“Sebastian,” she moaned as he filled her. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to hold him closely to her as he was inside of her. The tease of not being able to use her hands just fueled her arousal. She could not help but struggle against the ropes, but it was futile. Sebastian had tied her well.
Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. They combined together and made with each movement, Sebastian’s body pressed against Anya’s bound breasts and she felt her climax growing. Each time she got close, though, Sebastian would slow down and Anya moaned in frustration. Her arousal grew and grew until finally it erupted, sending waves of pleasure through her.
It was exquisite, the pleasure she felt. Sebastian moved against her, thrusting deep inside of her until he found his own release. He collapsed against Anya and she smiled. “Wow,” she said as Sebastian began untying her. He rubbed her wrists, soothing the rope marks left in her skin.
“Agreed,” he said, his fingers working at the knots at the harness around her breasts. Anya watched him, fascinated by his fingers and by his skill. She saw the marks left by his ropes and she thought that they were beautiful.
“So what are my chances?” Sebastian asked, his hand rubbing Anya’s shoulder.
“Chances?” Anya asked. She was still feeling blissed out and she lay back with her eyes closed.
“Of finding a date,” he responded, a mischievous grin on his face.
Anya shook her head. “Not very good,” she said. “I’m afraid I don’t think any of my clients share your personal proclivities.”
“I was hoping you would say that,” Sebastian said, pressing his lips to Anya. As she kissed him in return, Anya decided that she was very happy about the match she had made.
The Dog Days of Summer
By Sara Leigh
Ally checked her reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. She tucked a few strands of hair back into her bun and mopped her forehead with a small handkerchief she had started carrying around. Lord, it was a steamy summer, she thought to herself, striking several poses to ferret out any imperfections in the mirrors as she rose to the penthouse suite at the very top of the building. She noticed a light spattering of sweat beginning to form across her T-shirt. No one could walk from a taxi to a door in this city without getting drenched in buckets of perspiration. However, Ally was always prepared for anything, especially when she was in this particular elevator. In one fluid motion, she whipped off her sweaty shirt and wriggled into a fresh tank top she’d pulled from her tote. As the numbers climbed higher with the elevator’s ascent, Ally stowed her old shirt in the tote and reapplied lip gloss. This was routine for her, lingering in front of this elevator’s mirrors and making sure she looked flawless for Lawrence—and Winston and Nelson and Borges.
The elevator doors chimed as they slid open and Ally stepped out, checking her backside with a backward glance. At the end of the marble-tiled hall, she took a set of keys out of her tote and opened a heavy door. Immediately, she was beset by three yapping, tail-wagging dogs.
“Oh, my loves!” she exclaimed. “Down, Winston. Borges, you sweet thing. Come here, Nelson. Are you excited to see me?”
“As always.” A voice from across the room made Ally jump and then dissolve into laughter.
“Mr. Price,” she said, giggling and placing a hand over her heart. “You almost scared me to death.”
“Ally, please. It’s Lawrence.” Ally felt a thrill of excitement as he stepped across the room in his expensive tailored suit and jet black hair. “You’re in charge of the three best guys in my life. The least you can do is call me by my given name.”
Ally blushed a little as he got closer and reached down to pet Winston. The scent of Lawrence’s cologne washed over her. How could she call a billionaire by his first name? “I’m sorry,” she said, smiling and nearly swooning as he smiled back. “Do you want me to take the pack anywhere special today?”
“Probably just the park,” Lawrence said, standing up and stretching a little. “Somewhere with grass so they don’t scorch their paws.”
“Of course,” Ally said, reaching into a wicker basket for the leashes.
“If only you could take them somewhere to get them girlfriends.” Lawrence rubbed his hair ruefully. “They’ve humped every surface of this condo. Horny little devils.”
Ally guffawed, bending over to snap the leashes on each dog’s collar. “That they are,” she agreed, ruffling Nelson’s fur.
“Then again, with my work hours, they probably see a lot more tail than I do,” Lawrence mused mischievously, his eyes sparkling wickedly. On cue, Ally blushed. “I hate myself for how easily I can do that to you,” he said. “You’re a good girl, Ally, and I’m a dirty old man.”
Ally wasn’t sure what to say. She had a million things she wanted to—“Kiss me, Lawrence” right there at the top—but she only smiled shyly. “I’ll be back in a few hours,” she said.
“Let me know if you need anything,” Lawrence called as she let herself out.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Ally let out a long breath. She could think of several things she needed from Lawrence. His tall, trim frame, the twinkle in his blue eyes. Was it Ally’s fault that her employer was so attractive?
As she got herself and the dogs safely in the elevator, Ally slipped into a familiar fantasy. It was harder not to.
In this one, Lawrence called her to his office to collect her pay. The room was dark, only lit by a single desk lamp. His eyes glittered in the dark.
“Thank you,” she said, taking the check he held out to her. Her eyes widened when she saw the amount made out on the check. “Wait—there must be some mistake. I haven’t done anything to earn extra.”
“You’re about to,” Lawrence said, chuckling darkly. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto his lap. She gasped as his stiff erection prodded her backside. “You see what you do to me?” Lawrence murmured in her ear, biting and licking at her neck. He pushed her off his lap, bending her over across his mahogany desk. “Have you been a bad girl?”
“Not until now,” Ally replied, panting with arousal. “I’ve wanted you so bad, Lawrence.”
He pulled her shorts and panties down and spanked her. The sting of his hand against her cheeks made her blush and get instantly wet. “What a sweet ass. Do you like that?” he asked roughly, hefting her cheeks and shoving her into a sprawl across the desk.
“I do, I do,” Ally moaned, hyper aware of the smooth wood beneath her body and her naked buttocks presented to Lawrence like a sexual offering. “Please, take me. God, I want it so bad.” Ally craned her neck to look over her shoulder and saw Lawrence grinning and unfastening his pants.
“All you have to do is say please,” he said, his hard cock standing out almost angrily from his body. He squeezed her buttocks, then spanked her again.
Ally cried out. “Please!” she sobbed. Lawrence wasted no time and shoved his thick dick into her. Ally made strangled cries at being filled so suddenly. Her hands scrabbled against the wood of the desk, looking for something to hold on to. Behind her, Lawrence started to pump in and out of her.
“You did want it bad, didn’t you?” he teased. “Your pussy is practically dripping wet.” Ally heard him smack his lips as he drove into her. Her early discomfort had faded and now she knew only pleasure. His cock stroked her G-spot over and over and she shuddered, keening. Lawrence leaned forward and held her hands fast against the wood. She thrilled at having every option taken away. He was completely in charge, and the only thing she could do was enjoy the ride. His thrusts became more frenzied, and Ally reached the brink of bliss.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna —“ Ally couldn’t get the words out. Lawrence grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. The combination of pain and utter pleasure sent Ally into a blinding orgasm. She choked out screams, driving herself back against Lawrence, impaling herself on his shaft.
“Are you coming?” he asked needlessly, groaning as he exploded into her depths. His s
eed made everything feel slippery. “Are you coming?” he repeated.
“Yes,” Ally whispered, her eyes closed against the desk.
“Miss, are you coming?”
Ally’s eyes popped open, jerking her back into reality. The elevator had halted and the doorman stood just outside them, looking at her with concern. “Yes, I’m so sorry,” Ally said, hurrying past him, the dogs trotting in front of her.
She was a little surprised to find herself still breathing hard as she followed the dogs up the sidewalk. Ally had to admit that Lawrence was her number one fantasy, but that last one in the elevator was intense. She practically felt the intensity of her orgasm, his hands in her hair. She was glad to get to the park and into some shade. The heat hadn’t abated, and her clothes were soaked through with sweat.
Under the tall trees, Ally felt a little better. The dogs sniffed and rolled in the cool grass. The more that Ally thought about it, the more attracted she was to her employer. Was there the slightest chance he could return her affections? Despite being busy managing his money, he always took the time to flirt with her when she came to pick up the dogs. That meant something, right? If he didn’t care a thing about her, she wouldn’t see him every day as soon as she let herself in.
Ally pictured herself coming on to him—another common fantasy—and wondered if he would accept or rebuff her affections. The worst thing that could happen would be if he turned her down. Well, he could fire her, she thought. That would definitely be the worst thing. She’d never see him again. In spite of the risks, Ally felt that she should make a move as soon as possible. Her fantasies about him were building, threatening to drive her insane with desire. To have her passions become a reality would be amazing. Ally didn’t think she could live with herself unless she tried.
After the dogs wore themselves out, Ally turned the pack back toward Lawrence’s condo and began to walk. Was she really going to try to seduce a billionaire? She would rather try and fail than not try and continue to live in a fantasy. Ally craved the real thing, the Lawrence who made her feel so good in her mind, to pleasure her physically. Standing outside his condo door, the dogs jumping and panting in their excitement to get home, Ally steeled herself. She let them into the condo and removed the leashes, replacing them in the wicker basket. The dogs darted into the next room, and Ally soon heard the sounds of them playing with their many toys they scattered throughout the condo.
“Did you have a good walk?” Ally shuddered at the smooth voice behind her. Lawrence seemed to get a kick out of sneaking up on her. She turned and smiled at him.
“It was good,” she replied, stepping a little closer to Lawrence. “It’s still hot out there. No one knows when the heat wave’s going to break.”
“It’ll break when it breaks,” Lawrence said. “No one can control the weather. We can only grin and bear it.” He looked Ally up and down, taking in her appearance. “You weren’t lying about it being hot, were you,” he observed. “You’re soaking wet.”
“Yes, I am,” Ally nearly whispered, and boldly leaned in to kiss Lawrence softly on the cheek. When she tried to back away, he captured her by encircling her gently with his arms.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you kiss me and get away with it, did you?” he murmured, and bent down to kiss her chastely on the mouth. Arousal crept up Ally’s spine and pooled in her chest. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had wanted it to happen, but her fantasy as reality was almost like a dream. Ally deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth. Lawrence returned the attentions, massaging her own tongue with his, tickling and teasing, before he broke the kiss. “Let me take you somewhere to get you out of these wet clothes,” he said, rubbing her back through her damp shirt.
“I’d like that,” Ally said. She let Lawrence lead her to the bathroom. He stood behind her as they locked eyes in the mirror. Ally slowly removed her tank top and shorts, standing in front of her employer in nothing but her bra and panties. Lawrence reached for a washcloth and wet it in the sink. Slowly and deliberately, he squeezed the cold water over her skin. Ally shivered and panted at the sensation of refreshing rivulets coursing down her arms and belly, cooling her overheated body. Eager to feel the sensation on every inch of her skin, Ally unclasped her bra and slipped it off. Watching Lawrence’s reflection to gauge his reaction, she gingerly stepped out of her panties. Nude in front of the subject of her desire, arousal blossomed in between Ally’s thighs.
Lawrence ran water over the washcloth again and dabbed the back of Ally’s neck. She sighed as the water ran down her back and dripped from her buttocks. Lawrence reached around front, wiping the soaking cloth beneath the hot skin under her breasts. Ally’s nipples hardened to two nubs, standing out in sharp relief from her chest. She wasn’t sure if it was from the cold water or how aroused she was. When Lawrence moved the cloth farther down her body, past her heaving stomach, Ally leaned back until her head rested on his shoulder. She gave a low moan as he washed her most private parts sensually, the coolness of the cloth warring with the hot waves of pleasure emanating from Ally’s opening.
Lawrence tossed the washcloth into the sink and scooped Ally up into his arms. She was still breathing hard from his ministrations. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” Lawrence said, kissing Ally as he carried her down the hall. She had actually never had any reason to be in his bedroom before now. It was sumptuously decorated with rich paintings hanging from the walls and a thick carpet covering the floor.
Lawrence lowered Ally to the bed and stepped back. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted this.” He began to unbutton his shirt, never taking his eyes off of her.
Ally laughed incredulously. “How long you’ve wanted this?” she asked, sitting up. “I’ve been attracted to you since the first day I came for the dogs.”
Lawrence laughed. “Why did we both wait so long?” he asked, pushing down his pants and standing completely naked in front of her. Ally dragged her eyes over his body. It was better than in her fantasies. His lean muscles accented his tall frame perfectly. Her eyes widened at the size of his arousal. Lawrence grinned and joined Ally on the bed. “Let’s not wait one second more,” he said, holding her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.
Ally sighed as Lawrence laid her down, tracing the hills and valleys of her body. She whimpered as he palmed a breast, gently kneading it in a way that sent warm pulses of pleasure throughout her body. He stroked her skin, kissed it, and massaged it until Ally practically glowed with desire.
Lawrence was so different from her most recent fantasy. He wasn’t rough at all. Instead, his caresses were thoughtful, almost worshipful, seeking to only make her feel good. Lawrence trailed kisses down her front until he reached the damp curls between her legs. His tongue was as gentle and thorough as his attentions with the washcloth in the bathroom. Ally arched her back as he explored her most intimate folds, gasping as he discovered places only she was used to touching. His soft lips complemented hers, working her to a breathless precipice before he withdrew.
Lawrence laughed at her pout and kissed her. She could taste herself on his mouth, which turned her on even more. “I don’t want it to be over too soon,” he explained, smoothing his hands over her shoulders and kissing her on the forehead. “I wish we could stay like this for days.”
“Who says we can’t?” Ally demanded, running her hands down his muscular front.
“The dogs, for one,” Lawrence teased, suckling at her neck and throat. “My business, also. We’ll probably have to eat sometime, too.”
Ally smiled. “I have something I can eat,” she said, pushing Lawrence to recline on the bed. He put his hands behind his head and raised his eyebrows at her comically. She settled between his legs and swallowed him whole. Lawrence gave a long groan, grabbing at one of the pillows behind him.
Ally licked and sucked, wanting to make sure he knew how much she adored him. His member grew even harder under
her careful mouth. Grasping his shaft with one hand and swirling her tongue over the tip, Ally was rewarded by the exquisite sounds she drove from Lawrence’s mouth. He suddenly stopped her, halting his pleasure by holding her head.
“I want you to get on top of me,” he said, his chest heaving. “I want to see you in all your glory.” Ally clambered over Lawrence’s body, leaning forward to nuzzle his neck. He ghosted his hands up and down Ally’s buttocks and the backs of her thighs, giving her goose bumps. He slipped a finger into her depths, coaxing her to become even wetter. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
“I’ve been ready,” Ally breathed, positioning herself over his tip. She tortured them both briefly, dipping and shallowly for a few moments before she could take it no longer. Ally eased down, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at the slow invasion. Lawrence grasped both of her thighs, steadying her.
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