by Vi Keeland
“I’d prefer that instead of you lying.” His grin was easy but the look in his eyes was probing.
“I guess I’m overwhelmed? I mean until last night I wasn’t even interested in sex. Taking a step that big? Well it’s huge and I’m not sure I’m ready for it.” He wanted the truth I was giving him nothing less. “Don’t get me wrong, the pleasure was mind-blowing.”
“Always tell me the truth Zoey. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself last night, and I can speak for the others when I say I’m glad we were able to give that to you.” His hand lifted and he smoothed my hair away from my face. “This is about what you want.”
What did I want? Definitely not four men at once, even though the feelings of passion they’d given were ones I’d never forget as long as I lived. “If I had more experience maybe I wouldn’t be so afraid. But, um, maybe one lover at a time?”
“You’re asking me instead of saying what you need. Zoey you’re a strong women who knows her own mind. Intellectually, you may be one of the smartest women I’ve ever worked with. So don’t ask me what you want, tell me.” This was Samson from the office. The man that liked being in control and in turn made me want to argue with him about my place in our work environment.
His tactic worked because instead of feeling self-conscious I was ready to be the mouthy bitch I could be when things weren’t going my way. “Fine. What I want is to fuck you right here on this beach and worry about the other shit later.”
Samson tossed back his head and chuckled deeply. “Now that is sexy!”
I was amazed that my mouth filter flew off when confronted by his dominant side. “If it’s so sexy why aren’t you kissing me?” Obviously the filter wasn’t ready to be put back on.
That gorgeous smirk that I loved found his face and he stepped back to cross his arms over his chest. “Because little Zoey, you’ve explained what you want, but I have my own needs. I’d love nothing more than to throw your gorgeous ass down and fuck you until you screamed in pleasure, but sand and fucking? First of all, they don’t work well together that shit only reads well in books. Second if you want me to pleasure you, then it’s on my terms.”
Well didn’t that just change things completely? I knew Samson liked being in control in the club, but what would he want from a sexual partner? “What are your terms?” Asking seemed the easiest way of finding out if I was in over my head or not. I refused to even deny the fact that I really wanted to be with him that way.
“You can start by getting on your knees and using that mouth for something more pleasurable than arguing.”
“You want me to submit to you?” I remember vividly saying I’d never get on my knees for any of them the first day I walked into the office.
“Only in regards to sexuality. I love that smart ass mouth in business but when it comes to pleasure, I know you’ll be a lot happier if you allow me to take control.” He didn’t make a move toward me, and I was somewhat shocked that he wasn’t angry. Usually when I crossed him at the office he looked ready to toss my ass over his knee.
“I’m not sure I can be both those things Samson. Submissive in the bedroom, but in control out of it.” The only thing stopping me from falling to my knees right now was that concern. I wanted to be with him, but I also didn’t want to go back to work next week and feel I had to bow down to his wishes.
“If I didn’t approve of how you conducted yourself at work, you wouldn’t have a job Zoey. The last thing I want is some timid little woman saying yes to every idea brought up involving the company. You can take that out of your mind now. This thing between us will only happen outside of business hours. Well maybe during lunch.”
Holy shit didn’t that bring a few more fantasies to mind. Samson taking me over his desk at lunch. I think I was supposed to be focusing on what I wanted from this? “You’re not making it easy to think.” I went from pragmatic to horny as hell in less than a minute.
“If you want easy, you might want to talk to one of the other men. I’m sure they’ll give you whatever you want on your terms.” His deep chuckle did funny things to my equilibrium.
“What about them?” This was really going to sound slutty, but it needed to be put out there. “If I’m yours does that mean I can’t be with any of them?”
He grinned, while shaking his head. “Now if you were mine completely, you’d ask permission to fuck them, but that’s not what we’re discussing here. I don’t think you’re ready to belong to anyone in that capacity yet. Don’t add boundaries to this that we’re not approaching. This is about you and me enjoying each other sexually. What you do outside of the time we’re together is up to you.”
“So basically you’re saying that anytime you and I sleep together I’m under your control and that’s it?” I really wanted to understand what he was offering. This was a new world that I was embarking on and I was clueless.
“That’s it, for now. If we decide we’re compatible together later on, we’ll rethink things.”
My mind was overwhelmed. “But isn’t that dangerous. I mean having several sexual partners can’t be safe.” Slut. My mind was really having a hard time accepting that a person could just sleep with someone without emotions being involved.
“We’re all clean and you are as well. None of us sleep with people outside of the club and they are all tested to retain membership. As long as you agree to those same terms you can do whatever you like.”
That explained the medical exams I’d underwent for employment, and I knew from Rachel that the other employees did that as well. “Did you know you were going to sleep with me when I was hired?” There was no doubt in my mind now that it would happen, but it made me uncomfortable to think he was considering this back then.
“No. I had no idea. It is standard protocol for employment. When our clients ask for a fantasy, they are required to undergo the same tests. They also have a yearly exam to continue membership.”
My head was spinning with so much information that I’d forgotten why this conversation started. “I guess I’ve gotten off topic.”
“I don’t mind answering your questions. Why don’t we move to the boat and get more comfortable?” At my nod we walked back toward the pier and boarded.
Sitting down at the table I tried to understand what kind of relationship he wanted with me. I got that it was purely sexual but there were so many what ifs that I still wasn’t sure what that meant.
“I can see your mind working overtime, Zoey.” He walked over to the small cooler on deck and pulled out two bottles of flavored water. “This doesn’t have to be so complicated. If you want to fuck me, then you agree to let me be in control during the act.”
I couldn’t believe I was sitting on a boat staring at the beautiful scenery, and contemplating sleeping with my boss. The irony was not lost. I’d lost my last job for that refusal. I took the bottle he offered, unscrewed the top, took a deep sip and made a decision. “My answer is yes.” I was sitting on the long running leather couch at the front of the boat offering my submission in exchange for the pleasure I knew he could give.
He took several deep drinks of the liquid before putting his bottle down on the table. “Come with me.” Holding out his hand, I took it and was led downstairs to the bedroom. “You’re sure this is what you want?” He stopped in front of the bed and searched my face for an answer.
“I’m sure.” My voice didn’t sound sure and wobbled while looking into the intensity of his gray eyes.
“Until we leave this room all I want to hear from those beautiful lips is yes or no. Understand?” His knuckles lightly grazed over my cheek and instantly had me aching for his touch.
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Now on your knees.”
I knew this was what he’d want and as I did what he asked I felt strange. I’d always thought that a woman doing this would feel degraded, but I didn’t. Instead I felt empowered. Maybe it was knowing that while I’d done as he asked, it was only because of the pleasure I knew his hands wer
e capable of? I watched as he lowered his swimming trunks, putting me eye level with his beautiful cock.
“Show me how you worship a cock, Zoey.”
I had no experience with this at all, but I refused to let that stop me. Reaching out my hand I gently grasped the base of his shaft, squeezing lightly. My eyes lifted to his as my tongue laved over the smooth steel.
He was already semi-erect and with each stroke of my tongue he grew thicker and longer. Going on gut instinct alone I took him inside my mouth, suckling half of his length before retreating. His width forced my mouth open wide and I attempted to take him deeper with the next downward plunge of my mouth.
“Relax your throat.” His hips pushed forward gagging me, and he retreated. “We’ll work on this.” Pulling out slowly he watched my face as he pushed back in. By forcing my throat muscles to relax I took him a little deeper that time. “Put your hands on your thighs.”
I trembled as I followed that command knowing that my hand wouldn’t be there to stop him. “You have to learn to trust me Zoey. I won’t do anything you can’t handle.” To prove his point he pushed his cock into my mouth a few inches and retreated. Repeating this movement several times until I wasn’t worried he was going to choke me, I relaxed again.
I felt his hand tangle in my hair and he pushed a few inches deeper before retreating, never once abusing the trust I had given as he rode my mouth slowly. Closing my eyes, I tightened my lips and let him fuck my mouth. If you had asked me before if I thought I could find pleasure in this I would have laughed in your face. With Samson, I enjoyed knowing I was giving him pleasure.
“I’m going to give you more now, just relax and take me in.”
I almost panicked when his mushroom-shaped head hit the back of my throat, but forced myself to relax and swallow instead. Instead of choking, I discovered I could easily do this.
“That’s so beautiful Zoey. I love watching you suck my cock.” His movements increased in speed and I focused carefully on my breathing and not tensing my throat muscles. “One day I’ll come in your mouth, but I want to show you how proud I am of you right now.” He pulled away and I almost whimpered in disappointment.
He stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his sandals. “Undress and lay on the bed. I want those sexy legs spread wide.”
I didn’t hesitate about taking off the string bikini or my sandals. Climbing onto the bed I parted my legs slightly, still not comfortable with putting myself on display.
“I want those legs spread wide. Don’t make me tell you again.” He wasn’t asking.
“I’m sorry. It’s embarrassing to know you’re looking at me that way.”
Samson sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside him. “Do you remember what I told you to do when we were in this room?”
Fuck. I’d forgotten he only wanted me to say yes or no. “Yes.” Why did I feel so guilty for opening my mouth?
“And did you answer me with yes or no?”
“No.” I sure as hell wouldn’t forget again.
He patted his lap. “Lay over my legs.”
My mouth opened to ask him why and then I remembered he only wanted one of two words. I bit my lip indecisively not sure that I was willing to let him spank me for something so stupid.
“It’s your choice. Either accept that I’m going to punish you or walk out and we forget about this.” I knew that look on his face. I’d seen it in a meeting when one of the guys pushed him on a project he wasn’t interested in taking on. He was serious.
The self-preserving side of me said to get up and walk my ass out of this room, never to look back. The part that wanted Samson won and my ass ended up over his lap terrified that he was about to beat the shit out of me.
I wasn’t expecting his large hand to caress my ass cheeks like they were a prized possession. The tenseness of my body relaxed after he continued doing that for several long minutes. Then a resounding slap landed on my ass and I cried out softly.
That smarted like hell, but then his hand caressed again making me forget. It didn’t last, his hand fell upon my ass in several quick slaps making me feel like my backside was on fire.
“Such a pretty little virgin ass. It looks better with a little color thrown in.” I was ready to cry when the next five slaps fell down without mercy. He pulled me up to sit in his lap and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hit him in the face or cry. The latter won.
“You did really well.”
I’d never been disciplined that way as a child and it was like a dam had broken because the waterworks wouldn’t stop. I wasn’t expecting his fingers to slide against my sex, or for the moisture that made those digits entering me find home easier because of it. My body actually got off on that shit. The pain in my ass receded at the pleasure his touch gave. Two fingers curled against that sweet spot in my core and I almost came.
“Not yet.” I wanted to scream as those fingers slid away leaving me hanging on the edge of ecstasy. “On the bed with those legs spread wide.”
I didn’t hesitate this time, scrambling up to the top of the bed, resting back, and splaying my legs open. My clit was throbbing and his eyes taking me in didn’t help the ache he’d left with his caress.
“Such a beautiful sight. That pretty little pussy is weeping for me. Hands under your head and don’t move them.”
I remembered this from last night except this time there was no one there to keep my hands in place. I complied and tried not to think about the ache between my thighs. I wanted him to touch, thought I’d scream if he didn’t but when his hands did find me, it wasn’t where I wanted them.
His hand stroked over my shoulder, between my breasts, across my abdomen, skipping my sex completely, it traced down my thigh then back up again. My body was clenched in anticipation and he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to answer my needs.
“Such soft skin, I could spend hours just touching you.”
My hips lifted up, asking him silently for the touch he was refusing. He chuckled softly. Instead of answering that movement his head lowered and his tongue trailed around my navel then made me squeal when it dipped inside. “Not the hole you want tongued?”
Closing my eyes, I groaned, refusing to answer that question. His lips trailed up and circled the areola of my breast, missing the nipple and I knew he was purposely teasing me. I whimpered and he chuckled. “So impatient.”
He continued teasing me by running his tongue up my inner thigh, stopping before he reached my sex. His breath hovered over my clit briefly, and I thought I would scream as he denied me that pleasure and moved up my body again. “Do you want to fuck now Zoey?” His body moved between my thighs and I felt the head of his cock nudge against my clit.
“Yes!” I was so turned on that all I could think about was his thick cock driving home, pounding me into the mattress. The wide mushroom-head pushed slightly against my core and I gasped.
He pulled back. “I think I’d rather have you fuck me instead.” Flipping onto his back he rested his hands under his head and motioned with his chin for me to climb on.
The thought of riding him was daunting but I was so ready that I was willing to do anything to ease the ache he’d left. Refusing to think about it, I straddled his waist hoping like hell I could do this right. Grasping him in my hand I lowered myself slowly tensing as his width breached me. Whimpering softly, I was convinced this would never work, he was too big.
“Fuck Zoey. You’re so damn tight.” The pleasure on his face made me want to continue and I pushed down taking in the head at least, then I stopped.
I didn’t care if he didn’t want me to talk he was too large. “Samson, I can’t!” Frustrated as hell because I wanted this I attempted to take him in further.
“You’re as tight as a virgin, baby.” His hands moved from under his head and he lifted me by the hips, putting me on my back again.
“I’ve only done this once.” My eyes filled with tears because I hated that I just couldn’t take him. I knew he was mu
ch bigger than the guy that had taken me, but I hadn’t realized how much larger.
“Stop.” His fingers wiped the tears from cheek. “We can do this, I just didn’t realize how inexperienced you are.” Two fingers found my core and pushed in deep. I caught my breath at the fullness. He rode me slowly that way for several strokes then introduced a third, I cried out.
“Don’t tense up baby. Just let me love you.” Slowly those three fingers embedded deeply and I felt him widening them, stretching me almost impossibly. The sensation bordered on pleasure and pain and I closed my eyes attempting to relax.
Soon those three digits were fucking me and I was amazed that the pain was gone. I felt my body reaching toward that pinnacle of paradise and then he withdrew again.
“Now you’re ready.” Moving between my thighs he slid in slowly, still stretching my body but in a way now that was so delicious I moaned softly. “Beautiful, baby.” He was so deep I could feel him against my womb. I didn’t think it could get any better than this until he began riding me with slow deep strokes. I met each thrust of his body and felt the tides of passion rise again.
“You’re so perfect I’m not going to last. Come for me Zoey.” His fingers moved between our bodies he rubbed my clit and instantly I came apart. My core clenched and released as it flooded with my desire and I rode out the wave with his faster thrusts until I felt him fill me with his own.
Bathing my womb with his passion only made my orgasm continue until he collapsed on top of me, nearly stealing my breath. “Thank fuck you’re on the pill.”
His words slid into my passion numbed brain and confused me for a moment. Remembering that I’d disclosed that information during the physical, it gave me a sense of relief as well since the last thing on my mind had been protection.
Still joined together, he turned me over on my back to relieve me of his weight and I felt his cock soften. I didn’t have the strength to move so I remained splayed over his chest. “I think I love you.”
