by Sarah Stein
“Yes. Can I help you?” Delray grumbled.
He needed away from her and fast. The sheer force of her presence ignited all his senses causing him to stutter. He was aware of her scent and wanted to take her viciously. His hands ached to grasp her ass and strike out for taking him so abruptly the other night. He ached to show her what it felt like to succumb but knew she wouldn’t accept it.
Damn. He had it bad. Her gaze connected with his as if reading his mind. He felt she knew his thoughts and played on it. His skin tingled with the thought of connecting on such an intimate level. Letting her in and losing control once again.
“I wanted to remind you of your dinner meeting with the owners of Fabrics United. They need work done as well,” Jolene reminded.
“Right. I forgot about that,” Delray absently stated.
After muttering a thank you, they resumed toward his office. He couldn’t get away fast enough as her scent followed him inside the luxurious room. His body felt as if it were heavy with the amount of pressure he carried in his sack. His genitals were engorged and he knew if she touched him, he would spill his seed. He required release and soon.
Hesitantly, he spun around to face the Robichauxs before starting the meeting. He felt as if they knew his struggle but surely, they couldn’t guess what his problem was.
The entire meeting Jolene inserted herself. She made sure Delray’s clients were taken care of and made sure if Delray needed her assistance she’d help. Of course, he didn’t ask because the service he needed had zilch to do with his customers and everything to do with fucking her.
“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice,” Pierre confirmed, “I understand with the parades rolling this weekend. It will be difficult to finish the project in time but we need to in order to have our celebration.”
“Yes, and we’re willing to pay double to make sure it’s done in time,” Sally interjected.
“I understand fully. Don’t worry about a thing. My men will be on top of it and your party will go on as planned,” Delray promised.
“That’s exactly what we want to hear,” Pierre beamed.
They stated their goodbyes before exiting Delray’s office. He couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over. His thoughts rested on Jolene and her husky voice each time she interrupted his meeting. His ire spiked and he wanted to reprimand her.
As soon as the coast was clear, he unbuttoned his gray khaki dress pants before landing his ass on his office chair.
It was cold against his rear but he didn’t care because the bite was welcomed. He hung his head low as he stroked his massive palm along his cock before cradling his balls. He couldn’t wait to alleviate the dull ache and wanted to pound his cock in the closest opening he could find.
He stretched the skin of his phallus tight before squeezing his balls. The feeling caused him to hiss in pain but he couldn’t stop. He fisted his dry cock with agonizing thrusts as moans escaped his lips. His eyes rolled back from the sharp intensity of his actions.
“We need to—” Jolene broke off.
His body froze as the sound of her voice washed over him. He continued stroking his cock as he raised his head and their stares connected. He knew how it looked but didn’t care. His dick twitched as the scent of her wafted to him.
She shut the door and twisted the lock before walking closer to his desk. He should feel guilty for being caught but didn’t. If anything, he wanted her to make a move so he could finally come undone.
Her gait was slow and steady as she kept eye contact. Not once did she falter and he felt like prey. His fist moved at a steady pace as he waited for her reaction.
She was beautiful with her black pencil skirt and royal blue low-cut blouse. Her hair flowed in black rivulets down her back as her blue eyes smothered over with hunger. He knew that look and waited days to see it cross her face.
She bent over his desk with her elbows resting and peeked over. Her eyes widened as her tongue swiped at the tinted pink of her top lip. He could tell she liked what she saw as she reached her finger over to flick at the slit of his mushroom head. His phallus jerked as he was reminded of the whip.
“Naughty boy,” Jolene murmured, “If I knew you’ve been playing, I would’ve shown up sooner.”
“Why are you in here?” he managed to squeak past the lust.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m not leaving without finishing what you started,” she guaranteed.
“What makes you think I want you to?” he fished.
“Oh, you do,” she stated.
Her confidence struck him. He should be appalled at the audacity of the situation but only thought to end the madness of his full sack. At that point, he was sure to give her anything she wanted without question.
She stood straight, walked around the desk and ended at Delray’s back. Her fingers glided through his bronzed hair before wrapping as much as she could around her tiny fist. His head ached with the force of her pull, and he was surprised by how strong she was. Her left hand reached around to his right nipple and pinched with force as she pulled his hair tighter.
His breath hitched before responding, “Fuck!”
“You like that? I can see it in your eyes. The craving,” Jolene voiced, “Your body bucks at the feel of my hands. Know this; I like it rough, real rough. And I like to be in charge, watch as my partner begs for mercy.”
She continued her onslaught while explaining, “You’ve witnessed the pleasure I brought the other night, imagine it always like that.”
“What are you asking of me?” he questioned as pain coursed through his nipples.
“I’m asking you to look within yourself and question if this is what you want because this is how I am. There are no contracts and no rules, just what I request at the time of our merging. I’ll give you your moments but this is how I get off,” Jolene revealed.
He was at a loss for words.
“If this isn’t something you seek, then say the word and I’ll go. There’s a lot about my world that you’re in the dark about, but I can introduce you slowly and we can both take pleasure from it,” she continued.
Her hands kept his head back as she kissed him from behind. Soft lips grazed along his before her tongue darted out and licked along his top lip. Her fingers pinched his left nipple this time as his mouth opened for the yell. Instead of words, her tongue plugged in his mouth dueling until it seemed he couldn’t get enough of her.
He wanted to pound her ass into the desk and take what was his. He moaned in ecstasy as their lips moved together in a frenzy.
“I like what I feel so far. Remove the skirt,” Delray weakly mustered.
He was surprised she didn’t argue with his statement considering she liked to make the rules.
She obliged by removing her skirt and thong before hooking her legs inside the armrest of his office chair. She lowered herself with ease atop his body as he hungrily fed his cock inside her pussy. He tore open her blouse before revealing her black-laced brassiere. While his right hand molded to the cleavage that was spilling out, his left hand unclasped the bra revealing her silken smooth skin.
He tore his mouth away to snag a look at the prize before him, gorgeous and his for the taking.
She moved fervently and wild like an animal released from prison. Her body bucked atop his as her breasts collided with his face. He nipped at her nipples with each smack while clutching her ass.
She gripped his hair tight to control her moments. Her eyes were wild and sexy. With every movement he wanted to fuck her even harder.
“Delray!” she yelped as her pussy clenched around his phallus.
He couldn’t hold back as he shot a massive load into her, lessening the ache from his balls.
The thought of opening his eyes to see disgust didn’t sit well with him. He knew what she craved and what they did wasn’t it. How could he let himself dip so low? She’d hate him for making her give in to their desire.
When Jolene scooted from Delra
y’s lap and dressed herself, he knew she was finished. He couldn’t blame her. They led different lives and no one was willing to bend.
Chapter 7
Jolene knew what they did was out of her element yet she threw caution to the wind. For once in her life she gave in to impulse and fucked Delray the way he craved. Did she enjoy it? Of course, but her orgasm didn’t rock her body as usual.
She was more than prepared for his cock. Wanted it with all her being but it lacked the pain she craved. The begging was what turned her on the most. It didn’t sit well with her. Jolene knew she had a problem, which was why she sought Serenity Cavern. She was honestly worried what Delray thought of her if she revealed her lack of excitement.
Pulling his hair and pinching his nipples helped but the plea to cum wasn’t there.
She refused to be the submissive. It’s not what turned her on but if Delray were willing to play, she’d provide the necessary toys. She was never one to back down.
“Meet me at Serenity Cavern tonight at eight,” Jolene demanded.
“Okay,” Delray replied quickly.
She wondered why he didn’t hesitate to answer but thought better of it. It wasn’t like he had to agree. All he needed to do was say his safe word and she’d stop her torture. She didn’t feel an ounce of guilt from their first night together and she knew he secretly liked it. Besides, he was the one to stop her from coming because of jealousy and left her hanging after she gave him a startling orgasm.
She’d get hers next time and make sure he begged for it.
Hopping off his lap, she fixed her clothing before leaving his office. The last thing she wanted was to hear the others talking about her disheveled state. If she wanted to fuck Delray in his office, it shouldn’t be their concern. People were too nosy for Jolene’s taste.
The rest of the afternoon crept by slowly. She figured she’d call a cab to meet Delray at Serenity Cavern later on. She didn’t want anything to stop her progress with him. She felt her luck was changing.
She had a glimpse of him a few times before he hid himself behind his office door. Was she smitten? Probably so but she refused to admit it. Every time she caught sight of him, her pussy ached with anticipation.
She knew what she wanted from him, and the only option to get it was in the dungeon. Every time she gazed at the clock, not much time had passed. Damn, she was getting soft.
Once her time ended, she grabbed her wallet and house keys, said her goodbyes and headed out the door. She had no time to waste. Her only thought rested on what to wear that would rock his world. She wanted him bad.
On the walk home, Jolene noticed the streets were barricaded for the upcoming parades. She clearly forgot all about Mardi Gras approaching. Every year the dominants of Serenity Cavern and surrounding clubs hung out in their favorite spot near Bourbon Street. They cheered on the parades and showed up mostly to display their prized submissive. If everyone maintained decency, the cops paid no attention to them.
Jolene showed off Neal, although the others remained jealous. This year she wasn’t sure whom she’d bring.
The steel blockades were positioned all down Canal Street and veered off toward St. Charles Street. They were used to stop people from entering the streets during the parade. It was useful but there was always that one person who pushed past the barricades and got hurt.
Before she stopped at the end of her destination, she noticed a blockade right in front of her yard. The beauty of strangers gathering in front of her house during a large event didn’t sit well with her. There wasn’t much you could do but wait for the holiday to end.
She squeezed through the two barricades before reaching her front door with renewed vigor. She had a hop in her step and knew why. Delray was going to meet her on her terms. Her heart raced with the thought of touching him again and possibly tasting his cock. She loved the way it fit snugly in her pussy.
Their moment escalated so quickly; she felt it was a dream. It didn’t occur like her dreams but at that point, she would’ve taken anything he offered. When his eyes glazed over as she climbed atop him, she wanted so bad to torment him. Soon.
He was the one guy she’d waited for without realizing it. The man who made her feel valued even if it was only as his secretary. Her mind reeled with the realization that she loved Delray but knew she could never disclose it to him.
He was skeptical about her kink. That was enough to keep her love a secret.
Faint from the awareness of her love for Delray, she carefully showered herself, permitting the steam to fill the bathroom. She wanted nothing more than to get to him but was unsure. Would he notice how she felt? She couldn’t allow that. That last thing she needed was to show weakness.
Once she shampooed and conditioned her hair, she smoothed the silky body wash over her skin then rinsed her hair and body cleaned. She seized the bath towel from the holder before drying her body.
As she wiped away the fog from the mirror, her reflection showed a young woman who looked fragile. Squaring her shoulders and mustering her nerve to continue, Jolene decided to go after what she wanted. Delray. The man who had haunted her dreams for years. Now it was Jolene’s turn to be happy even if it meant she had to coax him into her world slowly.
Finally finished with the last touches of her hair and face, she rummaged through her dresser for the perfect outfit. She wanted the look of awe to cross his face. When she found a black onyx and amethyst plaid skirt with the matching corset, she knew it was the perfect get-up. Her black sandals were laced from the ankle and ended below the knee.
One last look in the mirror showed her success and allowed for butterflies to take flight in her stomach. She was nervous and wasn’t sure if she could hide it.
She finished her look with a dark crimson gloss on her lips, grabbed her keys and bag and headed out the door to wait for the cab.
Not long after she exited her home, the cab arrived. She wasn’t sure when Delray would be at the club but wanted to arrive in good fashion. She didn’t want him to wait on her especially considering she invited him.
The cab driver opened the back door for her so she could slide into the back seat. It was a short ride but she didn’t feel like walking.
“Where would you like me to take you?” the cab driver asked.
“Serenity Cavern. It sits on the corner of Canal and Magazine Street,” Jolene directed.
“That’s not far off. How come you requested a cab?” the driver queried.
“I don’t particularly feel like walking tonight,” Jolene absently stated.
Geez, the cab driver was nosy.
Just when she started to feel uncomfortable with the weird driver, he drove up to the club. She paid her fare and left the car. She couldn’t seem to get away fast enough. Yeah, she could probably kick his ass especially since she had many torture tools in her bag, but she wasn’t one to waste her time on someone not worth it.
She walked as quickly as she could before entering Serenity Cavern.
“Good evening, Mistress Jolene,” Zachariah greeted, “enjoy your time.”
“You too and I sure will,” she replied with a wink.
Zachariah groaned and she knew he found her attractive but off limits. He wouldn’t mess with her because of her title. He had a ton of hard limits so they didn’t click.
Finally reaching the bar area, she pulled out a stool and took a seat. She wanted to set up in one of the back rooms but didn’t know if Delray would look for her there.
“What’ll you have to drink?” Seth asked.
“Give me water. I don’t want anything heavy,” Jolene replied.
He nodded his head in her direction and reached for a bottle of cold water. When he handed it to her she thanked him.
“Mind if I ask whom you’re waiting for?” Seth inquired.
“Yes, actually I do mind,” she answered, “I don’t want to jinx it.”
“No problem but I could keep an eye out for you while you go set up. Just an idea,” Se
th said.
“I’ll just wait here. He shouldn’t be too long,” Jolene believed.
“Suit yourself,” Seth replied.
Her eyes itched to glance at the clock on the wall above the bar. Yes, she felt time kept slipping too fast and Delray should be there, but she didn’t want to seem impatient. Instead, she forced her gaze to travel along the people rubbing against one another on the dance floor.
Bodies swayed to Nine Inch Nails and in the back of the room a couple was playing out a scene. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in his or her partner on and off the dance floor while Jolene sat alone at the bar.
Typical. She’d never sat alone and waited on anyone, it didn’t matter who it was.
Her curiosity got the best of her when she finally glanced at the clock. It read 9 p.m. Yep, he was late and she was fuming. Her mind came up with many scenarios on why he was late but the fact remained, he never called.
She gave him a whole hour to redeem himself and he still decided not to show. Who was he to stand her up? Her hands itched to punish someone, if not him.
“No show?” Seth questioned.
She watched as his arms made circular movements across the bar with a wet towel. He always kept the area spotless.
“Looks that way,” she answered, “send me someone who doesn’t have a long list of hard limits, preferably Neal.”
She knew it was risky putting Neal in the middle of something out of her hands. The last thing she wanted was to cause more attachment. Neal seemed to request for her each time he arrived at the club.
Jolene didn’t feel like playing. She didn’t want to show weakness when her heart ached with the knowledge of Delray’s absence.
Upon getting up from the barstool, she nodded Seth’s way and walked toward the back rooms. If Delray were going to be a no show, then she’d take her frustration out on someone who gave a damn. Never again would she wait up on another man regardless of who he was.
This was her game and she made the rules. Delray had another think coming if he thought he could stand her up. She wanted revenge but knew it wasn’t the time to lash out. The fact remained, she gave her body to someone she thought cared for her.
