by Z. Stefani
“Why so the waiter knows what we’re up to?” she raised her arm to cover her chest, feeling her breasts bounce freely under the material with every movement she made.
“He knew what we were up to the second I made the reservation, sex is the only reason to come to this place.” he pulled her arm down from her breasts, “Now put your hands behind your back and keep them there.” she hesitated for a moment before she put her hands behind her back. Julian bent his head to kiss the flesh he uncovered as he pulled the top of her dress down a little, careful not to fully expose her yet. He pulled back to see her dress was dangerously low, the fabric draped over the tips of her breasts and revealing a thin slash of her areola. He slid his hand up her thigh, his fingertips igniting against her skin like a match being struck. Heaven felt the rapid tattoo of her heart accelerate as his fingers closed in on her bare sex.
“Slow down.” she whispered trying to close her legs but he slid his hand under her short skirt. When the tip of his finger made contact with her sex, she stood straight up. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Sit down.” his voice was low but demanding nonetheless. She slowly lowered herself back into the seat “you better not move again.” he warned her, sliding his arm back around her shoulder as his other hand reclaimed its spot on her inner thigh. His hand was back under her skirt and he watched her face as his fingertips outlined the dewy petals of her sex. She tried to pull his hand away from her tingling flesh, but he only increased the pressure instead of withdrawing. She had to make a move, feeling the pressure begin to build, she tried to stand back up again, but he was holding her down.
“Stop.” she pleaded but he ignored her, kissing down her neck to her shoulder, his hand moving gently over her sex as he tried to calm her body down.
“Just relax.”
“I can’t do this.” she whined, feeling the pressure beginning to consume her.
“You don’t have a choice, Princess, you might as well relax.”
“How can I relax when you’re feeling me up in public?” she said low enough for only him to hear.
“Then don’t relax, just shut up and enjoy it.”
“You’re crazy.” she turned to him, “I’ll never enjoy you groping me.”
“You already know I can prove you wrong,” he whispered kissing her lips.
“That was a fluke.” she said, refusing to admit the truth.
“Is that a dare? Because you know it will only take me a minute to make you cum, and prove you wrong, again.” as he spoke, he managed to reach behind her with his free hand and pull her zipper down an inch. He withdrew his hand from her thigh, reached up, and pulled the top of her dress down, baring her breasts, she immediately reached up to cover herself but he yanked her arms back down.
“No.” she cried.
“Stay still and no one will see.” he said bending his head to take the tip of her breast in his mouth. His head and shoulders covered her naked torso as he slid his hand back between her legs as he groaned like a beast.
Her back was board straight, she was frozen stiff and scared shitless yet again. She felt the electrical currents darting out from his fingertips and sinking deep into her sex. She felt the sweat begin to bead on her forehead, afraid the waiter would make an unwanted appearance or someone else would decide to wander back. She was silently praying that the room was dark enough that no one would be able to see them, even if they had looked back.
He kissed from her nipple to the hollow between her breasts then over to the other hardened tip, taking it deep into his mouth. She felt his fingers playing with her sex, circling the pulsing nub before sliding over it. She felt like she would pass out from the pressure of the situation, afraid she would have a panic attack, but also afraid for him to stop. She had mixed feelings once again and if she had the strength to grab the plate of fruit, she would happily dump it over his head for forcing her to feel so conflicted.
His hand was doing a magical trick to her body that was making her mind forget her surroundings for a moment. She was almost lost, beginning to forget that she was sitting topless in a restaurant as he mastered her traitorous body. Then she felt it coming, that all-consuming orgasm that he wielded at his will. Somewhere deep inside of her a little voice of reason screamed, snapping her back to reality before the orgasmic wave hit her and obliterated what was left of her modesty.
She had to make him stop or she would embarrass herself even further, she tried desperately to pull his hand from between her legs, but he refused. In one last desperate attempt to save herself from slipping into a sexually induced oblivion, she tried to escape him, but he held her body close to his. She felt her knees begin to wiggle as the familiar tickle began to build between her thighs and slowly wreaked havoc throughout her nether region. She felt it build, setting her bloodstream on fire before finally exploding and shooting thousands of electrified feathers throughout her body.
He watched her as she came, holding her tightly and increasing the pressure until her body finally stopped shuddering. He smiled more to himself, loving to watch what he could do to her, but most of all he loved the way she responded to him. He had been with women who were masters when it came to sex, porn stars, call girls and even professional actresses, but none of them had ever been able to respond as naturally as she did. Not one of those women could even hold a candle to the complicated women he was beginning to loath a little less.
When her body had settled down and he was positive she was no longer coming, he lifted her leg then slid to the floor. He was kneeled between her spread legs, his mouth going to her pulsing sex like a magnet, forcing her to cry out as his tongue slid deep into her opening. Her body began to shake as she felt the tip of his tongue snaking across her inner wall. She clenched her thighs and grabbed his head as he withdrew his tongue then licked her flesh clean, sucking on the pulsating nub for a moment before finally relenting. He slid back up to the seat and gently pulled her to his lap then quickly pulled her dress back up to cover her breasts. He pulled her against his large chest as he zipped the back of her dress and she leaned against him. With all of her energy spent, it was a welcome relief and she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Heaven?”
“Yes?” she reluctantly pulled her head up to look at him.
“Do you see that little stage?” he pointed to the small stage with the dim spotlight on the far side of the building.
“Faintly.” she answered.
“If you ever wear another one of those horrible suits to work, I will strip you naked and force you to perform up there.”
“Perform?” she asked as the sated look on her face was replaced with irritation.
“Dance.”
“I can’t dance.”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“Julian?” her tone was almost sweet.
“Yes?”
“I hope you trip over a tree branch and break your mouth.” she laid her head back on his shoulder as he grinned.
***
Heaven was exhausted the next morning and even the half pot of coffee she had drunk did not help.
“I’ll be in court all day,” Julian told her as he pulled into his private parking spot, “Alice will pick you up after work and take you back to the house.”
“Maybe I’ll just go to my house and wait for you instead.” she suggested and Julian frowned.
“Don’t even think about it, you go back to my house and wait for me there.”
“Fine.” she started to get out of his car but he grabbed her arm.
“I want you naked and in my bed by the time I get home.” he said and lightly kissed her lips.
“I’ll think about it.” she got out of the car as quickly as she could then watched him pull away before she headed towards the door.
She sprinted to her office, thankful that she had not run into anyone on the way. She decided to take advantage of Julian’s absence and wear another one of her old suits. She opened her closet, grabbed a black pant
suit then ran into the bathroom and quickly changed.
Heaven once again walked down the hall in her oversized suit, tight bun and black glasses, but this time she felt a little different. She felt confident as far as her coworkers were concerned, but it was not the same.
***
Heaven had forgotten to change out of her old suit after work and was still wearing it when Alice picked her up.
“Hey Sevigne, how was your day today?” Alice assaulted Heaven with her cheerfulness the second she sat in the passenger’s seat. Alice smiled from ear to ear, her glowing-neon orange lipstick clashing with her electric-lime green mini dress. As if trying to make the colors blend, Alice had done her nails in the same color green and decorated them with tiny orange skulls. To top her look off, she wore faux gorilla fur boots and fingerless leather gloves.
“It was good.” Heaven nodded, after wearing her old suit all day and stepping back into her old routine, it was refreshing to be called Sevigne instead of Heaven.
It had been a fairly good day, Julian was not there to overwhelm her with his demands or remind her of the contract. Although she found her mind wandering back to him on occasion, she reminded herself of how happy she was that he was not there, his absence brought relief to her mental dilemma and double-crossing body.
“Nice suit.” Alice smiled.
“Why thank you, you have impeccable taste.” Heaven grinned and Alice giggled.
“I do, don’t I.” Alice was proud of her eccentric style.
***
While waiting for Julian to come home, Heaven finished the work she had brought with her. She was surprised to find that despite all of the chaos going on in her life, she was able to fully concentrate. When she was done with her work, she cleaned off Julian’s desk then organized everything. She found herself restless, but not sure what she wanted to do, so she grabbed the remote control and turned on the television. She rarely watched television, sure, she loved the occasional horror film, but that was the extent of her visual entertainment. She was ready to go up to his room and start rearranging things when Julian walked through the office door.
Julian paused at the door, seeing her sitting behind his desk made his cock inflate to an unnatural magnitude. Then as he neared her, he noticed what she was wearing and he felt his anger begin to inflate as well.
“How was court?” she asked as he stood before the desk.
“You wore that suit to work?” he asked calmly, but she could see his rage boiling below the surface.
“I sure did.” she grinned smugly.
“Take it off.” his demand almost sounded like a request, as he stood towering over her.
“Make me.” she said, refusing to tell him no and giving him the added bonus of disciplining her.
Neither of them moved a muscle, their eyes locked in a silent duel for what seemed like an eternity. Then as if they both shared the same reflex, he abruptly charged towards her at the same time that she jumped up from the chair and sprinted towards the door. She had just reached the handle when he grabbed her and pulled her back to him.
“I warned you that next time you defied me there would be serious repercussions.” he held her tightly as he whispered in her ear.
“I didn’t tell you no.”
“But you wore the suit.”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Yes you did, you had two choices, either wear the clothes assigned to you or end the contract.” he abruptly let her go and she turned to face him, “Now I’ll make that decision for you, I’m ending the contract.” he walked over to his desk, leaving her speechless. She stood there a moment deciding how to react before walking over to stand next to him. “You can go now.” he said dismissively.
“I don’t feel comfortable wearing clothes like that to work,” she decided the truth would work best, “but if you were there today, I would have worn it.”
“Liar.”
“I’ll wear whatever suit you pick tomorrow, and for the rest of the week.” she whispered and the single act of submission floored him. He felt the pre-cum begin to seep from the head of his engorged manhood and he turned in his chair to face her.
“Then take off the suit.” he demanded and she nodded before slowly stripping down to her panties, “Only you can make plain-white, oversized underwear look sexy.” he reached over and slowly pulled her panties down then helped take them off. He tossed them in the garbage can before kissing her bare sex then picked her up and sat her on the desk. He rose from his chair and released his starved shaft from his pants then slowly inched into her.
Heaven went back on her hands, spreading her legs wider as he stretched his way inside of her. When they were connected, he bent his head to kiss her parted lips, his fingers biting into her hips as he pulled his thick erection from her tight sheath then forced his way back in. She arched her back as he impaled her, breaking their kiss, he kissed her breasts instead, and then took her nipple deep into his mouth.
She cried out as his iron-hard length gently caressed her deep inside, she rolled her hips as he withdrew then plunged back into her. He sped up, and she felt his thick shaft swell inside of her velvety channel, tickling a spot that sent her body into a lascivious frenzy. She felt her muscles tighten up then activate an explosion throughout her sex that forced her back to the desk.
He watched as a multitude of expressions played across her face then felt her sheath tighten and begin milking his engorged cock. He growled like a wild animal as he spewed his seed deep inside of her. He leaned over her, softly kissing her lips before reluctantly pulling himself out of the warmth of her body.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” he said.
“I can’t move,” she whined, her body felt drained and dried out from the powerful orgasm. Julian helped her off the desk then took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Let’s just stay down here.”
“We can’t, we need to eat and then I need to eat you.” he grinned as he picked her up, “then I am going to fuck you until you fall asleep.” he finished as he headed up to his room.
***
Although Heaven’s body was exhausted, she could not fall asleep. Julian was next to her snoring up a storm but she laid there in a state confusion, wondering what the hell was happening to her.
What was Julian doing to her? The questions plagued her mind but the fact that she had no answers was unsettling as well as disturbing to her.
She finally dozed off to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, not long before her alarm went off.
***
Heaven opened her eyes the next morning unable to move her body. She was entirely spent, feeling completely drained, and even though she had nothing left to give, she still felt her body tingling in certain spots that refused to calm down.
To her surprise and his, Julian woke up with her alarm. He never got up this early, preferring to set his alarm for at least an hour after hers. However, he felt well rested and energized, despite the fact that he had only been asleep for a few hours. He was also hoping he would be able to fool around with Heaven for that extra hour before they got ready, but she was not having it. He had tried unsuccessfully to wake her up, but he had showered and gotten ready before she even batted an eye. He sat on the side of the bed and yanked the sheet from her nude body.
He was not prepared to suffer through another day without spending a little quality time with Heaven first. This constant need he had for her was starting to really take its toll on him. He had a little bit of a break yesterday because he had been in court for the majority of the day and had not seen Heaven until late that evening. Although he spent most of his day thinking about her.
“It’s time to get up, you’re going to be late,” he said running his hand over her flat belly, then up to play with her breasts, “And if you’re late, then I’m late too.” She grumbled something then turned away from him, grabbing the sheet and pulling it back over her head “Come on Princess, get up.”
“I
can’t move.” she whined, every inch of her body was still sore.
“If you’re not out of this bed in the next thirty seconds,” he slid his hand up the back her thigh and headed straight for her sex. “I’m going to take that as an invitation.” He had no more then finished his words when she sat straight up and jumped out of the bed, despite the ache in her lower body.
“No more,” she whispered, “I can’t take it.”
***
At work, the dueling lovers were going a little crazy but both for very different reasons. Heaven felt vulnerable and on display as she walked the floors of the firm, the form fitting suit outlining her assets in a damaging way. Everyone, from the secretaries to the lawyers down to the maintenance man, did a double take.
The group of secretaries, who had been bickering intensely about something as mundane as a cafeteria seat, immediately stopped talking as they watched Heaven Deville strut down the hall.
