“You should go home then. I can’t have you here making any more mistakes. I want you to be fully prepared for tonight.”
Carrie nodded once more and walked towards the door. Ashcroft grabbed her as she passed him and pulled her body back against his chest. He pushed her hair aside and carefully nibbled down the side of her neck. “Don’t wear any perfume. I want to smell you. I want to know the moment you are aroused. I want nothing between us. Understand.”
“Yes...” Carrie whispered the words. Ashcroft kissed her neck in response and then released her as abruptly as he had grabbed her. She stumbled slightly and flushed a rosy red. Ashcroft’s chuckle followed her from the room as she fumbled with the lock and escaped out of there.
Reaching her desk she picked up her purse and tried to look important. Reaching for her coat she strode from the room her head held high. She needed to pretend that she was in control. If anyone knew what she had just done with the boss... They would never take her seriously again.
The lift pinged open and Carrie practically ran through the lobby and out into the fresh air. Her emotions were in turmoil as she began to make her way home. Someone familiar caught her eye in a coffee shop window opposite her work. Richard sat inside the window, his hand draped across the hand of a slim pretty blonde. The woman was laughing her long hair flowed around her shoulders.
A stab of hurt lanced through Carrie’s stomach. Richard had been an asshole, but to see him laughing and flirting with another woman. A much slimmer prettier woman made Carrie want to cry. The excitement she had felt as David had teased her in the office faded away. Why bother? She wasn’t attractive enough to keep anyone. David might be flirting with her now, but give him a few days and he would soon see sense. A man as attractive as he was would never want a frump like her.
Tears stung her eyes as she ran down the sidewalk. Flagging a cab she jumped into the backseat. Directions to her apartment were the only thing that stopped her from bursting into tears then and there.
Flinging the money into the front seat she jumped out of the car the hem of her dress ripping up the back in her haste. Mortification ate at her as she struggled to keep her modesty intact in front of the driver. He leered at her as she fought to hold the skirt in place. David still had her panties. If she flashed the driver he would get a full and complete view of her ass.
Draping her coat around her lower half, Carrie shuffled into the building and up the stairs to her apartment. Making it inside the door she collapsed in a heap on the floor and began to cry. Her sobs were loud and pitiful. Tears ran down her face and dripped onto her blouse. If she hadn’t seen Richard she might have felt a little differently.
He had only just left how could he have moved on so quickly? Did he really care so little for her that he would do that? Brushing her hand across her eyes it came away wet. How was she supposed to go to dinner with Ashcroft? He aroused her so much and she wanted him. But there was no way that he wanted her in the same way. Yes she had felt his erection but everyman would have an erection faced with a wet and willing woman bent over their desk.
Shame burned her face as she thought back on her behaviour. How could she have embarrassed herself so much? She should have controlled herself better. And then to give David her panties. What must he think of her?
Carrie held her face in her hands. The sound of her intercom buzzing made her jump. Standing she scrubbed the tears from her face and answered the insistent buzz.
“Package for a Miss C. Grant.” The man’s voice sounded fuzzy through the technology. Carrie swallowed. It seemed Ashcroft wasn’t kidding when he said he would have her clothes messengered over.
“Come in.” Carrie’s voice was brusque as she checked her face in the mirror. Her skin was blotchy and flushed from her tears. She didn’t have time to think about it though. A knock on the door told her that the messenger was outside.
Opening the door she signed for the package and took it inside. The man didn’t give her a second glance. The moment he had her signature he was bounding down the stairs once more.
Carrie carried the package into her bedroom and set it down. It was quite heavy which surprised her. Opening the ribbons and lifting the lid from the black box she stared in bewilderment down at the contents. There was no way she would wear this. It wasn’t in the least bit suitable.
A red lace corset sat on the top of the box. A smaller box contained a pair of black boots in her size. How did he know? Beneath it she discovered was a long leather skirt in black. The skirt had the longest slit Carrie had ever seen running up the length of it. It would leave nothing to the imagination she realised. A note lay at the bottom of the box. It was scrawled neatly in Ashcroft’s handwriting and she recognised it immediately.
“No panties.”
She blushed as she realised just what the skirt would reveal if she didn’t wear any knickers. Shaking her head she undressed and headed into the shower. She would need all the hours between now and seven to prepare.
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Ten to seven and Carrie sat on the edge of her bed in her silk robe. She couldn’t go through with it. She had tried to get the corset on but she couldn’t reach the lacing on the back to tie it up. It was pointless she wasn’t cut out for this type of thing. Anyway, the corset had no sleeves and there was no way that she was going out with her arms exposed.
She hugged herself with one arm as she picked up the wine glass and gulped down the remains of the alcohol. Her first glass had turned into a second and now she was feeling a little unsteady.
The intercom buzzed and panic started to flutter around in her tummy. How could it be time already? It wasn’t possible. She carried the glass with her out into the hall and pressed the intercom button.
“Let me in.” Ashcroft’s voice was sex personified. It whispered over her skin and caused her nipples to harden. Her sex grew wet at the command in his voice and she helpless to disobey him.
Without a word she pressed the button and unlocked the door. A few moments passed and Carrie’s nerves grew to an almost unbearable level. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room. His face was unreadable as he took in her undressed state. Something that Carrie couldn’t quite put her finger on seemed to rise from his skin.
“You’re not ready...”
The question hung in the air between them. The alcohol burned in Carrie’s blood and it made her bold.
“I’m not going.” She lifted her chin defiantly and stared him straight in the eye.
“You’re not coming or you couldn’t do up the corset?” His lips quirked almost imperceptibly.
“I couldn’t close it. But that is not the point... I’m not the type of woman.”
He moved towards her and crushed her against the wall. His body holding her easily in place. He pushed one knee between her legs and pressed her hands above her head. The glass dropped to the floor and shattered. He held her hands with one hand whilst the other loosened her robe.
Excitement curled in her stomach as his blue eyes drank in the sight of her half naked body. He dipped his head to her neck and bit her softly.
“You’re not what sort of woman?”
Carrie’s only response was a moan. His lips nibbled upwards to the edge of her earlobe. His tongue flickered against the sensitive little piece of skin before he moved back down the column of her neck once more. Reaching the tops of her bra covered breasts he ran his tongue along the top of the lace.
Releasing her hands he used his hands to rip the lace bra apart. Her breasts spilled out into his hands and he squeezed and pinched the nipples to life. Carrie moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck.
David’s mouth dipped down to suckle and lap at each nipple in turn. Carrie arched up towards him, allowing him better access to her sensitive body. She burned with desire for him. Her cunt dripped with need and she wanted to feel him bury his cock inside her.
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sp; “Tell me, Carrie, tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not that sort of woman.” His words sent shivers of desire trembling across her body. She wanted this, she wanted him.
He released her and tugged her down the hall to her bedroom. He pulled the robe from her shoulders and left it discarded on the hall floor. Her mind whirled as he pushed the items of clothing from the bed before throwing her down on top of the covers. He unbuckled his trousers and slid them off in one fluid motion. He pulled off his jacket and threw it onto the pile of clothes that covered the floor. His shirt quickly followed.
Carrie attempted to cover her body with her hands. A growl dribbled out from between Ashcroft’s lips as he towered over her. His cock stood tall and proud away from his body. Carrie had never slept with a man who had such a large cock before. Her sex became slick as she thought of what it would feel like to have that enter her.
Ashcroft climbed onto the bed and knelt over her. He gripped her hands and pinned them above her head.
“Most doms need to tie down their submissives. But I don’t need to tie you down, do I, Carrie?” He released her hands and she kept them where he had placed them.
“What did I say about panties?” He tutted as he pulled the lace briefs down over her hips and dumped them over the edge of the bed.
“Are you sure you’re not that kind of woman, Carrie?” Each time he used her name, pleasure rolled through her body.
“I know what kind of woman you are. I know what you want and what you need.” He lowered his body down over hers and drove his cock up into her body.
Carrie cried out as his thick cock penetrated her. He pinned her down, his hands holding hers in place as he began to move inside her. He punctuated each thrust with his words.
“You need this Carrie. You want me to own you. I’m going to make you my bitch. My little submissive slut. You’ll do everything I ask of you. You’ll belong to me and no one else.”
It hit Carrie then. Ashcroft was fucking her but he wasn’t wearing a condom. It had always been Carrie’s biggest fantasy to have a man take her and just cum in her. Pleasure tore through her body as his thrusts grew deeper and he worked his cock further inside her.
Carrie lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist pulling him deeper into her body. He growled against her ear and bit down on her neck. With a cry Carrie came. Her body erupting in the most intense orgasm of her life. It rippled through her cunt. Her pussy clenched and tightened around Ashcroft’s cock milking him.
“I’m going to cum in you, Carrie. I’m going to flood your cunt with my seed. Mark you inside as mine.”
He groaned and threw back his head. His body tensing as his cock spasmed and jerked. Warm thick cum squirted into her pussy, soaking it. Ashcroft jerked and spurted, his thrusts ragged as he came. With one final pulse he filled her with his cream.
His breathing was heavy as he slid from her body and lay on the bed beside her. Carrie stared up at the ceiling. She could feel his cum trickling down from her slit and soaking onto the covers beneath. She had never been taken like that before. Her muscles ached and her neck was tender where Ashcroft had bitten her.
Leaning up on one elbow he looked down at her naked body beside his. He trailed his hand across the span of her slightly rounded tummy.
“You are that sort of woman. My sort of woman, Carrie. I’m going to introduce you to a world you never even knew existed. I need to know that no matter what I ask of you, you’ll trust me and do it. Be mine. My submissive. You’ll never want for anything ever again. I promise you.”
Tears clouded Carrie’s eyes as she nodded her consent. No man had ever wanted to claim her before. Now here was a gorgeous man, one who was way out of her league offering her a place in his bed.
“Good girl.”
Ashcroft slipped from the bed and Carrie sat up. “What... what am I supposed to call you.”
He turned to her with a smile. “In bed and when we’re playing you will call me Master. When it is just the two of us you can call me David.”
Carrie nodded and smiled tentatively. “I’m sorry I ruined your dinner plans.”
An evil grin spread across David’s place. “Ruin them? Not at all. In fact having you full of my cum at the club will be even better.”
“Club?”
“Yes. Private, members only. It’s where some of the richest men go to indulge their fantasies and check out each others submissives. You will be the jewel in the crown.”
David extended his hand towards her and helped Carrie up from the bed. “I’ll help you with your corset.” He pulled her in against his hard body. “Trust me, Carrie.” He whispered the words against my ear making my knees weak.
“I do.” The words trembled out between my lips. I wasn’t sure why but I did trust him. I was the one I didn’t trust. I had let him seduce me so easily. What else was I capable of? The thought of that both thrilled and terrified me. What would I allow at the club? How far would I allow David to go?
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