Relentless Desire

by Jacqwin Hess

  “Seven.” And before she could lose her nerve, she spit out, “It will be the perfect time to continue our little game.”

  “Ah-game? I don’t like games, remember?”

  She huffed with a half grin at him. “Sure you do, it’s your favorite game. You know the one; I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

  That had him smiling and giving a light laughter at her; then he cleared his throat. “Oh…that game,” he replied, then looked up over the screen to someone entering his office. She could hear someone walking up to his desk, and then watched as Sebastian reached up and take some documents. He started speaking to the person about a conference call in five minutes and then looked back to her. “Looking forward to it. All right. Seven–I’ll see you this evening… and, Adri dear?”

  “Yes, Sebastian?” she replied breathlessly, because she knew what was coming.

  “No more plutonic foreplay.”

  “Ah-Um-ah…agreed. I’m okay. Ready. I’m game if you are.”

  “More than. Just be prepared, that’s all I have to tell you. Consider yourself forewarned,” he whispered, coming closer to the screen and staring her right in her wide green eyes with his piercing blue ones. He spoke with a controlled, casual calmness, “I’m going to rampage that sweet little cunt like never before, until you feel my dick clear to your heart and you don’t know where one end of us starts and the other ends. I’m going to be so deep into you and blow load…after beautiful load all inside of you; your lips, mouth, throat and in your chest I’m buried so deep, coming with each beat of your heart, and then continue to own that hot little pussy of yours and finish off in your gorgeous ass.

  “You’re going to find yourself incarcerated by pleasure, a slave to it, gripped by it in ways you have never known; making you claw and scream in agony from the bliss I’m going to force upon you. With each pulse, you’re going to feel me drive it harder and faster, getting deeper into you until our molecules ignite and meld as one. I’m fucking you until I’ve hallowed you out and have you screaming for it, begging for it, and then dying on me, making you sing the sweet song of ‘O’, over…and over…again. You’re going to feel me inside of you for days after I’m done with you, with each breath you take and each step you make, you’re going to feel me. I’m going to be right there with you and you will never forget me. You won’t ever be the same after I’m finished with you. Now…come for me. Come!”

  “O-O-Ah—No!” Adri had pressed her fingers down to her clit, but then cut herself short, jerking her hand back and stopping it. She had sat there, working her fingers around and around it, digging at it, and almost burst upon his command while staring at him. Oh wow, did I just do what I think I did?! I just touched myself and damn near gave myself a little climax and in public—Of course, it was nothing like what he is capable of doing to me. Damn.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come, Adriaunn. That…was so fucking hot. I could never get enough of that look, the sight of your precious face straining, tensing, but…you hold back and stop. Why do you do that and cut yourself off from the full effect?”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “Well, you better be prepared, because when I get my hands on you?…I demand all of your pleasure, Adriaunn, making you scream as I force you to orgasm. I will not allow you to cut it off and be denied your full pleasure. I want to see you experience everything so I have the pleasure of seeing you glowing softly. To see your beautiful eyes haze over in passion as you stare up at me, gushing with not just your come, but mine as well. To feel my come all…inside of you. A look I am damned determine to claim all for my own and see it happen as much as you can physically handle.” He smiled when her lips curled up dreamily at him. She absent-mindedly nodded at him. “Now, time for my conference, they’re on hold and you?...I mean it about that painting, the selling. Let Vic do it and don’t do that with anyone else. It could get you hurt,” he replied. He heard the doorbell chime at The Gallery and she tensed, but then smiled back down at him. “Promise me, Adri.”

  “I promise. I’m glad you’re coming,” she replied and looked up, straightening her posture as the client entered.

  “Me, too. See you at seven.” He disconnected and sighed, taking a look at the documents. He had to get back to work and prepare for the conference so he could finish up early. Suddenly, words filtered through the speaker, making him halt all movement.

  “Yea, me three—coming right in your mouth! Fu-uck me. You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?”

  Adri froze with her mouth open in shock, jumping up to her feet as the client came around the desk and blatantly looked her over. “Ah–Victoria!”

  “Holy shit, forget your mouth, how about right up that ass! Damn, it’s beautiful—more than a handful!”

  Adri cried out as he grabbed her ass, slamming her up to his dick and hurting her. Victoria called down to him, “Mr. Artrell, I suggest if you know what’s good for you, you’ll remove your hands from my employee. We may be an erotic arts gallery, but I assure you, Adri is no prostitute. She is very much taken and uninterested.” Victoria came down the stairs as the man released his hands from Adri’s ass. He grinned at her as she stumbled back and almost fell. “You can go, Adri. I’ve got this one. Go get yourself something pretty for tonight,” she replied and handed her a couple hundred dollars in cash. “Consider it a bonus to go with the commission for the sale the other day.”

  “Oh-okay, if you say so.” Adri really wanted away from him, feeling horribly raped by the man’s eyes as he followed her out the door. She immediately picked up the phone and left, calling Stan. She needed to let him know there was a rough client there and that he needed to go to The Gallery. He agreed.

  Once she felt that Victoria was safe, or would be in a minute, she got a cab and went straight to the store where she’d seen a certain sexy dress that was absolutely perfect…

  Chapter Nine

  Sebastian Darvaine arrived to the party forty minutes late. When he walked in to that gallery, it was as if time stood still for all of the women there. They melted at the sight of him looking so gorgeous and out on a Wednesday night—looking?! Four of them worked for him and one of the women, the newest one, openly stared salaciously at him—yet all four of their pussies got instantly wet at the sight of him. One of the senior analyst from Darvaine Enterprises put his hand on one of the woman’s arm who had taken a step forward to approach him. “I wouldn’t even think about it. You’ll end your career that way and fast.”

  “Please, we’re all thinking about it, envisioning him in bed, fucking–can you just imagine that body over you and working into a sweat, hot, filthy, and naked?! Somebody has to be doing the job.”

  “Yes, sure, they’ve all envisioned it, every single woman here, and every single woman in the office, every day they see him. But not a single woman, in all the years he’s been in control of Darvaine Enterprises or before, has ever had the pleasure of attracting his attention. The man has only shown that he has a will of iron, not fucking the employees or even hardly smiling at them. Someone no doubt is doing the job, but it won’t be someone he has as his employee or…who is too aggressive or…easy.”

  “Ooh, he’s in the Kiton suit tonight. I love his suits—Brioni, Desmond Merrion, William Fiorvanti, William Westmancott, Alexander Amosu. All custom fitted and made just for that gorgeous body. Oh mercy! But what is he doing here?!”

  Everyone stood around inside The Gallery, talking in small groups. But he wasn’t interested in any of them, except for one. He could tell that he apparently missed the dinner–Adriaunn better not have fucking cooked–but he didn’t care; he was too nervous to eat. He immediately started to scan the room for her.

  He had heard the exchange through the microphone that was still on when the screen went down and he wanted to see if she was all right. The man had asked Vic again about her after she left, saying terribly crude statements about what he’d like to do to her. He didn’t care if she had a boyfriend and even
went as far as saying he could watch. He wanted to call back out and tell him ‘So sorry, but the only person who will ever stuff her muff is me!’ The bastard! At least he had his name.

  He tensed as a woman almost turned to approach him, but the man next to her grabbed her arm and whispered that he was clearly looking for someone. He nodded to the girls he employed and then saw Victoria come out of the back room. She tossed a finger over her shoulder, indicating that Adriaunn was in the room. Victoria grabbed and held out two glasses of champagne, which he took and looked her right in the eye. “Is she all right? She closed the icon down, but that still left us connected and I heard what that son of a bitch said. How bad did he touch her, Vic?”

  “She’s fine and he only grabbed her ass, but immediately let her go. I gave her some money so she could leave and buy her a new outfit. And ah…she used that money wisely. Try not to lose control and tear it up while getting it off her when you see her. She’s in the back looking in the vault.”

  “The vault, huh?” He drank down his glass in one swallow, setting it aside as he walked toward the back without breaking stride. He looked around and found her down at the end of the storeroom, looking at a picture. He walked around the corner and his cock jerked. Blood surged through it at the sight of her, at the thought of what he would to do to her once he finally got his hands on her. Like a wolf on the prowl for his next meal, starved and wild from his starvation and need, he slowly began to stalk behind her. He completely ignored the two women that had come up behind him, and kept walking to where Adri had disappeared. Turning the corner, he froze, staring down at her. He heard the women whisper in shock, asking each other if he was seriously going after that Adri girl?!

  Yes, you fucking bitches, yes I am and that…right there…is why I’m looking at her and not at you!

  He took three steps and he froze again as Adri turned around. Her eyes flashed wide as she looked back, smiling at the sight of him. His sight was glued to the outfit she was wearing, her body wrapped in his favorite color. The dark gray silk shirt was long, plunged down the front with the first button just above her navel. It had a slimming, straight-line silk skirt that matched with slits up the sides. It showed off her gorgeous legs and the silver strappy heels she wore on her pretty little feet. She had curled her hair all over, pulled over one shoulder with a large clip on one side to hold it. Her makeup was darker, smoky eyes, sexy. Oh fuck me! She’s stunning, so beautiful! She better not be teasing me. She better be ready for me–so help me god!

  “You made it!”

  “Ah…yeah, um…work…”

  “That’s all right. I’m just glad you came.”

  He almost said, ‘not in the way I’d like to be,’ but she had already been treated once today with crude disrespect. Adri, she was special, different. She wasn’t a whore to be abused or talked down to, unless it was dirty and in the middle of being fucked. It was still distasteful in his mouth to think about it, even though he was planning to do some really bad things with her—maybe even getting a little tap at that hot tush of hers. Though, that wouldn’t happen until she was ready for it and…wanted it.

  Right now, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her gorgeous body in that delectable, incredibly sexy outfit. “That’s very ah…” He couldn’t even say the words, actually speechless for the first time in his life. She took the glass of champagne from him and laughed lightly. His eyes settled for a moment on the large swells of her breasts that appeared out from the side lapels of the duster styled shirt she wore.

  “I was about to see what Vic had hidden in the vault. I think it’s where the truly naughty stuff is kept. I’ve never been in there or looked. Afraid, I think,” she whispered up to him. Her heart jumped as he took her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the inside of her wrist. She felt her lungs and throat tighten as she struggled to breathe.

  “Well, come with me and we’ll check it out together.” He kept a hold of her hand, a simple act that had rendered her speechless and took away all of her ability to think. He liked that, giving a naughty grin as he went over to the door, pulling it the rest of the way open.

  He already knew what was in that vault. He reached in and flicked on the light, then stepped back to draw her around him, letting her step into the room size vault. She suddenly froze, gasping out as her eyes flashing wide in shock. When she finally took a breath, she moved forward, her eyes going around the room and taking in the sight of the photos of women in various bondage scenes. She came to stand before a sculpture of a woman, bound up in ropes. Her hands and legs were bound up behind her, hanging by her legs, her head down where a man stood before her and his cock buried in her throat, his face wretched in ecstasy. She almost reached out to touch it, but jerked her hand back and kept it over her mouth, staring in shock.

  “It’s Kinbaku, Japanese bondage; the art of using ropes and knots.”

  She looked back over her shoulder, seeing that he had remained back, leaning against the door. “It looks horrid. People really do this? I don’t think I’d like that. I’m certain I wouldn’t!”

  “And what of the picture directly behind you? And honestly.”

  Adri turned and looked over the black and white picture of the woman on the bed in black lacy lingerie and thigh high stockings. She had on a black blindfold while arching back into her lover behind her. He had his hand slipped down into her panties and her bound hands were gripping the bed sheets. “I like that one. I…think it’s a beautiful picture. I don’t…cringe at light bondage.” She tensed as he came to her, standing behind her. “I don’t know why, but I like black and white photographs best. Something about a black and white is just…classier and striped of all the emotions color evokes, leaving a mystery…”

  “And…if I were to blindfold you, tie your hands up above your head and make love to you, pleasure you and making you feel so good until I had you screaming, you think you could handle it?”

  “Yes, but…I’m not sure I’d like it since I wouldn’t be able to touch and pleasure you back. I’d want to touch you. Touching you would be essential when we…are in bed together.”

  His cock fired hard as she spoke with such absolution! “Have you thought at all about what I told you at the lake house; how I like it and that I want you?”

  “Yes, and I’m not afraid. I know you won’t hurt me. I’m ready for more–Intrigued.”

  “In that case, have you used the little gift I sent you yet?” he asked, running his finger down her back and trying not to pant, forcing his breathing to stay steady.

  “No and there was nothing little about it. I plan on giving that certain gift back to you.”

  “Why would you do that? There is a reason I sent it to you, Adri. You were extremely tight. I’m larger than average; it was meant to act as a dilator, to help begin stretching you out. You can either use the vibe or I’ll do it, but I assure you, you won’t like it when I do. I won’t be able to stop or go easy on you just because it’s been a while for you. If I do it myself, it will hurt.”

  Well, here goes nothing. Let’s let our little demon come out and play tonight! “Yes, Sebastian, I know it will, but I don’t care. I want it to. I want everything you said to me on the phone earlier today,” she replied, turning around and looking him in the eye. “I want you to do it, Sebastian, feel your flesh breaking mine. I don’t want you to go easy with me. I don’t want something used on me; I want you to be what stretches me back out, fit yourself in me, as much as you possibly can. Force me to take it, fuck me rough and fuck me hard, until you have me hearing the angels! I just worry that you can’t fuck me hard enough, fast enough, and long enough to satisfy me. I want you to fuck me…with everything you have, no holding back. Use it and pleasure it until I’m raw…” She went up onto her tippy toes, getting into his ear and whispered, “…until you have me screaming, covered and gushing with your hot, beautiful crème!” She bit on his bottom lip and he jerked back. His eyes flashed wide down at her, wiping the blood from his lip.
He was hard, extremely hard, and…every bit of what he said, larger than average. He was deliciously huge…and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on it, to suck him, taste him, and be brute-fucked by him. What did he call it? Raged? Rampage?

  “Those are some awfully big words for a near virgin—virgin compared to me, way virgin! But you don’t get to say such words and then suddenly act all timid and afraid, thinking about backing out of—”

  “I don’t plan to, but I’m staying cautious. My ex-husband rape-fucked me…to get me to sign the divorce papers and I assure you, I can handle what you give me. I didn’t want the divorce and had refused to sign, not…believing in divorce. I wanted to try and fix things, make it better and become a better lover or whatever I needed to do. So…he showed me what I would have to do.” She swallowed, remembering how horrid it had all been. The first time the real abuse started was after he came home late one night; she knew where he’d been. He never hid it and they got in a fight. She still grew sick at the memory of the taste of cunt on him. He had hit her, got her down, and held her jaw, ramming his cock into her mouth and…forcing it on down, making her swallow him. That’s…how she learned to deep throat and to suck hard. She thought she could handle it, and did for a time, but…when he started to beat her…

  Sebastian grabbed her face between both hands. “Put it out of your mind. Let it go, Adriaunn. Don’t ever give him power over you. It ends tonight; do you believe me?”

  She took a shaky breath, shaking her head and turning away to another painting. “I just…wanted you to know that…I’m not so untried and inexperienced that I couldn’t handle what you want, or what you need to do. I haven’t ever done the BDSM or ah…used any devices or even gone into such stores, let alone tried things like that, but I can handle it rough and can give it rough. So, no I haven’t used your little gift and you can have it back.”