by Selena Kitt
“Ten! Eleven! Oh god, Kaiser, please! Twelve! Thirt-iiieeeee-een!” Normally a very unlucky number, this was Heidi’s lucky day. Kaiser sat down in his desk chair, directing her. “On your knees.”
She complied, turning, sinking down between his thighs and looking up at him with wet eyes.
“You spent most of your teen years in a foster home, didn’t you?” He rubbed his thumb over her jaw line, looking pensive.
She didn’t ask how he knew. She just nodded in agreement, whispering, “Yes, sir. It was a textile farm in Georgia. Sheep, silkworms, cotton…they did a little of everything.”
“That’s where you learned to weave?” he inquired. “Unbutton your blouse, Heidi.”
“Yes, I learned to weave and spin.” She worked the buttons down to the last.
“You’ve come a long way from Georgia, haven’t you?” he asked, fondling her breast though the lacy material of her bra. The brassiere was black, although the top was white—he liked to see her bra through her blouse.
“You’ve come a long way from Texas,” she dared, meeting his eyes.
“Maybe not as far as we think, hm?” He gave her a small smile. “Did they treat you well?”
“There were eight of us,” Heidi said. She didn’t like remembering and didn’t know why he was asking, but if he wanted to know, she’d tell him. “We worked for them.”
“Were you punished when you were bad?” he inquired, unbuttoning his trousers. She just nodded, focused on the path of his downward zipper. “Did he hurt you?”
“Sometimes,” she admitted. Corporal punishment had been the discipline of choice, although the truth was, Heidi was obedient and rarely got beaten.
“Did he touch you?”
It took her a moment to realize what he meant. “Oh…no.”
“Did she?”
“No!” Her eyes widened. “A few of the older boys…sometimes…we never got caught…”
“Yes, you would want that.” Kaiser chuckled. “So very tactile.” He pulled her closer by her hair and rubbed her face against the material of his boxers, his cock hard against her cheek. “I think I know now why you started where you did here at Kaiser. You really felt you couldn’t do any better, didn’t you?” He frowned at the way her eyes teared up. “Tell me, how did you get interested in fashion?”
“I guess it started with texture…” She nudged his cock with her movements, eager for him but following his lead, as always. His boxers were pure silk and the feel of them against her skin was divine. “The fabrics… real silk, the rough edge of wool. I didn’t like it there, most of the time, but that part was good. I learned a lot. They went out of business the year after I graduated and went to college. American businesses can’t compete, as you probably well know. Most of that kind of stuff is shipped out of China now.”
“But it was the fabric that interested you?” he asked, making a small noise in his throat when her eager tongue flicked at him through his boxers.
“Yes.” She breathed in his scent, so very hungry for him. “I couldn’t keep my hands off it, and when I discovered fashion magazines, well…”
“You really are incredibly tactile,” he murmured, sliding his boxers down a little and letting his cock spring free. “A kinesthetic learner.”
“Yes,” she breathed, biting her lip and looking up at the tower of his cock.
“I want you to apologize.”
“I’m sorry—”
“No words.” Kaiser leaned over and grabbed his cane, unscrewing the tip and sliding the black leather crop into his hand. He slipped it behind her head, holding both ends and using it to pull her head closer to his crotch. “But definitely with your mouth, Heidi. Apologize with your mouth.”
She made a happy sound as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around his thickness. He used the crop to swat at her, the flat end reaching only down to her lower back, eliciting a squeal in surprise.
“No hands,” he admonished. “Put them behind your back.” She did so as he positioned the crop again behind her head, using a hand on each end to guide her mouth back to his cock. “Suck.”
She took the head first, licking like an ice cream cone, but the pressure of the crop on the back of her neck drove him deeper into her mouth and she opened wide to take him, letting him slowly fuck her throat. His eyes were half-closed, watching as he disappeared into her mouth again and again.
“Off your knees,” he directed. “I want you squatting down.”
She struggled to comply without letting his cock slip from between her lips and actually managed it. Her thighs trembled—it wasn’t an easy position, even when she wasn’t wearing heels—as she squatted and sucked on him, still just as greedy.
“Pull your bra down.”
Her blouse was already undone and she moved her hands from behind her back to pull the black lace of her bra underneath her breasts, letting them spill out against his thighs. Then her hands went obediently behind her back again, although her pussy was begging to be touched.
“Don’t let your ass touch the floor,” he warned as she struggled to keep her balance, taking him back into her mouth. Again he used the crop to guide her, setting a slow pace. He seemed to be enjoying the sight of her more than the blowjob itself—the way her thighs shook, the sway of her breasts and the cherry red swelling of her mouth taking his cock.
“Uuuunnnh…” The sound came from low in his chest and he let her eager mouth take him faster, deeper, truly fucking her throat now. Saliva slid unnoticed down her chin and her breasts as the speed picked up, faster still. Heidi made hungry noises, greedy for his cum.
“Stop!”
She groaned softly, slowly letting his wet cock slide out of her mouth with a breathless sigh of regret.
“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding back in his chair, the wheels squeaking noisily—she had a feeling, from Kaiser’s frown at the sound, she’d be down there oiling them at some point in the next week. “Don’t move.”
Kaiser stood and Heidi struggled to keep her balance now that he wasn’t there to lean on, her thighs aching beyond her endurance, her shoulders throbbing from keeping her hands clasped tightly behind her back. He stepped out of his trousers, folding them neatly and setting them on his desk. Then he pushed the button underneath, locking the door, and walked over to the glass table by the window, the curtains still drawn, leaning against it and looking at her.
“Stand and take off everything but your stockings.”
Heidi stood, sliding her blouse off and putting it on the desk beside his pants. Her skirt zipped seamlessly up the side and she wiggled that down her hips, letting it fall to the floor. She reached for it, but Kaiser said, “Leave it,” so she stepped out of her heels and stood there in the puddle of her skirt, hands behind her back again, and waited for his next direction.
“There’s a bottle in my left-hand drawer,” he said. “Get it.”
She pulled the drawer open and found it almost immediately—there was no label, but it was some sort of oil in a glass bottle. She opened it at his prompting and the smell of roses filled her senses.
“Rub it on,” he instructed and watched her pour some into her palm, rubbing her hands together and then working the oil into her shoulders, her belly, her breasts. “Everywhere,” he insisted, and she slid her slick hands between her legs with a pained whimper. Her pussy was already soaking wet and just the brief touch made her clit throb.
“Come here.” He beckoned and she walked to him, her body glistening, and he patted the table. “Up. On your belly.”
Well…this was new. She assessed the clear glass surface, knowing it was going to be cold, but didn’t really hesitate. Leaning over, she grabbed the edge and pulled, her hands almost too slick to get any traction, but she managed. Once up, her oily body slid easily over the glass and she moaned at the sensation of her nipples sliding across the table.
Kaiser disappeared from her view for a moment and then he was dribbling oil over her back and her ass, spreadin
g it with his big hands from the tops of her stockings all the way up to her neck, making her moan—she couldn’t help it.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
It wasn’t easy to hold that position, being as oiled up as she was. She held one of her hands with the other, but they slipped too easily. Kaiser watched her struggle for a moment and then loosened his tie, slipping it from around his neck and using it to restrain her hands. Once she was secured, he moved out of her view again and she heard the sound of the closet door being unlocked and opened. She was unbelievably curious but stayed still, feeling him moving behind her.
She gasped when he grabbed her stockinged legs and pulled her back, sliding her easily over the table’s surface so her feet were hanging off the edge, but not quite touching the floor—it was a tall table and Heidi wasn’t a tall girl. She felt him tying her ankles to the table legs, spreading her thighs wide, and if she twisted a little she could watch him do it through the glass.
“Hold still,” he instructed, and then something was pressing against the sensitive flesh of her pussy. It wasn’t the spongy head of his cock—it felt too hard and artificial for that. A dildo, she determined, moving slowly in and out. She moaned softly as it picked up speed, something small and buzzing rubbing teasingly against her clit. She wiggled in her bonds, feeling Kaiser’s fingers moving between the crack of her ass, probing her asshole, making her arch and moan louder.
Then his touch was gone, but the dildo was still there, fucking her relentlessly, the sensation almost too much for her to take. She was going to come soon, and very hard, if he didn’t stop.
“Kaiser, oh, god, please!” she begged, and opened her eyes in surprise when his answer came from beneath her.
“You can come us much as you like.”
He was stretched out under the table, one hand behind his head, the other wrapped around the hard length of his cock. His image was slightly distorted by the oil that now coated the glass surface but she could see him well enough, his hand shuttling up and down his hard flesh, and she knew he must be able to see her, too, through the glass, naked and being fucked from behind by… by what?
“Ohhhhhhh god!” she cried, biting her lip and lifting her hips, knowing just a few more thrusts from that hard dildo, that gentle buzzing tease against her clit, and she was going to climax.
“Yes,” he encouraged, his hand moving faster as he watched her stretch, arch, working for it, even as restrained as she was. “Come for me, Heidi.”
She couldn’t help but do as he asked, her body bucking hard, her clit throbbing as that incessant buzzing rubbed up against her contracting pussy again, again, again. She moaned and whimpered, her nipples rubbing on the oiled surface, sending shockwaves down to her clit.
“Oh god,” she whispered, resting her cheek against the glass and closing her eyes. “That’s so good.”
“Oh there’s more,” he assured her and smiled as she opened her eyes in surprise when the cock between her legs began to move faster. She saw a remote in his hand and understood. “Like that?”
“Oooooooo-ohhhhh!” There was no getting away from it, but if she’d thought it was too much before… The cock was relentless, moving into her flesh faster, faster, and that buzzing against her clit began to hum a little more.
But there was nowhere she could go. Kaiser held her in the palm of his hand and he watched her from below, stroking his cock at his leisure as he brought her to another climax, and then another, until she was begging him to stop.
“Oh please, no, please!”
He moved out from underneath the table then, coming to stand beside her, the cock between her legs beginning to slow as he pressed buttons on the remote. His cock was a rigid pole meeting the resistance of the glass table and she groaned when she saw it, completely spent from the dildo between her legs and still, still wanting his cock. Her tongue snaked out toward it, reaching, although she could only taste the oily glass, a barrier between their flesh.
He stroked her back, grabbed her ass, squeezing, as she tried valiantly to melt the glass with her saliva to reach the flesh of his cock. His fingers moved down the soaking wet, oily crack of her ass, probing the hole the dildo wasn’t moving in and out of.
“Has anyone ever taken your ass, Heidi?”
She twisted to look at him, a motion that wrenched her shoulder, her eyes wide. She gulped and whispered, “No…sir.”
“Good.”
The dildo was gone and Kaiser was behind her, the sweet feel of his flesh so different from the hard plastic cock as he slid it teasingly up and down her sensitive slit. She was almost glad he stayed focused on the tight ring of her asshole, because she didn’t know if her pussy could possibly stand to be fucked any more.
“Relax,” he encouraged gently, sliding a slick finger past her clenched sphincter.
“Oh!” she gasped when he slid another finger in. Even if she hadn’t followed his instruction—relax, she told herself, relax!—he wouldn’t have met with much resistance. Between the oil and the juices from her pussy, she was completely lubed up.
“Here it comes,” he warned her, pressing the mushroom tip of his cock against the puckered crease of her ass. “Nice and easy, now.”
He held her steady with one hand on her shoulder, giving him some leverage, as he pressed his hips forward and slid his swollen, rigid cock bit by bit into that taut space.
“Oh god!” she cried when he was in—all the way in—and her thighs trembled and her ass clenched around his thick hardness. “Please, no… I can’t.”
“Yes you can,” he urged, sliding slowly back out, but not all the way, leaving the head in. “Easy now. It’s okay.” He grabbed the tie holding her restrained hands behind her back and pulled her against him, driving deep, making her yelp in surprise, but the sensation wasn’t pain. In fact, her pussy was still so swollen and wet, his balls slapping there sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
“That’s my girl,” he said, his voice like silk caressing her. “Take that cock up your ass like a good girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, arching a little and offering it to him.
He groaned at that, grabbing her hips and thrusting in, his cock driving into that tight, humid little hole, not taking anything easy anymore. He fucked her hard and long and before she knew it, she was coming again just from the sensation of his cock plunging deep into her ass, his balls grinding against her pussy and clit.
“I’m going to come!” she gasped, sliding on the surface of the table as he fucked her furiously, grunting with every shove, and she felt him reach his own pinnacle at the same delicious, dizzying moment, burying himself inside and growling as he came, filling her ass deeply with thick geysers of his cum.
Slowly he untied her, first her hands, and she knew his tie—a five-hundred-dollar Georgio—would be ruined from the oil and knew, too, he didn’t care. She rubbed her wrists as he untied her ankles from the table legs and helped her turn over so she was looking up at him, still standing between her thighs, his shirt on but nothing else. She wanted to reach for him but she didn’t, holding still and waiting for his direction.
She felt his hand cup her slick mound and she moaned softly, biting her lip.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers and her breath went away, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted it, too, more than he could know, but his words dispelled her hope in an instant. “Right here…” His finger moved over her clit and she whimpered.
“Come here.” He pulled her to sitting, unmindful of the oily press of her body staining his Vera Wang shirt as he held her in one arm, the other moving between her ass and the table, pulling her up tight against him, his mouth moving over her neck, whispering into her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t even tell you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his cock slowly and surprisingly throbbing to life again against her thigh, wanting to tell him how much she wanted him, how much he had come to mean to
her in such a short time, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she feathered kisses over his neck, his jaw, teasing her way toward the mystery of his mouth, and she felt him relenting, moaning softly as she took his cock in her hand and squeezed gently, rubbing the tip with her thumb as her lips found the corner of his mouth.
“Ahhhh fuck!” he swore when the phone rang, dropping her to the table again with a wet plop and looking at his watch. “I have a meeting downstairs in ten minutes.”
She looked down at herself, then at him, wondering how in the world they were going to clean up in time—of course, he was far less messy than she was. He walked over to his wardrobe, shedding his shirt and finding a clean one. Heidi bit her lip, looking for the first time at the machine he’d used to fuck her with by remote. Where had it come from?
But the mystery was solved quickly as Kaiser opened the door beside his wardrobe, a door she knew was there but had never known to be open. He rolled the machine inside, opening another door and sliding it in. When he flipped on the light, Heidi saw a private bathroom and shower revealed as if by magic.
“I’m sorry to leave you with the mess.”
“I’ll clean it,” she assured him, sliding off the table and looking back at its slick surface.
“You can clean up in here,” Kaiser said, going over to his desk and slipping his boxers and trousers back on. “There are several changes of clothes in my wardrobe for you. Take your pick.”
“Thank you.”
He came over to where she stood, still dazed and oiled and nude, smiling as he assessed her. He leaned in from a considerable distance, careful not to touch her oily skin, and kissed her cheek. “No… thank you.”
He found his shoes, his jacket, his briefcase, and unlocked the door, leaving her as he said he would, but she didn’t care. She knew he would be coming back, and that’s all that mattered, all that would ever matter.
Chapter Seven
They were all hers. All of them.
“Do you want one?” Kaiser smiled, his gaze soft as he watched her flipping through the newly delivered dresses on the rack standing next to her desk in the vestibule. “Tell me which one and it’s yours.”
