My Sinful Seductions

by Melissa Devenport

  A satin dress with a modest V-neck caught my eye. Crafted in a soft purple tone, the dress shone delicately when the fabric moved. The skirt was an A-line that reached just above my knees and cinched in the smallest part of my waist. I nodded, hanging it separately on the nearest bar. Shoes were an easy choice after that: traditional white pumps with a matte finish. I finished the outfit with a not-too-glittery silver purse.

  That done, I felt a lot better about myself. Now, if there were only something I could do to pass the time before I absolutely had to answer Shelley Newton’s email. Pursing my lips, I wandered back to the living room and glared at the computer, as if it should tell me what to do. Tapping a finger to my cheek, I plopped down on the couch once more and opened the laptop. The email in question was still hidden behind several other open windows. Boldly, I brought it to the foreground and pressed ‘reply’.

  “Dear Shelley,

  Thank you again so much for meeting with me this week! I really enjoyed learning about your company and getting to know you up close and in person. I’m so grateful for the job offer and want you to know that I am considering it very carefully. Please give me until the end of the week to make a decision? I just have to make sure I’m the best fit before I commit, and need to talk it over with a few choice personal advisers. I hope you understand.

  Speak very soon!

  Regards,

  Melissa”

  There. That should hold me for another couple of days. Satisfied enough, I picked up my chopsticks and dug back into the cold leftovers.

  Chapter 14

  A Spanking Appetizer

  The buzz on my security intercom came at 6:30. Frank was half an hour early to pick me up for dinner at Le Pomme Fondant – and I had a certain inkling why that might be. Fortunately, I had a habit of getting dressed at least an hour before I needed to.

  I opened the door to find a handsome, spruced-up gentleman that strongly resembled my poor professor. My eyebrows shot up as I smiled in surprise at his carefully-combed hair, pressed slacks, shined shoes and silk button-down shirt with tiny blue stripes. His ubiquitous, scruffy fedora had been replaced by a brand-new black velvet one. His style stood out just as starkly as usual, but this time he wouldn’t get frowned out of polite society and told his reservations had been canceled by a snooty maître d’.

  “Wow!” I exclaimed. “Just look at you!”

  He tipped his hat and gave me a long look up and down. “Madam, I’ve come to file a complaint.”

  I leaned against the door frame, indulging him. “Oh? And what have I done to offend you?”

  “Those messages you sent me on Thursday happened to appear on my phone during a lesson I was meant to be teaching.”

  I bit my lip. “And?”

  He stepped close to me, whispering into my ear while delicately touching my elbow. “Have you ever tried to teach a bunch of teenagers about the beauty of Shakespeare while trying to hide a massive erection? I nearly fainted from blood loss.”

  “Oh my!” I giggled as Frank smiled and kissed me warmly on the cheek. I smiled as his lips moved to my ear and then my neck. “Won’t you come in?”

  “Come?”

  “Oh you’re such a goof. Get in here!” I pulled firmly on the fabric of his shirt, bringing him over the doorstep and shutting the door behind us. His hands clasped my ribcage on either side and moved down my waist quickly as he started to kiss my collarbone. I giggled inwardly, commending myself on a job well done. I could hardly believe this was the same emotionally-reserved man I’d thought was beyond my reach just a few days ago.

  “I couldn’t do a thing yesterday besides thinking of you,” he murmured into my skin. Pushing me slowly down the hall in search of a soft place to lie. “I know we have dinner plans but I can’t go into another public venue and remember my manners unless you help me calm down first. Is that okay?”

  I could already feel the hard lump in his trousers pressing against me, igniting a fire from the coals of passion that had lingered in me since reconnecting. I heard myself breathing harder, and rubbed the side of my face on the top of his head, brushing off the hat. His curls smelled fresh with an undertone of masculine sweat. I breathed the scent in deeply, my heart palpitating.

  “Of course,” I acquiesced in a soft voice. “Come here. Let me show you my brand new king-sized bed.”

  “Yes ma’am!”

  I took his hand and led him into my clean, beautiful bedroom – still unslept in after two days unpacked. Once we were inside the softly-lit space, Frank’s hands found my ass and gripped it tightly.

  “You ready for that spanking we talked about?”

  My stomach filled with adrenaline. “Oh! Will you be rough with me?”

  Sensing my desire, he went with it. “That’s the best thing for naughty girls like you, Melissa. A firm hand.” He pushed me and I fell forwards onto the bed. Taking a moment to soak in the view, he tucked his tongue into one cheek and looked me over lewdly while I peered at him over my shoulder. He held up his right hand and raised his eyebrows, giving me one last chance to protest. I smiled at him.

  “Oh!” The first smack wasn’t as soft and shy as I’d expected; it laid me flat against the pillow-top mattress, purring like a kitten. “Oh!” The second came swiftly, followed by a flurry of solid spanks that made my skin tingle. He pulled the zipper down on my dress in one quick motion, without any warning, leaving the purple fabric hanging loosely while he put his hands on my panties and stuck his thumbs under the elastic.

  As Frank pressed his throbbing erection against my butt, I moaned, surprised and impressed at his forceful manner. He was either trying very hard to impress me, or he wasn’t quite the simple, undersexed professor I’d thought he was.

  “Oh god, Mel,” he groaned, unfastening his belt and trouser button after kicking off his shoes. Under the pressure of his swollen cock, the zipper of his fly came down of its own accord. He took hold of his cock, swaying in the freedom of his boxer shorts, and slapped it against the silk of my panties before leaning back and fully removing his pants. As he stood behind me, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, I saw his face grow calm. He almost smirked. “Take off your dress,” he said.

  I started to back up so that I could stand and take the dress off over my head, but he stopped me. “No, stay down on the bed. Take it off right there.” I could hear the steely, disciplinary tone of his voice, and it sent a shiver throughout my body.

  “Mmm’kay…”

  Wriggling under his gaze, I pulled the loose folds of fabric up over my ass and then my shoulders, removing it over my head and tossing it onto the pillows. Excited for my next command, I turned my head and caught my lover’s eye. He remained silent, eyes fixed on mine while he removed his shirt and threw it on the carpet.

  Instead of speaking, Frank stepped forward and gave me another slap on the ass before grabbing my panties at the hem and jerking them down to my knees. His fists gripped my bare cheeks and spread them apart while he put his face between my legs and pressed his lips to my pussy. I closed my eyes as his warm tongue licked my lips up and down, circling my clitoris sporadically and breathing hot, wet air onto my shaved skin.

  Suddenly, his mouth moved backwards on my body. I felt his tongue slipping back past my pussy lips, wetting the skin between my vagina and my asshole. In another second, he was gently licking my ass while one of his fingers slipped under my clitoral hood and began massaging me. Instinctively, my body moved away from him, timid concerning this area of exploration.

  “Hey,” he said gruffly. “Don’t make me tie you down, Mel.” His words were teasing, but I held still, breathing in sharply. Ass play wasn’t something I’d been expecting! Though at first, I was nervous, it wasn’t long before the combination of finger massage and tongue bath started to feel like heaven. I had no idea the nerves in my asshole were so capable of pleasure!

  “That’s my girl,” Frank said, pulling away so that he could rub me with the warm tip of his finger. “So nice and wet. I�
��m going to put my finger inside of you, Melissa. First I’m going to rub your gorgeous little asshole until it’s begging you to let me do it…then I’m going to put my finger in…just to the knuckle…”

  He explained himself matter-of-factly, and I was shocked to find my body respond intensely. I pushed my clit into one hand, grinding carefully, while his other hand activated pleasure nerves I had no idea even existed.

  “Ah, wow,” I breathed softly, barely audible. Without thinking, I spread my legs further apart. He chuckled.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Mmm yes, Professor Lehmen, I do like it!”

  “Oh, there’s my good girl. Such a good student…”

  I gasped when he made good on his warning and slipped a finger v-e-r-y slowly through the rim of my asshole, pressing softly on the skin just inside of my body. I felt my muscles tense, gripping his finger and making the pleasure even more intense.

  Frank was breathing hard behind me as he moved the upper section of one finger in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow speed. I moaned and made involuntary squeaking sounds that seemed to delight him. After several minutes, I felt him shift behind me, bringing a knee up onto the bed and pushing his cock against one of my legs.

  “Are you going to put that inside of me?” I asked, my voice sounding needy and pitiful.

  Without answering, he took his hands from their positions, grasped me by the waist and pushed me further across the bed so that he could get both of his knees up to kneel behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief from the removal of his finger from my ass, but simultaneously craved more pressure. I didn’t have to wait long.

  Frank took his dick in hand and rubbed the wet head across my pussy a couple of times, testing our combined lubrication. Both of us were oozing and ready. He put himself in, all the way.

  Neither of us said a word. He made an explosive sound, as if he’d been deprived for far too long and could hardly contain himself. I expressed myself similarly. I couldn’t say how long we stayed that way, just experiencing the drawn-out moment when Frank finally entered me and thrust his expansive manhood deep into my aching vagina.

  It was a very traditional sexual encounter, in that both of us remained mostly silent for the entire session. It was as if both of us just needed each other’s bodies so badly, we wanted to focus on the physical sensations and do away with pointless words. I did as Frank instructed through his motions and the way he literally placed my body.

  I lay pressed into the bed while Frank fucked me, thrusting and sweating onto my back. The powerful friction he produced between my vulva and the mattress had me gasping and spreading my legs as far apart as possible in an attempt to grind downward even more. All at once, the vibrations caught.

  I yelled out in a series of gasps and groans as I came hard on the mattress, bouncing wildly under Frank’s hips as he continued thrusting, all the way in, over and over.

  As my hard breathing grew softer and the spasms left me, I clenched on Frank’s swelling cock as he drew it in and out of my pussy faster and faster. Knowing he was on the edge, I held my breath and squeezed my pelvic muscles as hard as I could. He exhaled raggedly and gripped my shoulders as he quickly fisted his cock and pumped his hot cum all over my back.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck…”

  I smiled, though he couldn’t see my face. When he’d finished, Frank rolled over and lay on his back beside me, flaccid dick still in hand.

  “Ah, Frank?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, just a second, love. I’ll get you cleaned up, don’t worry.”

  I giggled in response.

  With a big sigh, Frank heaved himself up and went into the hall to find the bathroom.

  “Turn right and go through the next door,” I shouted out at him.

  “Thanks!”

  I lay still, sperm cooling on my skin, smiling to myself in satisfaction. My hair and makeup were ruined, but it had been worth it to get such an excellent result. Anyway, now we could both relax at dinner and actually have a good time with each other.

  When my lover reappeared, I turned my head around to find him completely redressed, with a sheath of tissue papers in his hand. He winked at me before kneeling over me once more, this time to mop up his mess.

  Chapter 15

  At Le Pomme Fondant

  Our dinner date was a huge success, in part because of Frank’s excellent choice of venue, and in part because our sexual tension had been abated. I’d redone my hair and makeup quickly after dressing and we rushed off – this time in my car, happily – without knowing whether or not Le Pomme Fondant would honor our past-due reservation. They did, after a short wait at the bar, manage to find us another table.

  “Oh, Frank, awesome choice of restaurant! You know, I haven’t been here before but I’ve heard such great things.”

  “Holy shit, Mel, I’m fucking ravenous. Can I swear in a fancy joint like this?”

  We both laughed.

  “Why not? I do it all the time. When you pay this much to eat, you can pretty much do what you want, I think.”

  “Like walk in wearing jeans and plaid, smoking a cigar?”

  “Ah, point taken. Well, maybe if you’re Leo DiCaprio or something?”

  I felt amazing, and knew I was beaming. Everything was just clicking between us now, so well it was almost alarming. I felt able to completely be myself now, to the point where I actually wondered if this relationship was headed towards more of a strong friendship than a passionate romance. Adam kept crossing my mind, and I remembered the way he still made me feel shy and demure even after we’d made love.

  The waiter, dressed in a well-cuttuxedo vest and trousers with a red tie, listened to our odd chatter for half a minute before interrupting politely to ask for our orders.

  “I’ll start with the soup de l’oignon and move on to the filet de boeuf avec sauce de poivre, thanks,” Frank answered. “And maybe some pommes frites to start as well, hmm?”

  I laughed. “Nice, Frank. Excellent accent.”

  The waiter concurred. “And pour vous, madam?”

  “Right. I’ll eat some of those fries my date mentioned, and then I’d like the…seabass et crabe. Merci.”

  Our waiter grinned at my poor effort and dashed away, leaving us to our drinks.

  “Well done, Melissa,” Frank mocked me. “I can see those French classes really stuck!”

  “Oh shut up and drink your expensive French beer. What’s an English teacher doing speaking French anyway? Isn’t that like a conflict of interest or something?”

  He shrugged, taking a pull of his beer. “Maybe if I were some kind of Lord or something. You forget I’m American, and Americans are an awkward mix of every ethnicity that ever was.”

  “Hmm.”

  I sipped my champagne…real champagne…and enjoyed the bubbles fizzing in my mouth while I tried to remember what it was I wanted to discuss with Frank. Ah, right.

  “Hey, Frank?”

  His eyes snapped to attention. “Yep? What’s up?”

  “I need to answer Shelley Newton’s job offer by tomorrow night.”

  His eyebrows shot up. “So you haven’t said anything to her yet? Do you have any idea what you’re going to do?”

  I threw my hands up and shook my head. “Well, no. I mean I told her I’d answer by the end of the week.”

  “And you don’t know your answer yet?”

  “No.”

  “Ah.”

  We were silent for a moment, both of us sipping our drinks thoughtfully.

  “I mean, I have all the same information I had before. I know that I need some kind of…calling. Some kind of career that pays me well and I care about.”

  “Anything else?”

  I shrugged. “And that means either ‘becoming an entrepreneur,’” I mimed air quotes, “or taking an entry-level job. Or taking Shelley’s job.”

  “I see.” He nodded, tapping his fingers together. “So the job doesn’t speak to you? I mean, like, you aren
’t particularly moved by it?”

  I felt my forehead wrinkle at the question. “I…I guess not? I mean, I’d know if it did, right?”

  Frank nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah, I think so. For sure. The same way you know what you want to eat for dinner. Make sense?”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I think so.” Then, sighing, I added, “but what if I don’t want anything on the menu?”

  Of course the waiter returned at that moment, just to make things awkward for me.

  “Madam?” he questioned, concerned.

  “Oh I’m really not talking about this restaurant, I promise!” Laughing, I apologized.

  Stone-faced, Frank backed me up. “She’s talking about a metaphorical restaurant, Jacque.” He winked and the waiter nodded politely.

  “Ah.”

  I commandeered the plate of French fries and its accompanying dish of thick, mayonnaise-like sauce, while Frank worked on his gooey bowl of onion soup. For a few minutes, we ate in silence, both of us exceedingly hungry. Even in an expensive restaurant, it’s difficult not to cram handfuls of fries in your mouth when you’re starving. Especially when they’re fried to perfection. When the edge had been soothed from my hunger, I sat back and fiddled with a napkin.

  “So? About my metaphorical restaurant?”

  Frank gazed at me while swallowing a large mouthful of broth-soaked bread and melted Gruyere, his eyes kind and sparkling.

  “I’d hesitate to advise you to change the venue,” he said after a moment. “After all, I quite like sharing the venue with you. Maybe you’ll have to suck it up and explore the entrepreneurial options more closely. Any thoughts at all in that department?”

  I bobbed my head from side to side, considering. “I have no skills..”

  “Fuck skills. Start with interests.”

  “Right. So…”

  “Anything. Anything at all.”

  Desperate, I blurted whatever I could think of that had ever helped me pass an hour. “Romance novels. Reruns of Friends. Take-out menus. History Channel documentaries. Facebook.”