by Amber Heart
Alisha had always assumed that Jason was just picking on her, but his desire to fuck her was pressing right up against her belly. Her mind raced. Was he here tonight to seduce her?
She wanted to ask him, but there was no way that she’d ever hear his response. The speakers were right over top of them and blaring. All she could do was hold on as they moved through the crowd.
One song. She just had to get through one song.
His hands slowly inched up her shirt until he could spread his fingers along the naked skin of her back. His gaze never left hers, and she knew that if she told him no, he’d remove them, but she liked the way that they felt. Caressing her skin, he slowly drifted his other hand down her ass until he teasingly pulled at her skirt.
Her lips parted, and he leaned down and took full advantage. This wasn’t the kiss of seduction. As his tongue thrust into hers, she finally realized that the seduction had started a long time ago, and it was going to end right here if she let it.
Deep. Hot. Urgent. She grew dizzy with desire and leaned her body into the kiss. She didn’t even realize that they were moving until he suddenly picked her up and whirled her around. Slamming her back into the wall, he slid his hands up her skirt and touched her inner thighs.
“Thirty dollars left, Alisha,” he whispered into her ear. “Let me touch you. Feel how wet you are?”
She shivered. “Is that part of the club experience?”
“Not with anyone else,” he growled. “Just with me, tonight.”
Wordlessly, she nodded. He wasted no time skimming his fingers along her outer lips, spreading her juices. “No panties,” he groaned. “Fuck.” His finger delved inside her, and she gasped.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is not to fuck you right here? I want you Alisha, but I want you all night. I want to bury my head between your legs and lick you until you scream. I want to fuck you ten ways to Sunday until you can barely walk. I want to make you cum so many times that you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”
Her muscles clenched around his finger, and she moved as he continued to thrust. If he kept going, he was going to make her cum right there against the wall of the club. “Why me?”
“Because you’re the only one who fucking sees me.”
Grabbing his wrist, she forcefully removed it and thrust her chin out. This was the most insane thing that she’d ever done. “Take me home.”
“Too far away. I’ve got a better idea.”
Ten minutes later, and a hundred dollars richer, she stood in the school’s empty locker room. “Is this some fantasy of yours? Because it would have taken you exactly two more minutes to get to my apartment.”
“Oh yeah,” he grunted as he pushed her inside and locked the door. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about you on that bench with your legs spread? If I only get tonight, I’m living out as many fantasies as possible.”
She yelped as he suddenly picked her up and stood her on the bench so they were almost at eye-level. “I’m almost sorry that I don’t have a cheerleader uniform.” His hands skimmed down her sides as he pulled her shirt up. “I probably could have been a cheerleader. I am quite flexible, but I’m just not all that peppy.”
“Flexible, huh?” he grunted. “We’ll consider this your tryouts. See just how bendy you are. See how well you scream.”
The shirt came off as well as the strapless bra, and he leaned in and licked her cleavage. “Tastes like cranberries.”
Her knees shook as she held on to his shoulders. “You can thank the first guy for that. Are you sure no one is going to come in?”
“Not a hundred percent. You like the idea of getting caught?” His tongue darted out, and he licked her nipples. Pleasure pulsed through her, and she arched into his mouth. Although she’d never admit it, the idea of getting caught really did turn her on.
Chuckling, he reached under her skirt and dipped his finger into her pussy. “Secret’s out, Alisha,” he muttered as he took that same finger and spread her juices on her nipples. “I think you like an audience. Remind me to fuck you in front of the big mirror in the gym.”
As he licked and sucked her, she pulled restlessly at his shirt. She was all but naked, and he still had all of his clothes on. If she was going to fuck the star quarterback, she wanted to see the goods.
“Naked,” she gasped against him.
He ripped her skirt down.
“No,” she laughed. “You. Naked.”
“Straddle the bench,” he whispered in her ear. “And I’ll get naked for you.”
Stepping back, he reached for his shirt, and she slid down in the splits. His mouth dropped open as she leaned back on her palms, her legs straight out to either side. “I’m waiting.”
“Christ, you look good.” His muscles rippled as he finished undressing, and she moaned in appreciation. He had the perfect body. Toned arms. A ripped stomach.
A very impressive cock.
“When I said straddle the bench, this is now what I had in mind although this picture will stay with me forever.”
Grinning, she swung her leg around until she was riding the bench. “This more like it?”
“I did not take you for a temptress,” he muttered as he approached her.
Alisha blushed. “I’m not, usually. But I may have had a few fantasies of my own with you. Although they did not take place in the locker room.”
“Oh yeah?” He pushed on her shoulder until her back was flat against the bench and rubbed her pussy. “Where were we?”
There was nothing to grip, so Alisha clasped her hands above her head. She was on fire for him, but he was deliberately avoiding all the good spots. “The library,” she admitted.
“I was fucking you at the library? It’s open twenty-four hours. We can still make that work.”
Restless, she wiggled around and tried to guide his fingers. “Not exactly. I was studying at the table, and you were…um…under it.”
He knelt down beside her and slid a finger inside her. “Naughty girl,” he breathed. “Dreaming of me eating you out at the library. Damn, baby.” Then he leaned in and pressed his tongue right to her clit.
“Ah…fuck!” she screamed! Her first orgasm hit her hard and fast, but he didn’t give her any reprieve. He continued licking her until the tension built back up again.
“Fuck me, Jason,” she moaned. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
“I’ve just been waiting on you.”
She heard the sound of foil ripping, and suddenly he was lifting her again. This time, he sat on the bench and pulled her in his lap. Her legs straddled him, and his cock settled at her pussy. Moaning, she slid her hips up and down as the head hit against her clit. He hissed and gripped her hips.
“Don’t play, Alisha,” he warned.
Slowly, she lowered herself on him, taking him inch-by-inch until neither one of them could speak. He stretched her and slid over that sweet spot inside her that made her whole body quiver.
As he fell back against the bench, she spread the palms of her hands across his chest and started to ride him.
In and out. In and out.
“Oh yeah,” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
Swiveling her hips, she changed up the rhythm until they were both gasping and moaning. The smell of sex filled the room, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls.
Harder. Faster.
“Jason, I’m going to cum,” she gasped. “Oh, shit.”
“Cum. I want to feel you shake around my cock,” he groaned.
Alisha fell apart as his name was ripped from her throat in a half scream. She shook and shivered as her orgasm roared over her, but he had her hips, and he never let up. He plunged deep inside her over and over again until he finally bellowed and pulled her hard against him as he came.
Collapsing against him, she cried out softly. “I so regret not doing this earlier.”
“We’re not done,” he half chuckled. “I’ve got all ni
ght, and if memory serves, I’m going to have all day tomorrow as well.”
“I don’t think I’ll survive,” she muttered, but her body was already responding to the thought.
“I’m sure you’ll manage. I’m intrigued by this library fantasy that you have,” he whispered in her ear.
Her body jerked, and she lifted her hips and slid down his body until she could roll the condom off. “But first, I believe you said something about a mirror?”
“I did…ah fuck, Alisha!” She enveloped his cock with her mouth and slid her tongue under him.
She needed to wake him back up. They had work to do…
Training The Slave
Billionaire BDSM Erotica
By Amber Heart
Rachel knew her father didn’t want her talking to the men who visited their home on Friday nights to play poker. But she was twenty, about to find her own apartment, and she could please herself. He couldn’t stop her, no matter how famous he was or how much money he had to throw around. She’d been offered a job by one of the poker players last week.
Ben was the youngest man there and still ten years older than her. But he understood what it was like to have helicopter parents who wanted to control every facet of your life to keep you ‘safe’. He’d said his were just the same until he’d gotten out and survived on his own, and showed them he could survive.
Not just survive but thrive. His businesses brought in billions of dollars. If he’d been five years younger, Rachel would’ve considered a serious relationship with him. Not that he’d ever tried to seduce her. He was always very respectful. Pity, because he was hot, hot, hot and her pussy clenched whenever he was near.
But she was sure he wasn’t interested in her. Other men fell all over themselves to try and cop a feel or to try and con her to have sex with them. Some had even offered her a huge amount of money to do so. If her father found out, he’d murder them all. But she figured she could keep that information under her hat for now. It might come in handy when she wanted investors for her own business.
As Ben had said, she needed her own job, her own life, and her own place to live. Once she wasn’t living off her father’s money, he had no holds left over her. It made sense. But then, what could she do? School wasn’t her strength and apart from having an eye for fashion she had no particular skills.
Ben said that everyone had a flair for something, they just needed to work out what it was and the eye for fashion was a great place to start. So Monday morning she had an appointment with Ben in his offices downtown to get her started with his celebrity gossip magazine.
Tonight he’d decided to skip the poker night and asked her if she wanted to have dinner with him. Luckily he said he could make it very private so her father never knew and he could get her started with some ideas for Monday. So with her heart beating superfast, Rachel had lined up an alibi with her best friends and headed off to the arranged meeting point.
The night was brisk and windy and Rachel pulled her scarf around her neck tighter. She had about fifteen minutes to walk yet. But she’d at least worn her warm boots and had stockings and a stretchy lace bodysuit underneath her dress. Her jacket was also very warm. So no complaints really.
But this part of the street was pretty dark and spooky. She’d never walked alone before. It made her walk faster and hope Ben was there waiting. As she rounded the corner she saw a pure black sports car in the distance. That must be him. She sped up just a little more. The car began to reverse back to her. Thank God. It was him.
The passenger window was down and Ben smiled out to her. “Jump in. It’s freezing. I have a fire going.”
In the car, Rachel unwound her scarf and unbuttoned her coat. The car was pretty hot inside. “Hi, Ben. Where are we off too? I’m so hungry.”
He smiled. “You look lovely. That blue dress matches your eyes.”
Rachel blushed. Boys her age never bothered with compliments. It was like you owed them a fuck or a blow job just because you were born female and they weren’t. Rachel never gave in too much, but sometimes she just needed to get off.
“Thank you. You look pretty cool yourself.” His slick dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and his dark eyes shone at her approval.
“I’ve had my Chef prepare our meal in my cottage about thirty minutes from here. Not exactly a cottage, but compared to my twenty bedroom mansion it is.” He laughed.
“Fabulous. I love smaller places. They are more intimate.” Rachel realized what she’d said. What she’d inferred and covered her mouth with her hand. He was about to be her boss, she couldn’t be giving him the impression she was easy.
“Don’t worry, Rachel. I know what you mean. I’m not going to take advantage of you.” He pulled out from the curb and drove along the road.
“I say the silliest things sometimes.”
“We all do.”
Along the way they chatted about Ben’s younger days and how he’d become as successful as he was. He’d worked hard and never had time for a relationship or family of his own. Rachel thought he was a good man going to waste but luckily she didn’t blurt that out.
“What about you, Rachel. You’re very attractive. Beautiful even. You have ambition and you’re smart. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.” She beamed that he thought she was smart. “Boys my age, well…they aren’t really into romance, if you know what I mean?”
He laughed. “Oh yeah I do. I used to be that age. It’s more about self-gratification than finding a life partner.”
“That’s one way to put it.” Rachel laughed as well. She loved that Ben really got it. “It’s okay once in a while.”
“Males develop in the brain so much slower than females. You girls know what you want early on. Boys, well, we need a few belts in the head with a plank before we get it. But if you fall in love with a young man, he will get there eventually. ”
“I’m not sure I want to wait.” That was true. Rachel felt a connection with Ben now and maybe she should explore that. He was pretty hot and he’d know how to make a woman cum for real.
He might even outdo her favorite vibrator, or the girly weekends in when they discovered the things that they liked the most with each other. How else would they know? Maybe it was time to put all that into practice. She thought about the last time when Jenny had placed a clothes peg on Rachel’s nipples.
The orgasm was so much stronger. They’d read that online at a light BDSM site. She squeezed her thighs together and tried to stop thinking about sex. This wasn’t the time or the place.
“I’m not so good at waiting myself. I like to take control and get my needs met.”
Rachel looked over at him. He kept his eyes on the road. Was he saying what she thought he was? “Are you into BDSM, Ben?” Why waste time? She wanted him, she always had.
“Jesus. Be careful what you ask, Rachel. A man can only take so much.”
“Once, at a girls sleepover. Jenny put clothes pegs on my nipples. When she licked them it almost made me cum. But it wasn’t until she licked my clit with her soft, hot tongue that I did. But it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
She watched him, and he swallowed hard. Rachel looked down and saw his tented trousers. She never said a word, just unbuttoned, and unzipped and let his erection free. She pumped with her hand for a few strokes then leaned down and put her mouth over him. She’d been told she was the best but she’d never had a cock this fat before.
Ben almost swerved off the road, but the vehicle soon straightened up. Rachel used her smooth and deep action that the boys liked. Ben sighed. “You are a very naughty girl, Rachel. You’ll need to be punished for this. I’ll show you how to suck a grown man’s cock, my lovely.”
Rachel hesitated for a second. Was she doing it right?
“No need to stop. You’re doing an excellent job. But I think I know what you really need. What those boys can’t give you, nor the girls.”
Rachel liked the sound of that, and her panties were s
o moist now, she was looking forward to being fucked by Ben. At least it was before he became her boss, so that was better than after. Just a one-off crazy night of sex with an older man. Perfect.
The car stopped. “We’re here, Rachel. You can stop now.”
Rachel sat up and looked at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“That was unexpected, Rachel.”
She blushed under his dark gaze. “I’m…I’m sorry. I just thought…”
“It wasn’t unwelcome. But you aren’t playing with boys now. I have a certain method and I wonder if you are brave enough to try it my way. Just once. If you don’t like it then we’ll just remain friends and business colleagues.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Let’s go eat and get warmed by the wood fire, and after that I can explain.”
“Sounds good. I’m starving now.”
“Me too.” He smiled at her as if nothing had happened.
Her door opened and a suited young man held her hand while she got out. “Thank you.”
“You can go now, Jason. I’ll serve us dinner. See you at breakfast.”
“Yes, Sir.” He walked off down the road.
“He lives quite near. Very handy. Now let’s get in out of this cold.”
Rachel shivered. “Yes, please.”
Ben let her in the front door and into a small foyer. He took off her coat and hung it on the hook. “Please feel free to take off your boots. I have slippers, or the carpet feels lush underfoot.”
“I won’t take the slippers but I’m wearing stockings, so I’ll have to feel the carpet with my hands.”
He gave her that sexy look again. “I’m sure that can be arranged. Stockings eh? Suspenders?”
“No. The thick lace at the top holds them up.”
“Perfect. Come on, the food smells delicious.”
The aroma of divine curry made her mouth watered. “I love curry. Is it Indian?”
“Smells like it. My favorite as well.”
The meal was the best food she’d ever eaten. Ever. They’d talked business the whole time and Ben had never once made it sexual. Now they sat back in front of the beautiful fire on the sofa. Ben offered her a port. “I’ve never tried it.” Rachel wasn’t a huge fan of alcohol. Seemed to make people crazy.
