Why the hell couldn't he go the distance? Ever since he could remember he could never get to experience sex as it was meant to be; loving, slow, inside a woman. Instead he earned names such as Mr. Fast, Speedy and the particular favorite Rushly-Come-Early. He often dreamed of what it would be like to really satisfy a woman, to slide inside her warm, wet pussy and both come together. Instead, his sexual experience had been fumbling to get the condom on, trying to enter a woman, often coming within a second or two of doing so.
With Jenny he had taken things slowly, going on a few dates before getting into bed with her. She had thought he was being a gentleman and had said it was nice to be treated well. Once they got into bed though, it had gone disastrously wrong. Sure, he had the body, which he kept in trim shape through hours in the gym, and he had a good job at the design firm and drove a Mercedes. It was all surface stuff, because deep down he knew he was a complete failure.
*****
Lillian watched as Alex entered the office. She was already at her desk answering emails. His head hung low and his shoulders were rounded as though he were in defeat. He did not make eye contact or greet co-workers with a nod as he usually did. The disastrous night, she had already heard about in the lift up to her floor. Some blonde chit of a thing had been going on about how lousy he was in bed and that she recommended counseling for his problem. A group of girls had all laughed and Lillian had rolled her eyes at their playground talk.
Lillian watched him slump down in his chair and switch the computer screen on. A few more coworkers came into the area and the hubbub of the working day began. Lillian kept an eye on him from her office. That was one of the good things about being one of the creative directors of the firm. She had a plush office with a view of the city, access to the creative team and long lunches in the more up market restaurants, to impress potential clients. Yes, life was good for Lillian.
Alex fascinated her. It was his whole manner; over six feet tall with dark hair and hazel eyes, and a body, well what a body. His gym membership was obviously paying off because his previously loose-fitting clothes now fitted him like a hand in glove. He had even invested in some designer gear which made him look sexier.
Her fingers itched to get her hands on his perfect body; however the opportunity had not arisen. Now that she was aware of his little problem he would be even harder to entice into her world. Maybe she should take him along to the client meetings she had scheduled, unusually over this weekend. A plan began to form in her mind. Alex Rushmore would be totally hers. Now to rearrange a few things.
*****
Alex stared at the screen in front of him. The image refused to change. Could it be something to do with the fact that he had not done any work to it for the last fifteen minutes? Damn his life! Even at work, he felt useless. He prided himself on the quality of work he delivered to clients. He had a lead role on this project, involving a US soft drinks company who wanted to break through into the UK market. Being chosen to lead phase one that was the magazine campaign was a real opportunity and he answered only to Lillian Taylor who had brought the lucrative account into the company.
His phone vibrated, and reaching for his mobile he saw it was Lillian.
"Alex, I need you in my office now." Her clipped tone delivered the command and set his hairs on end.
Lillian was not a woman to be kept waiting so without wasting time he got up, straightened his clothes and walked to her office. Alex wondered if there was a problem. He knew he had not been as focused as usual and hoped she was just going to give him a kick up the arse. That would be enough. Lillian's temper was legendary, as was her ability to turn strong men into gibbering wrecks. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on her door. The door was all glass, as were the rest of the walls, allowing her to view the floor fully. She was mistress of all she surveyed. He could see she was on the phone. Looking up, she flicked her finger motioning for him to enter. Into the lioness’s den I go.
"No, that's not acceptable. The account was closed and my company expects payment immediately. Let me remind you we still own the rights until payment. Hmm … yep … I thought you might see it that way. Thank you." Lillian hung up and began to sign some paperwork in front of her, totally ignoring Alex.
Alex felt like a naughty schoolboy in front of the headmistress. It gave him a chance to examine her at close quarters, rather than from a distance as he had done many times. She looked like she was in her late 30s, dark brown hair with strands of coppers and reds throughout, obviously taken care of regularly by a hairdresser. He knew she had green eyes that sparkled when she was excited about something and blazed when she was angry. Now as she signed off on some paperwork it was her hands he noticed. Honey gold in color, slender fingers with nails painted in a deep red shade that flew across the pages as she amended the briefs in front of her.
Suddenly she looked up and he could feel himself flush with guilt.
"The Mackenzie brief, they want an update. I don't have time to review the nitty gritty so you have to do it." She stopped and just looked at him.
"Okay, when do they want to meet?" he asked.
"This weekend, they are in London meeting with distributors. We have a dinner meeting with them and an overnight stay booked."
"Overnight?" He was not sure if he should have questioned.
"Is that a problem? Do you have some pressing engagements?" she asked.
"Er … no." He knew his voice faltered but she was the boss. A business dinner with an important client followed by an overnight stay with Lillian would mean he would need to be on guard and not say anything stupid that could get him fired.
"You need to call your girlfriend and tell her you won't be around." Lillian looked down to her paperwork.
"That's ok, I'm single," he said. Again.
She lifted her head to him and he thought a smile played on her lips, but it did not develop.
No way! She knew, she damn well knew! Now his epic failure had reached his boss. Now he dared not look her in the eyes. Instead, he turned in shame to go back to his desk.
"I'll email the details to you shortly," he heard her say.
*****
Alex sat in the bar as Lillian said goodbye to their business guests. It was still early, which was strange, because Lillian had said they insisted on meeting this evening, Saturday. The clients themselves seemed happy with a brief overview of how the project was going. Still it was not an entirely wasted evening: good food, great swanky hotel and the company of his beautiful boss. Alex sat back, enjoying the warming taste of the brandy slipping down his throat. Lillian looked amazing tonight. His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw her in that red dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her breasts peeking out over the top of the neckline had not only caused his cock to harden but when she bent forward to retrieve her napkin which had slipped to the floor, he caught another eyeful and his cock had nearly exploded.
She looked amazing. All through dinner he had to remind himself that she was his boss. Somehow that message was not getting through to his cock. He reached down to adjust his bulge. Just at that moment Lillian turned around and caught him making himself more comfortable. He tried to look away but her green eyes held his. Her pink tongue licked her lips slowly and right there his balls heated and his cock tingled. Alex clenched his fist and gritted his teeth to maintain control.
Lillian walked slowly across the bar, hips swaying and Alex knew all eyes were on her. She had only one person in view and it was him. What on earth was he to do now? The look on her face told him why she had skipped dessert; because she was going to finish her meal with him as dessert.
Stopping right in front of him, she lifted a finger to his face. She traced the outline of his lips and slowly down his chin. Alex was rooted to the spot. Lillian leaned into him and her warm breath fanned his ear.
"Come," she said before turning and walking away towards the lifts.
Alex did not need to think twice. He almost ran to follow his b
oss, ready to obey her every command. They waited in silence for the lift. Alex glanced at Lillian next to him. She stood motionless. Any passers-by would not think anything of two people waiting to go up to the bedrooms. Only for him, this was something extraordinary. Could it be that she actually wanted him? He was going to follow the powerful Lillian Taylor to her room. But then what? The lift pinged and the doors slid open, the mirrored inside gleaming. Lillian stepped in, turned and pressed the number ten. Alex stepped in quickly as the doors slid to a close behind him. Suddenly, he was pushed against the mirrored wall. Lillian grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head down. Their lips meshed, tongues thrust into the other's mouths and her hands massaged his ass, pressing him closer into her. His cock ached and strained against the zip, begging for freedom. She tasted of brandy and spice and Alex grabbed her waist, letting his hands wander down to her round ass. Pressing her closer into him, he ground his cock against her stomach, desperate to find release. Heat effused his groin when she grabbed his trouser clad cock and rubbed hard. Suddenly fire blazed from his balls and he came as she continued to massage. He groaned against her mouth, shamed that he could not last.
Lillian took a step back and looked at him, not with disgust as he thought she might but the look in her eyes was different altogether.
"We'll have to do something about that!" She grabbed his tie and pulled him along the corridor, swiping her key card and almost flung him into her room.
"Take a shower, you have two minutes." He recognized her voice as Lillian, the boss.
Entering the bathroom, the lights came on automatically. Alex stripped off his clothes, leaving them on the floor and stepped into the shower. Two minutes later, with a towel wrapped around his hips, he walked back into the bedroom.
The lights were dimmed, the curtains drawn and Lillian sat in the chair in the corner. Oh boy, his cock hardened again at the sight of her. She had taken off her dress and now wore a black leather corset, with buckle fastening and straps at the front and black stockings. Her large breasts seemed to be bursting out of the top. What he wouldn't give to bury his face between her two globes.
"Drop the towel and lie on the bed." Her voice was a soft whisper.
He hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep breath and pulled his towel off, letting it fall to the floor. He knew his body was in good shape but hoped his hardening cock would behave this time. The crisp white duvet was thick and luxurious under his knees as he climbed to get himself onto his back. Alex lay back waiting for her next instruction. Already his cock was alert and ready to obey, if only he could last the distance.
"Close your eyes Alex," Lillian said.
He closed his eyes and felt at ease. This was not what he was used to. Women expected him to take control and lead the way, which he did with ease. This time he was quite enjoying doing as he was told. The bed dipped next to him and he looked forward to what she had planned next.
"Keep your eyes closed. Do exactly as I say. I'll take care of everything," she said.
One fingernail scraped up and down his cock, the feeling caused his cock to thicken all the more.
"Such an eager boy. Tonight is not for rushing. Tonight you are mine."
His cock throbbed and threatened to lose control.
Maybe she sensed this because all of a sudden she smacked his cock and said, "No."
Pain radiated through his cock. Instantly the heat subsided and he felt calm again.
"Good boy," she said.
Her scent drifted over him when she came closer. Something soft covered his eyes, a blindfold.
"Relax," she spoke softly.
Lillian's hands stroked his arms and she took one and placed it over his head, and did the same to the other arm. His breath quickened, he took a deep breath and willed his body to relax. He heard some clattering by his ear and turned his head to the sounds. Alex felt Lillian's fingers stroke up and down his chest.
"I won't hurt you, Alex, trust me. Leave it all to me." Her soft lips briefly touched his before she moved away. He heard the clattering noise again but this time he did not worry.
"I am going to handcuff you to the bed. Then I am going to fuck you like you should be fucked. Okay?" she asked.
Alex gulped down the panic beginning to arise.
"Okay," he managed to reply. This had never happened to him before. Somehow he wanted to go on this journey, wherever it might go.
His wrists were shackled and pulled further up before being shackled again. She did the same to the other side. He pulled on his restraints. Yep, he was tied to the bed.
"You still okay, Alex?" Lillian's nail circled his nipple slowly, sending sparks of delight around his body.
"Yes," he said.
Her fingers wandered over his chest, down his stomach and over his hips. Again and again she did the same thing. Each stroke was like sparks of delight flickering over his body. Her route altered but not the effect. This time her fingers wandered lower and lower again, stopping before she reached his cock. Alex lifted his hips every time her fingers went lower, hoping she would touch his cock and relieve the pressure that was building. The bed dipped again. This time Lillian straddled him and began to rub herself up and down. The feel of her silky legs brushing his , traveling higher and higher felt amazing. Oh hell, get to my cock already!
His balls began to burn and he wanted his cock to be surrounded by her warm, wet heat. The sound of poppers opening caught his attention. Not having the use of his eyes or hands made this experience so much more erotic and his hearing seemed to be sharper. Next soft skin brushed his cock gently and he could not help but groan when he realized she had opened the corset and was rubbing her pussy against him. He felt his orgasm building.
"I'm going to come, Lillian," he said, groaning and thrusting his hips up.
"No, I won't allow it. Not until I tell you to, Alex," she said. It was a clear command.
How the hell was she going to stop him? It was not something he could control.
Her fingers gripped the base of his cock on either side and she pressed hard. The feeling verged on pain but his orgasm that was building seemed to ease off.
"How did you do that?" he asked.
"It's called experience," she replied. The cold feeling of a condom sheathing his cock did not cause his cock to erupt as it had done previously.
She resumed stroking his cock with her pussy. With each stroke, he could feel her wetness against his hard cock.
"Fuck me, please," he said, not caring that a grown man shouldn't beg.
"Maybe," she said.
Lillian swiped her wet pussy over his erection and slid his cock into her pussy. Alex moaned in delight and thrust his hips up to fill her completely.
"No, keep still," she said.
Alex obeyed and he was rewarded when her pussy clenched around his cock. She seemed to hold still, then release and repeat. He lost all sense of time and place and let her lead him to wherever she wanted. She began to move, slowly at first before picking up the pace and moving faster and harder. The heat in his balls built up as his orgasm began to gain speed. This time no fingers pressed his cock to stop him.
"Come now, Alex," she commanded.
He thrust up to join in her hard and fast rhythm. The world around him was lost as he exploded again and again into the woman who had led him to bliss and beyond.
"Thank you," was all he could manage.
"No problem," he heard her distant reply.
A little while later he woke up with a warm body against him. Lillian was asleep next to him. He turned gradually, careful not to wake her and moved closer. He slowly placed his arm around her, kissing her forehead. Looking at her his heart constricted. Did she think of this as just one night only? Lying there watching her, he realized he wanted more, much more and he would do anything to hold on to the only woman who made him feel normal.
Her green eyes fluttered open and she smiled.
"We have to talk," she said.
His heart s
topped. Damn it, it was going to be 'this was nice but…' chat.
"We need to work out how to manage this." she said.
"Well, if you want me to go now and not say anything, I will," he replied.
"Why would I want you to go? It's taken me long enough to get you here and there's a whole lot more I want to do to you," she said with a giggle.
"You mean, I get to stay?" he asked, not quite believing Lillian wanted him.
"For as long as your heart desires, Alex, as long as you know you have to obey me," she said.
"Anything, Lillian, I will do anything you want. You don't think I am going to say no to the most perfect woman I have ever met?" Alex tightened his grip on her.
"Good, well, that's agreed. All we need to do is work out details, but we can do that later." Her eyes sparkled. "Right now, I think you need tying up again."
Alex was not going to complain, now or ever.
The End
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GHOST
Ella Grey
Copyright © 2013
People called him the Ghost and it wasn’t because he was transparent and could walk through walls. No Lucas Godfrey was a hired killer for one of the biggest mob boss in New York City. Bodies hit the floor quickly whenever Lucas was on the job.
He fiddled with the cuffs on his shirt. He left the dark blue suit jacket open, making it easier to reach for his gun when he needed it. The job tonight was simple; he had to make his way to the Arcadia Hotel, go to the fifteenth floor, room seven and put two bullets into the person who was staying in there. The pay was ridiculously good. He could retire on it, though it had been said that Lucas Godfrey wasn’t a man who’d leave the life in anything but a body bag.
Lucas ran a hand through his dark hair. It was longer than it needed to be but he liked it. The unintentional style reminded him of James Dean, the ultimate rebel and heartbreaker. He double-checked the 9mm; he kept in his shoulder holster. There was a section especially built in to hold the silencers. He’d need it tonight, unless he wanted the cops surrounding the building because of the gun shots that would get noticed without it.
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