‘I’m not laughing at you,’ he assured her. ‘Just imagining my dick shattering in my pants. You’ve got me hard, Elise, and, see, this is the part where you come into the equation. You either give me ten great reasons why I should go fuck myself and stomp off in a huff. Or…’
Her eyes grew wider and a pale hand fluttered to her throat as if to stop the words from coming. ‘Or?’ It came out on a breathless whisper that was like silk on his skin.
Ah! He had her.
‘Or you give me the green light and we have a very special night. Together. With me in control.’
He watched for her reaction. He had to make sure she understood that part. None of this sharing the reins. Not with this one. With this one he wanted no holds barred. No confusion of power. He wanted her but only if he could have all of her. Mind, body and soul. Total control. He would not tamp down his nature. Not with Elise. With Elise, he wanted the wolf in him to have its night to howl.
Nothing. She was barely breathing. Jon was pleased, though. She hadn’t slapped him. She wasn’t lecturing him on decorum and manners while showing off that body in those deceptively modest clothes. She was just standing there. Staring. He stared right back.
Jon surveyed the room. They were positioned behind a potted palm that shielded them from the view of everyone else. He grabbed her free hand, gave it a squeeze and placed it over the tented fly of his tux pants. ‘See, Elise. I told you. Ready to snap off. All because of you and those whisky eyes.’
He waited. She didn’t jerk away, didn’t start wailing like a siren; she didn’t do anything. She left her hand there and eventually her eyes found his. Wide and scared and slightly unfocused but she met his gaze. ‘What do I have to do?’
He took the chance and pushed her hand against him harder; felt himself jump in response. A low keening issued from her throat and he thought he might bend her over the potted palm right there. It was the sound of an animal in heat. Desperate. Hungry. Ready. He couldn’t contain his smile. ‘Just whatever I say. Think you can handle that?’
A nod. Then, surprisingly, a gentle squeeze of her delicate hand. He felt himself swell and stifled a groan that would have matched hers. Damn. He hadn’t counted on that. ‘Don’t do that again,’ he growled. ‘I didn’t tell you to, so don’t do it. If and when I tell you to pleasure me, that will be the time to comply. Clear?’ Even to his own ears his voice sounded like sand and broken glass. Slightly ugly. All control.
Another nod that caused that sexy mess of hair to shift and sway. The light from the chandeliers accenting the colours of honey and wheat in the strands.
‘Now who’s that?’ He pointed across the room and in the same moment removed her hand from his crotch. She reached for him blindly for a moment before hearing the low growl in his throat and controlling herself. Now that he had her, she was eager to go. Pleasing, but she had to learn his ways first.
‘Him?’ She indicated a short, thin weasely man with a nod of her head.
‘That’s right. Who is he?’
‘Jackson Beckner. He’s a small-time guy who thinks he runs the show.’ She said this in a soft slow voice. He wondered if her brain had caught up with her mouth yet. Did she realize what she had just signed on for?
‘He seems to have a fascination with your ass,’ Jon laughed.
Another sweeping blush stained her cheeks and she nodded. ‘That he does. Not necessarily me in particular. Any female behind will do.’
Jon shook his head. ‘You’re wrong about that, sweetheart. I’m sure he’ll reach for any piece of ass if he thinks he can get away with it. But you, Elise, are special to him. He’s definitely hot for you.’
She shrugged and he watched her ample breasts shake beneath the tight sheath of her dress. Nipples still hard, pulse still jumping. Jon had to take a deep breath. Slow himself down. What good would it do to slam her against the wall and fuck her senseless? It would satisfy his physical needs, sure. Not the other needs, though. Not the need to have her bend to his will and do as he pleased: no matter what.
‘Come here,’ he sighed into her ear and pulled her into the alcove that held yet another gigantic potted palm. Without preamble or apology, he slid his hands beneath her skirt and hooked his fingers in the silly little side straps of her panties. And she opened to him, just like that. She opened her thighs and moved her cunt forward to him with a sigh.
‘That’s not it, sweetheart,’ he whispered in her ear and heard her half cry, half mewl in the ambient light. ‘These are what I’m after.’ He pulled the panties down her generous thighs, down past her calves and urged her to lift her heels one at a time as he peeled them off. ‘Now go over there and shake that ass in front of that slimy little fuck.’
This time the arguments found their way past her lips. ‘But…why. I thought you…I thought we -’
‘Oh, we will,’ he assured her. ‘Only after you do as I say, though. Trust me or forget it.’ He touched her chin gently but firmly as it started to tremble. Just enough that you would notice if you were paying attention. ‘Go.’
God help him, she did.
She went over and feigned looking over the offerings on the buffet. Jon watched Beckner’s eyes on her. The predatory gleam. The oily aura the man gave off. He grabbed his cock through his trousers, giving it one good, strong stroke before letting it go. No time for that. He’d get to the good stuff soon enough.
She bent forward, amazingly enough, reaching for the crudités platter. Ample ass high and rounded, presented right before the wolfish gaze of Jackson Beckner. As he watched, the man cast a glance around the party, and judging it safe, reached out to palm her ass as she scoped the food. Across the room, Elise’s gaze found his, what now?
He nodded and smiled, moving forward. Feeling the urge to run across the room and throttle the man or break his face with several well thrown punches. His girlish bone structure would be no match for Jon’s large, heavy hands and the strength that lay within them. He took a deep breath and sauntered up to the buffet, making sure that the three of them were the only ones there, the only ones paying attention.
‘I think these are yours,’ he said to Elise as her face went from raspberry to plum. She stayed straight and tall, though. No shrinking violet routine. No nervous laughter or hysterical fleeing of the scene. She regarded him coolly, ignoring the flood of colour and heat in her pale face.
‘They are,’ she whispered as the other man blinked owlishly.
‘Now how can we be sure about that?’ he asked, pinning her with his gaze. He allowed his eyes to roam and tack on to the other man who now looked like he wasn’t sure whether he should run or fight. He had managed to cop a feel, after all. She hadn’t slapped him or shouted or even threatened him. Should he fight this man for the tiny morsel he had won?
‘You could put them on me to make sure they fit,’ she suggested. It was so low that no one else would have even been sure she had spoken. But Beckner knew. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Then, wisely, he turned on the heels of his cheap dress shoes and fled.
‘Let’s do that,’ he said taking her arm, tucking the panties into his jacket pocket. He took a moment to trace the deep swell of her cleavage even as it rose and fell with her hurried breathing. ‘Let’s find the coat room, Elise. Point the way. You rule this roost.’
‘Here?’ she nearly squealed, then steadied herself. ‘I thought you meant…off site. Maybe a hotel room. Your house. My house. But here?’
‘Take it or leave it,’ he said, reminding her of his rules. Of her agreement.
‘Take this left,’ she promptly replied. He took her arm and pulled her closer to his side. And she stayed, snuggled in actually, a relaxed and somewhat relieved sigh coming from behind those perfect lips. He could nearly read her thoughts. Wasn’t this nice to not have to be in control? Responsible? His hand found her ass and he gave a possessive squeeze. His. For tonight. Maybe longer. But his.
Everyone was at the party. The coat room wasn’t occupied and J
on pushed her forward into the near dark with just enough force to rush the blood through his veins, heightening the anticipation of taking her and making her his.
‘On your knees, Elise. Right here is fine.’
Without hesitation, she dropped to those perfectly white, dimpled knees and folded her arms behind her back without being told. Wow. She was good. Had she done this before? he wondered. Not likely but you never can tell. Just submissive by nature perhaps, but oh so very good at hiding it from the world.
He lowered his zipper slowly, making sure she could hear the metallic growl in the near perfect silence of the deserted room. ‘Open that pretty mouth, Elise. I want you to suck my cock and I don’t want you to do anything unless I tell you to. That includes breathe. I’ll tell you how deep, when to touch me, when to breathe. All of it.’
No words. She simply parted her lips after licking them slowly, unconsciously. He felt another growl swell through this throat and without thinking thrust between those petal pink lips. Sank in hard and deep without giving her time to adjust or relax. But she took every inch without flinching. Without a sound.
He fucked her mouth, working her harder, keeping a steely grip on both his desire and resolve. He would not come. They had too many other things to do.
He waited until her knuckles were white, her hands clenched into little fists. ‘Breath, Elise.’ And she did. Sucking in a great amount of air but never releasing him, never pulling back. She simply inhaled deeply, like a swimmer breaking the water’s surface, and then played her gently pink tongue along his length.
Jon sank his hands into that hair. It made him crazy. The messy, tawny pile of silk that swayed with every move she made. Forcing himself against her mouth, raking his flesh along her teeth, he took her hard. Curious and amazed by how well she was handling this. ‘Touch me now,’ he commanded and she did, cradling his balls, playing them over her fingers. He had to focus or this could be the end. ‘Breathe.’ Anther gulp of air and she was back for more. He felt himself go rigid and grunted against the will of his very eager member, ‘Stop.’
She froze. Delicate fingers still on his sac, mouth wrapped around his dick in a way that just looking at it made him skate that razor’s edge of release. He pulled out of her mouth and she didn’t move. She didn’t close her lips or sit back or say a word. She waited.
‘Stand up, Elise.’ He extended a hand which she accepted. She moved gracefully from her place on the floor as if she were being presented to royalty instead of being interrupted in the middle of blowing a virtual stranger. ‘Back behind the coats.’
He pushed her hands against the wall, pinning her hips flush against it, too. He knelt behind her, taking a none too gentle bite on one firm ass cheek. She whimpered but otherwise remained silent. He slid his hands down the backs of her thighs, ran his thumbs along the sensitive skin behind her knees and circled her tiny ankles with his fingers. ‘Don’t move,’ he said quietly. His voice was nearly threatening and he knew it. In response she gave an involuntary shiver but stayed still. ‘At all,’ he finished. Just so she knew. Understood the rules.
As slowly as he could manage, he ran his hands back up her legs, dragging the soft cashmere in their wake. He bared her. Her panties were still in his jacket pocket, so, bare of the black fabric, she was completely bare and spread before him. He watched her skin pebble with goose bumps under his breath. He ran his tongue along the sweet crack of her ass, stroking the spot where her butt met her thighs. She sighed but managed to stay still. Her stance denoted someone struggling to control their movements – their instincts. Taking his hands, he pushed her knees further apart so she was spread wide, her legs planted firmly atop her ridiculously high heels. ‘You’re gorgeous, Elise,’ he breathed, running his fingers along the wet seam of her cunt. He let two fingers take the plunge into her velvety heat and she bucked. Just the tiniest bit but she did. He could tell she had fought it and lost. Ah well, a lesson to be learned though.
‘You moved, Elise. That’s a no-no.’ He removed his fingers and she made a sound that was nearly a sob. ‘Now you have to wait.’ He grabbed her hips and spun her to face him. The colour was high on her cheeks and the slightest sheen of perspiration dotted her forehead. Eyes wild, hair wilder, she begged him with her eyes but said not a word. ‘You want me in you, right?’
She nodded.
‘Any part of me will do right now. My cock,’ he grabbed himself and ran the head along her crux of her thigh. Her eyes rolled back for just a moment and he saw the war beneath her skin. She wanted to respond to his touch but didn’t dare. ‘Or my fingers,’ he cooed, enjoying playing with her now. ‘Or even my tongue, I suspect.’ He traced her lips with the tip of his tongue while his fingers found the tangle of curls at the vee of her thighs. ‘Say you’re sorry,’ he said, twisting the curls around his fingers, yanking just enough to make her gasp.
‘I’m sorry,’ she moaned. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘I bet you are,’ he laughed. To reward her for her sorrow, he flicked her clit with a fingertip, tracing a circle along the high hardened nub. ‘But not for long. You’re new, Elise, so I’ll take pity.’
‘Thank you.’
‘My pleasure. And yours, soon enough.’ He captured her nipple between his teeth. Still sheathed in cashmere, he nipped her hard enough so that her eyes flew open and she squeaked.
‘Good girl. Again, no complaint. You play well, Elise.’
She nodded, staring only briefly into his eyes. She bowed her head and he saw tears shimmering just along her lower lashes. Taking her wrists in his hand he pinned her hands behind her back and bit her again. She stayed steady, not flinching from him, not rushing forward to meet him. He hummed his approval and felt her heart jumping just below her breasts.
As a reward he plunged his fingers back in, sinking deep, curling them gently to find her G spot and stroking her there. She groaned against his neck but held her movements in check. She was learning. He sank to his knees, keeping his fingers busy and employed his tongue to her clit. Not gently but fiercely. He could feel her, pressing her back against the wall to keep from jerking against his mouth and tongue. Again he hummed his approval and the sensation must have pleased her because she shuddered against him, her channel jerking around his fingers and clenching him tight.
‘Hello?’ came a voice and he froze. Elise stayed pinned to the wall, breathing in deep stuttering breaths, eyes wide and haunted. Someone was at the door of the coat room. ‘Don’t move,’ he warned, fingers still lost in her depths. ‘Not a muscle.’
‘Anyone back here?’ It was a man. He heard the man talk to someone else and a female answered. The half door squeaked on its hinges as the man entered. Jon rose, fingers still inside Elise and stood in front of her, his chest crushing her breasts, his head shielding her face from view.
The coats were moved along the rack, hangers jangling on the metal rod.
‘What coat did you wear, mother?’ A mumbled answer. ‘Ah, here it is. The fox. Very good. Now where’s my brown wool overcoat?’
The hangers continued their jingly song as the coats danced along the rack getting closer and closer to Jon and Elise. Unfortunately, they parted and Jon stared into a startled, elderly face he didn’t know.
‘Sorry. Just some business,’ Jon said, with a charming smile. The bulk of his body shielded Elise’s face from view. ‘The brown wool is down that way, I believe,’ he said with a jerk of his head toward the opposite end. ‘Help yourself.’ Then he pulled the line of coats closed again as he heard the older man scurry to claim his coat and leave.
Elise stayed still, her head bowed. His fingers were still embedded in her slick entrance. Again it looked as if tears would threaten but she held it together. Her breathing was slower, more controlled.
‘I’m impressed,’ he murmured, lowering a kiss to her lips finally. She tasted like woman and mystery and him. ‘You deserve a reward, Elise,’ he said.
She shuddered in response. Not sure if she should speak, she
remained silent. He didn’t miss it, though, when her pulse started to jerk and jump at the base of her throat.
‘Turn around again and spread your legs. Wide.’
She complied and when he pinned her hands at the small of her back with his own she sighed. ‘That’s a good girl. Push your ass out for me. As far as you can. There you go,’ he grunted, running the head of his cock along her slick entrance, playing with her just a little. Truth be told, he was all out of play. He just wanted to sink into that perfect cunt and watch her jerk and tremble around him. Listen to her come. She’d scream. The quiet ones were always the screamers.
He didn’t hesitate once he was slick with her moisture. He simply pushed into her. One long, hard stroke that took him home in an instant. Her fingers curled within his grasp and for the first time she growled long and low. He felt his pulse jump at the primitive sound of her relishing his penetration. She didn’t push against him, though, kudos for that. She simply took what he offered and he made sure to offer it all. He thrust into her, each stroke high and hard as she made little desperate sounds. Taking one hand from hers, he stroked her clit, plucking it hard and then soothing with circles and swirls that made her gasp like she was drowning. ‘That’s it. You’re a good student, Elise,’ he said, keeping tabs on his own impending orgasm. Not long now. She was so wet and tight. So eager and good. She had done better than most first timers. It made him want to know what else she could do. What else she could learn.
‘I think I need a new Senior Administrative Assistant,’ he said, forcing into her, bucking against the willing flesh of her ass. She cried out softly as he tweaked her clit between his forefinger and thumb. ‘I think I’ve found her. You’ll be in charge of me, of course. Basically run my life. Unless of course, I tell you that I have a task for you. If I have a task for you, will you know what I mean?’
Thrust, push, pound. He drove into her, working her with now slick fingers, biting briskly where her fragile throat met her slender shoulder. She bowed against him as her cunt tightened along his cock, feeling as if it could blissfully tear him in two. ‘That you’re in charge?’ It whooshed out of her as she tipped over the edge into another orgasm. A cry tore from her throat that made him waver along the border of his own release. Not yet.
Five Minute Fantasies 3 Page 13
