by Penny Wylder
"My tongue has many uses, all of which I'm willing to demonstrate." I'm watching her as I say it to see her reaction, and I see the pupils in her eyes dilate, and I see her breath hitch. That's something she's definitely interested in. We're staring at each other now, and I know what I'm imagining—I'm imagining her eyes dilating again as I sink deep inside her, and I'm thinking about making her keep her eyes open and on me. What I don't know, is what's going on behind her eyes. I'm dying to know. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing," she coughs, "I'm not thinking anything."
"Liar."
"What about you?" She asks, "Where are you from."
"That side-step was about a mile wide, but I'll let it go. I'm from the Southwest. Arizona."
She's drawing shapes on the table with the condensation from her glass, "Must be cold for you up here."
"A little, but I like it. New York is a great city."
She shrugs, "I don't think I've been here long enough to really love it."
"Do I need to make a list of things for you to try? Things that aren't on the typical tourist list?"
"I would actually really love that." She says, "And maybe you can show me some of them yourself...if we're going to do this."
I lean closer to her, "You seem scared."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Because this doesn't happen. This kind of thing has 'cautionary tale' written all over it."
I grab both of her hands and twine my fingers through hers. "If people made decisions based on that, no one would ever do anything."
She doesn't say anything, instead she's staring at our hands.
"Alyssa, I like you. Why not do this?"
"And if it doesn't work?"
I pull her hands towards me until her body follows and our faces are close together. "Then it doesn't work. But I think that you're calling that play a little early."
I wait for her answer, and I can see her thinking. "Okay."
I smile. "Good."
"Do we need rules?"
I pause, running my thumbs across the back of her hand. "For what."
"For..." She lowers her voice, and a blush appears on her face, "For when you're telling me what to do. I've read these books, and whenever those people play they have rules in case one of them has to stop, or there's an emergency. I just thought it might be a good idea—"
"Alyssa." She stops, "It's okay. It is a good idea. You don't have to be embarrassed."
"Sorry."
"And you don't have to apologize. You want to know the truth? When I said I hadn't had any long term relationships, it's true. But I had short ones, and they all fell apart because they didn't want that. I had given up finding someone that I was attracted to who wanted to..."
"Obey you?"
I make a face, "I'm not sure I like the way that sounds, but I love the way it feels."
"Me too. Like I said, I wasn't actually expecting that." She laughs. "So I'm nervous. We can both be nervous."
I start taking even breaths, because there's a situation brewing in my pants, and I don't want to take her across the table. Well, I do, but I don't think the diner management would appreciate it. "Rules are good. Especially starting when we don't know each other so well. How about this. Rule 1: We can always revisit the rules."
She smiles, "I like that."
"Rule 2: Within the context of sex, you will follow all of my commands."
"Rule 2a: Provided that those commands don't compromise me personally or professionally."
I nod. "Rule 2b: If you choose not to follow a command, appropriate punishment will be given."
Her eyes darken, and I see the possibilities spinning around in her eyes. "You would punish me?"
"I would love to punish you."
She shivers, and she moves her hands up to my forearms, gripping them like she needs an anchor. "Rule 3: If either person needs to stop, they will say the word—"
"Milkshake?" I can't help myself.
She grins, "Milkshake it is."
A man approaches our table, "I'm sorry. We're about to close, can I get you your check?"
I glance up, and notice that the diner is entirely empty except for us. The older man standing in front of us must be the manager. "I'm so sorry. Of course."
He winks at me as he lays down our receipt, and I have to smile. He knows we were so wrapped up in each other that we didn't notice the diner empty. I leave a big tip. I think I have a new place to eat, if only because whenever I eat here I'm going to think about sex with a delicious brunette.
On the sidewalk, I hail a cab for Alyssa.
"I can take the subway."
"It's late, and I'd rather you took a cab all the way across town. Besides, taking a cab is much easier."
"True."
A yellow cab stops by the curb, but before Alyssa can step into it I pull her to me. I wrap my arms around her so we're touching from head to toe, and I kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm, and still have the faint taste of ice cream. I don't fight the reaction of my body—I want her to know exactly how hard she makes me. I feel her hands curl around my neck and I love every second of her surrender.
It's another minute before I force myself to pull away. I press my lips against her ear so the words are only for her. "If you don't leave now I'm taking you to my apartment and I'm going to taste every inch of you."
Her mouth opens like she's going to say something but nothing comes out, and I'm staring at her lips which are red from my kiss. Another second and I'm going to kiss her again. She's like a magnet. I pull out her underwear and hand them to her. "As promised, your incentive."
The cab driver honks his horn, and we both jump. She opens the door and gets inside, her eyes never leaving my face. "I'll see you in the morning." I say.
And then she's gone.
I let out a long, slow breath. I've never felt like this before.
I may be in serious trouble.
Chapter 9.
Alyssa
I'm exhausted, and it's all Charles' fault. You don't just say something like that to someone and then send them on their way. I was awake half the night reliving what happened in his office, the other half thinking about all the possibilities.
Charles walks in from the elevator, and I immediately turn bright red. He grins like he knows exactly what I was thinking, and I resist the urge to make a face. I also resist the urge to go kiss him. "Good morning, Sir."
He raises an eyebrow. "Sir?"
"You were right. Calling you Mr. Saxon now feels weird, and I think people might notice if I started calling you by your first name."
"If you're comfortable with it, it's fine with me." He leans over the desk, "I have plans for you today, Miss Harrington. I would like it if you would report to my office at exactly five o'clock. Be prepared to stay late."
"Yes, Sir." My whole body is tingling, and there's a nervous anticipation in my stomach, and this is going to be the longest day of my life.
The rest of the day moves by in fits and starts, one moment everything seems normal and the next I remember that what's happening at the end of the day. I have the urge to open Tantalize and write the fantasies that are forming in my head, but there's no point. I'm going to be living them in just a few hours. My body is a constant state of awareness and arousal. It's maddening and I only hope that Charles is feeling it too.
Our rules run through my head over and over, and I have to stop and breathe through the knowledge and desire that comes with them, and also the shame of wanting it. I shouldn't want to let someone tell me what to do, right?
But it feels so good to let go.
Another minute ticks by. This is going way too slowly.
I go to the kitchen to get a cup of water, and find Jennifer there doing the same. Perfect. "Alyssa, hi." She says, too enthusiastically. "How's the job treating you?"
"Uh...good. It's been great so far actually." Fantastic. Mind-blowing. Toe-curling.
She nods, "Awesome. How is Charles?
Did you setting boundaries with him work?"
"Definitely. He hasn't done anything to make me feel uncomfortable." I say the last bit with a bit of a smile, covering my annoyance at her, now that I know she regularly tries to seduce Charles.
"I'm really glad that worked out for you." She says, "Girl power!" She throws her fist in the air like a cheerleader.
Wow.
"Listen," She tosses her paper cup in the trash can. "Maybe sometime we could get coffee and to know each other a little better? I know it's hard to find friends in this city, and it's always good to know people at work."
I can't argue with her sentiment, but I doubt her motives. Regardless, I smile. "Sure. That would be great."
"I'll email you to set something up." She says on the way out of the kitchen. "Have a good rest of the day!"
"You have no idea." I say under my breath.
When I get back to my desk only ten minutes have passed. Two hours to go.
***
At five of five I'm so nervous I feel like I'm about to throw up. People are leaving the office, and I smile at them as they go. Soon it's going to be just us.
4:59.
I feel like the changing the old saying to 'The watched clock never changes.' It's sixty seconds of terror and longing.
5:00.
I take a breath. Another one. Then I get up and go into Charles' office. I shut the door behind me, and lock it. "I'm glad you're on time." He says.
"I'd been watching the clock all day."
He smiles at me in way that promises wicked things. "I hoped you would."
We stare at each other for a long moment. I finally ask. "We're in rule number two situation here, right?"
"Yes we are," he says, "and I want you completely naked."
Heat rushes into my body and suddenly my heart is in my throat. He watches me, waiting. Rule 2b floats into my head, and I know that he won't hesitate. Even if I am curious about what punishing me might mean, I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
I step out of my shoes, and remove my pants. My shirt is next, and I'm acutely aware of his eyes on my body. I add my bra to the pile, and my panties are last. I'm naked. He's staring at me and I feel utterly vulnerable. I resist the urge to cover myself with my hands.
"Come here."
I walk around the desk to him, and he stands. I'm not sure why I didn't realize until this moment how much taller than me he is. He takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes. His fingers move from my nipples to my rib cage, barely touching my skin and making me shiver. "You are so beautiful." He keeps his hands moving over me, up and down until I'm drowning in sensation. "My turn." He says, "Undress me."
He's already taken off his shoes, and I can see his erection straining through his pants. I admit, I'm dying to see every bit of him. I unbutton his shirt and shove it off his shoulders. His t-shirt follows suit. I'm too impatient to take my time with him.
His chest is perfect, softly defined and smooth. I reach to touch his stomach, and he catches my hand. "Later." He nods downward.
I blush, knowing what is underneath. I undo his belt, and I have to kneel to get his pants all the way off. Then it's just his underwear, and then there's nothing. He pulls me off my knees. "Believe me, I can't wait to be inside your mouth. But not tonight. Get on the desk."
I look at his desk and realize it's been rearranged. Things have been moved, and his desk—which was already huge—seems larger. "You realize that we're about to become a total cliché by having sex on your desk?"
"Do you care?"
"No."
"Good." He says, "Now, I have something for you." He opens a drawer and pulls out a scarf, and my heart starts to beat faster. I'm not ready to be tied up I don't think. "I would like to blindfold you." He says. "Do you need to use rule number three?"
I think. Do I trust him with this? Yes. A blindfold can be removed. "No, I'm okay."
He turns me and wraps the scarf around my eyes. I close my eyes so they're bound shut and I won't be tempted to cheat. Of course I'll be tempted to cheat, but this way I won't.
"You can talk, you know." I feel the knot become firm, "I'm not making you take a vow of silence just because you're submitting to me."
My pussy clenches in response to his words. It knows what it wants even if my head isn't sure. Like it heard the word submitting and screamed 'yes, this is what I want!' "I'm not sure what to say."
"Just talk to me."
I reach out in my blindness and his hand grabs mine. He leads it to his chest, and I love how solid he is. "Everything in my body wants to submit." I say, the words somehow easier when I can't see his face, "But my mind is telling me I'm crazy for wanting this. Show me I'm wrong."
"Yes Ma'am." I hear the smile in his voice, and it's a big one. "And that's the last order you get to give tonight, do you understand?" His voice grows stern again.
Now it's my turn to smile. "Yes, Sir."
His hands are on my hips then, leading me to the desk, lifting me onto it like I weigh nothing. "Lie back and open your legs." I bite my lips as I do what he asks, blushing at the mental image of just how exposed I am. "I've thought about having you spread open for me, and it is so much better than I imagined."
His hands touch my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples and rolling them just to the edge of pain only to release them again. My back arches off the desk, I moan. I don't care about being loud now, there's no one in the office to hear me.
Warmth touches my stomach, his mouth open and tongue roaming. "Oh god." He's tasting me just like he said he would. I feel myself get wetter, if that's even possible at this point. He laughs against my skin, but he doesn't stop. Instead he moves, licking down my stomach. I'm breathing like I've run a marathon, and he hasn't even really touched me yet.
A kiss flutters against my right thigh. Then the other one. A brush of tongue on the mound above my pussy. A gentle bite on my right thigh again, closer. Then the left. He alternates back and forth, getting closer each time. Lips, teeth, tongue, until he's so close, and I'm straining for him to touch me there. My hips rise off the desk and a hand moves to my stomach holds them down.
Heat floods my entire body. He's going to take his time, and there's nothing I can do to make it go faster. My whole body tenses, with the anticipation. I can feel his breath across my pussy. His mouth is right there, and my hips have a mind of their own trying to reach him. He doesn't let them.
Instead, the lightest touch of a kiss on my nether lips, and I gasp. The barest flick of a tongue across my clit. A nip to the left, a kiss to the right, a sweep of the tongue down. Never the same place in a row, each a deeper sensation than the last. He grazes his teeth on my clit, and my whole body shudders. There are sounds coming from me that I've never heard before. I'm on the edge, but he's holding me there, not letting me go over.
Finally, a strong stroke of the tongue from bottom to top, swirling my clit and every touch is a starburst of pleasure. His mouth seals over my clit, and he sucks deeply. I go over the edge, and I see my own constellation of stars. My hands are in his hair, and he doesn't stop. His tongue is everywhere, licking and curling, and plunging deep into my pussy over and over again.
Both his hands lock around my hips and he lifts them off the desk, pulling me deeper against his mouth while he fucks me with his tongue. He moves from inside me to the outside and back, sucking and pulling and plunging. The second orgasm is slower, pulled from deep inside me like a wave. I rise slowly, and he knows. He has to know. He's slowing down, inching from one place to the next. "Please." I say, and that's all it takes. He licks into me again, deeper than I knew he could and the wave crests. My whole body feels bathed in this pleasure. I want it to last forever just like this.
He lowers my hips back onto the desk. His mouth is still on me, bringing me down from pleasure with gentle breaths and kisses. Then his mouth is gone, and it seems strange that it's not there. His hands find mine and he pulls me upright. His hands wind their way up my body, across my breasts and
to my shoulders. He curves his fingers around the back of my neck and then I feel his lips on mine.
His tongue asks a question and I answer. I can taste myself on his lips and the deviant nature of that hits me in the gut and I'm suddenly wet again.
The blindfold if pulled off and the light streams into my eyes, blinding. The sun is setting over the city and the office is fiery. Charles is standing in front of me, and I take the moment to look at him. I trace the lines from his collarbones down across his chest through the valley of his abs and arrive at his very erect cock. He's holding the scarf that was the blindfold, and he's looking at me oddly. Almost expectantly. "Give me your hands please, Alyssa."
My stomach drops. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that, Sir."
"I know it's a step. Your hands will be in front of you, and I'm not going to make it so you can't escape if you need to," he flashes me that wicked grin, "This time. Do you trust me enough to try it?"
I take a breath easier. Yes, I can try it. I can get free. "Yes."
I hold out my hands, and he takes a step closer while winding the blue fabric around my wrists. "If this is too much for you, there is rule three."
I look up at him, and I can tell he's telling the truth: he will stop if I ask him too. The feeling settles in my gut. I don't want him to stop. "No." I say. The scarf is knotted so loosely around my hands, it's practically a joke. "And this I can handle."
He grins as he sheathes himself in a condom, then he takes my hands and places them around his neck. The scarf tightens, and now my hands are locked to his shoulders. "How about now?" He asks. He doesn't give me a chance to respond, pushing my legs opening and slipping inside me.
I'm so sensitive, I can't help the moan that comes out. He lifts my legs up and I wrap them around his waist so I'm completely tangled in him. The edge of the desk is digging into my ass and I don't care. "This time I don't want you to close your eyes."
"Can I blink?" The words are out before I can stop them, and he laughs. The vibrations moving through me everywhere we're touching. Everywhere. "Yes, you can blink."
"Good."
He kisses me and I keep them open, locking eyes with him and daring him to be the one to blink first. He starts to move inside me, rocking me back into the desk. Each movements sets sparks off across my already sensitized body. He groans into my mouth, and his pace quickens. It isn't gentle, it's fierce. He stops kissing my mouth and moves to my neck, sucking on my skin as he plunges into me.
