His Secret Desire

by Drew Sinclair

  Clayton was watching her intently. Her breast was rising and falling rapidly, agitated by the confusion, the fear and by her unbelievable attraction to the man in front of her.

  "So how do we work this?" She whispered.

  Clayton swallowed hard and exhaled a deep sigh through rounded lips. Although this wasn't his first time, every time it was different and for a reason he couldn't quite identify, this one was surely the most powerful encounter with a 'fantasy girl' of all.

  "Are you sure about this?" He said.

  "Do I have a choice?"

  "Of course you do." He said a little too quickly, as though the idea that he was coercing her in any way was problematic for him. "If I hadn't seen you in that café this morning you would be in the middle of the woods right now and trust me, the cops wouldn’t be far behind. Someone sent them to you tonight and it wasn't me. The only difference is that I've given you the option to be here, under my protection and personal guarantee of safety for as long as you need or want. However, as a guest in my home you need to obey certain basic house rules. At any point you can call time and Angel will see to it that you are re-inserted back into your old life at any point in your getaway that you think you could have made it to while you were here, or even further if you like. But while you are here you need to stick to the rules. That's not coercion, that's giving you an additional option that wasn't available to you before. I'm not forcing you to do anything. So what's it to be? Allow me to reassure myself that I'm safe from you via a simple pat down and electronic sweep? Or is it to be a one way trip back to your old life of fear, darkness and running from enemies you can’t even name?"

  Katy stood up from the bed and began to undo the belt on her bathrobe. She still felt coerced, manipulated, but his words also made sense on some level. She had taken extreme actions to protect herself before; blowing the whistle on her boss, going into the Witness Security Program, leaving the Security Program - being patted down by a GQ model type she had the hots for anyway couldn't compare to any of those, but before she could expose herself Clayton put his hand out to stop her and again his touch to her bare skin was electrifying. Their eyes met and his look had even more charge than his touch. He was forcing her to take full responsibility for her actions, but at the same time he was freeing her of any guilt. That was the subtext he wanted to convey and it suddenly seemed so clear. He wanted to let her off the hook for whatever would happen between them.

  "Sit down." He said. "It doesn’t work quite like that." He stood up and towered over her, his broad chest level with her upturned eyes. "I'll explain everything to you. Please sit down." He put his hands to her shoulders and eased her back onto the edge of the bed.

  Her soft compliance in his hands made him aware of his painful erection again.

  "I need to look into your eyes first."

  "My eyes?"

  "That's right. Tilt your head back a little so the light comes into them." He put a curled index finger under her chin and gently extended her neck a degree or two backwards. Katy couldn't remember when last a man had touched her so gently. Certainly no man had ever given the impression of controlling her so completely.

  "Our corporate IT system suffered a highly sophisticated attack in the last hour. A combination of session hijacking and cross-site scripting. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

  Her head was still tilted back but her eyes met his instantly and told him all he needed to know.

  "I don’t know what you're talking about." She said, but it was bullshit. The techniques were well known to her and her friend Suzy often used them to gather information on clients for her. If they had noticed her snooping then it meant these guys were good, very good, better than the average blue chip corporate security team.

  It also meant that they might successfully track Suzy down and get her best friend mixed up in all this too. She had to shut him down.

  "You must have hundreds of cyber attacks every day. Do you think I'm behind all of them?"

  Clayton watched her eyes, held her gaze until she broke off.

  "This one was different." He said. "But don't worry. We'll track down whoever it was. We always do."

  Katy felt the pit of her stomach tighten.

  "Head back down again." He said and cupped the back of her head to tilt it forwards. She opened her eyes wide and looked up at him. The full force of his gaze filled her vision. He was intent, silent and totally focused as he looked into her eyes. The feeling that came over her was something like love and something a little like wanting to be thrown onto the bed behind her and fucked within an inch of her life.

  Either would do, both would be better.

  "What are you looking for?" She said, noting the slight quaver in her own voice.

  "If you have to ask then it's not there." He said cryptically.

  "Now open your mouth, wide."

  She did so and felt his thumb and forefinger gently steady her chin again.

  "I need to examine your hair now. Stay completely still."

  Katy held her breath as he sat down next her on the edge of the bed. He placed one hand carefully to the back of her head and then began to run his fingers gently and methodically through her damp hair. The first stroke already sent a rill of electricity through her skin, down her neck and into her back. As he continued, unhurried, careful, thorough and complete, the tension began to build. His hands were strong but sensitive, his caresses long and slow. She wasn't sure how much more of it she would be able to bear without gasping, sighing or arching her back to relieve the tingling sensations growing between her legs, spreading outwards through her inner thighs. What other reason could a straight man have for slowly combing out a woman's hair through his fingers other than to make her wet and prepare her to be slowly fucked at his leisure?

  At last he finished and took a deep breath.

  "What was that bit for?" She said breathlessly.

  "Partly to see if you were concealing any devices in that beautiful hair of yours, partly because it felt so damn good."

  She gulped, her eyes widening.

  "What's next?" She said

  "I need to examine your ears, your neck, your throat. You can help by lifting up your hair."

  "Why would I want to make anything easy for you?"

  "True. You certainly haven't done anything without a fight up to now."

  "Sure. It took you all of about eight hours to relieve me of any clothing and get me into your bedroom. How long do they usually put a fight for? Eight minutes?"

  He scooped up her hair and then held it deftly in place with one hand while he steadied her shoulders with the other. Every movement felt expert, as though he had been trained to handle her body and hers only, quite distinctly from that of any other woman in the world. She closed her eyes involuntarily and then waited, thrilling silently to each light touch of his breath on her exposed neck while he examined her ears.

  His mouth, his lips felt so close.

  And then there was the feather light touch of his fingertips against her moist, clean skin. It was unbearably delicious, better by far than the zing of Peaberry Blue Mountain coffee on her empty stomach.

  Slowly and methodically he began to cover ground, passing lightly over the vertebrae at the back of her neck, his finger trailing slowly down into each small indentation and sending ripples of response down through the length of her spine and all the way to her beautifully bare ass. He traced a finger tip either side of her jaw line, passed over her forehead, carefully tracked her hairline, and then softly found his way down to her throat. At the base of her neck he found the perfect rounded dip between her collarbones and then fanned outwards to the point at which her bathrobe blocked him from further progress.

  Katy's heart had begun to beat wildly and she wasn't sure if what she was feeling was the beginning of an orgasm or if she was becoming delirious. Certainly she had become steadily more uncontrollably moist between her legs and she was wearing nothing underneath the robe to hide the f
act.

  "Is this… is this going to go on for much longer?" She said thickly.

  "I'm afraid this is going to go on for as long as it takes. The human body has many hiding places and as you know, my company specializes in nano wearable and nano surveillance technology. Relative to such a device the human body is almost infinite, but still not impossible to examine effectively when you know what you're looking for."

  "I think I'm going to need a break before we continue."

  He stiffened in resistance to the suggestion.

  "You can take a break Ms. Maldon, but then I'll need to start from the beginning again."

  He was looking directly into her eyes, daring her, challenging her to defy him.

  "It's getting very warm in here." She said.

  "In that case, I suggest we proceed to the next phase of your examination."

  "And that would be?"

  "I need to examine you fully. Your entire body. I'll use a scanner first, I have one here." He took out a small handheld device and showed it to her. "But then I'll need to confirm via a full tactile examination. Despite all our advances in technology, still there are some things for which the human touch cannot be substituted; thorough surface examination of the human body is one of them."

  Katy didn't know whether she felt terrified or elated.

  "You can say no to this." He said. "And you can say no to anything at any point during the examination."

  She looked at Clayton again as though that would somehow help her to clear her thoughts.

  He was gorgeous. Impossibly so. She was sure that beautiful women lay awake at night dreaming about this man and his Mediterranean looks, his impeccable style and his incredible confidence and calm. She thought of the cheerleaders and hotties that Angel had spoken about. Nevertheless, to be laid out before him like a slave or a concubine, explored and touched everywhere imaginable at his slow, obsessive pace… was it a fantasy come true or a nightmare?

  "Let's get it over with." She said.

  She hadn't been with a man in over four years. She had even stopped satisfying her own needs some time ago as her forced abstinence slowly, steadily sapped her libido away, but in the last hours it had returned with such incredible force that now she was seriously worried she might come all over this bed while Clayton Hargrave watched, teasing her with barely a fingertip to her skin.

  Angel had been right. His friend and boss was a peculiar man and he clearly wanted to know everything about her, beginning with her body and then working his way inwards.

  She didn't know if she would be able to take it.

  "We will be in complete darkness of course." He said calmly and Katy felt a surge of relief. "I need to touch, not see." He continued." These devices are made to be invisible so visual inspection is not important at this point. Are you ready for this?"

  She nodded.

  "Sure your sure? Angel is still on call."

  "I'm ready."

  "Okay then." He used the hand held scanner to click off the lights and the room was plunged into thick darkness. "Now undo your robe, remove it and then lie back down on the bed."

  This was it. Soon he would be upon her. She was giving her body up to him in exchange for freedom from her enemies and from the police, but wasn't there part of her that wanted this too? Was she just as perverted in her desires as this twisted, ivory tower billionaire?

  She shuffled off the robe and then lay back onto the covers. Darkness or not, she felt her nudity keenly from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes and everything in between.

  "I need you prone first." He said. "Turn over and lie on your front."

  For some reason the request shocked her. She had been ready to lie on her back and wait for him. Lying on her front seemed somehow as though it would leave her even more helpless, more exposed.

  But still she complied.

  It was this or be confronted with Angel's anger; be caressed into unwilling but explosive orgasm by a drop dead gorgeous billionaire or take a ride out to the middle of nowhere with an angry, violent thug.

  You take your pick…

  Katy rolled over and the feeling of helplessness she had anticipated was more than she could have imagined. She felt herself go wet and weak inside.

  "Turn your head to one side." He said, sounding more intense than ever in the darkness. "To it to the left. Put your hands behind your back..Separate your legs slightly."

  She followed his instructions to the letter and instantly felt more open, more exposed than ever. It was as though he were gently fucking her already.

  "Okay." She whispered again. "I'm ready for you."

  "Good. Now lay still. Don’t move, don’t say a word. I need to concentrate."

  Concentrate on not coming in my pants you dirty little bitch. 'I'm ready for you', God damn it. You are going to pay for that little girl.

  Clayton loved the search. This was only the fourth time a beautiful fantasy girl had submitted to him, but then again, this was only the fourth woman he had asked to submit to his request. It was a perfect record. So why the hell did he feel like he was the one being used this time and why the hell did that make him so damn hard and out of control?

  He heard the woman below him take a deep breath and then wait. Stick to the plan. He told himself. Stick to the plan.

  Katy heard him pad around the room as confidently as though the lights were still on. The bed dipped down to her left as he leaned his weight onto it and she heard his breath come closer in the darkness.

  "Just stay still." He repeated. It only took a moment for him to conduct the electronic scan and it was over nearly as soon as it had started. She heard the device fall softly to the bed.

  The anticipation of his impending touch was excruciating and then all of a sudden it was there; the feather light contact of his fingertip to the gooseflesh skin on her back caused her spine arch spine involuntarily, raising her ass sharply upwards from the bed.

  A short gasp escaped her lips.

  His hand then made its leisurely way down along her back, finding every tiny contour of her spine and the soft flesh to either side. Katy felt herself begin to shake, imperceptibly at first but then more with each new inch of her body that he covered with his touch.

  "Stop that." He told her. "I need you to be absolutely still."

  "How can I? It feels like you're… like you're…"

  "Like I'm getting to know you more than you want me to?"

  "God, that's putting it mildly."

  "Just stay still. Do your best."

  He had covered most of her back, her neck, her shoulders and arms. Each time his fingers reached the base of her spine they crept just a fraction to her ass. What would he do when he finally got there? Was he going to skip it entirely? A gentlemanly omission?

  She couldn’t have been more wrong.

  He continued tracing with one light fingertip over every part of her behind, both sides, while she chewed on the bedspread, stifling moans.

  "Stop contracting." He said with apparent calm. "I need to go a little deeper and I need you to relax."

  She unclenched as well as she could and then his fingertips carefully found the base of her pelvic floor, the sensitive area between her pussy and ass. The touch set her on fire - tongues of raw sexuality fired through her and staying still was an absolute torture.

  "Don't move your legs closer together. I need them slightly apart."

  "You're a fucking pervert." She hissed. "This has nothing to do with technology."

  "If I'm the pervert then why are you so wet down here?"

  She bit down on the blanket again and tried to relax as his finger traced higher, softly parting her behind and then running slowly between her quivering cheeks. She arched her back again and moaned.

  "Fuck you." She hissed.

  His finger passed all the way through just lightly passing the bud of her ass and causing her to tip into orgasm as he did so. She choked her response as well as she could. No one, but no one had ever co
me close to making her climax like this before.

  "Okay." He said with a choked voice. "You can relax. I'm going to do your legs now."

  Hours ago having him run his hands the length of her naked legs while she lay face down on his bed would have been unthinkably erotic, but by comparison to what he had just done it felt like a welcome relief; tender caresses, safe and mild.

  "I hope you're not ticklish." He said as he came to her feet.

  "Are you kidding me? After what you just did to me you're concerned about my feet being ticklish?"

  "I'm not concerned. I'm just being polite by letting you know I'm ready for the soles of your pretty little feet now."

  The careless compliment by the man who had just made her come on his bed face down in front of him sent another streak of sensation through her. He wanted her, everything about her seemed to please him and it was exhilarating.

  She felt him straddle her legs and the feeling of him unexpectedly astride her was yet another shock to her impressions. He had controlled her up to now only with words and options that weren't really options, but obviously he was capable of physically restraining her as well. She felt the weight of his rippling, muscular ass come down onto the back of her thighs and the unbreakable grip of his fist around one ankle. He folded her knee towards him, completely immobilizing her foot.

  As his finger tip came into contact with the delicate skin, instead of the tickles she anticipated, the feeling was indescribably sensual. She began to pant heavily into the bedspread while his fingers traced every contour of her foot and then explored in detail, the spaces between each toe. Her back struggled to arch again but with his weight on her legs it was impossible. He took his time, then released her foot and did the same with the other side.

  When his weight finally lifted from her legs she felt exhausted.

  "Mental note." She heard Clayton say. "Ms. Maldon is one of the three percent of women capable of sexual excitement through the soles of her feet."