by Amy Brent
“Eric,” she said in a demanding tone.
I smeared my hand over her face.
“Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?”
As soon as her lips desperately clasped onto my palm, I ripped it away.
Grabbing both of her breasts, I looked her in the eye and said, “You’ll only speak when I let you.”
Her whole face drooped in a twist of frustration as she threw herself forward, her lips open desperately. I backed away even farther so only two of my fingers were lightly touching the tip of her nipple.
“What is it you want, Kathryn? What do you want from me?”
My cool voice made her face contort into a snarl.
“Eric,” she pleaded, “please.”
I stretched over to her ear, my lips nibbling on the tender shell.
“Please what?” I kissed into her auditory depths.
Her whole body now a coil of tension, she spit out, “Fuck me, please.”
I twisted my head so I could enjoy the desperate longing on her features.
Kissing her ear in long, slow, twining slurps, I urged her, “Beg me. Beg me to fuck you.”
As I unleashed the biggest onslaught of ear sucking and nibbling yet, an enraged cry spilled out of her lips.
“Fuck me, Eric, please. I’m begging you!”
Immediately, I threw myself on her.
“Are you ready for this?”
Chapter 3
Kathryn
His arrogant words echoed in my head uselessly: Are you ready for this?
My whole body was twisted with the suppressed desire he’d lit in me. Was I ready for this? Hell no. I could barely think as it was.
When his dick slipped inside me, everything was obliterated. Its thick hardness rammed all conscious consideration out of me. Everything was enveloped in the warm heat emanating from my pussy. Oh, fuck did it feel good. We were just in missionary, but it felt like a totally different position with him. It felt like this sex was on a whole different plane of being. In and out, side to side. With every thrust, the clasp of my pussy met him. I was just as delirious for more as he was. Our bodies smacked together, and already I could feel mine giving into the torrent of pleasure he cruelly teased into me.
A smack to my cheek awakened me.
“Look at me as I fuck you,” Eric growled, his eyes alight.
I glared at him, pleasure now radiating from the spot he’d struck on my cheek all the way back down to my pussy. That had been painful, sure, but why was it I now felt more pleasure?
As he rammed himself into me the harder and faster than before, both our bodies tensed with the strain and the upcoming release.
Eric slapped one of my tits to the side.
“Come on. Come,” he said. “I know you want to.”
Another groan escaped my lips. How was it his dick was like a thermometer in my body, gauging the exact temperature of turned on I was?
Eric slapped my face again, sending my whole body into shivers.
“Do it,” he urged me, and I did.
My body’s shaking grew into outright flailing, and a scream clawed its way out of my throat. All control left me, as I thrashed with pure liquid joy.
I was not sure how long it was later when I realized Eric’s dick was still hard inside me.
“I want to see what else you’ve got,” he said calmly.
My body was aching and yet still insanely turned on. Instinctively, my pussy clasped at the hard dick still inside it.
Eric chuckled. Reaching up, he undid the handcuff around the bed. Then he positioned my still woozy form so that I was lying on my belly. He lifted my handcuffed hand and once again attached it to the bedpost, although this time in a different position.
A pause. I craned my head back to see Eric taking in my naked form from the back with greedy eyes.
“So fucking hot,” he said in a hoarse voice.
His stroke started at my head and traveled all the way down the top of my body, ending up at my ass, which he gave a nice good squeeze. This squeeze was joined by another, and another, until he was caressing the ample flesh there. Boy, was I glad I had used the last of my vanilla body butter to prepare a few hours ago. I could tell by the way he was massaging me that my ass was the softest he’d ever felt.
A slap of pain resounded through me as Eric suddenly struck my ass. A low groan spilled out of my lips. I turned around to see him looking at the red handprint on my flesh with a smile.
He crawled up so that his face was right next to mine.
“Yes,” he said, “you are exactly what I’ve been looking for.”
He sealed the words with a devastating kiss. Then, peeling himself away, he crawled on top of me. He was not as heavy as you would have expected with those muscles and all. I felt pleasantly pinned down, not suffocated.
He eased the tip of his dick inside me tauntingly.
“How do you like that?”
My whole body could only respond with delirious shakes. Everything was still half blurry from the last time I had come. I didn’t know how much more I could take. But when he slithered his dick in even farther, I knew that I not only wanted it but needed it.
“Yes, please,” I found myself saying. “More.”
I could hear Eric’s smile in his voice as he innocently said, “More?”
As he shoved his dick in farther, it shoved the answer out of my lips: “More.”
Eric happily complied.
The next thrust was a body-shaking slam. Swiping his dick in me, gripping my hips for an anchor, he fucked me hard and fast. Our bodies smashed together in a kind of a delirium. Once again, I was completely enveloped by the rhythm he was building. It was nearing a finality that had to be reached. More built on more, and still more.
His dick was an unforgiving knife stabbing pleasure into me. Already, every one of my nerves was tingling. I had one toehold left on control of my body. When Eric took both of my hands and held them behind my back, I lost it.
Eric’s cock knew this, too. Jackhammering me mercilessly, it propelled my orgasm higher and higher. Animalistic noises fell out of me. My body left me. My vision went black and red and yellow. I was on the summit of pleasure, shrieking with it, a second orgasm rocking through me. His own hard, spurting dick pushed it on further. And then we reached the pinnacle of pinnacles, the pleasure that couldn’t be topped, and we slumped back into each other.
Afterward, the world was tingly. As Eric wiped himself down with a soft towel, he handed another one to me.
I accepted it with a sulky smirk.
“I wasn’t worthy of it the first time?”
Eric smirked himself.
“Pretty sure you were, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure.”
As I dabbed at myself with the silky silver thing, I smiled.
“Guess I earned it.”
Eric paused to give me an extremely tender look, his hand stopping on my cheek.
“You more than earned it,” he said, withdrawing his gaze.
As he relaxed on the bed, his hands behind his back, I got up and started putting my dress back on.
“Going so soon?”
I turned to see him wearing a slightly disappointed expression.
“Yeah, sorry,” I told him. “I do have to work tomorrow. I’m a writer, remember?”
Eric pursed his lips.
“Oh, yes. In our email exchange, you did mention that.”
There was the sound of the bed shifting, then, “Wow, I didn’t realize it was already eleven. Yeah, you better go. I’ve never been big on sleepovers.”
He looked strange as he said that, as if reminding himself instead of telling me.
“I’ll walk you to the door though,” he said, getting up.
Together, we walked through his mansion to the door. My mind was still hazy and buzzing. I hadn’t dared to have a thought about what had just happened. It was all too new, too crazy.
“Goodbye then.”
I barely noticed that we�
��d reached his glossy wooden front door.
“Thank you for a wonderful time,” I said.
Smiling, he nodded.
“Thank you for a wonderful time, too. And the best sex in, well”—he laughed—“a long while.”
Luckily, I didn’t have to think of what to say next because he kissed me. The kiss held all the passion of what we had just done. It was a lip-smacking, tongue-thrashing goodbye that left me throbbing with furtive want.
“Goodbye,” I said softly, stumbling out the door. As it closed behind me and I faced the cool, clear night air ahead of me, I could think only one thing: What the fuck had just happened?
Chapter 4
Eric
“And it may be hard but…”
I nodded absently, and that was the last I really heard as Tom blathered on. Tom was right, but not in the way he thought. With all that had happened last night, it was hard for me to concentrate on this meeting, especially when it was a meeting I didn’t even think was necessary. While I was all for keeping the team inspired and on course, these meetings often resembled more of a boring wind fest than the raw inspiration I hoped for.
Despite my intensive interview process, which involved several levels of phone interrogation before an in-person technical demonstration, I’d ended up with, more or less, a bunch of timid brainiac types—which was helpful in the technological sense. There was no denying that Virus Killer was the best antivirus software on the market. But as for the actual implementation of any updates, bug fixes, or even just dealing with customer complaints and problems, the results had been…shit. Who was I kidding? It was shit.
My smart employees knew how to fix problems, but they didn’t know how to be brave or self-sufficient enough to make the decisions I wanted them to make themselves. Instead, just because I had come up with this company and done all the programming for the first version, they looked to me as some kind of virus-killing god. As a result, they all tiptoed around, afraid to do anything that upset the god.
The one exception was Mark, my best friend from college who had helped me come up with the company and was in charge of the marketing and promotional side of things. He had the mad hunger and easy confidence I had and didn’t need or ask my approval for most of what he did. In fact, he had somehow gotten himself out of even having to attend these meetings.
Unlike me. So, cue the never-ending, increasingly useless sequence of meetings. One per week for my employees to ask me to do what they should’ve known and done themselves. My habitual urgings of them to take initiative had so far come up with zilch.
A smile appeared at the corners of my lips. But last night! That Kathryn was more than I could’ve even hoped for. Could last night have been a fluke? I shook the thought away. There was no way. I had seen and felt Kathryn’s wet desire with my own fingers. She was as into everything that had happened last night as I had been. Still, sexy, funny, and submissive—it almost seemed too good to be true.
At the edge of my mind there was this nerve-racking feeling that there was a catch somewhere. But if that were the case, I sure couldn’t find it. Just the thought of her had my dick stiffening in arousal.
My hand reached for my phone, but I decided against it. I couldn’t become too dependent on the woman, and I did see her yesterday. Besides, I was in a meeting right now, and tonight I was going out for drinks with Mark. I’d probably find another nice distraction tonight, which would put things in perspective with Kathryn. As hot, sexy, and submissive as she was, I was not a one-woman kind of guy.
Work ended after the meeting. I at least had the foresight to schedule these things at the end of the day so the result of having me almost fall asleep didn’t ruin the rest of an otherwise productive workday.
As I made my way to my car, Mark approached me, his leather coat half on one arm.
“You left too fast for me to ask you—we still on for tonight?”
Smiling, I nodded.
“You bet. Be at Luxe in thirty.”
He gave me a pat on the back.
“I can tell it’s going to be a good night.”
At Luxe, I found Mark at his usual stool-bound spot at the end of the bar.
“How can you even sit on those things so long?” I said, gesturing to the hard mirrored surface.
Mark lifted his glass of Rickard’s Red to me in salute.
“Beer.”
We laughed, and I settled on the stool beside him. The night was still young, so there weren’t many people there. Mark and I hastily split a couple of fry baskets; then I got started on drinking. I ordered a Rickard’s Red, too, as Mark excitedly filled me in on the next charity plan he had.
“So, get this,” he said. “A sloth sanctuary.”
I tried to keep the smile off my face as I responded, “A sloth sanctuary?”
Taking a big sip of his beer, Mark nodded furiously.
“A baby sloth sanctuary.”
By now, I knew better than to search his face for signs of him joking. Mark was an odd egg, that was for sure. Looking at him, with his well-kept blond hair, beefy form, butt chin, and all-American shining blue eyes, he looked more like an ex-football player or Army sergeant than a marketing manager who had an unusual interest in charity work with animals.
“Hasn’t that been done already?” I asked, egging him on.
“The more the merrier,” Mark said, settling his glass on the countertop. “Think about it, man. Everyone loves baby sloths, but those villager fuckers are screwing up their habitat. We have to step in.”
“Okay, okay,” I said. “What you want me to do about it?”
“Oh, nothing,” Mark said with a little squirming movement of his lips in the way that told me something was coming. “When you do your new release, just include a little ad for this that says you’ll match every dollar people donate.”
“We’ll match every dollar?” I said incredulously, although we both already knew I was going to agree.
“Every dollar,” Mark said primly.
Throwing up my hands, I said, “The things I do for my friends.”
Although really, equally strangely perhaps, I liked that sort of thing. Not for the publicity it got Virus Killer, or even the sense of pride at being able to give so much money to such a good cause. No, there was something about imagining those happy little animals, a baby sloth crawling around somewhere, that made me smile.
“And come with me to Costa Rica this May to set it up,” Mark continued.
“All right. I’ll see,” I said, which basically meant yes.
I sipped some more of my dark draft, closing my eyes. I could almost see it now, hanging out with Mark, each of us with a baby sloth clutched in one arm and a Coke in the other, smiling. And afterward, going back to a nice little hut I had rented and finding Kathryn waiting for me in the hammock, ready and willing to—
My eyes snapped open. Whoa there, hang on. May was three months away. Who knew if I’d even want to see Kathryn in three weeks?
“You look thoughtful,” Mark said, eyeing me knowingly.
I turned away, scowling. Guess that was what you got for having a best friend for over ten years. Mark had a good sense of me by now, sometimes better than I’d have liked.
“I know, I know,” he said. “We got caught up talking business too long and haven’t examined tonight’s events.”
Smirking at me, he aimed the fishing hook of his gaze around the bar, which was now considerably busier than when I’d come in. I followed his scanning eyes as they passed over a short redhead with big teeth and boobs; her companion, a tall gangly brunette with a deliciously low-cut dress; a curvy black woman grooving to the barely audible beat already; and, finally, two Asian girls giggling behind their palms as they eyed Mark.
“I don’t know,” Mark said with an uncertain yet excited smile. “Which do you think?”
“What’s the rush?” I said. “Can a guy finish his drink first?”
Mark shrugged. Really, what I didn’t want to admit wa
s that, as hot as those girls looked, none of them stirred the slightest twinge of desire in me. Why settle for some lackluster random girl when I’d found my sexy sub last night?
I was almost at the end of my drink when Mark nudged me. Looking up, I found myself face to face with an impressive pair of tits.
“What’s good here?” the owner of them asked. As my gaze turned upward, I took in the full pouty lips and wide, fuck-me eyes. There, this was tonight’s distraction if there was one.
“This is our first time here,” her friend, a short brunette with a glory of an ass, told Mark.
Sweeping his arm around the brunette, Mark told her, “I know just the thing.”
The blonde’s big blue eyes went to me expectantly. I opened my mouth, then closed it. A wave of tiredness had suddenly descended over me. Standing up, I gave Mark a goodbye pat on the back.
“Sorry, man. Killer day at work.”
“Seriously?” Mark asked, gaping at me as if I’d just said I had a raging case of AIDs and three days to live.
“Yep,” I said, giving him another pat and leaning in. “Let me know if you manage to get both of them.”
As I drew way, Mark was still frowning, and a stab of annoyance swept through me. What was my problem today? The big-boobed hottie was basically a sure thing. Maybe I really was just extra tired.
Out in the parking lot, before I could even stop myself, I dialed Kathryn’s number. She answered on the third ring.
“Hello?”
A new wave of energy rippled through me, as if I had suddenly taken a drink of my favorite black coffee from Starbucks.
“Are you free tonight?” I asked her immediately.
It seemed that nothing else but that was important right now.
A pause, then, “No, I’m sorry. It’s pretty late.”
Frowning, I glanced at the time. It was ten thirty. Somehow Mark and I managed to talk and drink our way through a good five hours.
“Tomorrow then?”
Inwardly, I cursed myself. As much as a catch as I knew I was, no woman liked desperation. Hopefully, it didn’t carry through in my voice. Even now, my dick was uncomfortably stiff with just the thought of who I was talking to.
