though he is admiring a work of art. “Bend over the bed and spread your legs wide, Blaire,” he orders.
I follow his instructions.
I walk toward the bed, place my hands on the expensive duvet that feels cold to the touch, and bend over. I stare ahead at the window filled with the lights from the city and wait for his next move.
A mixture of lust and anticipation makes lava run through me, and I feel as though I’m burning from the inside out. I’m about to turn around when I feel his naked torso behind me, his lips moving behind my ear. “Don’t move.”
I don’t listen to him and turn my head just in time to see him grab the thin scrap of lace between my ass, pulling it to the side, and trace the head of his cock along my slit. We both watch it get soaked in my body’s reaction to him.
“Feel how much I want you,” he says roughly, rubbing his erection between my ass cheeks.
I groan, fisting the duvet tightly.
Lawrence lets go of his cock and surprises me by pulling down my thong until it’s lying on the floor. After he discards it, he gets on his knees behind me and runs his hands along my legs. His touch is scalding. His touch is divine. His touch makes me shake, a devastating earthquake passing through me.
“Lawrence, please …”
He pushes me forward until the front of my thighs touch the bed. I feel his hands palm my ass, spreading me open to his inspection, and then it’s his tongue licking my clit and moving inside me … sucking … lapping … fucking my pussy. He eats me from behind, like he can’t get enough of me, and it’s driving me wild.
He pulls me closer to him, burying his face in my ass and continuing to torture me with his tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him pumping his cock with his free hand—the furious flick of his wrist hypnotizing.
Fast …
Faster …
Harder …
Bringing us both closer to release. With my hands still on the bed, I watch as he releases me, stands up, and licks his lips that gleam with my desire before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Turn around and lie down on your back,” he orders, his chest heaving.
Breathing heavily, I don’t miss the way his eyes flare with hunger when they land on my breasts, and lie down. He moves on top of me, covering my body with his, and kisses me. Our lips and tongues twirl aggressively, the flavor of my body on his tongue, but then it’s all him. His taste. His essence.
He breaks the kiss.
Cupping my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples, making them hurt as he showers my neck with sullied kisses, he growls, “I’m going to fuck you now, Blaire. And I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good that you’ll forget all about our deal. It’s not my money that you’ll want, but my cock moving inside you, filling you. It’s me you’ll want.”
I stare at his face so close to mine, grab his cock in my hand and guide him to my hot entrance. Desire makes my hands slightly tremble. “I want you, Lawrence,” I say as I rub his head along my opening, wetting his dick. “So much.”
“Not as much as I want you.” He lowers his head and begins to suck my nipples in his mouth, licking and biting until they are deliciously tender. But I know he’s not as in control as he would like me to think. Beads of sweat trail down his forehead and his jaw is tightly clenched as I continue to stroke him against my opening. I know how close he is to losing said control.
I let go of him to wrap a hand around his neck, pushing him down, closer to my mouth, and whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Lawrence. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I hope you’re not delicate, darling, because I’m going to fuck you until I break you.”
And then he loses what little restraint he has.
He stands up, grabs me by the ass with one hand and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He rubs his cock on my clit, watching it get wet before he slides all the way inside in one deep and hard thrust that pushes me backward. I curse, my eyes rolling back as he fills me completely.
Straightening my legs, he grips them by the ankles and spreads them open as wide as he can … and begins to fuck my brains out. The grey sheets on the bed forgotten, the world outside these doors forgotten. We are lost in each other.
I raise myself on my elbows and watch as his glistening cock pumps in and out of me fast, faster, harder … the head barely out before he drives back in, shoving me further into the bed with the aggressive and powerful thrusts of his hips. Skin against skin, I can feel him everywhere. Inside. Outside. My body, my soul—every membrane is taken over by this basic need to take, and take, and continue taking until I can’t anymore.
I whimper.
I moan.
My body hurts, but it hurts so damn good.
I lift my gaze to stare at him as he keeps pounding into me, and watch as he lets go of one of my legs, placing it on his hard chest, slippery with sweat. He licks two of his fingers and brings them inside me. I groan. It’s much too tight. He moves them along with his cock, stretching me until pain becomes unbearable pleasure. Until he utterly owns me.
“Good God, Blaire … the feel of you …”
I moan, my head twisting with the carnality of it, his fingers and his erection moving inside me. It aches. It’s beautiful. It’s decadent. We live through our bodies with every caress, every bead of sweat, every glance, and every touch until we can’t go on any longer.
“Lawrence … don’t stop … don’t stop … I’m … I’m—”
I can’t finish my sentence because his mouth suddenly covers mine, kissing me as hard as he’s fucking me, and I come undone. Like two planets violently colliding with one another, the power of my climax wipes out every thought, word, and action from my mind except the pleasure being torn from within me.
Cursing, Lawrence lets go of my legs and grabs my ass painfully, pulling me toward him and fucking me with wild and total abandon. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders as he pistons in and out of me without mercy. My nails dig into his skin as I bite his shoulder forcefully. Our bodies are covered in sweat; the room coated in the smell of sex.
I moan.
He curses.
When he’s about
to come, he pulls out just in time to spill his seed on my stomach as a mighty groan rips from his chest. Closing his eyes, he tips his head back and gives himself a few final pumps, emptying himself on me. After a few slow seconds pass by, our fast breathing decreases and he opens his eyes, staring at me.
And what I see takes me by surprise.
His eyes laced with concern, he covers my body with his as his elbows encase my head. Pushing some of my hair that is stuck with sweat off my face, he asks, “Did I hurt you?”
I smile and shake my head. “No … but,” I lower a hand and wipe some of his cum off my stomach. Bringing it to my lips, I lick it clean before adding, “But you did make me forget all about that bank account of yours.”
He groans as he sees me lick his cum off my lips. “Fucking deadly … that’s what you are.”
Then his lips cover mine once more.
NAKED, I’M LYING ON MY STOMACH, feeling drowsy after a sleepless night of fucking. The soft pillow under my cheek invites me to fall asleep, when I feel Lawrence place a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. My sore lips form a lazy smile as I remember all the wicked things his mouth did to me last night.
“Morning,” he says close to my ear. The clean smell of his expensive aftershave fills my nostrils. It replaces the one of sweat and sex that permeates the air in the room and lingers on my skin and pillow.
I turn over and open my eyes, staring at him. He’s already showered and dressed for work. His eyes on me, I take a moment to admire how handsome he looks. He’s wearing a navy-blue suit with a simple but elegant white dress shirt and the cutest of ties I’ve ever seen. I reach for the tie, grab it, and let my fingers caress the soft silk. “Penguins, Lawrence?”
He chuckles. “Traditional, darling.”
“Only you could wear a Hermès tie and still manage to look so dashing.” Letting go of the tie so I can wrap my fingers in his soft hair, I bring his mouth closer to mine. “Kiss me.”
“More? Aren’t you sated after last night and this morning?” He smiles.
I shake my head, our mouths not even an inch apart. “No … I want you again.” I lean forward, biting his lower lip.
“You eager little thing.” I feel his hand move between my legs. I enjoy the way his pupils expand with something dark, something fascinating as he watches me open them to welcome his touch.
“Always so ready for me.” His fingers enter me slowly one, two, three times before he pulls out and traces my neckline with them, covered in my wetness. “I wish I could. But I can’t right now, Blaire. I have an important meeting in less than an hour that I can’t miss.”
“Fine, be that way,” I pout. I let go of his fingers, stretch on the bed, and place one arm under my head. Slowly, I let my free hand roam the valley between my breasts down to my pussy, shamelessly exposing myself to him … provoking him … taunting him. “I thought you might want to get your money’s worth.”
Lawrence ignores my crass comment as his eyes land on my chest. He leans forward and kisses the side of my left breast. “I hurt you.”
I look down and notice a bite mark where he kissed me a second ago, the red bruise beginning to turn a splotchy purple. I lick my lips and stare at him. “I liked it … I liked everything about last night, and I thought you did too.”
“Last night was utter perfection, Blaire.” He caresses my cheek softly. “But I have to be more careful with you.”
“Why? You don’t have to. I loved every single thing you did to me, Lawrence.”
I remember how it felt the second time we had sex. He took me viciously from behind. He was as unforgiving as I was unrepentant. He took. I gave. He bit. I drew his blood.
“There’s something about you that makes me lose my mind. Something that makes me lose control. And I don’t like it.”
“Well, I liked it very much.”
He shakes his head, his eyes landing on the clock sitting by the metallic lamp. “I have to go, it’s getting late but before I forget, call Gina if you need anything. She’s been instructed to follow your orders.”
I roll and get off the bed, making my way toward my clothes that are still lying on the floor. My bare feet sink in the plush carpet as I cross the room and grab my bra. I put it on as I turn in his direction.
“I must say, Lawrence, you’re making it really hard for me to feel like I’m being sexually exploited here.”
He raises an eyebrow, a faint smile spreading across his face. “Am I now, Blaire?”
“Yep. You fuck as good as you look.”
He chuckles. “Your honesty, Blaire. It’s a breath of fresh air, even if sometimes it can be—”
“Too much?” I interrupt him, thinking about all the ways he played with my body. I don’t feel anything for him—that’s a given. However, after last night I can easily say that I love fucking him. His hands. His kisses. His cock. Destruction. Obscurity. Lawrence, my decadent oblivion, made me feel nothing but pure selfish ecstasy. He also made me forget …
“Maybe I need a good spanking? But you can’t take it too far … we don’t want you to pull a muscle or anything,” I tease, knowing perfectly well that Lawrence is in his prime both physically and sexually.
He comes to stand in front of me. “I must say that your concern for my welfare touches me deeply.” His smiling eyes are bright with humor as sarcasm rolls off his tongue. “That’s a first for me.”
I close the space between us until my breasts graze the front of his chest and our lips aren’t even an inch apart, placing my hand on the front of his pants. “Poor Lawrence,” I coo against his skin. “I better be gentle with you.”
“How about I tell you how much I want to take care of you? How much I care about your,” I pause and move slightly back to stare at him as I caress the outline of his cock ever so gently, “welfare.”
Without saying a word, he lowers his hand and wraps his fingers around my wrist. We stand still, time dragging its feet like morning lovers, his touch etching on my skin. For a moment, I believe he’s going to remove my hand brusquely, but to my surprise he raises it to his smiling mouth and places a soft kiss in my palm. “What am I going to do with you, little rogue?”
I smirk. “Spoil me, of course.”
“Which reminds me …”
I watch as he pulls out a long red case with gold details framing the edges of the box from the inside pocket of his suit. Cartier. The thought of what’s inside of it makes my blood pump faster. I smile as my eyes widen. I look up and find his green gaze on me. He’s watching me carefully —studying me—analyzing me. For a second, I’m embarrassed by how obvious I’m being, but then I remember why I’m here and the mortification I felt a moment ago disappears. A virginal blush spreads across my cheeks while I hope that he can see the greediness in my eyes just in case he had any doubts about my feelings for him. This is the whole reason why I am with him, after all.
He opens the gift and retrieves the sparkling necklace lying on a bed of white satin, carelessly discarding the box on the floor. Staring at me, he asks, “May I?”
I nod and bite my lip as I take in the diamonds set in the thin two-tiered white gold chain. It’s a lovely piece of jewelry and, like so many before, it reminds me of myself. This cold, lifeless object shines. It’s expensive and seemingly perfect, but is it?
As soon as he places the necklace around my neck, an urge to remove it, almost as if my skin were developing an allergic reaction to the metal, comes over me. The gold chains feel as though they are shackles, binding me to Lawrence, and I don’t like it one bit. I’m about to thank him and take it off, but the way he’s looking at me makes me hesitate.
“What is it? Don’t you like it?” he asks, his brows furrowing.
The memory of a Hello Kitty watch and how it meant more to me than any necklace ever will crosses my mind, but as quick as the thought comes, I dismiss it. That memory belongs in the past, and that’s where it will stay.
I force a smile as I place a hand on my neck. “It’
s perfect. I would say that you didn’t have to get me something so expensive, but that would be a lie, so thank you.”
I stand on my tiptoes and lean over, kissing him on the cheek. His hands instantly land on my naked hips, gripping them tightly. “If I’m going to get one of those every time I give you something, you leave me no other choice but to spoil you, after all.”
“Careful … you might go broke,” I tease him.
“One more thing.”
Lawrence lets go of me before he walks to the nightstand. Puzzled, I watch him retrieve a piece of paper resting on the smooth wood surface then make his way back to me.
He hands me an envelope. “Here.”
I raise an eyebrow as I take the envelope and open it. My eyes immediately land on a black credit card with my name on it. There’s one thing that every self-proclaimed gold digger knows and that is that the small black plastic card in my hands is the Bible of credit cards. It has no limit and only the very wealthy have access to it. I mean, you could pretty much charge a Ferrari on it and no one would bat an eyelash.
I look up, our eyes meeting.
“Have I finally managed to leave you speechless?” he asks, laughter in his voice.
“You bet.”
“Go to Bergdorf’s and buy yourself a whole new wardrobe. Shoes, bags … whatever you want. I don’t want to see you wearing clothes that other men have paid for, or have had the pleasure of seeing you wearing it before me. Understood?”
“Are you sure? That’s going to be a lot of money, Lawrence. I have very expensive taste, you know.”
He leans down and kisses me on the mouth. The kiss is quick but still manages to take my breath away in its intensity. “I’m sure. Don’t worry about the price or how much it is. I can afford it, Blaire.”
I raise my hand in salute, teasing him. “Aye aye, Captain.”
He surprises me by spanking me on the ass, a playful glimmer in his eye. “Another thing.” He fiddles with the waistband of my thong.
