by Alison Tyler
NOON: LUNCHTIME RENDEZVOUS
Kat Watson
Dungeon, naked, 30 minutes.
Her text was simple, but I’d grown to expect her to behave just that way in moments like this. I knew from only those four words what she wanted. What she needed.
Squirming at my desk, I tried to focus on my work for the next twenty minutes. I was mostly unsuccessful, but I sent a few more emails, then let my assistant know I was leaving for lunch. One hour was all Alex had, but she’d make the most of it. We would make the most of it.
Almost the moment my knees hit the cold floor, my body naked and ready for her, the front door of our home opened and closed. Her shoes clicked against the wood, and I used the rhythm and sound to find the place I needed in my head. With my eyes lowered, I could only hear and smell her, sensing her movements around the room as she got ready.
Her toes appeared in front of me, and I smiled at the color on them from the pedicure we’d gotten together the previous weekend. She wrapped her fingers around my chin, lifting my head to look in my eyes.
“Ready, baby?”
Her eyes sparkled, almost daring me to say anything other than the affirmative. My smile broke across my face and I nodded, one quick tilt of my head.
“Up on the table.”
I climbed up, facing the dark leather that covered the padded table. My wrists and ankles moved as she positioned them, locking them in place, opening my body for her pleasure. When she was done, her hands ran over my skin, warming and bringing it to life. I felt and heard the soft sound of fur against my ass and thighs. The sting increased when she switched toys, bringing a different sensation to my body and mind.
I climbed higher and deeper as she continued to play with me, to please herself, to release her mind from the binds it had no doubt been tangled in. My body responded to hers automatically, shifting into her movements, seeking the pleasure only she could bring me. Once my skin was hot, she ran the prickly tines of a metal wheel over the same areas, making me moan loudly. I wasn’t embarrassed, not even for a minute—that was the exact purpose of this time between us. Pleasure. Sensation.
When she was satisfied with her progress, everything I had to offer reaffirmed as hers, she paused and unbound me.
“Turn over, my beautiful toy, it’s my turn.”
I gladly complied, eager to bring her the same levels of pleasure she so often brought me. My hands found their way around her body, pinching and pushing against her pliant flesh. When she lowered her pussy to my mouth, I eagerly lapped, sucked, and fucked. As she came quickly the first time, I felt a little smug. Her clit pulsed between my lips, a string of beautiful sounds flowing from her mouth.
“Again,” she whispered.
Again, indeed. Again, and again, and again.
My fingers pushed into her carefully but steadily. I fucked her with my mouth, my fingers, my words. She rode my face for what felt like hours, but certainly was only a matter of minutes. I lost track of how many times she came, and then she turned above me. Her knees rested at my ears, her mouth poised exactly where I was desperate for her.
A single kiss to my clit was my only reward. I could have screamed in frustration.
“Thank you, pet. I’ll meet you back here after work.”
Her lithe body slid off mine, skin against skin, wasting no opportunity to tease and torture me more. I was so very fucked for working any more that day; my mind and body would not focus.
By the time I arrived back at our house, I was entirely on edge. I needed to come, I needed to release the day’s stress, and pleasure her again. I ached for her.
Kneeling in my place, I listened when she arrived, and hoped. It was still entirely up to her if I had any release at all or if we’d simply focus on her needs again. Either way, I knew I’d be fine, but god, I hoped. I hoped with all I had.
“Bed,” she said quietly, from somewhere else in the room.
Keeping my eyes lowered, I complied and lay on the soft bed. My eyes were closed, my breathing short and even in an attempt to keep calm. The anticipation of what she might do was nearly killing me. I could feel her as the end of the bed dipped, the fabric of the sheets touching and caressing her in ways I wanted to.
“Such a good girl,” she cooed. “Thank you for pleasing me earlier. It’s your turn now.”
As her body moved above mine, my smile returned and my eyes opened. I was grateful, but still curious what we were going to do. Every way she pleased me was wonderful, but I still wondered.
When she was face-to-face with me, her hands moved between us, and the unmistakable cold of silicone pressed against me. Her hips pushed forward, thrusting the fake cock as it nudged between my pussy lips. Each time she pulled back and moved forward, rubbing it right over and against my clit, I let out a soft sound. She hadn’t even fucked me yet and I was already so close to the edge. Already whispering promises and begging.
“What a good slut you are,” she whispered. “Wait for me.”
Finally, she angled the cock and thrust inside me. Her pace was relentless and hard, hitting exactly where I needed each time. She fucked me for as long as she wanted, the minutes lost to me as I held off my own orgasm, then her pace slowed. I could tell she’d already come, the unmistakable sounds coming from her as the other end of the device vibrated diligently against her clit.
Mistress turned around again as she had earlier in the day and plunged her tongue deep inside my pussy. She straddled my face, and I pulled her down to me. Greedy and needing more of her, I nipped at her thighs before I dove in. Somewhere between fucking me and going down on me, she’d shed her harness.
I had a difficult time focusing with her demanding mouth on my body, but I homed in on her, determined to make her come again before I did. There was no way I could fail this task. My fingers toyed with her swollen lips, then two of my fingers dipped into her. I fucked her hard, at precisely the angle and depth I knew from years of experience drove her wild. I almost didn’t hear her when she breathed out a short “Now.”
Her fingers and mouth worked together as she came, and I envied her. I had no idea how she could focus on both tasks, my arms and body tightening as I came, rendering me incapable of paying proper attention to her. My mouth continued to lavish her with affection as we both came down. I kissed her thighs, her clit, everywhere I could reach. When she was sated, she pulled up and away from me.
The sound of the shower in the next room pulled me from my haze of floating, and I joined her there. It was usually a transitional room for us, a space to get clean, talk about what we’d done, and remember what we were to each other the other 75 percent of our relationship. She was my wife, my love, my everything.
ONE P.M. TEST DRIVE
Angell Brooks
There. He just did it again.” Carly strained her neck to watch Eli walk away. “Mmm, that man does have a nice ass on him.”
“He did what exactly, Carly?” Trish’s voice sounded weary. It had been a hellish day so far, and all she wanted to do was get through the next four hours without killing someone. After that, it was a long bus ride home to a hot bath, yoga pants and an NCIS marathon on her PVR. And wine. Lots of wine.
She sighed to herself as she straightened out the leasing papers in front of her. She felt like she was sixty instead of thirty-two. But with no social life to speak of, she was beginning to consider getting a cat, or two, and accepting her fate as an old maid.
“Earth to Trish. Where did you disappear to?” Carly’s face popped into her field of vision. Trish shook her head. “Sorry. Just drifted. What did you say?”
“I said he undressed you with his eyes, again.” That gave Trish a good chuckle. “Oh, Carly. Seriously? He’s what, twenty-four? And hot. And let’s not forget, the youngest GM in the history of Liberty Lexus. Besides, we’ve been friends for years. That’s as far as it goes.”
Her heart sank a little at the truth to those words. But she was ancient in comparison to half the females on staff. And they
’re all a hundred times more beautiful, she thought as Mary-Anne from accounting walked by, waving a perfectly manicured hand cheerfully. Carly snorted, watching Mary-Anne stop in front of Eli’s door, smoothing out her pencil skirt and giving her perfectly round (and fake) 38Ds an un-needed adjustment.
Trish’s hands went to her own wrinkled polyester nightmare flare skirt—the only thing clean in the closet this morning—and silently bemoaned her lack of discipline in getting to the gym.
Carly watched her friend with a combination of sadness and amusement. Trish thought she was over-the-hill, and often dressed the part. But with her large, coffee-colored eyes, tawny hair and plump lips, she was, in Carly’s opinion, a million times more beautiful and sexy than the Barbie dolls that Eli had been hiring lately.
Although word through the company grapevine was that none of them had managed to even get close to a date with the charismatic GM. Which left the field wide open for Trish to give it her best shot, if she ever decided to try. Because despite her denial, Carly could read the signs. And she’d be willing to bet a month’s salary that Eli had a hard-on for her friend as well.
Unaware of the personal assessment being given in Carly’s mind, Trish double-checked her schedule in front of her and cursed under her breath. “Shit. I completely forgot about that.” She marched over to Eli’s door, pausing briefly when she heard the annoying giggle coming from behind it. “Eli.” She announced herself loudly before walking in. “Mr. Alvers is going to be here at two o’clock to see the new RX450 and no one has taken it on a test drive yet.” She glared pointedly at Mary-Anne, who had balanced a slender hip on the corner of Eli’s desk and was leaning in flirtatiously. “I know you’re the boss, but it still needs to be taken care of. And since Mr. Alvers is not only one of our richest clients, but also one of our best…”
“I’ll take care of it myself, Trish.” Eli’s voice was neither strained nor harried. In fact, it seemed a little grateful. He pushed away from his desk. “Mary-Anne, we’ll go over those numbers tomorrow morning.” He turned, obviously dismissing her. Sighing, she pouted and flounced away, like a petulant child who was told she couldn’t play with her favorite toy.
Trish followed, smiling to herself. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think that the boss was trying to get away from the overzealous junior accountant. She grabbed the keys off her desk and handed them to him. “Enjoy. It’s a gorgeous day for a ride.”
“So come with me.”
Trish’s eyes widened in shock. “But I, um…”
Carly nudged her. “She’d love to. She needs to get out of here.” And before Trish could protest again, she was out the front door and climbing into the passenger seat of the luxury SUV.
She sat back, inhaling the new-car smell. The leather seats cradled her aching back and ass, and she moaned quietly. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”
Eli watched as she settled, sinking into the plush interior like she owned it. His cock stirred in his pants as his gaze traveled down to her curvy legs, crossed at the ankles in cheap shoes and hose. Trish had put in her time with the company, but was always getting overlooked for the glamour girls—they were what management called “good P.R.”
But Trish, well, she was quality and proof that women do get better with age. They’d become friends six years ago, when he’d started washing cars in the dealership’s bays. She was hot then, but he’d been looking to his future. He’d kept his head down and learned all he could about the business. He was driven and ambitious and nothing was going to get in his way. When he received his promotion four months ago, he knew he’d earned it. And somehow, he was going to use his position to help her out.
“Eli?” He looked up into Trish’s amused gaze. “Are we going for that test drive or not?” Suddenly feeling like he was eighteen again, he fumbled with the key ring. She laughed as he remembered about the keyless start and hit the button. As he took a deep breath to calm himself, he managed to slide the key fob easily into the ignition. He flashed to an image of sliding into Trish that easily and his cock throbbed.
Instead of concentrating on that, he turned on the stereo and pulled the car out of the lot and into traffic. Trish started tapping her nails in time to the beat, and she had put her window down to enjoy the fresh summer air. He smiled to himself, and enjoyed the open road. He drove around the block a few times, testing the brakes, listening to the transmission shift, and letting the car talk to him.
Driving along the deserted side streets behind the dealership, he passed an empty field. The tapping had stopped a while ago and was replaced with the sounds of small, even breaths. He smiled. Trish had taken advantage of the reclining seats and was fast asleep.
Pulling into one of the parking lots, he stopped the car suddenly, causing her to lurch forward. “What the fuc…Eli!” He parked the car, turning to her. As she rubbed the back of her neck, glaring at him, he removed his seat belt and un-clicked hers too.
“Come on. Get out.” He left his door open, walking around to her side of the car. “You’re driving.” Ushering her out of her seat, he slid in, leaving her no other option but to take the wheel.
“Why are you doing this?” As she adjusted the seat, her voice shook. This was a luxury vehicle, about forty thousand dollars above her pay grade. What if she fucked it up?
“Because, Trish, you are going to be presenting this car to Mr. Alvers, and I expect you to be able to talk from experience. First thing you need to know is how she handles.”
Her eyes wide, Trish just sat in shock. “Why am I presenting the car to Mr. Alvers?” She faced front, her hands on her face. “I can’t do it. I just can’t. Eli, I don’t know the first thing about presenting…anything.”
“Trish. You’ve driven cars before. This is exactly the same as any other. They all have the same parts. So just drive.” As she pulled out of the parking spot and onto the road, he continued, “You’ve worked your ass off at the store. You’ve held it together through two presidents and three GMs. You know that place inside and out. You deserve a promotion, and this little baby here is going to help you get it. When you present it to Mr. Alvers, he’s going to be impressed by you. And then he’ll mention it to Jonathan over golf, who will then ask me about you, and I can give you a glowing recommendation.”
She grinned at the thought.
“Turn here.” Eli indicated the empty field. “We’ll take her off-roading and see what she can really do.” Trish followed his instructions, keeping it steady over the bumps and divots in the dirt. He indicated a ramshackle shed. “Pull over there.”
When she had it in park, she sat back and laughed. “You know, Eli, that was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Thanks.” She grinned over at him, the laugh dying in her throat. His gaze was intense, like he wanted to have her for breakfast. “Eli?” She fidgeted with her seat belt, suddenly very aware of where she was. In an empty field. In an SUV. With the hottest guy she’d ever known.
Alone.
Instead of answering, he got out of the car. She did the same, walking around the back to meet him halfway. His hands reached for her, one snaking around the back of her neck, the other to her back. In one swift move he had her pressed against him. “I’ve wanted to do this for a very, very long time.” His lips fell on hers, gently at first, testing the waters. She stood frigid, not sure of what to do. Inside, Eli panicked. What if she slaps me? Did I just fuck up?
And then, with a sigh, Trish let herself go. Her arms wound around him and she pulled him closer. Her tongue played against his lips with a fervor that shocked him and surprised her. But he caught on quick enough, tangling his hand in her hair with years of pent-up passion and frustration.
Her hands fell lower on his body, exploring that fine ass that Carly had been lusting over earlier in the day. Tight and muscular, she noted, as his lips left hers to trail her neck. He reached beneath her blouse to fondle her breasts through her black lace bra.
Her nails raked down his shirt, feeling the muscles
coil tightly beneath her fingertips. He gasped, his hard-on pressing against her thigh. From what she could feel, his cock was long, not too long, but thick. She groaned at the thought of it inside her and rubbed against it, making him gasp again. This was one of her wildest dreams, and even then she never believed it could happen.
Eli pulled away from her. Clearing his throat, he backed away slowly, snapping his cuffs. Shit, Trish thought. He’s sorry he did it. Not wanting to be the first one to speak, she made a big show of straightening her stockings.
“So, Trish. Now that you’ve opened her up on the road, let’s open her up in back.” He pushed the button to release the hatch. “After all, you can tell Mr. Alvers that she handles like a dream on pavement. Shouldn’t you also know about the car’s interior?” As the hatch rose to its full height, she noticed that the back seats had been put down. Taking her hand in his, Eli raised it to his lips, placing a kiss in the very center of it. “Example, there’s plenty of room in the cargo space.”
She trembled when she realized what he was asking. “It looks so roomy. I wonder if I could lie down back there and take a nap—you know, like on a day trip or if I went camping?” He guided her forward to the opening. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
She crawled in, lying down as Eli followed and closed the hatch. He hovered next to her, a devilish smile crossing his features. Leaning down, he kissed her again, his tongue plunging into her mouth, skipping off hers. His hands traveled under her skirt, his fingers stroking her heated pussy through her thin panties. She reached for his crotch and returned the favor, outlining his hard length with her nails.
