by Opal Carew
He started to pump in earnest now. Filling her deeply, then pulling back. Then filling her deeply again.
She sucked in air. As Slade thrust into her, she sucked on Mr. Grant, running her tongue along the hard flesh. Loving the feel of the big cock in her mouth.
She wasn't moving on him, and he didn't admonish her.
Slade's cock, driving deep and hard, drove her pleasure higher and higher. The sound of his body slapping against her ass as he filled her was heady and erotic. She could see the effect on the other partners, too, their wilted cocks rapidly swelling back to life.
She could feel the pleasure rising… rising… then… Oh, God, it flashed through her in a mind-shattering orgasm. She moaned around the thick cock in her mouth.
Then Mr. Grant groaned and, even though she wasn't pumping him, he erupted in her mouth. In a domino effect, Slade ground tight against her and she felt his cock swell, then release inside her. The heat of two men filling her sent her pleasure higher.
Mr. Grant drew his cock from her mouth and she moaned as the orgasm continued. Slade kept pumping into her, driving her pleasure on and on.
Finally, he slowed as she faded back to earth, sucking in air. He drew her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to his body. His lips nuzzled her ear.
“Thank you, baby,” her murmured. Then he drew back.
Mr. Grant didn't seem jealous at all of Slade. Probably because he was sure she was fully and totally his.
When Slade released her, Mr. Bairn stepped behind her and Mr. Smith in front of her. Their big cocks both pressed into her at the same time. Mr. Bairn pushed into her ass slowly, and he'd clearly applied lube, so he slid in fairly easily. She gazed up at Mr. Smith and he kissed her, then the two men started to move. They fucked her hard and fast, both groaning at the same time as the found their release. She moaned as another climax blasted through her.
Finally, she faced Mr. Craig. He seemed uncertain, so she guided him to the couch and sat him down, then positioned herself on her knees over him and pressed his cock to her slippery slit. She lowered herself onto him until he was all the way in, then ground her body against him.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her move up and down, his cock driving deep into her.
She rode him with vigor, loving the feel of his hard shaft inside her. Stroking her. Giving her pleasure.
Then she felt it. The swelling pulse of her approaching orgasm.
“Oh, yes,” she wailed.
He watched her, his face intense. She threw her head back and moaned as the pleasure vaulted through her. She felt him swell inside her, then liquid heat filled her, on the echo of his guttural groan.
She collapsed against him as he slumped on the couch. His arm came around her and he nuzzled her ear as they caught their breath.
These wild and crazy sexual acrobatics with multiple men—especially these four special men—were intensely exciting to her. She loved being so desired by all of them.
She sighed as she listened to Mr. Craig's beating heart against her ear and wished she could just stay here. In this office where these men would distract her from the distance between her and her beloved Mr. Grant.
“They certainly liked seeing you today,” Mr. Grant said once they arrived back at his house. “Did you enjoy yourself.”
“Yes, thank you, Sir.”
The partners had enjoyed her body several more times today, but Mr. Grant himself hadn't fucked her. It was as if he was trying to keep a distance between them.
He didn't fuck her that evening, either. Settling for another blow job while watching her caress herself. The pattern seemed to repeat over the next week, though on the weekend, he fucked her hard and fast while she was chained to the wall. Unable to hold him close, or even touch him.
And every night, they parted at her door, leaving her to sleep alone and lonely in her bed.
Even seeing the partners a couple of times a week wasn't enough to take the edge off her unhappiness. She was growing more and more depressed. Finally, she knew she had to do something about it.
Mr. Grant awoke to the feel of a soft hand on his stomach, the fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking.
If felt like heaven, but he knew he had to stop it. Sylvia was defying his rules.
“Sylvia, you're supposed to be in your room.”
“I want to be here.” Her hand tightened around him as she stroked, ramping up his arousal. Her other hand glided over his chest. Her fingertips found his nipple and teased it lightly.
If she kept doing that, he'd wind up letting her stay, and that was a bad precedent. He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, then grasped her wrists and moved her hands away from his body.
“Go back to your room,” he said gently.
“No, Sir.”
He frowned. Clearly, she wanted him to punish her, which was pulling him into giving her exactly what she wanted, but what choice did he have?
He flipped her over his lap and smacked her bottom several times, watching the flesh grow pink. God, he wanted to roll her over and glide his aching cock inside her sweetness.
He slid her to the side of the bed and sat her on the edge, knowing he had to send her away quickly.
“Now go.”
“No,” she said defiantly, her eyes determined.
“Sylvia--”
“Listen to me,” she interrupted. “I love being your slave. I love it when you command me. And when you make love to me. I want you to be my Master. But I need more than what you're giving me.” She rested her hand on his bare chest. “I need to be close to you. To know that you want me, too.” She gazed at him with large, luminous eyes. “I want to stay in your bed tonight. I want you to make love to me.”
“I am the Master. I make the decisions.”
“I know. And a big part of that is meeting my needs.” She rested her hand on his cheek. “And right now, this is what I need.”
Staring into her big, blue eyes… seeing the tears shimmering… waiting to fall… tore at his heart.
And, fuck, he wanted her bad right now, too.
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He tugged her into his arms and captured her mouth, driving his tongue deep inside. She moaned, her breath filling him. Driving up his need.
Their lips parted and he pulled her back onto the bed and rolled over her.
“So you want me to fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, Master.”
Her eyes, wide and full of need, filled him with a craving for something deeper than physical intimacy. He didn't know—or want to know—what it was. Right now, he was driven to fulfill his physical need.
He kissed down her neck and over the swell of one soft mound. His mouth covered her nipple and he lapped at the burgeoning nub.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, her fingers gliding through his hair.
He suckled hard, pulling her soft flesh deep into his mouth.
Her hand glided down his chest, over his stomach, making his flesh burn with need. Then she wrapped her fingers around his cock and drew it to her thighs. She pushed him between her soft legs, widening them, then brushed his tip over her delightfully slick folds.
Unable to stand it any longer, he swept her hand away, then grabbed his thick shaft and pressed it against her slick opening. His gaze locked with hers.
“I'm going to fuck you now, pet. My cock is going to drive deep inside you.”
“Yes.” Her voice, coarse and smoky, ignited his need to another level. “Please, Master.”
His pelvis thrust forward, driving his thick cock deep inside her. He groaned at the feel of her velvet heat around him.
“God damn it, you feel so fucking good.”
“Ohhh.”
It sounded like a sob. His gaze jerked to her eyes and they were watery.
“Sylvia?”
She grasped his shoulders. “I want you so bad.”
She wasn't in distress she just... God, the need in her
eyes... For him.
“I want you, too,” he murmured against her ear. Then he drew back and thrust again.
Her sweet flesh tightened around him. Squeezing him in an intimate hug.
He drove into her. Again. And again.
She trembled beneath him, her eyes glowing with desire. He couldn't drag his gaze from her blissful face as he pounded into her, each thrust eliciting a gasp. Until she was panting.
“Come for me, pet. Let me hear you scream my name.”
He was so fucking close, if she didn't come soon, he was afraid he'd leave her behind.
“I'm coming.” Her hands tightened around his shoulders. “Yes… yes… YES!!!” She arched against him. “Mr. Grant!!!” She wailed his name on a long moan.
Just in time. His cock exploded inside her, spewing deep into her warmth.
It seemed to last an eternity, a moment encapsulated in time. Balanced on the edge of forever.
Then he collapsed, shuddering with absolute, blissful ecstasy.
Slowly rousing from sleep, Sylvia felt the warm body she was snuggled against move away. She murmured a soft protest. She opened her eyes to see Mr. Grant's tight, naked butt as he walked away. She sighed and rolled onto her back, luxuriating in the warmth of his bed, the scent of his musky cologne still emanating from his pillow.
A few minutes later he returned, his hair wet, a towel draped around his hips.
She sat up, letting the covers fall to her waist, exposing her naked breasts. His gaze fell to her taut nipples and she was pleased at the spark of interest in his steel-blue eyes. She pushed the covers aside, revealing the rest of her body. She could see his rising cock push at the towel.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Master?”
Her stomach fluttered at the thought of him climbing back into bed and driving deep inside her again.
But he drew in a deep breath and shifted his gaze to her face.
“Yes. I'd like you to make breakfast. An omelet, toast and coffee will be fine.”
She blinked. He was really sending her away?
“I want it on the table in fifteen minutes, so you'd better get started.”
She pushed herself from the bed and hurried to the kitchen. She quickly chopped some mushrooms, green onions, ham and cheese and beat the eggs, then put the bread in the toaster, ready to go. The coffee machine was already brewing the coffee.
When Mr. Grant walked into the kitchen exactly fifteen minutes later, the omelet was just finished cooking. She slid it onto the plate and set it on the table. He sat down as she buttered the toast that just popped up, then set it and a full mug of steaming coffee by his plate.
Mr. Grant took a bite of the omelet Sylvia had put in front of him. It was delicious. But it wasn't enough to distract him from the sight of her naked body. She stood by the table, waiting for his commands.
He could tell her to sit down across from him. Or maybe to go put on some clothes so he could stop being distracted and enjoy his breakfast.
Or…
“Seeing you naked has given me an appetite of another kind,” he said.
“What would you like me to do for you, Master?”
Her obvious eagerness to please delighted him.
“I want you to suck my cock while I eat my breakfast, but with a light touch. I want to fully enjoy the breakfast you made me.”
“Of course, Master.”
She crouched down and slid under the table. Then he felt her fingers glide over his engorged cock. She pulled down the zipper and drew out his stiff member. When he felt her lips surround his swollen cockhead, he almost groaned.
She glided down his cock, taking him partway into her mouth, then slid away. When she glided forward again, she took him a little deeper. He enjoyed his omelet, the experience enhanced by the feel of her lips around him.
She took him all the way into her mouth—so warm and silky—as he sipped his coffee. She moved slowly on him—enough to increase his breathing and heart rate, but still allowing him to eat, and savor every bite.
But when the last bite was done, he relaxed in the chair, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she suckled him gently, her fingers stroking his balls.
Fuck, he wanted to be inside her hot pussy.
He cupped her head and pulled her tight to his groin. His cock pushed deep into her throat. Then he released her.
He drew his chair back so he could see her.
“Suck me faster now,” he commanded.
She gazed up at him. The sight of her wide blue eyes staring at him, his cock buried in her mouth, sent his hormones into overdrive. She began to move on him, taking him deep, in fast, steady strokes, those big eyes of hers locked on his face.
He was getting close.
He stroked her hair. “Are you wet?”
She nodded.
“Good.” Then he grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. “Fuck me.”
She moved over his lap and pressed his cock to her opening. At the feel of her slick flesh, he almost lost it. She sank onto him, taking him deep inside her velvet warmth.
“Ah, fuck, yeah.” He grasped her waist and moved her up and down.
Her channel tightened around him and her face was filled with pleasure. Two more strokes and he groaned, erupting inside her. To his satisfaction, she moaned her release at the same time.
Sylvia rested against Mr. Grant's solid body, enjoying the glow of pleasure. His arms were around her and her head resting on his shoulder.
She could stay like this forever, especially with his thick cock still embedded inside her.
But his hands rested on her shoulders and eased her back. As soon as she saw his face, the closeness between them dissipated. She stood up, feeling empty as his cock slid from her.
“I'm going to the office now,” he said as he stood up. “I'll see you this evening.”
So he wasn't taking her with him.
Once he'd gone, she cleaned up the dishes, then got dressed and did his laundry and other tidy up around the house. The whole time, she thought about last night and her success at being allowed to stay in his room overnight. He'd resisted, but finally relented when she'd pushed, granting her request by making love to her and letting her sleep in his arms.
Would this be a battle she would have to wage every night? She knew she couldn't go back to sleeping alone in her room. She needed to be close to him.
As the day wore on, she became more adamant that she had to make him understand. That he needed to grant her this.
Mr. Grant set his briefcase down in the entrance and pushed off his shoes. All he could think of was Sylvia waiting for him naked in the living room. All day at the office, all he could think about was Sylvia riding his cock. Wishing he'd brought her to the office, just so he could fuck her whenever he wanted, which today probably would have been several times. He'd fantasized about her being on the couch in his office, her ankles tied to the legs, holding her thighs wide open so he could see her bare pussy whenever he looked up.
Fuck, he was so hard right now, he could stride right into the living room, shove her against the wall, drive deep into her wetness, and come in three strokes.
But when he walked into the living room, instead of Sylvia kneeling by the fireplace, naked and ready for him, she sat on the couch in jeans and a shirt.
He raised an eyebrow.
“We need to talk,” she said.
The fact that she didn't say Master or Sir sent alarm bells ringing in his head. He debated calling her on it and demanding she strip and kneel before him, but caution won out.
He sat on the chair across from her. “What do we need to talk about?”
She folded her hands in her lap. “I think you know.”
“Is this about you staying in my room at night?”
She nodded.
“You know my rule is that you stay in your own room. Last night, you tempted me into letting you stay in my bed, but I don't want you to make a habit of that.”
Her gaz
e sharpened as it locked with his. “Well, that's just it. I want to stay in your bed. Every night. I can’t accept being in a separate room. I need to be close to you.” Her blue eyes were filled with determination. “I need to know I'm important to you.”
“Of course, you’re important to me. That’s why I got you back from Mr. King.”
“But nothing has changed from before. You're still keeping me at a distance.”
“You're wrong. A great deal has changed.”
He'd come long strides in accepting that he needed Sylvia in his life. He never thought he'd let a woman get under his skin like she had. That he would admit he needed a woman. But he'd done that with her.
“I've accepted that you are a part of my life,” he continued, his heart pounding. “And I know now that I will never let you go again.”
But to let her into his bed every night… He would become addicted to her closeness. Would need her soft body nestled against his. Surely he would lose a part of himself as he grew to need her more and more.
No, he had to keep some distance between them.
“But you don’t love me,” she shook her head, the pain in her eyes agonizing to see. “You’ll never love me.”
He gritted his teeth, wishing he could tell her what she wanted to hear. His chest tightened. But he couldn't.
“I care for you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. I’ll always make sure you’re happy.”
She shook her head. “That's a lie.”
Anger surged through him. “I’m not lying.”
“I know you don’t mean to, but you have let someone hurt me.” She gazed at him with shimmering eyes. “And that someone is you.”
His chest compressed. “Sylvia, I—“
The pain in her eyes was agonizing to him.
“And I will never be happy. Not as long as I’m with you. Because I’ll never have your heart.” Tears welled from her eyes and she stood up. “So I’m leaving.”
Pain lanced through his heart. “But you can’t. You’re mine.”
She walked to the desk and pulled out the envelope with the contract.
“No,” she said simply. “I’m not.”
