Romance: My First Time With The Tycoon

by Ally Nelson

  “I’m enjoying it,” she said, “but not as much as I’ll be enjoying you later. This,” she sucked on the spoon, licking it clean, “is just a warm up.”

  “Check please,” he said, not loudly enough for the server to hear, but he gave a wave to accompany it and the server came right over.

  “It’s been my pleasure to serve you this evening, sir and madam. Please, visit us again,” the server said politely.

  “We will,” Raul said. “That’s a guarantee.”

  April watched him, still fighting that feeling in her stomach, the feeling that there was more all-around—more to Raul than met the eye, more to their casual evening. She wondered if Raul was thinking the same thing. When he pulled out a black Amex, she couldn’t stop her eyes from widening. And this guy expected her to believe he’d just come into ‘some’ money from a dead relative? How stupid did he think she was? As far as she knew, black Amex cards were given to people with enough money they could, quite literally, throw it out a window. She eyed the card, then looked at him. She chose to not say anything about it… at least, not right in that moment.

  He didn’t even ask if he was coming upstairs. He parked the car and got out, then opened April’s door to escort her to the entrance to her building. She pushed the elevator button for her floor and, soon, they were standing outside her door.

  “Final chance to escape,” she said coyly, stroking his bicep with her fingers.

  “Why on earth would I want to do that?” he asked. She smiled and pushed her door open, dragging him in behind her.

  As he had when he first arrived earlier in the night, he kissed her in her entry way, but this time he didn’t stop there. He pulled her dress off over her head right there on the spot, then stood back to admire her standing in her lingerie.

  “Damn,” he whistled. “You are fucking gorgeous.” He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, closing his eyes and groaning softly. He dropped his mouth to her left breast and, moving her bra out of the way, began to suck on her nipple. His lips were firm yet exploratory, and she didn’t need to ask him to use his teeth, to bite gently, to tug at her erect nipple with his teeth as though he were teasing out a knot in a necklace with his fingers. She held onto him, her arms around his shoulders.

  He kissed her again and picked her up. She was expecting it and wrapped her legs around his hips.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.

  “Walk straight. First door on your left. I mean, your right.” She giggled, feeling the effects of the wine, the pasta, the dessert, and Raul not just going to her head, but going to her everywhere. Every cell in her body seemed to be pulsing with energy, with arousal, crackling and reaching out for more stimulation.

  “This is your apartment, right?” Raul asked, gently nipping at her neck. “I don’t want to get arrested… for trespassing.”

  “Would you like to get arrested for something else?” April asked, taking note of his pause. “Public disturbance? Indecent exposure?”

  “Hmmmm, a bad girl who likes a bad boy… I like that,” he whispered.

  “You have no idea,” she said as he pushed her bedroom door open with his foot.

  He set her onto her bed and she immediately rolled over and opened the drawer of her nightstand. She took out a condom and held it out to him, then set it on her nightstand.

  “This is for you,” she said, “when it’s time.” She reached back into the drawer and pulled out handcuffs and a crop. “Yes?” she asked. She nearly burst out laughing at his expression. It was that of a boy on Christmas morning. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said. “A strong yes.”

  He grabbed the handcuffs and April spread herself out on the bed. She brought her hands up over her head and he quickly attached her to the bed frame with the cuffs. She shivered at the sound of the metal click click click as the cuffs closed on her wrists. She tugged at her wrists, showing him that they were secure.

  “Take off your clothes,” she ordered. “Then do me.” She turned over, displaying her G-string-clad ass to him.

  “You are too fucking hot to handle,” he said, stripping down to nothing. He flung his clothes into the corner, and April saw his cock for the first time. She flashed back to Dr. Goodfreid and almost laughed out loud. She’d thought the doctor was enormous, but now she understood why he had sent Raul from the room. Raul’s cock was the biggest she’d ever seen, by far, in both length and girth. Her eyes widened and Raul laughed.

  “Did you think Dr. G kicked me out this morning because I didn’t know about you two?” he asked. “Just between you and me, I give Dr. G a little bit of a complex.”

  “I can see that you certainly would,” April said, smiling, licking her lips. “Bring that freight train over here for a second.”

  He walked to the top of the bed and stood just out of reach of her mouth. She lunged for his cock, at least the tip, but couldn’t reach.

  “Get over here,” she said, frustrated, her mouth watering for the feel of his cock between her lips.

  “Oh, that’s what you want? Sorry,” he teased, “I was confused.” He stepped forward and slid himself into her mouth, wet and slick, and they both moaned in pleasure. He filled her mouth, and she began to lick and suck his head and shaft, moving her head up and down along the shaft, pausing to gently purse her lips with suction around his head. “Babe,” he said. He grabbed the crop, a simple black instrument wrapped in leather, with a black leather triangle on one end and a braided handle on the other. He slapped her ass with it as she sucked him off, and she cried out, each slap prompting her to lick faster.

  What is he doing? She thought frantically. In her fantasies, she was a domme, ordering her subs to spank, bite, caress her. But, Raul was offering her a different option. He was dominating her, but still allowing her the illusion—the sensation—that she was in control.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed, “you’re so fucking good, oh fuck, oh this feels so good!” She cried out as he slapped her with the crop again, gently. He pulled the crop back and kissed it, making sure she was watching, then he did something no one had ever done to her before. He began to spank her lightly, successively and quickly. The crop fluttered on her ass like a butterfly, and she orgasmed with him in her mouth. She cried out and forced herself to mind her teeth, her body and mind confused by how to disperse her energy.

  She finally pulled back from his cock to enjoy her orgasm and she turned onto her stomach, giving him greater exposure to her ass. He mounted her from behind and, still lightly spanking her with the crop, he slid two fingers inside her. The sensation only magnified her orgasm and she came a second time, a wave still technically attached to the first, but distinctly different.

  “Oh my god,” she whined. “Raul, fucking Christ.” She felt every cell in her body pulsing, wanting, begging for more.

  “Hm,” he said playfully. “So, you’re ready then.” He turned her over and, without fanfare or hesitation, entered her. He began to pulse into her, his cock sliding easily. “You’re so wet,” he said. “Must have been the dessert.”

  “Yeah,” she sighed. “That was it. Totally the dessert.”

  He closed his eyes, then, and focused in on the task at hand. She got into a rhythm with him as he thrust into her, her legs spread, her hands clinking in the handcuffs against her metal bed frame.

  When he was about to come, he groaned loudly and stiffened, began to thrust at her faster, harder, and he exploded in her. She remembered the condom but only in a back corner of her mind. No matter, she mused, she was on the pill and anyone with a black Amex was probably clean. He thrust against her and spent himself, then flopped next to her on the bed.

  “Damn,” he said as he released her from the cuffs. “You are one fine woman.”

  She was about to respond when she heard him snoring lightly. No matter, she thought as she rubbed her wrists and drifted off to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.

  Chapter Six

  April awoke the next morning late enough that the
sun was already high in the sky and the birds had finished their morning song ritual. She stretched, inhaling deeply, but stopped her exhale as she realized the other side of the bed was empty. She looked over to where Raul had been sleeping the night before. He had, of course, left her a note. She grabbed it, squinting with half-closed eyes at what it said.

  “Good morning, gorgeous, I got paged at 7am and had to leave; I hope I didn’t wake you. Last night was fun. Let’s do it again. Tonight? ~Raul

  She rolled over and dozed for a few more minutes then got out of bed. Yes, she thought, she might very much enjoy Raul Part Two tonight, if he was so inclined. She got out of bed and put on her robe. She washed her face and looked at herself in her bathroom mirror. Yep, she looked like she had been fucked, very thoroughly, very completely. She walked into the kitchen to make her morning coffee.

  She wandered around her apartment, sipping her coffee, thinking about the conundrum that was Raul. He was clearly rich, but he didn’t act like it. Except that he was definitely hiding something, that was for certain. His story was too pat, too easy, and, most importantly, the story of a dead father didn’t account for the amount of money he clearly had, unless his father had been some major Somebody, a detail he hadn’t offered up. She wondered if he was, in fact, a CEO of a company, or a celebrity, someone who valued his anonymity and whose face wasn’t immediately recognizable to the public. He looked familiar to her now, of course, but, she reasoned, that was because of Dr. Goodfreid’s office. She tried to remember if he had looked familiar to her the first time she’d seen him. She shook her head; she couldn’t recall.

  She sipped her coffee, standing at the picture window looking out over the part of the city she could see. She was only on the fourth floor, so her view wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing. Better, even, than most.

  Her phone rang. She let it go to voicemail. Even if it was Raul, she wouldn’t have answered it in order to not seem too eager, too desperate, though the thought of him inside her again, now even, was almost more than she could handle.

  She got dressed in her weekend clothes: sweat pants and a t-shirt, and she checked her email, made her shopping list, and did all of her normal weekend chores. By the time the afternoon rolled around, she lad lunch plans with her best friend, had paid her bills, had cleaned her house, and had a load of laundry in the washing machine and one in the dryer. Apparently Raul inspired her to get things done.

  It wasn’t until a little after one o’clock that she checked her phone again. She had a text from Raul wondering if she was up for dinner round two; he could get a reservation if she wanted. She read his message with raised eyebrows. Armada two nights in a row was just showing off. She texted him as much, then sent her reply with a smile. See how he responds to that, she thought.

  She noticed her voicemail from the morning; she had forgotten about it. She clicked into her voice mail and listened to the message.

  “Hello, Ms. West, this is Dr. Goodfreid’s office calling.” The voice sounded like the middle-aged receptionist April had met the day before. “You were in the office yesterday for an exam, but, unfortunately, we need to have you back in at your earliest convenience. Dr. Goodfreid received word that your exam sample became compromised in the lab, after it left our office. We’re very sorry for any inconvenience this causes.” The receptionist sounded as if she was reading from a script. “Please call us as soon as you’re able. Thank you, have a good day.”

  Hm, April thought. A compromised sample. Sure, Dr. Goodfreid. That’s the game you want to play? She dialed his office number and left a voicemail after listening to a recording of the receptionist recite the office hours for the clinic.

  “Hi, this is April West returning your call. I can come in Monday morning for a repeat exam, or any other time this week that works for you. Thank you, talk to you soon.”

  Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse,

  a Medical Ménage Romance

  By: Naughty Nicole

  Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse

  a Medical Ménage Romance

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  Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse

  April sat in the doctor’s office, far more nervous than she had even dreamed of being. The nurse had already been in to take her blood pressure and ask her questions about medications, any concerns, and if she was sexually active. The nurse, a beautiful woman with dark brown hair pulled back into a loose but tidy bun, had put April to ease with her smile and warmth.

  “There’s no past history of exams,” she had said. “Are you coming to us from a different clinic?”

  April blushed. She was far too old to be having her first feminine exam at nearly 30, but she had always been far too squeamish to go, and, hearing her friends talk about the cold metal, the poking, the invasion, she had avoided it.

  “It’s my first one,” she admitted, giving the “I know I’m a terrible patient” look as best she could.

  “Ah, well, that’s okay. You’re here now, right?” Her kind smile warmed April and April could have kissed her for not yelling at her or trying to make her feel guilty. Frankly, she could have kissed her anyway. Tricia’s lips were full and soft looking. She wore pale make up and her lipstick was a very natural pink with a touch of gloss that made April suspect that she licked her lips often enough that wearing darker, thicker lipstick wasn’t an option. Perhaps it was a hospital policy, though, as well. It wouldn’t do to have the nurses in the office running around looking like prostitutes, or little girls playing dress up with mommy’s make up. When Tricia talked, April found her eyes returning over and over again to those beautiful lips.

  “I’m here now. And thank you for being so nice about it.”

  “We’re not the kind of clinic that will belittle you, Ms. West, so don’t ever worry about that. We just want you to be healthy.” The nurse, her nametag said Tricia, reached out her hand and set it on top of April’s and gave a gentle squeeze. It was surprisingly comforting, especially because the rest of the room seemed so cold and sterile. A small shock of attraction flowed through April, but, before she could give it any thought, Tricia began speaking again.

  “So,” Tricia said, “here’s the drill. There’s a gown on the exam table. Put that on, but leave it untied in the back. Take off your bra and panties. You can just sit at the end of the exam table to start. Dr. Goodfreid will talk to you first, then do your breast exam, and then do the pelvic exam. I’ll be in the room when he’s touching you, but not at the start when he’s talking to you. If you have anything you want to bring up to him privately, you can do it then.” She smiled reassuringly. “And, don’t worry; Dr. Goodfreid is the best there is. He does my exams and it’s practically a pleasure. She winked at April and stood up. “Go ahead and change; Dr. Goodfreid will come in when you’re ready. Do you have any questions?”

 
“Is it going to hurt?” April asked. She felt stupid asking, felt like a child. But, Nurse Tricia had asked if she had any questions, and April was wondering more than anything else if it was going to hurt.

  Tricia sat back down. “Are you a virgin?” she asked directly.

  “No,” April said. “Thank God.”

  “Then you’ll be fine,” Tricia said. “A penis goes way deeper than the speculum. He’s going to insert it, open it, then do the swab. There aren’t a lot of nerve endings on your cervix, so you probably won’t even feel the swab. It’ll be over in two seconds, and then you’ll be out of here.”

  “You’re so sweet to answer my silly questions,” Alice said, blushing. She felt a draw to Tricia she couldn’t quite explain, and she thought that, perhaps, Tricia liked her, too. Why else would she take the time to answer questions with such detail?

  “Not at all,” Tricia said. “Like I said, I’m really glad you came in for the exam. It’s scary, but after your first one you won’t believe that you waited so long. You’ll probably be laughing a little bit, actually.” She winked. “I promise, we’ll take very good care of you.” She squeezed April’s hand again, and April felt that same jolt of energy, electricity, and attraction? Then she stood up and walked to the door.

  After Nurse Tricia left the room, April sighed and stood, walking to the exam table and picking up the flimsy gown. She quickly removed her clothes, getting out of breath as she did so because the last thing on earth she needed was for the doctor to walk in while she was half-naked. How do they know how much time to give, she wondered? She slid her arms through the gown’s sleeves and sighed again; the back was wide open and she felt the breeze on her bare ass as she sat on the exam table. She looked down and noticed she was wearing her socks. She wondered if she should remove them, then decided against it. She looked around the room for the stirrups; they weren’t attached to the end of the exam table like she thought they’d be. She hoped that they actually existed; what if stirrups were something only invented for the movies?