Fifty Days

by Taylor Shade

  Being a man who has had more women than most men could ever dream of, I know these things.

  My intercom chirps.

  “Thomas Philip Dawson on the line for you,” says Fiona, my secretary.

  “Put him through,” I say as I pick up the phone and walk to the window.

  “Thomas!” I say as I look down at Madison Avenue.

  “Concord,” says the gruff voice I know too well. “The SEC knows. They goddamned know.”

  God, I hate this fucking asshole. But he’s worth twenty million to the firm so I do what I have to do.

  “Now, Thomas, we’ve had this discussion before. They don’t know anything, because nothing happened. We’re going to prove it.”

  “I got a call from Farley.”

  I walk along the long window, switching my gaze north to Central Park. “Farley? He’s a turd. What did he want?”

  “He says he knows we were involved in Halderman and he’s going to find the file he needs.”

  “He was just fishing, Thomas. He knows nothing. Don’t let him play you. Now just relax. He’s not going to find anything.”

  “He warned me. He said they’re sending someone in to Concord Hamilton Dandridge.”

  I laugh and circle to the other side of the room, floor-to-ceiling glass dividing me from the main hallway where it rounds the corner. A group of the paralegal temps are walking past me. One brunette catches my eye and shoots a fuck me please smile my way. Not bad, not bad at all. But she doesn’t have the element of submission that I crave.

  I look at my watch. Twelve noon. They must be going to lunch. I admire their fine asses as they sway down the hallway.

  “Hello, are you there?” says Thomas.

  “Sending someone?! That’s ridiculous, Thomas. All our systems are sealed. Even if they sent someone, they couldn’t find anything. Not that there’s anything to find.”

  Then I see her. The blonde.

  My dick twitches again.

  Goddamn.

  She’s wearing a black suit that fits her curves perfectly. Proper-length skirt showing just enough sexy leg to make my mouth water. Damn, she’s like an automatic spring-load mechanism.

  I picture my cock planted firmly in her tight asshole as she screams in delight. The very thought makes my rod spring to full attention, poking the expensive fabric of my hand-made suit. I can’t help but stare as she walks toward the corner, about to pass by me.

  “Did you hear me?” says Thomas. “I’m paying you a thousand dollars an hour. The least you can do is listen to me!”

  “Yes,” I lie, having missed an entire Thomas rant. “I’m listening.”

  He continues dribbling on.

  The blonde is alone, not with any of the other girls. As she swings her deliciously round ass toward me and nears the corner, she looks up and catches my eye.

  “Thomas,” I say, “hang on for a second.” I throw the phone down on my desk, open my door and step in front of her.

  Her eyes go wide as she stops.

  “Elevator girl,” I say, smiling at her.

  “Um... hi,” she says, her lips quivering.

  God, I could stare at her all day.

  “We never talk anymore,” I say. “You stopped calling. You never visit my office. We need to get back the magic of that day when we met on the elevator. Remember that day? We both knew.” I lean into her and whisper in her ear. “We both felt it.”

  I pull back and look at her. She’s frozen in place. I love it when they do that after I say something over the top.

  “I–” she begins to say.

  “I assume it’s lunchtime for the paralegal squad.”

  “Yes,” she says, regaining her composure. “I was just heading–”

  “You’re with me.”

  “Huh?” she says, a look of shock on her face.

  “You’re having lunch with me.”

  “But I told a couple of the other girls I would join them at–”

  “Cancel. Go downstairs to the lobby and sit on one of the couches. I’ll be with you in five minutes.”

  “But–”

  “Do as I say.”

  “Okay.”

  She shuffles off and I observe her, my cock sending me orders as I watch that amazing ass recede down the hallway. I’ve decided. I’m going to be inside that ass.

  “You’re unbelievable,” says Fiona, watching me from her desk.

  “That’s what they say,” I reply as I go back in my office and pick up the phone.

  “Thomas, I’ll take care of everything. And next time Farley calls, just forward him to me. As for you, Thomas, relax. We have everything handled.”

  “I’m not going to prison, Drake, even if it is one of those cushy country club ones.”

  “Don’t worry, Thomas. Not going to happen. Not while you’re represented by Drake Concord. I’m hanging up the phone now.”

  “But Drake, I–”

  “Goodbye, Thomas.”

  I hang up.

  THREE

  Sloane

  I look at my watch.

  12:05.

  I want to run.

  The door is right there.

  So why don’t I run?

  It’s not really a matter of don’t, actually. It’s more of a matter of can’t. Something about the way Drake Concord commanded me to go to lunch with him.

  Strange. Like I can’t not follow his orders.

  God, that was hot!

  It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t one of those lame “would you like to have lunch with me sometime?” invites I usually get.

  It was a direct order.

  Like he owns me.

  The very thought sends a happy shiver through me. Why? What is this? Why am I responding so much to this?

  I should run. I should just get up and run out the door, find the other three girls with whom I was going to have lunch, and have lunch with them goddamnit.

  And yet, I sit waiting.

  I can’t believe this day.

  Last week, I was nothing but a twenty-three year old paralegal temp with rent due and no job. Now, not only am I pulling a gig at one of the city’s top firms, but I’m also working as a spy.

  Me? A spy?

  Who would’ve thunk it?

  This is almost too much to handle all at once.

  That’s it. I’m going to run. I’ll say I had an emergency.

  Just as I’m about to get up, I see Drake Concord strolling toward me.

  Oh, God, it really is him.

  We’re really going to lunch together, aren’t we?

  I’ve heard his name a hundred times, but I never imagined he looked like this. As he walks toward me in his cutting swath of hard rigid angles, all I can think is that he’s wasting his time as a lawyer. He could make millions just posing.

  The world seems to organize itself around him, feeding off his masculine energy. He almost seems unreal, like a mythic creature molded from coarse minerals.

  “Ready?” he says as three of the other girls from my group step off the elevator and look our way.

  “Mr. Concord,” I say, “I really don’t think–”

  “Good,” he says as he grabs my hand and steers me toward the door. As we walk outside, his hand drifts up to the center of my back.

  The security guy who wouldn’t talk to me earlier holds the door for us.

  “Have a good day, Mr. Concord,” he says.

  “You too, Carl,” says Drake.

  We’re out onto Madison. I assume we’re going to walk, but he points me toward a waiting black limousine.

  A slim man with gray hair gets out of the driver’s side, walks around, and holds the door open for us.

  “Thank you, Henry,” says Drake as I get in.

  Oh my God, I’m in a limousine. The last time I was in one of these was prom night. But this one is much nicer. Soft leather seats. A fully-stocked bar.

  Drake gets in from the other side.

  “Loop,” he says to Henry who nods.
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  Then he hits a button and the divider goes up.

  I’m alone again with Drake Concord as we pull out into midtown traffic. Second time in one day.

  He stares into my eyes.

  That’s it. I’m a wet mess. He’s like a chiseled piece of rock, with his strong chin and thick masculine lips. High cheekbones, still smirking. Always smirking. Strong aquiline nose leading up to that powerful forehead and thick mass of dark hair, wavy and slicked back.

  My eyes catch something moving. I glance down.

  “Yes, I’m hard,” he says.

  Alarm bells go off in my head. Did he just say that? That was way too forward.

  “Um–” I say, stalling for time to react.

  “You’re just as wet as I am hard,” he says as he leans into me and inhales again, just like earlier. My toes curl involuntarily. “Your sweet mound is fully aflame right now, craving the touch of my tongue... and the thrust of my cock. I know the delightful aroma of a horny girl begging to be entered... to be taken... to be fucked.”

  He’s at my ear now, his hot breath on my neck.

  I should run. I should scream. This is so inappropriate. Wrong on so many levels. So fucking wrong.

  I should be kicking and screaming. I should yell to Henry to stop the car and let me out. We’re at a light. I could easily push him back, yell “No!” and get out of the car.

  But I don’t do any of that. I can’t help myself. I seem to be at his command.

  “I caught your scent on the elevator,” he said. “Then I picked it out among all the others in that room. You smell different than the others. They’re all soft and girly. You are pungently delightful and untamed. You’re a wild animal. You like it rough.”

  Okay, normally I would be repulsed by this. He’s talking about my goddamn secretions, for Christ’s sake. But he’s incredibly accurate. I started to stream a river as soon as I saw him walking toward me in the lobby.

  Pulling back, he looks into my eyes from about an inch away, still not having touched me at all. I’m sweating, trembling with desire. I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my entire life.

  “I know you,” he says. “I knew you the second I saw you. You’re not like the others.”

  He moves his face to the other side of my neck, this time inhaling even deeper. My nostrils fill with a strong male scent of expensive cologne and musky man.

  My hand lands on his thigh. I squeeze. It’s like steel covered in muscle... with another layer of steel.

  Then his tongue hits my neck. He licks and breathes all around the crevice of my collar bone. My fingernails dig into the rich leather of the seat.

  “No,” he says, “not like the others at all. You want... you need... you crave... a real man. A man who will dominate you... control you... own you. Who will fuck you the way you need to be fucked... hard and rough.”

  His hand finds my thigh and slides up it toward my core. His tongue darts out in little flicks along my neck.

  A fire is lit. There’s no turning back now. I melt.

  “You’re a very dirty girl. A very dirty, obedient, little slut.”

  That’s it. I’m done. So done. He can have me. All of me.

  He must know because he sinks his mouth into my neck, a sheen of heat pulsing through my skin. Tentacles of hot delight travel up to my ear where he bites. A thick, hot, wet dash of tongue swirls around my ear as my head goes back. My hands are on his arms now... thick muscular arms that don’t fit the typical profile of a senior partner who sits at a desk all day.

  I press my fingers into his biceps, pulling him into me as he does amazing things with my neck.

  Shit.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  This isn’t supposed to be happening. This can’t be happening. I’m supposed to be on a job to find a file.

  Fuck!

  What am I doing?

  All my thoughts wash away as his mouth finds mine. He kisses me slowly, purposefully, letting me know he will take his time with me.

  I’m a conflicted mess. I can’t do this. I’m not this type of girl. The only one-night stand I ever had was with a guy I knew for months back in college.

  And it was a huge mistake.

  The only two other guys I’ve slept with were my first boyfriend and then my college boyfriend who I just broke up with six months ago.

  I’ve been out on several dates since then, but nobody fired me up enough to take home.

  But now, here I am in a limousine with Drake Concord... Drake fucking Concord!... and his hands are sliding ever closer to my panties.

  Dammit, why can’t I resist? A better question might be “why don’t I want to resist?”

  He kisses me hard, his tongue dancing around my teeth. I respond. I can’t help but respond. He’s a beast, a powerful force knocking down all my defenses.

  Maybe this is what I’ve wanted. Maybe this is why all my dates end in failure.

  Because no man has ever made me so weak so fast.

  He stops kissing me and pulls back.

  “You want me,” he says. “You want me inside you. You want to feel me taking you with raw, wild abandon... like a fucking animal.”

  I grunt at the way he says fucking.

  Grunt? Me? Sloane, what is wrong with you, seriously?

  The word fucking just sounds so right coming out of his mouth. A mouth that was formed to say it. A velvety deep voice with a hard manly tone.

  In fact, everything about this man... his power... his commanding presence... his absolute control of the world around him... demands the use of the word fucking at all times.

  I am helpless as he dives down my chest, nestling his tongue between my breasts.

  At the same time, his hands find their way onto my slick throbbing mound. He lightly strokes me through my panties.

  Ah!

  Electrical impulses of delight travel all the way out to my hands and toes, both curling all on their own.

  Shit, even my leg is wrapped up around the back of his. How did that happen?

  Moving down further, his face finds my right thigh, pressing his tongue deep and hard into my leg. He draws straight lines upward, rounding the curve of my thigh until he’s licking the inside of it.

  Flames of desire light up all in and around my pussy.

  He moves over to my other leg and does the same there. My hands find his hair, fisting it and sliding my fingers through it. It’s lush and thick.

  Then his face is in my crotch under my skirt. He breathes me in.

  My head falls back on the seat as I go limp. Knowing this stranger’s face... this gorgeous, incredible stranger... is down there is sending me into a heavenly state.

  I’m fully back on the leather seat now, his hot breath setting a fire that can’t be squashed.

  I’m seriously done now. Fuck me. Go ahead. Just fuck me. You’ve earned it. I need it.

  FUCK.

  ME.

  He looks up at me like he can hear my thoughts. His face is locked in a devilish squint, still smirking.

  In one movement, he snaps my panties off. For a split second, he shoves them in his mouth and growls. Then he throws them aside, diving into my naked slickness.

  Oh, God!

  Oh, God, yes!

  He does something amazing with his tongue and lips, sucking in the hood of my clit then alternating with long strokes on my fiery wet folds.

  Fuck!

  I don’t usually come very fast, but this man has my orgasm on deck. I don’t know how long I can last. My pulse is out of control, my breathing is freight-train rapid, and my hips are moving all on their own... trying to match the sultry rhythm of his licks.

  He presses his tongue to the head of my clit. Then he sucks it into his mouth.

  At the same time, one of his fingers presses onto my asshole. My muscles tense all over my body. I don’t do that, not ever. But he doesn’t enter. He just draws little circles while focusing on my lips and clit.

  Waves of delight crash through me. I pull
on his hair while his lips and tongue send bolts of pleasure through my body. One of my shoes goes crashing into the center of the space as I slam my heel into his back.

  This only makes him suck harder on my clit.

  I feel my orgasm building like a rocket on the launch pad.

  I hear somebody making high-pitched moans.

  Oh, God, that’s me! I’m so out of fucking control!

  My orgasm is a roar now, almost exploding from the edge. He keeps his rhythm going... going... and going... until... it’s...

  ... right...

  ... fucking...

  THERE!

  I come.

  I grunt.

  I come.

  And come.

  YES!!!

  Oh my fucking God!

  Waves of bliss crash through me, my sweaty body shaking and vibrating in a slowly dwindling downward spiral of lusty rapture

  FOUR

  Drake

  She looks amazing, all spent like this. Coming down from her climax in a steamy mess of hot melted girl.

  God, this is what I live for! This is life. Nothing compares to a gorgeous sweaty woman who I just made come with my tongue.

  As she catches her breath, I see the shock in her eyes. I love this point. This is where it hits her, where she realizes what she’s done.

  I grab her hair with my fist and pull. Her eyes go wide.

  Heh, she wasn’t expecting that. Most guys get all lovey-dovey on her here.

  But not me.

  I kiss her forcefully, pressing my tongue into her mouth. Then I bite her lower lip, stretching it out and I growl at her while looking in her eyes.

  “You liked that, didn’t you? You liked the way I made you come with nothing but my tongue on your clit, didn’t you?”

  She doesn’t do anything, just keeps gasping while staring at me.

  “Answer me!” I say.

  “Yes,” she says, nervously.

  “Good. Because now you’re my dirty little slut. That’s my pussy now. I own it. I control it. All its beautiful, little folds belong to me. It won’t be able to come without me.”

  God, she’s gorgeous. I love her smell, her taste. Her hot, musky pussy was a gourmet meal. Hot damn, this girl is something else.