by Amy Brent
“Are you going to tell me your name, Mr. Price?” I ask.
I sound like a child, but since he didn’t want small talk in the bar, maybe he’s changed his mind now that we’re upstairs in his territory.
He whispers, “Would that make you feel more comfortable? Because you look as nervous as hell.”
I shake my head, he’s right. I never came up here to talk. He made that clear in the bar.
We exchange names and then what? He made it clear that we would have just one night. I wondered if I imagined it or if it was really happening?
“Yes,” I mumble in a voice that I hardly recognize. I’m clutching my purse for dear life, and the excitement that I had when I was getting ready seems to have disappeared and been replaced with fear.
He hands me a glass; I think it’s champagne, as I see the bubbles sparkling out of the top of the glass. I take it and then start sipping it as if it’s a glass of water.
“Slow down,” his dark eyes light up. “I don’t want to get you drunk. Just to lighten up a bit. Leave your purse on the couch.”
He motions towards it, and then I realize that everything that comes out of his mouth is a command. It should have me running out of the door, and into the elevator. His self-assurance is like nothing that I’ve never encountered before, and it has the reverse effect. Instead of making me leave, it makes me want to stay. Spencer just used to shout at me. He made me scared every time he ordered me to do something. Mr Price is different, he’s telling me what to do, but I don’t think that he’ll slap me or be abusive towards me. Then again, that’s what I used to think about Spencer. I was wrong back then.
His athletic build is revealed by his open shirt. His trimmed hair and alluring eyes have me fixated; they did from the moment he started talking to me in the bar.
“Do you have this effect on all women?”
I didn’t explain what I meant, but he seems to have the confidence of a bull. One that knows he’s in charge and nothing will stand in his way.
He moves closer towards me. His woody scent’s almost intoxicating. His wide lips are drawing me towards him. He didn’t try to kiss me. Instead in one move, he finishes his glass and takes mine. He moves away, and I feel weak-kneed as if he’s my only support.
“Only the woman that I want.”
Wow, this guy has me on fire. And I’ve got a feeling that after tonight, not only will my panties be wet, but so will the rest of my body.
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He slowly walks around me after puts the glass down as if he’s sizing me up.
“Do you like what you see?”
I’m feeling so nervous, and I no longer have my purse to hold on to, somehow I feel as if he’s undressing me with his eyes. He stands in front of me and takes off his shirt. I can’t help but lick my lips as his muscular, tattooed chest and shoulders are revealed. I’m standing fully dressed waiting for him to take me. But, he doesn’t. Instead, he tosses his shirt on to the sofa as if it’s a piece of trash.
He strolls towards me; I’m anxiously waiting for him to say something as I start to feel nervous once again. My panties seem to go on automatic wetness dial whenever he’s near.
“I know how to get you relaxed, close your eyes.”
Now, I’m no longer admiring the six-pack abs that was within easy reach. I want to trace my fingers across every part to feel if they’re as tight as they look, but I can’t as he’s moved out of reach.
He holds my ankle and signals my tapping on to my shoes that I should lift up my feet, so that he can take off my shoes.
“I wanted to taste you from the moment I saw you.”
“If you look and keep an eye on me, then I’m going to have to blindfold you.”
It’s a warning, but it’s one that I wouldn’t mind him making it into a promise. I’ve never been blindfolded. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be at the complete mercy of someone. Especially a tall, dark, handsome someone that has promised me one night to be nasty and one night to have his way with me.
“This is just the beginning. First, I’m going to please you with my tongue. After that, I’ll let my dick take over.”
No longer is he moving slowly as he did when he took off my shoes. He’s now moving quickly as if he’s in a hurry to have his dick replace his tongue, before he’s even started. He rips off my thin thong and it stings between my legs.
I cry out, “Ouch!”
My pussy felt as it was on fire when he took it from the middle of my legs with what felt like his teeth.
Mr. Price is going to give it to me, raw and without mercy. It’s as if everything that he promises is about to come true. At first, I want to open my eyes; now I’m relishing in the moment by keeping them closed. I don’t want to stop enjoying what’s going to happen to me.
No.
I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter 3: Hunter
The moment I snap her thong, my tongue’s on her sweet pussy. I’m curious about her taste, but I need to be gentle. I’m not sure if she’s a virgin or not? There’s something about her that makes me feel that this is a totally new experience for her. Yet, I have to taste her. I didn’t even undress her, I just pushed her panties aside while getting ready to put my tongue to work.
“Oh fuck!” she screams out as I start sending pleasure through her body. Something that she’s probably never known. It doesn’t take long before she keeps on screaming out like a hooker brought up in a brothel.
It was easy.
Too fucking easy!
It was as if no one had tasted her down there before. I didn’t focus on the clit; instead, I work the length of her, caressing and licking her opening with long, soft strokes and occasionally fucking her with my tongue.
“You taste so much better than I expected!”
She’s quiet, and I lick her one more time, “You’re fucking delicious.”
She moans as if she’s too weak to reply and then she starts grinding herself against me. It’s as if she’s going to come again. I’m moving to her uneven rhythm as she starts jerking against me.
She reaches out to take my head in her hands. It’s as if she wants to pull me closer. I remind her about the reason she’s here; it’s for me to take and give as I please. Not the other way around, “I invited you up here. I take your pleasure, not the other way around. Don’t spoil it, so no touching unless I tell you to do. And don’t look unless I ask you!”
She laughs as I’m just about to prepare myself to take her once again.
“Or, you’ll do what? Stop?”
She thinks that this is some kiddie’s game. She has no idea what she’s started by coming up here.
“No, I’ll take you and bind you. You’ll be helpless, and you won’t be able to see or do anything. Is that what you want?”
She shakes her head, and I expect her to leave and tell me that I’m a stranger that she met in the bar. She didn’t sign a contract and can leave at any moment.
Instead, she completely surprises me, by whispering, “Yes.”
I wonder if she’s been a sub before? They’re the type to know the drill. I shake off my thoughts, the temptation to have small talk is there, but I need to get rid of it. I want to make her come over and over again.
I slide a finger inside of her and tenderly stroke her G-spot. I want to see her reaction, I’m no longer using my tongue, but watch to see her reaction.
“Hmm,” she hums, and I can’t resist any longer, as I replace my tongue with my finger.
“Yes!” she starts to scream again, and I wonder if she’s coming. The noises, the moans, and her rocking against me make me want to lose control.
“I want to fuck you so badly.”
“What are you waiting for?” her hands are on my head and then she moves them quickly as she’s trying to make sure that she doesn’t touch me. She’s learning, quickly. A bit too fast. I wonder if something has happened to her before. Something which made her learn to obey so quickly.
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�I need to see you come. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers. And don’t worry, this is just the first of many.”
It didn’t take long for her to surrender to me completely. One minute she was rocking and the next I feel her muscles tensing against me as if she’s ready to explode.
“Fuck!” she yells out as she starts to come. She’s jerking and her body seems to have lost its mind. I don’t know what she’s saying and can’t even make out the words that she’s spitting from her mouth. It’s a mix between animal sounds and strange noises.
It’s then that I stand up and try and hold on to the back of her. I lift her up and take her to the room. My bedroom for the night and lay her down like a delicate flower. It’s as if she’s waking up from when I lost her. Her orgasm took over, and after I put her on the bed she protests, “Not yet. I can’t. You need to give me time.”
“Time is something; we don’t have. One night only, and besides you can do more than you think you can.”
She doesn’t say a word but holds on to her head as if somehow she lost her senses, as I unzip my pants and rip open the condom.
I slowly roll on the condom. She tries to catch her breath. She thinks that she can’t handle me right now. I’ll give her a moment. I want to make sure that the condom’s on properly and then I’ll take her.
My pants hit the floor, and when I crawl onto the bed slowly, she opens her legs wide as if she’s preparing for me. Her mouth’s saying no, but her pussy’s saying yes.
As soon as I start to slowly roll down on her, pressing my cock inside, I can feel that her muscles are tense. I’m too big for her and she’s in pain and not relishing the pleasure. I know that all it takes is a kiss, a touch of her nipple and her wetness will grow and the discomfort will fade.
Her hands start to wander and dance across my chest. My muscles were taut beneath my shirt. She then moves her fingers towards the collar and slips inside it as if she wants to feel every part of me. I shouldn’t have allowed her; I hate being touched. I like to be the one that touches, not the other way around.
I catch her hands and pin them above the pillow. She doesn’t have a chance to object because I seal her lips with my own. My tongue shoots inside her mouth to fuck it like I did with her pussy not long ago.
She can’t move, I had her trapped with my weight on top of her. She has no choice, but to lie there and take everything that I give to her, there’s a sense of powerlessness, which I knew that she’s enjoying. If she isn’t, then she’ll complain or worse, just leave.
Everything I’m gentle with her and don’t force myself into her. One step at a time, it’ll give her pleasure if she’s enjoying all of me. The thought escapes my mind as I realize that I’ve reached the jackpot.
“Shit, now I’m all the way inside of you.”
She tries to shake her head, “Don’t stop. Keep coming.” as she starts to rock her hips back and forth which eases me deeper inside of her.
I start to fuck her harder and crush my body against hers. I make sure that I’m grinding against her G-spot and she starts to scream once again. She’s as predictable as the temperature during summer. I wonder if there’s nothing that she can’t do to surprise me. It should have made me feel as if I could stop. The sex was boring, and everything was predictable. But the fact that her pussy was so fucking sweet. She had curves in all the right places, just seemed to turn me on even more. My breathing changed to small spurts as a grow emanated in my throat. It starts to vibrate through my body, and I wonder if she knows, but even if she doesn’t then, she’s about to find out.
My hips start working like an out of control machine gun. Thrusting wildly and my fingers tighten deeper into her skin.
“I’m fucking coming!” I pant, I can hardly say the words, it’s coming so damn strong.
It was the last thing I say before I came. I fucking explode inside of her. I know there was no way that the condom was still on my dick. I gave my one final pump and after I arch my back, my eyes flare as her pussy milk every drop that was missed by the condom.
She’s on automatic pilot as she seems to do the same. She cries out and I think that she surprises herself more than me as she tenses up so much. I pull out of her gently, I’ll tell her in the morning that the condom’s at the edge of my dick. They have the morning-after pills that she can get from the pharmacy to sort out the problem and make sure that we’re both safe. This is just the beginning as I flop onto the other side of the bed, still half dressed. My face is flushed and my body slick with sweat.
I do something that I would never do. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me. A firm, but tender moment that even surprises myself. I try and break the ice. I hate myself for doing it as she starts to speak, I could be cold and tell her to stop. This was just a moment and we shouldn’t break it. But something has to be said, because I’ve never felt this way before. Never. Particularly with a stranger.
“You weren’t kidding when you said that you would do stuff to me that had never been done before.”
I shake my head, “It was so damn intense.”
“When you pinned me down, I hate to admit it. But, I liked it. It felt so... animal.”
I run my hand over her naked ass and sigh, “You’re in big trouble now.”
She raises her head, probably scared about the reason behind it.
“What have I done?”
I smile and say, “Now, I’ve had a taste of you. I don’t think that I can ever stop.”
“But you said one night.”
I lick my lips and say, “The night has just begun. You need to get your breath back. You’re going to need it.”
Her voice trembles, “Am I?”
She has no idea what she was committing too. I’m hungry for her and I didn’t know if one night would do. But it had to do. I had a job tomorrow evening, maybe she could stay till then. But for now, we both needed our rest. I didn’t bother answering her question, the grip on her ass said it all and if didn’t then a whole lot of fucking through the night would do the trick.
Chapter 4: Hunter
I slide a finger under her chin and tilt her head back until she’s staring me in the eyes. My intent must have been clear on my face. Her breathing speeds up and I know that she’s not tired. Not like she said she was a few minutes ago, before we took a nap. She’s ready for me to take her again. She’s learning, a lot faster than I thought she would, especially in one night.
I pull her close and start to kiss her gently. Her body wants to be explored so badly by me, and I intend to relish in every part of this night and not let her down. She’s so fucking sweet and tastes like honey and smells like scented flowers. It gets my blood racing and makes me want to be impatient and take her once again. This time I want to take my time. Not rush it, just relish in her beauty. Every single part of it.
She moans as I lift her close so that we’re mouth-to-mouth and then I draw on one of her lips, so that it’s between mine. I suck on it gently. The tiniest sound from her sends me over the edge. Once again, I need to tame myself, so that I don’t take her like I did when she first entered the room. This is only for one night. I need to take my time and as tempted as I am to make her scream. I just don’t want her to lose control either. That was never my plan.
I wrap my hands around her and lift her until she’s straddling me. I growl as she starts to rest on my swollen cock. She slides down as if she gets wet on speed-dial, I break away from her and lift her up. It’s as if she’s the one in control and taking charge of this situation.
Hell no!
She looks at me as if I’ve taken something away from her. Her hair’s wild and her cheeks are flushed, but it’s so fucking hot. Especially when I zone in on her lips which are full and suck my dick to perfection type of lips. I wonder if I should change positions, because I start to visualize her on the floor in front of me with her mouth wrapped around my cock.
I shake my head at the idea, because there would be time for that later. �
�I want to take my time exploring every inch of you.”
Then with two flicks of my wrist, the dress which had been covering part of her body was set loose. It reveals her tits, so I start to squeeze them with each hand gently. As I savor the softness of them. She lets out a sharp little moan as my lips find one nipple.
“Damn, you are sensitive.”
She shakes her head, “It’s your touch. It does something to me,” she closes her eyes and breathes heavily.
My hands slip around her back, pulling her closer as I continue to play, teasing her areola with my tongue. Then I engulf the whole thing with my mouth. Shit, her fucking skin’s so smooth, that it’s intoxicating.
I kiss her chest in a slow circle, as she starts to come apart. I love the way her body rocks back and forth against mine which is driving me insane. I start to get so fucking hard that I feel as if my cock’s about to explode at any moment.
Her hands start to explore me as they dance across my shoulders and knot my hair.
“Let me see all of you,” she purrs as she starts to tug my shirt over my head. I watch her and then she starts to stroke my back. Her hands are so small and delicate, they feel like little feathers on my back. Not ticklish, but as if they’re so soothing, I love it even though normally I hate being touched. With her, she makes me want to be touched.
I drop my fingers and snake up and under her dress I cup her ass. Just feeling her ass has got me completely turned on. I squeeze her cheeks and then I dip lower to feel how wet she is without touching her pussy. She whimpers encouraging me to touch her pussy. I know that she’s begging for me to touch it. That just makes me want to stay even further away from it. I intend to enjoy her once again, but slowly. Not like before.
“Fuck me!”
She pleads and I ignore her as I tell her to, “Get on all fours.”
I want to see her from behind, she looks at me for a minute for reassurance and then as soon as she gets off the bed and goes on all fours. She’s taking my fucking breath away. It’s the art of perfection with her pronounced hips, her butt which looks like an enlarged bubble and her slim waist and legs. She has the perfect figure eight, and there’s no doubt that any man that passed out on her was a fool. She’s presenting herself for me, like this so I can do whatever I want with her. I feel like a greedy kid in McDonald’s wanting to order the whole damn menu and not one or two items. I don’t even know where to begin.
