by Shayne Ford
I groan and grab his thigh.
“Mmm-hmm, I fucking knew it...” he mutters, his breath searing my lips, his free hand collaring my neck.
I breathe faster, my blood ramming through my veins at a different speed.
He blows softly on my neck to cool me off, yet all I get is more heat. From his body, and his grip, and then the slow motion of his fingers, sliding toward my entrance.
He stops, and I gasp half of my lungs out.
“Oh....”
I clip my voice just on time.
“You fucking want it badly,” he mutters as I sink my nails into his thigh and start rocking my hips. His thumb strokes my clit as his fingers tease my entrance and I’m about to scream. More wetness soaks his fingers.
His mouth hovers over mine. I feel his hot breath and the heat streaming from his body, and yet he denies me his touch.
Biting my lip, I quietly growl.
I bet he smiles.
I can almost feel his lips on mine as he slowly slides his fingers into me.
I arch against him, quietly moaning.
“You’re so fucking wet, Secret Girl,” he purrs against my lips, the rush I get from his touch making me shake and sweat.
“You want to come...?” he asks quietly, a smile weaving in his voice.
Another growl leaves my lips as I rock my hips again, grinding against his fingers.
“How much you want it? Hmm...? Show me... Secret Girl.”
The wave of pleasure rises in my body, and without much shame, I slide my palm between his legs and cup his bulge.
His rock hard cock strains against my hand. He shifts in his seat and opens his legs even more.
Without a second thought, I open his fly, close my fist around his erection and smoothly, run my hand down.
I do it again, crazed by the need to touch him, and washed with lust for him.
“Please...” I whisper, no longer able to withhold the words.
A soft laughter comes my way.
“Please what Secret Girl?”
He gently tips my face to him.
“You want me to kiss you?” he quietly says against my lips.
“Yes,” I whisper again, and then I part my lips for him.
Our tongues touch and entangle in a slow, sensual stroke, pleasure spilling in my blood as his warm touch burns my mouth.
We kiss in a trance, lips and tongues rolling as one, his fingers rubbing me as I squeeze and stroke his throbbing shaft.
He thrusts his fingers deeper and starts kissing me harder as I quickly start scaling up. Hard as steel, his cock pulses in my fist.
Thighs open, I suck on his tongue and stroke him harder, the heat rising in me like a storm.
“Fucking yes...” he says with a hoarse voice, his thumb strumming my clit fast.
My core clenches and pulses around his fingers, my body shaking out of control while hot pre-cum smears my fingers and my scream bursts out in the air.
Taking my mouth again, he muffles the sound. Wave after wave of pleasure sweeps through me.
It takes a few long moments before my body begins to slacken, and his hands peel off me, my fingers tearing away from his groin.
Trembling, I push back in my seat and slowly bring my knees together as I try to catch my breath.
A metallic noise precedes the roaring of the engine.
I let out a long exhale.
I can’t believe my boss just fingered me to my orgasm, in front of a posh gentlemen’s club.
4
DAHLIA
The window slides down, and the warm breath of a calm summer evening pushes in, the breeze rolling across my face, drifting down my body.
My senses awaken to my surroundings, registering every detail with heightened intensity, my eyes still covered with the blindfold.
Soon, the town remains behind, the air rolling feeling cooler. It smells like trees as we ride through a patch of forest.
He stays quiet, and for a moment I try to imagine how would this story unfold if it were more than this. If besides the thrill and the adventure, I’d get to know him. And he’d know who I am.
Would he like me then?
Would he let me know the real him?
I tilt my head to the side so he can’t see me and let a smile brush my lips.
The irony of it all is that now I know him less than before. He’s like a house with many chambers and secret doors. The more I pull open and the more rooms I walk in, the more I get lost.
In the beginning, he was the skeptic man who almost didn’t want to let me work for him, and then he was the intrigued man who has taken some interest in some random dancer.
Later on, he turned into a man full of secrets. And I became one of them. And now, he’s a mystery to me.
The loud noise of car engines revving up, music, and voices, alerts me we have entered a heavily populated area. The car takes a few turns–– through a crowded parking lot I suspect, and then shifts to a different area, where silence reigns supreme.
The sound of his roaring Ferrari bounces against the walls. We’re inside a covered parking most likely.
Smoothly, the car comes to a stop, the engine going silent as he switches the ignition off.
A whoosh and the muffled sound of a door closing, tell me he slipped out of the car. The door opens on my side, his hand finding mine.
I shift in my seat, my heels touching the pavement first as I rise and freeze, waiting to walk with him. He is only inches away from me. I can sense his body heat. He doesn’t move.
I make the slightest move and bump into him, and then I realize he’s been watching me.
I wish I could see him and read his expression. The blindfold blocks my sight completely. I can’t tell if it’s dark around me or not.
What is he looking at?
His hand traces the side of my neck, and my heart starts squirming, panic slamming through me.
My pulse shoots through the roof, and my hands get cold with sweat.
I freeze.
His fingers travel across my jawline and gently follow the contour of my lips no longer concealed by lipstick. And then his thumb trails the ridge of my nose. His fingers explore my face, tracing my brow and temple, creeping across my cheekbone.
My knees start to give in.
I latch my hands onto him. His arms snake around my body, one closing around my waist, the other draping over my back and shoulders.
Wrapped in the warmth of his body I start to pant. His lips press gently on my cheek, so tender I could die. And then he slowly murmurs in my ear.
“What are you afraid of?”
A shudder goes through me as my insides start to crumble.
“Hmm?” he asks softly, his fingers strumming my face. “You still don’t want to talk,” he says, a smile lining his voice. “One day you will Secret Girl...” he adds, amused.
I begin to quiver.
It all feels like a game I’m no longer winning.
His hand slides down and grabs mine as he pivots away from me and guides me to walk with him.
Fingers laced, we enter a room, the clicking sound of my heels telling me I walk on tiles or marble.
His arm wraps around my waist as we step into an elevator.
A muffled hiss signals that the doors pulled close. It’s a smooth ride that ends a few floors up. He takes my hand again and walks me out. My heels sink into a rug. And then my heels tap that marble floor again.
He pushes a door open, and we turn left. Somewhere in the background, the door pulls shut. His strides slow down, and so do mine. He takes the purse from my hand and nudges me to an armchair.
Slowly, I lower myself and brush the velvet of my seat with my hand. I feel a whoosh of air, and then his touch. His hand goes in my hair, brushing it all back before he leans to me and slowly murmurs in my ear.
“Don’t fear.”
His voice is soft and tender.
Regardless, I tense in anticipation.
It doesn’t take long before I hea
r two clicks, and cuffs lock around my wrists pinning my arms to the armchair. Instinctively, I pull. The chair rattles.
“Stay still, Secret Girl. You’re gonna like it.”
He pivots in front of me, and then I feel his fingers on my knees.
“Open,” he says softly, yet demanding.
I part my legs, cool air sweeping my inner thighs.
A quiver falls through me as he remains quiet, and I wonder whether he stares at me or not.
A few more moments pass by before I feel his hands running up my thighs, crumpling my dress in my lap. The air licks the strap of lace between my legs.
I feel exposed, and then a thrill rushes through me.
His fingers hook inside the straps as he slowly peels the panties down and rips them. He pulls them off and starts caressing my ankle with his fingers. A moment later he runs his hands up my calfs. I hear more clicks as he locks my ankles.
Biting words back, I take a long breath.
“Good,” he says, a smile tinging his voice.
His footsteps echo away from me. I hear a door opening and closing, and for a few minutes, I’m alone in the room, my legs spread open, and my flesh tingling between my thighs.
Air drifts by me as a door opens again, and muffled steps near me.
Silent, he lowers himself between my legs.
No longer able to push the words back, I whisper his name. I’m not sure if he heard me or not.
His fingers trace my legs, brushing my calfs, and knees, and then slide up onto my thighs. His breath trails my thighs too, and my legs begin to shake.
He places a soft kiss on my inner thigh, and I feel a rush between my legs.
He kisses the other thigh, and a soft shudder falls through me. He does it a couple of times more and then his breath blows softly over my wet entrance and my folds, and then my clit.
Oh, my…
I jerk, the shackles cutting into my skin. I want to call his name again. Instead, I push it back and groan.
He slowly parts my lower lips and starts to breathe over my clit, every puff of air teasing my flesh, igniting electric storms beneath my skin.
The wetness keeps rolling enhancing the sensation. I’d like nothing more than to roll my hips and feel his mouth against my flesh.
He blows softly again, and tingles crawl up my spine. My back arches as my shoulders pull back. He pushes my dress up, even more, sets two fingers on my lower lips, smoothly parting them, and gives me a long, hot, wet stroke with his tongue, trailing from my entrance to the hood of my clit.
A scream shoots out of my throat followed by a groan, and I hear him quietly laughing.
He does it again, with more pressure this time, and the pull tightens in my belly. His tongue swirls, circling my clit before he captures it between his lips and starts kissing it, open mouth hot and wet, his tongue stroking me, loving me, like I’d never been loved before.
Blowing heat over me, he drowns me in pleasure. My body tenses, crying for relief. Restrained, I pull my legs and arms, rattling the chair.
He presses his tongue flat between my folds, and slowly drags it over my clit, and then he starts to suck on my flesh, raising the pressure to an addictive high, fueling my need for him, driving me crazy.
I jerk and shake in my chair, tilting my hips up, wanting more, hooked and hungry for his mouth. My chest rocks with shallow breaths, small whimpers falling from my lips.
It all goes up and fast and as I near the peak, I start to breathe his name out quietly, desperately, and then I realize how close I am to reveal myself.
He pulls away from me, just as I teeter on the cusp, and I arch and spasm, growling in my throat.
The sound of an unfastening buckle pierces the silence, and then his hand slides at the back of my head, guiding me forward, his hand turning into a fist, holding my hair back. I sense the warmth of his body inches away from me, my nostrils flaring, enticed by the scent of his arousal.
I can’t wait to have him feed me his cock.
LEX
Tense against my hand, breathing shallowly, she arches her spine and cranes her neck forward. Her legs spread wide, her body trembling while her eyes remained covered.
She’s starved, but that’s something I already knew. She makes my blood simmer. And that’s a nice surprise.
Small sounds simmer in her throat. Ragged breaths, a soft whimpering, and moans.
She tugs away from my grip, hurting herself as she tries to get close to me. I pull my cock out and her nostrils flare. She licks her lips, and I feel a rush of pleasure in my groin. The chair rattles from her jerking as I slowly guide her head to me.
The closer she gets, the harder she breathes. Her open mouth and glistening lips make my cock twitch.
“Perfect...” I mutter. “Now take it, baby,” I say.
Her lips touch my shaft, her mouth molding on my cock, hot and wet and lustful.
She closes her mouth around me, and I slowly drive my cock between her lips until I hit her throat. A growl crawls up her chest.
I slowly pull back and sense the pressure of her lips as she sucks me, famished. Then I go back in, shuddering with pleasure.
Fuck, she moans again. And again. Every time I thrust, her body becomes tenser, and her groans grow louder. My gaze dips as she starts to roll her hips, finding her rhythm. I push. And she rocks her hips again, and I can smell her wet arousal.
Intoxicating, fucking up my brain. I push deeper and move faster, and she responds, sucking me harder.
That’s fucking it.
Her tongue swirls around my shaft, her lips getting swollen as she runs them up and down on me. My cock could burst in her mouth any moment now, every stroke of her tongue making me hotter and hotter.
She starts to writhes as she teeters on the edge, her sucking getting intense. Hot, wet and filled with need. There’s no way she’ll get more relief from me other than this, so she better take it.
And she does.
Her head goes down on me as she fills her mouth as much as she can, pressing her lips and tongue on me, sucking ravenously.
She gets closer to her high and wants me deeper. Opening her beautiful mouth, she lets me fuck her face. Her chest explodes with fast breaths, and her body stiffens, a string of moans and groans and growls rushing out.
My pace increases as my balls tighten. The tide of pleasure starts crashing through her just as I reach my climax. Her voice morphs, going through all the ranges.
Her mouth feels tight around my cock as I harden my muscles, speed up and shoot my load.
Something between a growl and a curse comes out of her throat. She shakes and moans and keeps rolling her hips, still looking for relief.
A moment later, I pull away, my cum spraying over her chest. And then I hear her voice.
“Fuck...”
She rattles her chair as I walk away.
I exit the bathroom a few minutes later and find her slumped into her chair, still panting and trembling. I unshackle her and lift her up, her arms twining behind my neck as her lips press against in my skin. She holds onto me tightly, her breasts crushed against my chest, her body burning.
I lay her on my bed and undress her. I leave on her garters and her heels. Her breasts perk up under my touch, her nipples puckering.
On her back, hair splayed on the pillow, she reaches out to me. Her hand brushes my face, her fingers sliding across my lips. I roll on top of her, a content sigh escaping her lips.
She spreads her legs under me, her hand tracing down my body, cuffing my cock and stroking me. The more she does it, the hotter she becomes.
My eyes stay on her lips as she tenderly runs her fist up and down on me. She flicks the tip of her tongue out and licks her lip. I bite mine. Watching her.
Slowly I run my hands between her legs. Her flesh is hot and swollen, dripping with arousal. Her knees spike up as she opens, even more, inviting me inside her.
Running my lips up her neck, I slowly enter her. Her body shudders with pl
easure.
“That’s right Secret Girl,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting into her.
She arches against me, her body caught on fire.
“So, what are your secrets... Beautiful Girl?” I ask quietly, and she moves against me.
I smile and roll my hips again. She clenches around my cock.
“That’s hardly a secret, baby. I’ve never seen anyone so hungry for cock. What makes you burn so hard? Hmm?” I mutter as I run my lips across her cheek.
She breathes hard against my lips.
“Were you always this way?”
She sways her head side to side.
“What makes you so hungry, then?”
I grab the back of her hair and root myself deep into her. She squeals, and goosebumps cover my arms.
Burying her under my body, I drive myself back into her, every time I fill her up, a growl of pleasure resonating in her throat.
“You didn’t know it can feel like that...”
She shakes her head again, her body trembling beneath mine. Hooking her nails into my back, she pushes up and arches against me to feel my chest. I drape my arm around her and hold her tight against me.
Her lips tremble beneath mine.
“Why do you feel this way?” I breathe into her, and she starts to quiver, her lips brushing mine.
I start to kiss her, deep and slowly and she melts in my arms, moaning. Her skin burns, her core drenched in her arousal, her walls pulsing rhythmically as I drive my hard shaft into her.
She clings to me with all she has. Wrapped in that blazing fire, riding that high as I start to pound her.
She stiffens beneath me, her center milking me as she’s about to hit that peak.
I break the kiss, grab her hair and pull her face up.
“Tell me!” I bark with a harsh voice.
“It’s you,” she growls through gasps, as she hits the point of no return and I no longer hold it back.
A storm of heat barrels through us. Her legs wrap tightly around my hips. Deep inside her body, I shake with pleasure, rolling my shaft in her heat, feeling her throbbing.
Biting my shoulder, she screams, pulverizing in my hands, completely lost.
As we slow down, her body slackens, and my arms close around her. I start to kiss her hair, her breaths rolling hot and ragged over my face.
