Insatiable Series Box Set

by Ashton Blackthorne

  Before I could peer around to see, Brandi eased herself off of my lap. My cock throbbed like it never had before. I needed to be inside Samantha now.

  Brandi pushed Samantha back onto the leather couch next to me. She parted Samantha’s legs and slipped her hands up to pull her lacy panties down her legs.

  Eagerly, Samantha spread her legs and with her right hand she began caressing me through my pants.

  “Damn, Ash, they were right. It’s huge,” she whispered.

  “They usually are,” I replied with a wicked grin.

  I kept watching as Brandi buried her face between Samantha’s legs. She pulled her lips back so I could watch as her tongue circled Samantha’s clit. Over and over again Brandi’s tongue plunged deep into Samantha’s core her face glazed with Samantha’s sweetness which I would sooner or later taste myself.

  Samantha continued rubbing me as I reached over to spread Samantha’s lips open more so Brandi could enjoy her. Samantha writhed with pleasure. Suddenly, Samantha began jerking spasmodically and I knew she’d came.

  The women then stood up. Their lips met passionately as their fingers entwined in each other’s long hair. Their breasts pressed tightly together as they embraced.

  Needless to say, I was floored. The famed publishing guru herself, Samantha Sinclaire doing this with a stripper moments after we first met.

  I handed Brandi several hundred dollar bills and thanked her.

  Samantha retrieved her clothes quickly dressing.

  As we turned to leave, I grabbed her hand.

  “You’re coming home with me, Miss Sinclaire. You might’ve had a slight orgasm from that in there, but when I make you come you’ll know. You’ve given me a sneak preview of just how freaky you are. We’re going to have one wild night.”

  Samantha grinned at me as I slapped her on the ass.

  “There now, that’s just the Mr. Blackthorne I was hoping to meet. You don’t think we just ‘ran into each other’ now, do you?”

  I furrowed my brow considering what she was saying. She raised her fingers to my lips as she gazed into my eyes.

  “No, Mr. Blackthorne, I’ve been frequenting the adult club scene for a few months now just hoping our paths would cross. You’ve got one hell of a reputation and I just want to see if what they say is true.”

  “And what do they say, Miss Sinclaire?”

  “Just what you’d expect. That you are the best there is. You don’t just fuck a woman you make love to her whole body. That she’s never the same afterwards. You are completely and utterly in control the whole time. They only come when you let them.”

  I laughed loudly and nodded.

  “Nice. Well, Miss Sinclaire, all I can do is invite you back to my place and you can tell me if it’s true or not.”

  I took her hand leading her out to my Aston Martin.

  “Nice car, Mr. Blackthorne. Just what I’d expected.”

  “Miss Sinclaire, I can only hope I’ll meet your expectations.”

  She winked at me as she slid her skirt well up her thigh.

  “I know you will.”

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  As I pulled the car up to my building, I handed the keys to the valet. Samantha had tried whipping her panties off in the car, but I insisted she keep them on.

  Denial was one of the most efficient weapons in my arsenal. She’d squirmed wanting to touch me and touch herself, but I firmly told her no.

  She practically raced to the elevator to my apartment.

  “Slow down, baby, we’ve got all night.” I unlocked the door to my apartment and she strolled inside.

  Waltzing into the huge front room complete with a wall-length fireplace, she spun around.

  “Wow, Ash, this place is beautiful!” She ran her fingers over the plush furnishings. Strolling over to the stone fireplace, she admired the fine dark cherry wood mantle.

  With a quick push of a button, the gas fireplace lit up.

  I grabbed the crystal decanter of Scotch and generously filled two glasses.

  Samantha took the glass from me and walked over to the huge picture windows. She sighed as she gazed out at the twinkling night lights.

  “Ash, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

  “Come here, Samantha,” I spoke in a low, commanding tone.

  She turned and I admired how beautiful she was in profile. Her face was perfectly sculpted. Her hair was the color of dark honey, a deeper blonde than my assistant, Amber. It hung smooth and silky down her back. Her eyes were the deep blue of the Caribbean and her skin was a golden tan.

  Samantha kicked off her designer heels and sauntered over to the couch. She slipped in beside me sipping her scotch.

  “So, Samantha, how is it we’ve just met? You have quite the reputation as a very successful woman in the publishing industry. I know you’re a Harvard grad, too. The point I’m trying to make is that I’ve heard of you before, but never envisioned you as being so beautiful. I apologize if that sounds sexist.”

  Samantha ran a finger over her collarbone.

  “Thank you. I’ve made great strides in my career. But that’s not all that I am.”

  “Then just who are you, Miss Samantha Sinclaire?” I placed my glass on the dark cherry wood table. I leaned back throwing my arm across the back of the couch.

  She leaned back against my arm. Her hair felt as silky as it looked.

  “Just a woman, Ash. A woman who has needs. Needs that you could meet.”

  I watched her hand slid up her thigh. I glimpsed her black lacy panties as her skirt inched up.

  “I’m guessing you don’t need financial advice, Samantha,” I whispered as she began lightly kissing my neck.

  “Hmmm…hmmm. You guessed right.” She nuzzled against my neck her soft skin pressing against my own. My cock swelled as she began running her hands over my thigh.

  Grabbing her hands, I looked at her. The glow from the fire burning cast a rosy tint to her face making her look as though she were lit from within. Her eyes burned with desire.

  “Samantha, come with me.” I raised her up to her feet and led her to the bedroom.

  She gasped as she walked into the room with me. I expected her reaction as it wasn’t an ordinary bedroom. I preferred to call that room my chamber or in more ominous terms, my dungeon.

  All around the darkened room were various lovemaking accoutrements-devices that induced both pleasure and pain. Leather whips, leather restraints, blindfolds, nipple clamps, a black lacquered St. Andrew’s cross, a sex swing, and a hard backed chair. The walls were covered in a deep wine brocade fabric. Elaborate lantern style sconces gave the room an eerie glow. The heavy shades were kept drawn.

  “Oh my God, Ash….I never dreamed you were into this.”

  “I wasn’t initially. It was my decorator’s idea. I decided to go with it,” I laughed.

  She stared at me unsure whether or not I was joking.

  “Rest assured, Samantha, I’m no hard-core sadist. I rather liked what she did in here so I decided to keep it mainly as a conversation piece.”

  Samantha chuckled to herself as she picked up the various leather whips and running her hands over a pair of handcuffs.

  “This is truly outrageous, Ash. I never expected this in your home. Thanks for showing me, but there’s still a matter that needs attending to.” She turned and ran her hands over my shoulders.

  “Really, Samantha? What matter might that be?”

  “You know what. I thought you were taking me back to your bedroom.”

  I shook my head smiling.

  “Samantha, just because I said this room was my decorator’s idea doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy it.”

  Fear flickered briefly in her eyes.

  “What?”

  Suddenly, I grabbed her hands and whipped her around. I pushed her onto the chair.

  “Sit, Samantha,” I commanded forcefully.

  She sat down looking up at me.

  “You want to play a game.”
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  “Do I? I…I guess I do,” she smiled nervously.

  “I wasn’t asking, Samantha. We are going to play a game. One we will both enjoy, but you must have patience.”

  Then I pulled a set of leather cuffs from the shelf pulling her wrists behind her, I fastened the cuffs in place.

  “There now. How does that feel?”

  Samantha grinned wickedly.

  “Kinky. I love it, Ash.”

  “Good.”

  Then I reached up her silky long legs and gently pulled her panties off. I grabbed the top of her strapless dress and yanked it down to expose her breasts. They were magnificent and just the way I loved them. Full, firm, luscious. Her nipples were hard and stood up like tiny pencil erasers.

  Samantha’s head fell back as I began to trail my tongue up her long legs kissing her firm inner thighs. Her scent drove me wild as my tongue eased to the apex of her legs. She was smooth just I wished her to be.

  As I teased her with my tongue, my cock throbbed painfully. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her, but it would take time.

  My tongue edged ever closer to her core just where she ached for me. Her hips edged forward on the chair trying to capture my tongue. I reached up to squeeze her big breasts twisting and tugging her nipples until she cried out.

  Finally, as she was dripping wet, she cried out.

  “Ash, please, please….I want you!”

  I looked up at her from between her legs. I nuzzled her wet pussy. She had the most delicious scent I could only imagine how sweet she must taste.

  “What do you want me to do, Samantha?” I trailed my tongue to her inner thigh kissing and sucking the flesh.

  “Lick me please! I want to come!”

  “Oh, you mean like this?” I flicked my tongue back and forth against her lush lips while holding them closed over her quivering swollen clit.

  “No! Spread me open and do that please!” she cried, squirming like crazy on the chair. I could actually feel her clit shivering with excitement.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, I peeled back her delicate wet petals to reveal her soaking sensitive core.

  “Like this?” My tongue flashed out to sweep across her clit.

  “YES!” she screamed. Her hips bucked off the chair.

  “Are you sure, Samantha?”

  I touched the tip of my tongue to her quivering clit. Again, her ass inched off the chair.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes, Ash!”

  A familiar buzzing echoed throughout the room.

  Getting to my feet, I walked over to my phone which was sitting on a shelf near the door.

  “Who the hell would be calling at this hour?” I wondered aloud looking through my messages.

  “What?” Samantha tried to peer around behind her.

  “Shit, it’s my attorney. I’ve been working on this deal for months now. He must’ve found something out.” I stuffed the phone back into my pocket.

  Picking up a set of leg restraints from the shelf, I walked back over to Samantha.

  Placing them firmly around her ankles, I stood to face her.

  “Samantha, I’m so sorry, but I have to take this call. Just sit tight and I’ll be back in just a minute.”

  “What?” she screamed. “You can’t just leave me here like this!”

  As I opened the door, I turned to her again.

  “Ash!”

  “Remember, Samantha, I promised that you would enjoy this, but the key to your pleasure is patience. I’ll be right back.”

  Samantha’s eyes widened in disbelief as I closed the door.

  I snickered to myself as I waltzed casually down the hall knowing how frustrated she must be. After pouring myself a drink and enjoying a leisurely stroll outdoors on my lavish deck, I glanced at my phone. She’d been waiting for over an hour.

  I definitely enjoyed keeping them waiting.

  What most people don’t realize is that by prolonging ecstasy you substantially increase your pleasure leading to orgasms that can shatter glass.

  Whipping off my shirt, I walked back to the room clad only in my tight dress pants.

  Samantha was sitting there her face red and flustered. Her eyes raged at me.

  “Ash, let me go right now! If you don’t let me go, so help me—“

  “You’ll what? Tell everyone how you begged me to fuck you then I played a little game with you? Please, Samantha, you and I both know that will never happen.”

  Carrying a bottle of water, I tipped it to her mouth. Eagerly, she drank.

  “See now, Samantha? You’re fine.”

  The rage in her eyes began to die down.

  “We’re still playing, Samantha.”

  She nodded.

  Her eyes scanned my bare chest which was well toned and covered with a light spattering of fine hair.

  I unfastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. As soon as I did, Samantha leapt to her feet scrambling to locate her clothes.

  “How fucking dare you, Ash? Look at my wrists!”

  Smiling, I took her wrists in my hands twisting them back and forth.

  “They look fine to me, Samantha.”

  “Are you kidding, Ash? They’re all red and scratched. You left me in here for over an hour!”

  Calmly, I leaned against the black lacquered St Andrew’s cross.

  “Samantha, we were playing a game is all. I thought you were all hot and ready to play. I don’t think I was wrong about that.”

  Samantha was still fuming. Her face red she began to pull her dress up her nude body.

  “You don’t want to do that, Samantha.”

  “Like hell I don’t, Ash. Fuck you.”

  Immediately, I strode to her grabbing her arms and pushing her back against the wall. Devouring her mouth, I kissed her hard not to be rough, but to consume her. Her lips were so sweet and full.

  Struggling against me, Samantha attempted to push me away, but I held her fast kissing her mouth my tongue probing between her lips.

  Suddenly, her struggles ceased. She fell against me dropping her dress to her ankles. She threw her arms about me pulling me to her. My cock reared up hard and throbbed against my pants.

  “Ash,” she whispered. “What are you going to do to me?”

  Pulling my mouth from her lips, I traced my hands down to her beautiful big tits. They were round, firm and full. I wanted to suck her nipples until she was soaking wet.

  Taking her hardened nipples into my mouth, I sucked and kissed them until she cried out. I reached down to press a finger against her opening as her eyes closed tight in anticipation. As I slowly slipped my finger inside her, I could feel how soft, tight and wet she was. I could just imagine how good it would feel to sink my cock inside her. My cock pulsed with need.

  Her hands roamed my muscled chest tracing each cut muscle in my stomach with her fingernails. I slid my finger in and out of her slowly, deeply rubbing her G spot.

  “Oh God, Ash, that feels so good.” She moaned as her hands drifted down to my cock.

  Tugging my zipper down, Samantha attempted to pull my cock out.

  “Let me,” I whispered stepping back from her. I stripped my pants off and lowered my shorts to reveal my fully erect cock ready for her to take.

  Samantha sucked in her breath in awe of my size.

  “Oh my God, Ash. I don’t know if I---“

  “Can fit it all in? You have a line of accomplishments behind you, Samantha. I have no doubt you can take me if you try.”

  Samantha smiled and winked as she fell to her knees.

  Pulling me to her, her mouth grazed my shaft. Instantly, my cock swelled even bigger. She took me into her mouth.

  “God, it’s so thick,” she smiled up at me as she continued licking around the head of my dripping cock.

  Samantha pulled me in and out of her mouth taking my entire length with her swirling tongue. She licked all the way down to my balls taking each one into her mouth. I grabbed her by the back of the head and thrust my cock deep into her th
roat. She gagged slightly, but adjusted to my girth and length. Soon, she was deep throating me like no one else had ever been able to do.

  Pulling her head back leaving a light trickle of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, she pressed her hand onto her pussy getting it slick from her own juices then she began stroking my length while taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

  I could feel my orgasm descending upon me like thunder. Just as I was about to come, Samantha abruptly stopped and stood up.

  “Ash, I’m so sorry. I just remembered I have to be up early tomorrow. I have a 7:00 phone conference with our London office.” She picked up her dress and shoes.

  I shook my head.

  What the hell?

  Shocked, I stood there for a moment as she pulled her dress back on.

  “It was fun, Ash. Maybe we can finish what we started in a few weeks.” She smiled sweetly as she stepped into her red high heels.

  Oh, hell no.

  My hand slammed the door shut as she tried to open it.

  “Hell no, Samantha. I know exactly what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work. It’s now or never, honey.”

  “Ash, I told you. I’m sorry, but I really have to go. Now open this fucking door!”

  I stood in front of the door my arms crossed. My cock still hard pointed up at her.

  “No, Samantha. You’re trying to play games with me. I call the shots here. You’re trying to make a move and I’m blocking you.”

  “What the fuck, Ash? This isn’t a chess game. We had fun, but now it’s time for me to go.”

  I laughed. She was trying to get even with me for keeping her waiting. Little did she know I had total control of the situation.

  “Samantha, you cornered me at the bar, begged me to take you home and fuck you and now you want to claim you have an early ‘meeting’ tomorrow? Sorry, baby, it doesn’t wash.”

  She stood there biting her lip trying to decide what her next move should be. Fuck it, I didn’t have time for that. I stripped her dress from her body and then

  swept her up into my arms. I carried her back into my real bedroom which was illuminated with a roaring fire burning in the stone fireplace. She looked in awe at the huge custom sized bed sitting on a pedestal in the right corner of the room. Deep red colored wall coverings decorated the walls accentuated by dark wood. The bed was a masterpiece with an elegantly hand carved mahogany frame.