Seduce Me Again (Seduce Me #2)

by E. J. Adams

  “So, what do you think?” Brandon asked.

  “It's beautiful. But what do you do with all the space?”

  “I entertain a lot. Out-of-town friends often stay over to take in New York. One day, I suppose, it will be enough room for a family.”

  “It's nice being right across from the park,” I commented as I looked out the window.

  “It is,” I heard him say into my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He brushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck. I felt a now familiar tingle. Familiar, but no less wonderful.

  “Why don't you let me take control tonight,” he whispered. “You trust me, right?”

  “Yes,” was my breathy reply.

  “Ashley, I would never hurt you. Tonight will be nothing but pure pleasure.”

  I closed my eyes and my back arched as he ran his hands from my shoulders down my arms. His skin was hot though the sleeves of my blouse.

  He reached around and cupped my breasts.

  “I'm going to start by kissing every inch of your naked body.”

  I shivered as tingles went through me.

  Brandon leaned close to whisper in my ear. “Have you been kissed everywhere, Ashley?”

  “Everywhere?” I asked weakly. “I . . . um . . .”

  “Because I'm going to make you come with more than one part of my body tonight.” I couldn't believe what he was suggesting. The guys I had dated before had never offered that particular pleasure to me. Hell, I always thought that was kinky sex. Now I wondered if I had been missing out.

  “I want to pleasure you with my tongue. You have such a sweet pussy, Ashley.”

  I was getting wet just hearing him talk about it!

  “I want you so bad. Brandon, I want you so bad it hurts.”

  Brandon slid his hands down my front and hiked up my skirt. He reached under my panties and slid his digits over my sex.

  I gasped and jerked at his touch.

  “And after that,” he whispered, his breath on my neck. “After that I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name.”

  I felt my legs sagging beneath me as desire took over. I wanted him even more.

  “Yes,” I groaned. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me with your massive cock.”

  Brandon slid his hands up. He grabbed hold of my waist and spun me toward him. I opened my eyes. Brandon's stare was full of want.

  He gave me a long and deep kiss. He then stepped back and took me by the hand and led me to his sitting area. He sat in one of the chairs.

  “All in good time, Ashley. First, it's your turn to strip for me,” he said.

  “Where should I start?”

  “Your top. And go slow.”

  I undid my top button. I then worked the second and third buttons. I paused to let the front of my blouse fall open and reveal some of my bra. I inched my way down to each remaining button.

  I let my blouse hang open. I began to pull the material wider off my front to reveal my lacy bra and bare stomach. I slid the blouse just off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

  I moved toward Brandon as I reached around my back and lowered the zipper on my skirt. I pulled the skirt down my thighs to reveal my pink lace panties. I wiggled my hips to let my skirt slide the rest of the way down my legs. I stepped over the skirt and stood in front of Brandon.

  “I see that you approve,” I said glancing down at his tented pants.

  I turned my back toward him and let him watch me unclasp my bra. I pulled off the left strap and then the right. I held my bra in place over my chest and turned back around to face Brandon.

  I removed one finger at a time and until my hand released and the bra fell to the floor. I slid my fingers inside the tops of my panties and began to inch them down. The curls of my sex began to show. I continued to reveal more and more of my sex until I was fully exposed. I slid my panties the rest of the way off. I flushed a little as I realized how wet they were.

  I stood, aching between my legs.

  “What next?” I asked, breathless.

  “Get on the bed,” he said, “Lie on your back.”

  Brandon gave me a quick look as I pulled the comforter down and then laid on top of the sheets. He went into his closet and came back with one of his neckties. He walked over and started to place it over my eyes. Then he paused.

  “Is this okay?”

  “Yes.” I said.

  He put the tie over my eyes and tied it in back. I heard him pad into the bathroom and run the water. When he came back I felt a warm wash cloth on my feet. He rubbed my feet with the cloth. It was surprisingly sensual.

  I then felt Brandon's bare hands against my skin. He massaged my feet. His fingers kneading my toes and the arch of each foot.

  “That feels nice,” I whispered.

  I felt my body loosen all over and I relaxed back onto the bed. Brandon's hot breath came over the top of my foot. I felt his mouth as he began sucking on my toe while he continued massaging the bottom of my foot. The conflicting feeling of his hot soft mouth on my toe and the pressure of his hand against my sole made me tremble.

  My body began to squirm uncontrollably at the erotic sensation that coursed up from below. I'd read that was an erogenous zone. Now I knew it to be true. Not being able to see what was happening only heightened the experience.

  Brandon stopped just short of making me climax. I was coming back down from a near dizzying height. It sounded like Brandon was undressing. Not wasting any time doing so.

  Soon he was back on the bed. He worked his lips up my legs with soft kisses. His lips were moist and his breath warm against my skin. I trembled with delight.

  He reached my inner thighs and lingered there, smothering my skin with silky kisses. I could feel the trail of his hot breath as his mouth moved higher and then swept across my mid-section. I felt his fingers moving through my curls.

  And then I felt his tongue dart into the folds of my sex. I gasped from the sudden shock of sensation and felt my back arch up toward him. Whimpers of pleasure turned to moans of ecstasy.

  I felt his hands on my legs and he pushed them apart. He probed my enlarged clitoris with his mouth. I was on fire as he worked in response to my moans. I was building to a climax. The sensation was so raw, so intense that I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes.

  “It's...It's...Oh!”

  By now I was writhing on the bed with Brandon pinning my thighs in place. His tongue continued to dart and plunge in ways I had never imagined. I had never known such intensity in this way before. Finally, I came, moaning, my body bucking against Brandon's strong arms.

  Brandon finally released me. “Was that a first for you?” he finally asked, sounding impressed with himself.

  I nodded. My body still humming.

  “I'm glad it was me, then,” he said. “But we've only just begun.”

  Brandon rose up from between my legs. His body pressed closer to mine. His hard cock was against my leg. He moved up, kissing my stomach. He ran his lips over each of my breasts.

  He ran his tongue around the outer flesh of my nipples. I squealed with pleasure. Brandon's hot breath surrounded my left nipple as his mouth plunged over it. His teeth teased the tip.

  “I don't want to play favorites,” Brandon said as he repeated the exercise on my right nipple.

  I was already loosing my breath when Brandon paused for just a moment. I heard a drawer open and close. A package ripped open. Yes! A condom, I thought. I was thoroughly enjoying the oral sex. Brandon had pleasured me in ways I had never experienced before. At the same time, I desperately needed him inside of me.

  Brandon's arm slid under the small of my back and I felt him place a pillow underneath. His arms were on my legs again as he bent my knees and placed the soles of my feet on the bed. I felt him over me as he pushed my legs apart with his muscled hips. I took a deep breath. I exhaled with a loud moan as Brandon's manhood slid between my legs.

  The angle pressed Brandon's hardness on the most pleasurable
part of my g-spot. I was sure that my moaning and screaming of Brandon's name could be heard on the city street below and across Central Park.

  His thrusts were rougher and harder than before, but not painful. He promised me pure pleasure and that is what he gave me. My last scream was the loudest as Brandon's final push reached as far down as I could accommodate. I came with great force. Brandon had ejaculated in concert with me.

  I thought I was going to pass out. I was waiting for more oxygen to reach my head. My breasts heaved up and down. My heart was beating out of my chest.

  Brandon removed his necktie from around my eyes. I blinked a few times to adjust to the soft light in the room. Brandon laid down next to me and kissed my lips. He tasted sweeter than ever.

  Chapter 9

  Three Months Later...

  Summer passed and Labor Day was just around the corner. I had settled into my position, hired staff, and felt in control of the Digital and Social Media department. Chelsea arrived in New York mid-August and had completed orientation at Columbia Law School.

  I had rented a nice two bedroom, two bath apartment off Central Park in early June. I waited until Chelsea moved in so we could shop for the finishing touches. I wanted her to feel at home in the apartment. Besides, shopping is always more fun with your BFF.

  Brandon and I traveled a lot together for work. It carried the added benefit of steamy sex in pricey hotels. In New York we found a nice balance between being together and having time on our own. We also alternated between staying at his penthouse and my apartment. We had even swapped keys to our places.

  I told my family that I was dating Brandon. I received the complete quizzing that I had expected. I told them that it was getting serious, but that was as much as they were going to get out of me.

  A major setback was the news in July that my dad had lost his job of 30 years due to “downsizing.” The Texas economy was doing well, but that didn't seem to help a mid-level manager in his 50s find a decent job. They had borrowed against the equity in their house to pay for my sister to start college in the fall. Not that there is ever a good time to lose your job, but the timing couldn't have been worse.

  I was fortunate that I could financially help them out. My parents refused at first, but I insisted. I convinced them that it made no sense for them to lose their house, go without health insurance, or for my sister to drop out of college before she even started. It stretched my budget, but I would get by.

  I had decided not to tell either Chelsea or Brandon about my family's situation. Chelsea would feel guilty about not paying rent. Brandon would feel compelled to help. I didn't want him to think I was asking. Nor did I want the stress of my family taking money from him.

  The Friday of Labor Day weekend most of the office went home early. Brandon had been out of town a few days and would be back later that evening. Brandon would be coming to stay at my apartment for the night when he got back to New York. We were leaving in the morning for a long weekend at his family's home in the Hamptons.

  Chelsea had met a fellow law student and they had gone out a couple of times. She seemed to like him. She wanted to cook him a romantic dinner at our place. I told her that I would just go over to Brandon's for the night.

  I packed for the weekend in the Hamptons and headed over to Brandon's. I decided Chelsea had a good idea. I would surprise Brandon with dinner at his place. I texted him the change in plans, leaving out the surprise about dinner. He wouldn't see my message until after he landed. I was walking the four blocks between our apartments when I bumped into Thomas, Brandon's doorman.

  “Hello, Ms. Sullivan,” he said.

  “Oh, hi, Thomas.”

  “I just got off work and I'm on my way to the subway. You heading to Mr. Mitchell's?”

  “Yes. A little change in plans tonight. Thought I would surprise him.”

  “That's nice. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you step off the elevator.”

  “What? Is he already home?”

  “Yes, ma'am. About a half-hour ago. Said he got home early from his business trip. Mentioned he was heading out later.”

  “Thank you, Thomas. Have a nice Labor Day weekend.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Sullivan. You have a nice weekend as well.”

  I continued on toward Brandon's building. I wondered why Brandon hadn't responded to my text message. I pulled out my phone and checked again. Nothing. Must be showering and changing to head over to my place.

  I arrived at Brandon's building.

  “Hello, Ms. Sullivan,” said Anthony, the doorman who had the shift after Thomas.

  “Hello, Anthony.”

  As I crossed the lobby I got a delectable idea. A little pre dinner sex to welcome Brandon home. Sex was still good, great in fact, even though we hadn't explored any of the kinky sex that Chelsea hinted at. I pulled the Penthouse elevator key card out of my purse and swiped it to open the door. I stepped in and waited for the doors to close.

  I knew I didn't have much time. I pulled off my shirt and placed it on top of my luggage. I took off my jeans and folded them on top of my shirt. I was wearing the black lacy bra and panties that I had on the night of our first date.

  Maybe tonight we could push the envelope a little bit to spice things up. Brandon seemed happy enough with the sex. Nonetheless, there was a nagging in the back of my mind that someone had given him even more intense sexual pleasure than I had. I just felt that he was waiting for our sex life to get kinkier.

  I was hoping Brandon would already be in the living room. It would be perfect for the elevator doors to open and for him to see me in just bra and panties. If not, I would turn on the fireplace and wait for him on the couch.

  The elevator reached the Penthouse and the doors opened. The lights in the living room were dim and the fireplace was on. Must have received my text. Brandon, you devil.

  I didn't even make it off the elevator. My jaw hit the floor. I had no words or breath. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.

  Standing in front of the fireplace was a naked woman with her arms around Brandon's neck. He immediately broke free of her. “Ashley! Wait!” he called out as he rushed toward the elevator. I had already hit the button to close the doors.

  As I stood alone in the elevator and watched the doors shut, I fought back the tears that I knew were coming. I leaned against the back wall and grabbed the handrail as my hands shook and my legs began to buckle beneath me. The elevator descended to the lobby and I felt as if I was descending into my own personal hell. The tears I fought so hard to hold back began streaming down my face. Shock and rage was now empty desolation.

  I wiped my face with the back of my hands in an attempt to regain composure, but my head was spinning. Once breathless from sensual pleasure, I found myself gasping for air from a pit of darkness and pain. Ecstasy of total fulfillment had been replaced with a void of utter despair. Only by getting as far away as possible could I begin to find release from the suffering and heartache.

  I had been taken on a carnal journey filled with sexual pleasure and let myself believe that I was in some sort of romantic fairytale. But my fairytale had turned into a nightmare. I had been seduced and fell for Brandon Mitchell. What we had was tossed aside for his playboy ways. Maybe what we had was never real . . . just a lie all along.

  What was I going to do now? How could he explain what I saw? He couldn't. It was over between us.

  What about my job? Our personal and professional lives were suppose to be separate. But I didn't see how I could continue to work for him. My family! Oh, shit! They need me to keep this job.

  I couldn't think about it now. I was crying harder. My head was throbbing.

  I realized that I was almost to the lobby wearing just my bra and panties. I hit the stop button. I sank to the floor of the elevator and buried my face into my hands. I let the tears flow. How could he do this to me?

  I knew it wasn't the last time I would cry over this. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next. I was in a
fog. I had to get out of his building. I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt.

  I hit the start button and finished my descent. Hitting that button made it all seem so final. I reached the lobby and the doors opened.

  I stepped out of the elevator pulling my luggage behind me. I crossed the lobby toward the front door.

  “Everything okay, Ms. Sullivan?” asked Anthony.

  “Ashley! Please wait!” Brandon pleaded behind me.

  I turned as he stepped off one of the main elevators into the lobby.

  “Ashley, we need to talk.” Standing there, crushed, I had to decide what to do next . . .

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  The End of Part Two

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