Cake Love: All Things Payne

by Elizabeth Lynx

  Staring at Morgana I want to tell her how I feel. My body needs to curl up next to her on that chair which looks like it belongs in my dead Grandmother’s basement and not a five star hotel. Perhaps it’s the scotch talking, but I want to hear her heartbeat in my ear and just sniff her like a dog in heat. Yeah, it’s the alcohol talking.

  Heading over to her I kneel directly in front of Morgana. Pushing open her legs I scoot closer and brush my hands along her thighs.

  "I don't beg Morgana. But I will apologize for my crass words tonight."

  I lean into the inner part of her mid-thigh and give a little kiss. She inhales deeply and I return the favor to her other leg.

  "Apology accepted. You’re drunk, so I understand the verbal diarrhea. But it doesn't mean anything is happening tonight. You have been drinking and I don't want to take advantage of you."

  My lips curl into her silky skin as my teeth give a little bite. She jolts and then shudders as a tiny squeak escapes her lips.

  "But I like it when you take advantage of me. To make up for not answering your question yesterday how about this, for every question you ask me and I answer, I am allowed to spend thirty seconds fucking you with my tongue."

  Her tongue darts across her robust lip as a moan escapes her mouth. The woman can easily be swayed. Put a slice of cake in front of her or my tongue, and she caves. She won't admit it but Morgana loves when I tell her what I plan on doing to her.

  My thumb creeps inside her slick folds and moves back and forth in a mild rhythm. I smile as I notice she never put back on her panties from the plane ride. Her mouth falls open as her eyes darken for me. She is perfect like this. I have been attracted to other women before but Morgana has them dissolve before my eyes.

  I pull my thumb away and bring it to her lips. Her tongue darts out guiding it inside and it's the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Me and her combined in her mouth, drinking in our heat. I can't stop myself when I bring my lips to meet hers. Removing my thumb I grasp her chin to tilt her head to meet me. My mouth overtakes her and I am savage in my need. Synapses are exploding and the more my tongue dances with hers the more it craves. Her mouth tastes of honey and lemons. That sweetness combines with the heady scent of her and I know I'm drunk again.

  My lips move to her neck to sample more as my hands dig into her thighs causing her to moan from the pain.

  "You kissed me before my orgasm. Why the change?" Her voice is husky as I feel the vibration in her neck.

  I pull away and look at her half hooded eyes.

  "Fuck that rule. That rule gets in the way of being with you. I only want to be with you Morgana. I want to taste you and tease you. I want to hear you laugh and then make you moan. I want to fuck you and then cradle you in my arms. But most of all, I just want to be near you."

  Her eyes go wide and a hint of a smile manipulates her lips.

  "I believe that answer earned you a full minute Henrik."

  My hands push her knees wide so she is spread before me. She is teasing me with her fingernail. Her head falls to the side as her finger sends shivers up my arm as she traces a path along my wrist.

  Watching her and having gotten to know her these many months I realize this woman is made for me. Why did I fight it for so long? My cock twitches to remind me that I need to get to work.

  I lower myself and bring my lips to the apex of her thighs. She is soaked and my tongue darts out to take a taste. Her legs start to come together but I push them back. Focusing my attention back on her sex, I lick at the soft walls of her entrance.

  Taking my time with my tongue I delicately trace around her clit and notice her starting to push into me. I can't help but smile as I tease her. Morgana groans and tries to push my finger over her stiff nub. I straighten and grab her hand placing it on the arm rest.

  "Times up," I announce trying hard not to laugh as I watch the irritation play in her eyes.

  "Oh...uh...how did you get those scars?" The question tumbles out of her mouth and for a moment I am shocked. I've forgotten about them and realize no one has seen me without a shirt on in over a year, until her. It's not something I talk about.

  Morgana must see the surprise in my eyes as she sits up and cradles my neck with her hand.

  "It's alright; you don't have to talk about it. I promise you can still go down on me for as long as you want without answering the question."

  Brushing my lips over her mouth I push further with a long, slow kiss. When I pull back I can see more than just lust in her gaze.

  "I'll tell you later. Let me finish what I started first."

  I bring my forehead to hers and we still for a moment as I try to memorize this moment. She is mine. I can't let her go, not even for a job. If I lose my position with Mimir for this, then so be it.

  I kiss her forehead and breathe her in before I pull back to gaze upon the woman of my dreams. My head dips to her thighs and I give a small kiss to her knees before looking back up at her.

  "Each tremble you make Morgana is for me. When you moan and your body twitches from my touch it is just your body's release of the intense pleasure I give you."

  As my tongue returns to her drenched lips she moans and her back bows as my fingers move inside her. My eyes flick up to watch Morgana’s head fall back. Her scent fills me and I can’t seem to get enough of her. I groan as she trembles and her fingers curl into my hair pulling me closer.

  “Henrik,” she whimpers as she raises her head and I notice her eyes are almost black from her dilated pupils. My touch becomes more urgent as she begins to ungulate toward me. Time isn't needed with her as her release is quick but powerful. I slow down my movements and watch her head fall back as she pulses around my fingers; her desire running down my hand.

  Her dazed expression when she lifts her head causes me to smile.

  "Please fuck me Henrik," Morgana begs and I always long to hear her mutter those words, but tonight we need our sleep.

  "Not tonight Sweetcakes. Tonight was to make up for the lousy shit I have been. Maybe tomorrow we can play."

  She lazily grins at me and I take her hand in mine and kiss her palm, willing Captain Cock to give me a break just for tonight. I help her to her feet and undress her. We curl up in the soft white linen bed and I do what I should have done yesterday afternoon, spoon her until we are fast asleep.

  Chapter 11

  Payne's Rule Five: There are always answers to every question, find them

  We have been in London several days and depart tomorrow, but the major issue of distribution has yet to be solved. Our final meeting of the day has just wrapped up and all the people left in the small mundane conference room are the Mimir brothers, Morgana, Evaleen (which I still can't figure out why she is here), Kara, and John. The British team has left to get to another meeting across town.

  "It doesn't make sense. It's as if not just the EU government, but especially the British government, doesn't want any foreign business on their soil," Jacob Mimir bellows out with his baritone voice.

  Edgar may be my best friend, but Jacob has always been the big brother I never had. There is no other man on Earth that I look up to the way I admire him. When my family died he made sure I came to his house on holidays and every weekend for dinner so I have a 'family' to visit. When my previous assistant (the bitch who will remain nameless) accused me of sexual harassment, Danni, Jacob's wife of ten years, refused to take no for an answer when she asked me to stay with them until it all blew over.

  So, if this has Jacob dumbfounded you better believe that everyone in this room is just as confused and worried. If we can't have a distribution center in Europe and Great Britain, then a third of our profit for the entire company will go down the drain. This is the stuff that not only cements job loss, but has the potential to destroy us.

  "I've been discussing this with our lawyer, Mr. Hatter, and the British solicitor here, and they can't find anything that might help," Evaleen points out. I narrow my gaze at her. She lifts her middle finger to
scratch her nose and looks at me. That's it; I'm calling a spade a spade.

  "Can I just ask why Ms. Bechmann is here on this trip? Last I’d checked she is the head of HR. Are we hiring someone that I don't know about?"

  I glance around the table. Jacob looks equally confused while Edgar's eyes widen and he glances over at Evaleen. They share a look and I suddenly get it. They are doing it. Holy shit balls, they are making the monkey sex.

  I am so going to call this out. Wait, wait, I can't do that. Shit! I finally have something on Evaleen and I can't even use it against her. Ugh, this is maddening, like an itch in the middle of my back.

  Let me explain, Evaleen was nice enough to forge some paperwork for me to get Morgana hired again when I got her fired back in the winter. Morgana has no idea this happened. In fact no one found out about how Evaleen walked in on Morgana and I about to have sex on my desk. Ms. Bechmann lied to the Mimir brothers and told them there was a possible leak of sensitive information that came from my desk. She didn't specify that leak was actually coming from my penis...ba da dum! Well, I thought that was funny.

  She said we had to be put on leave without pay until an investigation could be made. So I owe her big time and it looks like this is payback.

  I bring my finger to my temple and tap it. I flick my eyes between the both of them and mouth, "I know" to her. Evaleen covers her face and bows her head. Ha! I got her.

  "Yeah, why are you here Ms. Bechmann? I'm a little curious myself." Jacob turns his attention to her.

  Shit. Well looks like I better clean up her mess.

  "I'm sorry Jacob, I forgot that Ms. Bechmann came along to help coordinate with HR here regarding individuals working in both locations and their taxation."

  Jacob nods his head, providentially cutting me off before I ran out of buzzwords.

  "Oh, okay. Let's dismiss for the evening as we all have a long flight back tomorrow. I find if I step away from a problem for a bit, a solution usually presents itself. I hope that is the case here."

  We get up and make our way out and I slide up along Evaleen.

  "Ms. Bechmann, there is something different about you today. It's as if you are glowing and I mean that in a non-sexual harassment sort of way."

  I wink at her as she huffs. “I might say the same about you, Payne. This whole week you have been practically dancing with good humor. It seems London agrees with you.”

  Most of the group keeps giving us odd looks. Pleasantries are not our usual form of conversation, especially to each other.

  I lean in so only Evaleen can hear, “We are square.”

  "Fine," she mumbles as we file into the elevator. It's packed and lucky for me Morgana is pushed back into me. Captain Cock starts to salute her ass and I bring my mouth to her ear. Closing my eyes I breathe her in.

  "I'm going to fuck you tonight. First you will feast on my cock while strapped to the bed, and then I have a little surprise that I think you will enjoy," I whisper in her ear while opening my eyes back up.

  She visibly shivers when I stand straight as my dick twitches, as if giving me a high five.

  Morgana winks at me while entering her room. As I enter mine I pull the adjoining door ajar and notice her adjoining door is still closed as I remove my jacket and tie.

  I wait and wait but she never appears. Finally I knock on her adjoining door out of vexation. She opens and is standing there in nothing but her glasses. I don't know which I love more, the fact that she is naked or that she keeps those fucking sexy ass glasses on.

  "Finally, I thought you would never show," she states matter of fact and then turns. Her ass cheeks bounce as she makes her way back to her baby blue covered bed and sits on the edge.

  "Why haven't you come over?" I refuse to move from my spot despite my dick begging to be near her.

  She spreads her legs open and I watch awestruck as she takes her hand and dips it down into her pussy; her other hand kneading her breast. Morgana starts to moan and I can see her fingers begin to glisten.

  Watching her is like witnessing art being made. She is hypnotically erotic while radiating beauty. I quickly remove my clothes never peeling my eyes from her.

  As I move to stand in front of her holding the base of my cock her eyes lock onto my firm member as she licks her lips. My fingers curl into her hair and with a firm grasp I hold her head still before she has a chance to lick me.

  "Paint me," I instruct and she moves her hand from her sex to stroke my cock and my hand falls away from her touch. It's smooth and warm and I need her to stop. She goes to remove her glasses but I stop her and shake my head.

  "Play with yourself Morgana and suck me."

  I witness her body shudder as her breath hitches. She lets go of my cock and replaces her hand between her thighs. Her other hand raises to guide my now throbbing dick to her lips. As her tongue tries to torture me by lightly flicking and licking I yank her head back.

  "Suck it, now!" I demand.

  She moans. Her mouth locks to my tip and in a swift move she pulls me inside. It's warm and she adds some suction while her tongue swirls around. In other words it's heaven.

  As I start to gyrate into her sweet mouth I grab her hand from around my dick and push it back until she is cupping my balls. It feels good but it isn't enough. I guide her further until she is at my tight little entrance.

  She instantly understands my need and I feel the tip of her finger start to wiggle inside.

  "That's it Morgana. Nice and deep for me. I want to come hard in your mouth."

  Looking down I watch my thick shaft that's coated in the wetness of her mouth disappear between her lips. Her muffled moans are sending vibrations through me. God she’s good at this.

  Morgana gazes up to me and in that moment I float away. Her eyes sparkle as if willing to endure whatever I have to give her because she craves it. Her stifled cries and caresses are too much and I know I will come soon.

  "Fuck, Morgana I think I'm going to come."

  Right after I feel her shiver as her eyes close. Her moans grow intense along with the slick sounds from her mouth. She is in the throes of her climax and it is breathtaking to witness.

  My balls tighten as my cock swells and I release everything I have in her willing mouth. Her hand comes up from between her legs as she pulls the last of my orgasm from me. My grip loosens from her hair as my head bows.

  When my breath comes back to me and I finally come down off my high I kneel between her legs. Bringing my hand up I finally remove her glasses and place them on the bed beside us. We wrap our arms around each other and I bury my head into her stomach. This feels good, so right.

  Listening to the muffled tune of heartbeat and grumbling of her stomach I shudder at the gentle caress of her hands going through my hair.

  "You never told me about your scars, Henrik."

  That was a bit on purpose. We fell asleep the other night and by the time we woke the next day, she had forgotten so I conveniently did too. It's not that they are from some dark secret that haunts me and she will run for the hills when she hears how I got them. I guess I am just not used to opening up. When I do that, people, especially the women in my life, tend to use the information against me. I have a feeling Morgana isn't like that, but it still is not an easy habit to break.

  "Fine. I did promise you. Let me get off the floor first."

  I stand and before I get into bed with her an idea pops into my head. I hold up a finger.

  "Wait a minute. Let me get something from my room and I will be right back."

  Confusion is written all over her face but she nods and gets up to go into the bathroom. I grab her glasses and place them on the small round table by the adjoining doors and head back into my room. Going to the closet I pick up what I need and after a minute I am back in the bed beside Morgana as she rests in the middle. I sit up on my knees next to her.

  "Morgana, I am going to tell you everything, but in order to do that I am going to have to tie you up. Just your hands as
this isn't a four poster bed so I have to make do. Then after I inform you about each major event in my life I am going to play a little with you using this."

  I reach into the white plastic bag in my hand and pull out a very pink vibrator with clit tickler and a matching butt plug.

  "Potatoes," she yells, her eyes growing large.

  I can't help but laugh. This woman has no trouble with expressing her feelings on things, even if it scares her. I dig deeper in the bag and pull out a tube of lubrication.

  "Don't worry, the big one is for your vagina and the small one is for you sweet ass. We can take it slow."

  She nods but I know she is still a bit nervous. I take one of my ties I grabbed from my closet and start to secure her wrist to the bed. Then I proceed to the other wrist.

  "Don't tell me you never used a vibrator before?"

  "Yeah, I have James at home but he is rather simple compared to that pink thing."

  "James? You named your vibrator James?"

  "Yeah, after the actor, James..."

  I hold up my hand to stop her and shake my head.

  "Wait, don't tell me. I really don't want to know that you fantasize about anyone but me."

  Her lips curl into a wicked grin as her tongue darts out to play with her upper lip.

  "Well, I haven't thought about that actor in many months, so I should really rename him Henrik because that's what I yell out with him."

  I trail my finger over her mouth and can already feel my cock coming back to life after the epic orgasm she sucked from me.

  "Good girl. Now let’s start playing. You wanted to know how I got the scars. Well, about nine years ago I was in a drunk driving accident. I slammed my car into a tree. I had fractured ribs, a punctured lung, whiplash, and both legs were broken so severely that when they healed I had to learn to walk again. The scars I don't care about, it's what they represent that I don't want to see. So, I got the tattoos to camouflage them."

  "Does that work? Do you look at your chest and forget that the accident took place?" Morgana asks but I just smirk at her.