Cake Love: All Things Payne

by Elizabeth Lynx

  I wrap my lips around his tip and push down, hollowing out my cheeks for suction on the return. As my mouth moves back up his cock I can hear him groan and his finger wiggle its way into my ass. There is a slight burning but nothing painful. As he enters me Henrik uses his thumb to rub my clit, keeping me stimulated as he pushes inside.

  I try my best to concentrate on his cock but once he is fully inside me he wiggles his finger a bit and the feeling is incredible. I moan over his cock and start to push back into his hand.

  "I knew you would like this Sweetcakes. But you have to keep sucking me or I'm going to lose it."

  I turn my gaze at him as I release his dick with a pop. His lids are drooping but his teeth are clenched.

  "I...uh...I don't know if I can suck you like this. I can't concentrate."

  He removes his fingers and scrambles off the bed. Henrik opens a side table drawer and fumbles around in frustration. After a minute he escapes into the bathroom. I hear running water for a minute and then he runs out with a pack of condoms in his hand. In only a moment he rips one open and rolls it over his steely cock.

  "Stay on your knees; I'm going to fuck you from behind."

  His words are so simple, raw and demanding, God I love them. I can feel the bed dip as he crawls on and a moment later the enticing sensation of his tip plays with my swollen lips. It slides over my pussy and up to my butt and back down before driving inside.

  Once Henrik is encased I sigh and he grabs my hips to hold me in place. It's overwhelming and I feel full but oh so aroused.

  "Oh Morgana you are so tight, fuck this is exquisite."

  He slowly pulls out to his tip before thrusting in again at a quicker pace. I try to even up the motion by pushing back, but his hands grip my hips to stop their movement.

  I swing my head around to see his eyes glued to my ass.

  "Do I get a say in how I get fucked?" My voice is rough but there is a moan at the end. His eyes flicker up to mine and a cocky grin appears.

  "Of course Sweetcakes. Would you like one or two fingers up the ass while I fuck your tight pussy?"

  Fuck him. Fuck me. Oh God he is too good to stay mad at. I raise my hand and put one finger in the air.

  "Wise choice, I don't think you are ready for two just yet."

  His hand moves free of my hip to curl around my ass cheek. Slowing his pace that only recently had picked up tempo; he pulls almost completely out of me. As his finger wiggles into my ass I feel the tender ache that slowly gives way to a pulsating bliss as I start to relax my muscles. His other hand finds my clit and starts to massage. I begin to moan as the ecstasy surges deep in my core.

  Henrik’s hand falls away from my clit as he picks up the pace, thrusting his cock back inside. Alternating between his cock and pushing his finger back inside me, and as he increases his pace so does the pressure of my release.

  "Sweetcakes, touch your clit I know you’re close. It's hard for me to reach around you."

  I extend back with one wobbly arm now holding me up, and start to pinch my clit. After a few seconds the damn breaks free and I am falling so hard and so fast. I scream Henrik's name and feel my body shake as my arm gives way and I face plant onto the bed.

  A moment later Henrik's stills then slowly ungulates into me groaning out my name, "Morgana! Oh fuck, Morgana."

  Before I have time to pass out I feel him pulling out of me and grabbing my body to turn me around. He falls on top of me, catching himself before he crushes me and pushes his lips onto mine.

  As if we didn't just have wild, energy draining sex his mouth attacks me. Pushing open my thighs he wraps my legs around him as we make out. My senses are just coming back to me as his tongue glides along my lips firmly trying to gain access. I whimper as his teeth nibble my lips and his fingers dig into my thighs.

  After a few minutes he raises his head as his eyes gaze down at me. We are both panting and my head swirls with lust, happiness, and exhaustion.

  "You did it wrong," my voice sounds weak and breathy.

  Completely ignoring my comment he rolls to the side and scoots off the bed to walk into the bathroom. I hear water running and a minute later he returns with a damp cloth. Pushing my legs open he takes his time to gently clean me. After he tosses the rag to the ground, he curls himself beside me. He leans on his elbow and watches his hand fondle my tit, working to make my nipple erect (with much success).

  "What do you mean I did it wrong? It seemed to me I did it quite right."

  Henrik's eyebrow rises as he tears his attention away from my breast to look at me.

  "We had sex and then we made out. It's usually the other way around, you kiss and then have sex." My fingers start to trace the curving lines of his arm tat, edging a long thin scar. His head dips to my neck as he nuzzles me with kisses.

  I have to say I like this side of Payne. He is sweet and cuddly. Not that I don't like the raw, hot sex side of him either, but I could sometimes do without the stick up his ass side of Henrik.

  "I don't kiss before sex, only after; I told you that a while ago."

  I snort and start to laugh as he lifts his head to look at me with a serious expression. Yeah, I forgot about that. He doesn't want to get emotionally close to someone so he thinks if he doesn't kiss before an orgasm feelings won't get hurt when he walks away. Obviously he learned that mating ritual from the back of a bubble gum wrapper.

  "Yeah, I forgot. Silly me. Here I was thinking you were over that inane logic considering all we have been through."

  "I have rules Morgana. I never kiss on the lips before sex or at least before orgasm. Well, except for that one time with you, but I was stressed and things just got carried away." His finger traces my frowning mouth and he leans in to kiss the corner.

  "So kissing is a stress reliever huh? Good to know. I still think it's stupid."

  He's spooning me now and slipping his hand under my arm to cup my boob. During sex it was all about my ass, now it's all about my tits; this man can't seem to make up his mind.

  "It keeps me from getting close to a woman. A relationship with a woman can only complicate matters."

  "Uh, too late on that Henrik. Our relationship is already one complicated mess."

  He groans and rolls away from me.

  Wow, I guess someone got his heart stomped on at some point. I need to work on him. Yeah, it's disappointing what he just told me. I fall into the 'woman' category he speaks of and therefore, he doesn't want to get close to me either. But (isn't there always a but) humans change and grow. Thirty-four seems too young for a man to be set in his ways. I'll just have to think of a few things to do that can help him relax and enjoy life again.

  "So, what was her name?" I don't dance around subjects.

  He stills and pulls his arm away so he is no longer touching any part of me.

  "I don’t know what you’re talking about Morgana."

  I roll over and watch him stare at the unmoving ceiling fan, his hands clasped beneath his head.

  "Yes, you do Henrik. Obviously some terrible she-beast ripped your heart out years ago and you now refuse to get close to any woman for fear it might happen again. I don't have to be Sigmund Freud to figure that out."

  He turns his head and his eyes squint. There it is, the mask coming back out. I have hit upon something and it's going to take all my powers to get it out of him. Usually my powers consist of offering chocolate or wine, but I think I need something stronger with Henrik. Perhaps a little T&A will work on him. I know it's a low blow, but never underestimate the power of seduction. Women have used it for thousands of years. I'm just using my God given talents. Don’t judge me!

  "That isn't any of your business."

  "Oh I beg to differ Mr. Payne. I see you five days a week, and now I have seen and felt the most intimate parts of your body. Not only that, but I let you do things to me that I never let any man do. So, finding out the name of a woman who broke your heart a long time ago isn't too much to ask."

  His eyes
are slits now and I can see the muscle twitch in his jaw. Henrik is getting up and starting to get dressed.

  "I'm not answering your questions Ms. Drake. I need to leave to take care of some matters before the trip this evening. Feel free to eat the lunch out in the dining room."

  He is tugging down his sweater as he walks to the door before turning to me.

  "I expect you to be gone when I return. We will discuss the trip on the plane later. It's been fun." Henrik walks out and shuts the door behind him.

  Mother fucker! I ask him one little touchy question and he bails on me. Can he ever not be a total asshole? Maybe that's why he's so fascinated by them.

  I get dressed in the amazing clothes he bought me and eat his decadent food, and yeah I enjoyed it but you better believe I only had two pieces of the chocolate cake when I really wanted three. He thinks he can tempt me with cake, well he's right but I will eat it with a scowl on my face.

  Chapter 7

  Payne's Rule One: Know the Company and Its People

  FOUR MONTHS AGO

  She is tapping her foot and, my God, if it's not the most irritating thing on Earth. The woman is hot. Tall, long blonde hair currently pulled back into a tight bun with a lean figure, but sweet tits. And if I am going to be honest here, she has a perky ass too. Despite how I watch her ass bounce as she walks away from time to time, the woman can make Gandhi come back from the dead just to kill her.

  "Yes Bechmann? What? You couldn't find anyone else to annoy so you sought me out?" I refuse to look up from my cell phone, I’m busy checking our latest feature of the Mimir app which is supposed to make it easier for people to purchase products, but I have yet to see the convenience.

  "Your final interviewee is here, Payne. She's the last one we got since you scared everyone else off. I am warning you that if you don't choose an assistant soon you will be getting Grace the receptionist for the foreseeable future. You know how she has been begging for this job."

  My head shoots up and I know Evaleen Bechmann, Witch of HR...oh I mean Bitch of HR, saw the flash of horror on my face. Not Grace. Anyone but Grace. She has a crush on me. Not a sweet, she is young and innocent crush. No, a stalker crush. The kind where I know one day I will walk into this office and find raven haired Barbie heads littering my desk with heart glitter scattered everywhere.

  I've already dealt with a crazy assistant who couldn't take no for an answer last year. I'm not dealing with another loony-toon.

  "Fine, send the woman in. Do I even have her resume?"

  "It's in your email Payne. I forwarded it to you an hour ago."

  She turns and clicks her heels as she walks out of my office. After watching her perky ass bounce leaving through the door, I open the email and quickly peruse the resume. It's rather remarkable. I’m especially impressed that she was working for the Dean at the University of Chicago. Most of the applicants we have gotten worked for executives at very small companies, but helping a man that oversees a major University lets me know she can handle the stress of a lot to do all at once.

  I get what I need from the resume and turn my attention back to my phone when I hear a knock.

  "Enter," I yell but notice a glitch in the application, so I don't look up as she comes inside.

  "Mr. Payne, this is Morgana Drake, she is interviewing to be your assistant," Evaleen meticulously states.

  Enthralled with the app I lift my arm and point to the chair for Ms. Drake to sit. After a few moments my head rises and I am struck by what can only be described as the most beautiful woman in the world sitting across from me. Her curves accentuated by her low cut green blouse, tight gray blazer, and very short matching skirt. This woman has a body Marilyn Monroe would be jealous of.

  While Ms. Bechmann dresses sleek and a little conservative, this woman, Morgana Drake, looks like sex in a mini almost bordering on slutty. I like it!

  Her long red hair, large rounded hazel eyes, and pouty lips are screaming at me, 'Fuck me!" and I am listening. Actually my dick is listening as it has decided to reach for her under the desk.

  After drinking in her curves I notice that Ms. Drake seems to be on edge as she is gritting her teeth and her hands are gripping the chair. Does she know how turned on I am right now? Oh no, I don’t want another sexual harassment lawsuit—which was bullshit by the way. If anything I should have sued my former assistant for harassment, not the other way around. She was just pissed I kept turning her down.

  "Are you alright Ms. Drake?" She doesn't look good. I am unfamiliar with the usual coloring of her face, but I don't think green is normal.

  Getting up I walk over to her chair and manage to catch her before she falls out of it. Jesus, she fainted. In a way that's good as she can't see the tent in my pants.

  I bring her to the couch and lay her down just as she wakes.

  "Cheesecake," she mumbles looking around in confusion.

  "You fainted Ms. Drake. Perhaps we should reschedule the interview until you are feeling better?"

  I smile at her like a goof. Like a freaking goof! I never smile or at least try not to. I don't want people to think I'm soft so they can take advantage of me.

  "No!" Ms. Darke grabs my lapels, fisting them in her hands with wide eyes. She shoots up and rubs her forehead.

  "It's alright Ms. Drake, I'll just ask..."

  I try to get up from my knees but she seizes my arms pulling me toward her.

  "I'm fine Mr. Payne. Fine, fine, finey, fine fine! There is no way I could be finer."

  She bolts up from the couch, using me as leverage and causing me to tumble back into the cushions. Ms. Drakes wobbles back to the tan chair and sits staring at my empty seat on the other side of the desk with a crazy smile on her face.

  Okay.

  I make my way back to my chair and begin to question her. Trying to keep my eyes on anything than her, I look at my computer, phone, and make up reasons to answer phone calls. When my eyes fall upon her smooth skin or mesmerizing eyes I just want to reach across the desk and rub my dick all over her. Is that inappropriate? Probably.

  Ms. Drake answers the questions flawlessly and I begin to realize something. That even though I want to bend her over my desk and fuck her until her words become incoherent, this woman is more than smart, she can handle a stressful situation as if nothing is out of the ordinary. In other words she is perfect to be my assistant.

  I also realize that I will have to shake her hand at the end of this interview. Therein lies a problem. My cock wants to touch her very badly, all of her, especially the pink glistening parts of her. But my brain is warning me that if I do touch her it will malfunction, thereby causing Captain Cock (yeah, that's his name) to take over.

  So I do the only logical thing I can do, I pick up a folder from my desk to hide the bulge in my crotch and leave the room. It may be rude of me to not end the interview properly or even talk to her, but you have to understand there is great power in Captain Cock. He is a bit of a bully and I don't want Ms. Drake to be scared away. I need her to be my assistant, not just because I want to see her gorgeous body every day, but because I can't have Grace as my assistant.

  Making my way to Evaleen's office I ask her to print out the email I just sent her. While I was interviewing Ms. Drake I wrote up the offer letter and sent it to Ms. Bechmann.

  "I need you to give this to Ms. Drake and tell her the interview is over," I explain to Evaleen as I bend over her desk signing the letter.

  "Wait. You just left her in there? She doesn't even know it's over?"

  Ms. Bechmann snatches the paper away from me and puts it in an envelope while glaring at me. We have a mutual dislike of one another. I'm not what you call likable. Most people fear me. If someone can't put forth the effort to do a good job then I really don't want to know them. I'm not about to sugar coat things due to their delicate nature.

  Despite my dislike of Evaleen I do respect her. She is a very hard worker and knows what she is doing. With that said, I can see why she doesn't like m
e at this moment. Leaving someone who is interviewing for the company high and dry is a pretty shitty thing to do. But I don't really want to explain why I did that.

  "Yes I left her. No she doesn't know it's over. Just give her the damn envelope Bechmann!"

  I shuffle out of her office and straight into the bathroom to help my dick relieve the tension. It may be highly improper to bash the bishop at work, but I'm just not going to be able to concentrate until I do.

  Chapter 8

  Payne's Rule Two: Don't do anything that might negatively affect the company

  ONE MONTH LATER

  "Here's the thing. Ugh, I can't believe I am even telling you this, but I feel you won't judge me and I need that right now."

  I stare blankly at the worn stuffed unicorn sitting on the office desk.

  "I want to fuck her. No, no that came out all wrong. I want to...fuck her, like shove my dick up in it and watch her eyes roll back from my awesomeness. There I said it. Whew, it does feel good to get things off my chest. Perhaps I should get a therapist."

  Leaning back in the uncomfortable lightly padded black leather and steel chair I glance back at the clock wondering where the doctor or, for that matter, Tiffany is.

  Looking back at the shabby plush toy I shake my head.

  "I know. I know I really shouldn't have fingered her… twice. Technically not much happened the first time as I passed out. But, God I can't help it, have you seen Morgana? She's like a real live Jessica Rabbit. What man wouldn't want to hit that?"

  I get up and pace the room that reeks of sterilizing chemicals and popcorn.

  "Jesus, what is wrong with me? First I get drunk at the holiday party and make a move on her, and then I follow it up a few weeks later on her desk. I'm a monster!"

  Glancing at the unicorn I can sense its pity for me.

  "Look what I've become. One woman and I lose control. See, this is why I don't date. Women are nothing but trouble. That may sound a bit old fashioned, but in my experience it's true. I don't mind having a regular friendship with them, like what I have with Tiffany, but anything more and everything falls apart. I've worked too damn hard for this job; I'm not going to jeopardize it over her luscious ass. It really is spectacular. You should see it when she's wearing..."