James has now flown from the bed, and his legs have toppled me over. Flinging myself onto the floor, knowing that he will be on me in an instant if I stay on the mattress, I crouch beside the other side of the bed and grin up at him.
“Is this war?” I really hope it is, and my cheeky grin says as much. I’m not playing with fire, I’m playing with landmines and hand grenades, but I don’t care a whit. The man promised me a spanking, but he’ll need to work for it.
James stands up slowly and crosses his arms over his chest. On any other naked man, I would probably laugh out loud in this situation, but I daren’t. If I take my eyes off that man for a second, I will be bent over his knees, and he won’t stop until he’s made his point. As he advances towards me slowly, my breath catches, and I try to form my plan of attack. The trouble is my head is so fuzzy it’s difficult to concentrate worth a damn. I figure running is my best option for the time being. It will either help burn off some of the evil stuff that’s floating around my bloodstream, or let it go straight to my head, and right now, I don’t care either way.
As James shoots forward towards me, his fingertips brushing my arm, I leap on the bed and run to the other side. It’s a close thing, but I’m a still a free woman. Smirking, I stand there with my arms outstretched for balance, ready to run again at a moment’s notice. I watch as James’s eyes catch mine, giving me an irritated frown, but those eyes then dive towards my chest, where my breasts are now wobbling slightly. His gaze then drops even lower.
“Like what you see?” I purr. Cupping my hands over my pussy to cut off his fun, I then raise my eyebrows in challenge. “C’mon, James. Where is that spanking you promised?”
“Goddammit woman, go back to the desk. This is your last warning,” his voice rumbles threateningly. I can see him clenching his fingers into fists, and I know he’s fighting the same swirling intoxication that I am but doing a much better job of it.
“I didn’t take you for a coward, James,” I purr throatily. “Can’t you handle one little female all by yourself?” Grabbing hold of my breasts, I then caress my nipples, giggling when his eyes immediately dip to watch me.
“Stop it. Back to the desk now.” His arm thrusts itself out to the side and his finger points at where he wants me. That’s too bad. I have no intention of obeying him.
“Nuh, uh.” I shake my head, as my fingers begin to roam over my fishnet-clad body. This suit has me all kinds of horny, and I need to do something about it. Blinking slowly, I calculate my next move - the one that will get me what I want. My toes flex into the carpet beneath me, readying myself for action and I inhale a giant breath of air. Flying back over the bed towards James, I leap off behind him, my hand flying out to catch his ass one more time. It’s not a hard swat, but it lands where it’s supposed to before I’m halfway across the other side of the room, using the desk as cover. James has now clenched his jaw shut and is slowly advancing towards me again. The anticipation of letting him get his hands on me is electric, and this time I wonder if I can even be bothered to run.
“Sit your ass down now, Reeves.” He glares at me, and I can’t believe he doesn’t want to play this game. Too bad because I do, and I’m not going to back down.
“This ass doesn’t want to sit,” I wink, and then turning around, I wiggle it at him. It’s the last straw. James sucks in a breath and narrows his eyes.
“When I get my hands on you, you will rue the day you were born, Miss Reeves.” He then walks towards me with purpose. With each step he takes, my heart beats faster and faster. My chest is filled with bubbling excitement, and my clit is pulsing painfully between my legs. If I were to finger myself now, I know I’d come in a less than a minute. The idea is tempting.
“Want to watch me masturbate, James?” Where the fuck did that come from? My eyes widen. I’m shocked those words have come out of my mouth, but not shocked enough to stop my hands from reaching between my legs as I cup my mound. Letting out a throaty moan, I slide my fingers backwards and forwards.
“Right. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” James flies at me, but I’m ready for him. Flipping the desk up, he has to use his hands to catch it or risk having his toes cut off, and by that time, I’m back over the other side of the room, hiding behind the bed. My hands are already between my legs as I watch him place the table upright, and I throw my head up and hiss as I push my fingers inside myself.
James then roars and comes flying towards me at the speed of light. Before I can jump back over the bed, he’s shoved it towards the wall, pinning my legs in place. Scrambling madly to free myself, I can’t push the heavy mattress away in time, and before I know what’s happening, James has yanked me upwards and is throwing me over his legs as we land heavily on the side of the bed.
The first slam of his hand lands as the bed rocks violently beneath us. It’s so hard, I’m pushed forwards, but his other hand steadies me and keeps me in place. I yelp as the sting spreads through me, but before I can process that, another one is already flying down to meet it. His hand thuds into my backside, over and over again, and in a matter of moments, I’m whimpering in pain. At least, I think it’s pain. I’m so aroused, it could be a combination of both.
“Are you going to beg for mercy, Miss Reeves?” I know James is smiling at me now. I can feel his predatory gaze flying all over my fishnet curves, while admiring the pink stain of his handprint that is spreading over my ass. He has the better end of the deal. I’m clenching my jaw, to keep from sobbing out loud, and trying my best to relax so the sting of his great big hands doesn’t kill me. Still, I’m not one to back down from a challenge.
“Go fuck yourself.” My voice is strong and steady, and I’m quite proud I got the words out there. The sentence is pretty apt, too, if I’m honest. If either of us want any relief this evening, we’ll be doing it DIY style.
“There’s not going to be any fucking this evening, Miss Reeves,” he scolds. “We are both going to prove that we are sensible adults who can rise above this kind of nonsense. Aren’t we?” His hand connects again, sending my teeth rattling down my throat, and I wonder if he expects me to agree with him. I am already so aroused that all I can think about is sex, and the warm stinging sensation that is slowly spreading through my body isn’t helping. If I don’t orgasm in the next five minutes, I think there’s a fair chance I might die.
“You might be,” I grit thought clenched teeth, “but I am making no such promises. My clit is on fire and the spanking isn’t helping. To add to my woes, I find you extremely attractive. I could fuck you every which way to kingdom come, Mr Leveritt.” Holy fuck, where did that just come from? Slamming my jaw shut, afraid I might say something else, James’s hand stops for a moment.
“More attractive than Adie?” he murmurs. That’s when I know the drugs are doing their thing. We have no filter at the moment. Whatever comes into our heads, we say or do. It’s fucking scary.
Springing away from him, I shake my head. “Let’s not do this here.” My ass is on fire, and I can’t think. My whole body is burning up with heat and all I want to do is bury James’s head between my legs. Think of something else, anything else, I tell myself firmly.
He makes no move to come after me and I continue backing away from him until my ass presses against the wall. The cool plaster is soothing, and my eyes close for a second.
“Tell me,” he growls.
“You know Adie is listening to this, right?” I have to speak slowly. It’s the only way I can get anything remotely intelligent out of my mouth. My head feels like it’s filled with glue, and everything that needs to come out is stuck solid.
“I know. Tell me, Lois. Am I more attractive than Adie?” He pins me with a glare that says I had better answer this or face the consequences. “Last chance to answer, before I start right back where I left off.”
Fine. If he wants to hear the answer to that question so badly, he can have it. I’m not going to lie to him.
“No.” I didn’t need to say any more than t
hat. It would be enough to kill the mood. Storming off to the bathroom with no door, I put a hand on either side of the sink and bend my head forwards. I need air. I also need to get rid of the crushing weight that has just settled on my chest.
Chapter Nine - James
I didn’t let her escape that easily. Now that Adie had invaded my mind, I needed to know all the little details she wasn’t telling me. I knew they’d slept together because I’d heard them, and I needed to know if she was already in love with him. Although I tried to tell myself it didn’t matter as I couldn’t have her, I knew I was lying. It mattered a lot. I wanted to know if she cared for me. How sick and twisted was that? Hi Lois, even though I’ll never be able to have a relationship with you, I hope you’re head-over-heels in love with me. It’s fucked up, but then again, so am I. Jealous thoughts hammered at my brain until I was standing in front of the bathroom archway, looking at Lois as she tried to compose herself. Normally, I’d have backed away about now, but my head was anything but normal at this moment in time.
“Is he good in bed?” I bit the question out, already knowing the answer, but I needed to hear it from her lips. You couldn’t work at Carte Blanche for fifteen odd years and not be good in bed. Adie knew every trick in the book, and then some. He probably had a bigger repertoire of tricks than me, too - mostly because he’s into some dark, nasty shit. Some girls like that.
Lois didn’t answer me straight away. Straightening up, she cleared her throat and gave me a cold look. “Don’t do this, James. This situation is hard enough as it is.” All the earlier fun and teasing had vanished, and in its place was a hard knot of something sharp and unpleasant, but I couldn’t let it go.
“Is he good in bed?” I repeated. Adie must have been having a field day watching us argue, but I didn’t care. I wanted my answers.
“Stop it, or I’ll drop to my knees and suck your cock, James.” Her eyes dipped to the beast between my legs that was desperately vying for attention. I fucking hated Viagra. I’d be in pain all night because of that shit, but that’s not what’s making me like this. I could feel aggression rippling through my body, and if I wasn’t careful I’d do something stupid. Scratch that - I am doing something stupid. I can’t seem to stop myself, though.
“Answer the fucking question, Lois.” Positioning myself behind her, I wrapped my arms around her body, and let my hands brush up against the underside of her tits. When she gasped, I smiled coldly, and my fingers moved upward. Grasping each of her nipples with my forefinger and thumb, I pinched them hard, until she hissed out loud.
“Jesus, James. You’re giving Alain everything he wants and more. If he was still on the fence as to whether you cared about me or not, he isn’t now.” Lois tipped her head back against my chest as if trying to bang some sense into me. I was past that. I needed answers.
“Is he good in bed?” The question was going on loop until I got a reply.
Slamming her head into my chest in a fit of anger, Lois snapped. “Yes, he’s good in bed. Are you happy now?” Happy was not a word I’d use to describe my mood at that moment. I was currently envisioning my hands wrapped around Adie’s neck, and they were squeezing the life out of him. He’d had something from Lois that was so precious I’d sell my soul for it, not that it would do me any good. Adie’s had a part of her I’ll never have. I can’t have her, or I’ll risk killing her. This is Alaina all over again.
“Is he better than me?” The questions kept coming and I couldn’t stop them. I’m reliving my own personal hell now, and it’s not a pretty one. Staring at Lois’s reflection in the bathroom mirror, I watched her eyes as they filled with pain. I’m not sure if it’s from my hold on her nipples, or the question I’ve just asked, but it turns me on something fierce. Pressing up against her backside, I rock my erection between the curves of her backside and growl.
This time, Lois doesn’t evade the question. Her eyes are now glazed, and the look of pain is slowly fading, morphing into desire. I love how her body channels pain, how it converts it into something more visceral than just the physical aspect. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want Lois. It scares me. I can’t have her and I need to back away.
“I don’t know, James. I haven’t slept with you.” She was trying to placate me, but it didn’t work.
“You’ve had me enough to know whether or not I’m good in bed, Lois. Is he better than me?” I wanted her to say no. I’m such a contrary fucking bastard. One moment I’m pushing them both into each other’s arms, and in the next I need reassurance that I’m a fucking sex God. Go figure. I hope to hell Alain has given us Rohypnol because when I remember all this in the morning, it will be cringe-worthy.
“You are both very different. Adie’s darker than you, James.”
“Fine. I’ll rephrase the question. Who do you like best in bed, Lois? Adie or me? Who turns you on more?”
Lois did something unexpected then. She stomped on my foot, so I swore and moved backward, and in the space I created, she knelt down and swiped her tongue across the tip of my cock. It focused my attention in an instant. Letting out a hiss of pleasure, I groaned and buried my hands in her hair. The feeling is exquisite, and I want more. Moving her hands to the base of my cock, she gently rolled my balls in her fingertips as her mouth slowly began to devour me. I now forget all questions as her face slides down my swelling length and all I can do is revel in the sensation.
“Fuck that feels good.” Her mouth then twists upon me, up and down, as she coats my cock in her saliva. I’m given little nudges with her tongue, just enough to tantalise, as she works me up and down.
“For God’s sake don’t stop,” I moan, tangling my hands deeper into her chestnut locks. Her hair is so damn silky, I want to bend down and rub my face in it. If I died, right here and now, I’d die happy, so maybe tonight isn’t all bad.
Lois’s head moves faster, and she lets my cock slam into the back of her throat as she tries her best to control her gag reflex. She does well. She’s learnt a lot since the week she had with me. I can’t bear to think about how many men she’s fucked or blown to get that good, so I don’t. At the moment, she’s mine, all mine, and that’s enough.
Lois brings her right wrist into play when she gets a decent rhythm going. The added pressure makes my ass clench as I try my best not to shoot my load. Normally, this isn’t a problem, but today is not a normal day. As if she can sense my impending orgasm, Lois slows her mouth, giving me long, teasing, gliding strokes before my cock finally pops free from her mouth.
“Fuck my face,” she whispers, as her tongue licks a slow path around her bottom lip. “Grip my hair and show me who’s boss. I want your cock spearing some internal organs, James, before I drown in your cum.”
“You have a filthy fucking mouth,” I groan, but I don’t need to be told twice. Gripping a handful of hair on either side of her head, I look down into the eyes that are staring up at me. They are a dark, smoky grey and drowning in desire. She’s as turned on by this as I am, and it fucking unravels me. Letting out an almighty roar, I shoot forward into her mouth and pound into her throat. She makes a few delightful little choking sounds as I fill her full to bursting, but she doesn’t complain. At first, she can barely keep up with my pace, but after a few swift strokes, her hands are steadying herself against my legs, and she’s looking up at me with a lust-soaked expression. Watching her saliva trail down her chin as I fuck her mouth over and over, before I know what’s happening, I can feel my balls filled to bursting with come, and then it’s all over. Firing my load into her, I watch as she tries her best to swallow my offering. She then slowly sucks me clean. I can’t take my eyes off her. When she’s finally finished, she presses her face to my legs and then smiles up at me.
“Better?” she asks cheekily.
I can’t help a grin, but then logic kicks in and I realise what we’ve done.
“Oh shit,” I whisper.
Lois is now back behind the desk and she looks pissed. That’s probably because
I’ve had an orgasm and she hasn’t. It was hardly fair of me, but once her head was wrapped around my cock, I couldn’t think straight - not that I can now. I had all of three minutes relief before the big guy decided he was ready and raring to go again. If anything, I’m even more uncomfortable than before. The evening stretches ahead of us with no end in sight, and I’m acutely aware of the exquisitely beautiful, virtually naked woman, that is sitting less than four metres away from me. She’s a constant feature swirling around my head, and the images are driving me insane.
“I don’t see why we can’t just have oral sex all evening,” Lois whimpers. “Isn’t that okay? That won’t get me killed will it?” I pull the pillow I’m currently holding over my head tighter and try to block out her whining. I can’t deal with this right now.
The trouble is, she’s right, but I’m not sure I trust myself. If we start doing oral, it might lead to other things and it’s a slippery slope from then on in. At the moment I can feel I’m intoxicated, and my thought process is slow, but I’m still in control. Will I still be like that in an hour’s time? Who knows? It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.
“He’ll get what he wants one way or another, James. You know that.” Even though Lois’s voice is muffled through the pillow, I still hear her. I have a horrible feeling that she’s right, but I don’t want to be the one who fucks up here - pun intended. I have enough on my conscience as it is.
The room then plunges into silence, and I’m guessing we’re both lost in thought. At least that’s what I think is happening until I hear little whimpers from across the room.
At first, I’m not sure the noises are real. I’ve been imagining Lois underneath me for the past twenty minutes, and the sound effects are quite appropriate. After a few minutes have passed, though, I know it’s not all in my head.
“Lois,” I warn, “put those fingers up on the desk and show a little self-control.” That’s rich coming from me as I’ve just shot my load, but as I said before, I blame her for that, too.
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