by Amy Valenti
“Gaius!” I cried out. “Oh, god, Gaius!”
A hint of smile played upon his lips, along with an eager, almost insatiable desire. I wanted to look at his cock, to see how hard he was, to gauge how much I’d pleased him. But I stayed focused on his eyes.
My heart was pounding, and my body relaxed as I coaxed the last of my orgasm forth with my fingers.
He kneeled beside me and said, “Let me taste.”
I held my fingers up to his lips, and he greedily sucked them into his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking my wetness from them. A heard a rumble in his throat as he savored my flavor, and he devoured every last drop.
“Stand up,” he ordered me.
Despite my wobbly knees, I stood. I felt myself toppling, but Gaius hooked an arm around my waist and kept me steady.
“Whoa,” he said. “That must have been some orgasm.”
I nodded weakly, but I soon found strength and I was able to stand without his aid. He held me for a few moments longer to be certain, and then he reluctantly released me and sat down on the couch.
“Dance for me,” he said.
I thought I’d been through the pinnacle of humiliation bringing myself to orgasm while he watched, but now I was terrified. I had never been particularly limber or graceful, and he wanted me to dance?
“I can’t dance,” I admitted quietly.
“Move your body,” he said. “Seduce me.”
I could feel a prickly tingle behind the bridge of my nose. I almost felt like crying. I had always hated the way I looked when I tried to dance. But I didn’t want to disappoint him.
I gritted my teeth and blinked back my tears of dread, and I tried to channel every stripper I’d ever seen work the pole on Jerry Springer. I wasn’t about to twerk. Oh, hell no. Not even for him. But maybe if I just swayed my hips a little. I tried to move like a cobra being charmed, but I felt like I looked more like a drunken llama.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Turn around and show me that sexy ass.”
I turned away from him, glad for a moment of respite away from watching his eyes burning into me. I swayed my hips back and forth, remembering the way I’d seen the belly dancers move the time I went to this Middle Eastern restaurant downtown with Erica and her brother.
“Oh, yes,” he urged me. “So damned sexy. Bend over.”
I bent over with my legs spread a bit. I shook my ass a little, and then I reached behind me and parted my ass cheeks to give him an unobstructed view.
“Oh, god, yes,” he groaned. “Be my little slut. Show me everything.”
By then I was actually starting to have fun. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t vomiting. He actually seemed to be turned on. I bent my head forward and peeked at him through my legs, and I noticed he’d palmed his cock and was slowly stroking it. God, that was hot.
I was wishing for some music, but I wasn’t about to interrupt the moment to ask, so I played some in my head. I tried to summon up some songs from movies like Showgirls and Magic Mike.
“I thought you couldn’t dance, my little Minx,” he teased me. “You move in such an erotic way my dick is rock hard. Come see.”
I stood up and turned to him, and I purposefully swayed my hips as I crossed the floor with my eyes transfixed to his rigid shaft as he stroked it softly. I noticed a glistening bead of precum appearing at the tip.
“Kneel,” he said as soon as I neared him.
I dropped to my knees before him, and he wordlessly grabbed me by the back of my neck and shoved my head into his lap. He pushed his cock against my lips.
“Taste me,” he said.
My tongue darted from between my lips to lick away the bead of precum. L couldn’t resist grabbing his hard shaft and squeezing it lightly, pressing another small drop of liquid out so I could taste more of him. I closed my eyes and savored his flavor.
“God, yes,” he groaned. “Suck me.”
My lips closed around the head, and I slowly slid my tongue in circles around him before dipping my head to take him further into my mouth. As he grew wetter, I began to slide my hand up and down his shaft as my head bobbed.
“Play with my balls.”
My left hand cupped his balls and stroked them gently, rolling them softly in my palm as I continued to suck him. I stopped for a moment to lick his sac and then slid my tongue back up his shaft and took him inside my mouth again.
“I love your mouth,” he said. “Those sexy lips of yours… they feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
A moan was suppressed by his thick head, but it must have vibrated against him because he shivered at the moment I made the sound.
“Stand up,” he said suddenly, and I did.
He was breathless and I could see fiery anticipation in his eyes. He was consumed by lust, and the burning fire in my loins told me that he and I were in perfect sync. He grabbed my body and pushed me toward the table, grabbing me by the nape of my neck and pushing me harshly over the surface.
His knee slid between my legs and spread them apart, and he kept my torso pinned to the tabletop as he probed between my lips with his finger.
“Oh, you are so wet,” he growled. His voice had taken on a deep, gravelly timbre that clued me in to the intensity of his passion. “You’re wet for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Oh, god, yes,” I murmured. “I am so wet and ready for you.”
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his hand rubbing the fleshy patch between my shoulders.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass as he leaned over me, and I moaned, “Oh, please take me.”
“Beg for it,” he demanded, fisting the back of my hair and yanking it roughly.
“Please, please, fuck me,” I begged. “I need your cock inside me.”
“How much do you want it?”
“I want it bad,” I groaned. “So bad. Please fuck me before I explode!”
His cock began to rub between my legs, and he shoved it deep inside me with a single hard thrust. I cried out as the blood immediately rushed to my tunnel and built itself into a tight knot.
He smacked my ass and a jolt of excitement shot through me and settled between my legs, further tightening the knot.
His hands gripped my hips as he plunged deeper inside me with each thrust, his girth spreading me wide and his length sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with each solid thrust.
The knot continued to wind itself tighter and tighter until he began to groan. His tempo increased, but his thrusts became more erratic, and his breath was broken, shuddering.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned.
That was all I needed. The knot wound into its maximum tolerance and exploded, unraveling in waves of pleasure that shot out from my throbbing clit and raced through my body. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he came, and my own orgasm just kept lingering on. I thought for a moment I might never come down from the mountain of bliss he’d taken me to, but as his tempo eased, my shuddering began to wane, and he collapsed on top of me panting like a dog in the desert.
I enjoyed the nearly claustrophobic feeling of his body trapping mine against the cold glass tabletop. My hair was stuck to my face in clumps, and I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding in my ears and it was nearly deafening.
His phone had been sitting unnoticed on the table, and it chimed. He glanced over at it, and then back at me.
“Midnight,” he commented.
“I am yours,” I said softly.
He grunted as he pushed himself off me, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. He turned me to face him. His arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tightly, and he buried his face in the crook between my face and shoulder. I knew in that instant that I belonged to him in every way that a person can belong to another, and that he would never let me go.
CHAPTER TEN
“Get dressed,” said Gaius as I lay silently on the sofa adrift on a cloud of post-coital bliss, having traveled there from the table as my knees weaken
ed. I must have been there, oblivious to everything around me, for at least fifteen minutes or more.
“Are we going somewhere?” I asked.
“Yes, we’re going home,” he answered.
My heart sank. I wasn’t ready to go home. I wanted more of him. I wanted more of us. But now wasn’t the type of argue with him, so I forced myself to stand up and go locate my clothing.
Once dressed in my work uniform, we headed through the back exit. Gaius took my hand and led me around front where, mercifully, no one stood other than the valet. He nodded at Gaius upon seeing his expression, and disappeared, returning quickly with the car.
Gaius opened the door for me and I got into the passenger’s seat, snapping on my seatbelt and waiting for him with my hands folded patiently in my lap.
Gaius talked with the valet for a moment, and when he got into the car, he was quiet. I looked to him several times, but he said nothing, barely casting a glance my way. I wondered if he was upset with me for some reason.
When I noticed we were heading away from my neighborhood, I thought maybe he’d forgotten where I lived.
“Um, Gaius?”
“Hmm?”
“My apartment is back that way.”
“That is no longer your home,” he pointed out.
It took a moment to sink in, and then I realized what he meant.
“Oh! You wanted me to move in with you tonight?”
“Of course,” he said. “I thought you understood this.”
“I did,” I said. “Well, I mean… I knew you wanted me to move in with you, but I didn’t realize you mean tonight. I thought I would have time to pack, get some clothes.”
“You don’t need clothes tonight.”
I flushed at that comment, and I felt my heart do a somersault in my chest.
“What about work and school?” I asked.
“Tomorrow is Saturday, and you don’t have class,” he said. “When do you next work?”
“I have to be at work at four o’clock tomorrow,” I answered.
“Then we’ll stop by your apartment tomorrow to gather a few things you need right away and I’ll hire a moving company to collect the rest.”
“What about my lease?”
“I’ll pay whatever it takes to get you out of it.”
“There’s also something else I should tell you before I move in with you,” I said. “My real name is Victoria, but people call me Tori. I’m Tori Shannon.”
“My name isn’t really Gaius,” he said. “It’s Thomas. Thomas Dylan. But I’d rather be called Gaius, because I’m named after my father and… well, I’m sure you understand. Actually, I’d like if you called me Guy for short.”
“Alright... Guy,” I said. “Where’d you come up with that name?”
“It’s a character from a television show I used to watch.”
I would have called him anything he wanted. If he wanted me to call him Lord Fussy Bottom von Sexy Pants, I would have obliged. Although I might have been a bit creeped out!
We stopped outside a security gate, and he waited for a moment before it automatically began to swing open. He pulled through it and we pulled down a circular drive in front of a stunning mansion the likes of which I’d only dreamed of seeing in person.
“You live here?” I gawked.
“No,” Gaius corrected me. “We live here.”
Going from struggling to pay the rent on my one-bedroom apartment to living in a palatial estate was going to take some getting used to.
This home was gorgeous. It was somewhere between old Hollywood glamor and southern plantation, with regal white columns that contrasted starkly with beautiful palm trees and exotic plants.
I followed him up the front steps to the landing and he unlocked the front door – ornately carved double doors, specifically. He keyed in the security code on the pad inside to deactivate the alarm system and then closed the doors behind us.
Inside was even more breathtaking than the exterior. The foyer was actually more like a grand living room with three sets of French doors leading to the back patio, and two staircases flanked the room on either side, curving their way to a landing above.
“The kitchen is to the left, and the dining room through that way,” he said. “To the right you’ll find the library and a full bath. The basement can be accessed through the door in the dining room and I’ll have to show you around upstairs. It’s rather expansive.”
“I’ll bet,” I nearly whispered.
“I hope it’s to your liking,” he said.
“Let me put it this way,” I said. “If you asked me to design my perfect home, this is what you’d get.”
He chuckled, and I’m sure he would have been smiling, pleased, but I couldn’t stop scanning the room an taking in its beauty.
“I have lots of surprises in store for you here,” he said. He stepped closer to me and trapped me between his body and the bannister nearby. “Welcome home.”
I was held rapt by the beauty of this place, and completely shocked that this was now my home. I hadn’t dreamed he might be this wealthy or live in such a lavish place. It had never occurred to me that he really had so much money. In fact, aside from noticing his tailored clothing and his custom car, I’d hardly given a second thought to his wealth.
“Your place is stunning,” I breathed.
“Our place,” he corrected me, grabbing my shoulders firmly. “Ours.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Now that you belong to me, you’ll want for nothing,” he promised me. “No more working night shifts and juggling classes, too. Unless, of course, you want to. No more taking the bus. You will want for nothing.”
“That’s not why I’m here,” I told him. “I’m here for you. I don’t need all this.”
My eyes swept around the room, indicating that this house wasn’t at all what I’d expected from him.
“I know that,” he said, releasing my shoulders and taking my face in their place. He brushed his lips softly against mine. “But it will make me happy to spoil you.”
I smiled gratefully, but I still had no idea what to say. It was a lot to absorb.
“Let’s go to bed,” he suggested.
I felt a surge of excitement rush through me, and my smile grew. I nodded, and he took my hand and led me up the stairs. I couldn’t wait to see what my new life held in store, but I was eternally grateful to Club Red, and to my friend Erica for talking me into going!
THE END
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Precious Pet
By Candy Quinn
What on earth was I doing here? Of all the places in the world that I should be – at home studying for my midterms, for instance – I was instead at a party where I clearly didn’t belong.
No, not just at a party.
Working a party.
In some lingerie.
When my best friend, Samantha, hired me for this gig, she bought me some new getup I’d never seen and was definitely nothing I’d buy for myself. A black lacy bra-let that pushed my breasts up to my collarbones, and a thong that barely left anything for the imagination.
I made her buy me a cute little skirt to go with it otherwise I refused to take this job.
The job she’d graciously got me after she realized that my dad was incredibly ill and needed medical treatment that none of us could afford. Certainly not with my student loans and my mom’s salary as a waitress. Times were hard – really hard – so that was why I was now half naked, serving hors d'oeuvres to people who make more in a day than I do in a month.
Hell, maybe a year.
But I plastered on a fake smile along with my dark eye shadow and red lipstick that made my mouth look too big for my face. Samantha curled my hair so that I saw the
ombre brown tips tickling around my collarbones.
“Rachael!” Samantha snapped her fingers in front of my face and my blue eyes widened. How long had I been staring at the fireplace?
“Logan has been asking for shrimp for the past five minutes. Why aren’t you paying attention?” My friend’s green eyes darkened as she stared at me. “You’re going to make me look bad,” she said in a lower tone of voice.
Honestly, I’d just figured that a party that was being served by women in lingerie would be a bit more interesting than my microeconomics reading, but I was wrong. Just a bunch of rich guys sitting around and talking business as they drank their scotch in front of a roaring fire.
“Sorry,” I muttered on an exhale, my gaze effectively downcast. I hated that I disappointed her, but I had a lot on my mind, even beyond how embarrassed I was to be almost completely nude and surrounded by the most powerful people in the state. I’m certain this wasn’t how any businesswoman started off.
Still, I did as I was told, like some obedient puppet on a string. I teetered in the high heels Samantha had lent me – supposed to make my behind perkier, but it was hard to tell if it worked. I was thin, and didn’t figure anything was going to help me that much.
I’d been avoiding Logan, though. I mean, that was one of the reasons I hadn’t noticed him waving me over. The man was way too hot to exist, and I didn’t want to be seen near him like this. It was hard enough being around older and unattractive men, but to serve someone you could only dream of dating? That’s rough.
I made my way over to Logan and held out my silver tray filled with shrimp that smelled divine yet I wasn’t allowed sampling.
“Shrimp, sir?” I bowed my head respectfully and felt such shame at being so nude in his vicinity. If I’d run into him at campus, I’d have run in the other direction in fear. Too-good-for-me ran through my mind.
His brown hair was long but perfectly coiffed, and his skin looked so smooth. Still, the way his shirt was partially unbuttoned, the hint of chest hair poking out from the grey material, showed he was all man.
