His Every Touch [The Complete Series]

by Harriet Lovelace

  “Shit.” The word was muffled as Courtney pressed her face into the pillow and he knew she'd figured out just what he intended to do.

  “Maybe you'll remember this when I give you specific instructions.”He looked over the items he'd selected from the trunks. Her clit was far too sensitive for any direct stimulation just yet so he hadn't brought a vibrator, only a couple of dildos. After a moment's contemplation, he selected one. This was one of his favorites to use on his partners after numerous orgasms. Its flesh-colored plastic was covered with small ridges and bumps, specifically designed to rub against the walls of the vagina. The more sensitive the cunt, the more intense the friction.

  “Do not come,” Vance ran his fingertips over the still-warm flesh where his hand had left its mark. “If you do, there will be consequences.” He let the ominous words hang in the air for several seconds.

  “Yes, Sir,” Courtney whispered.

  Vance closed his eyes, savoring the unsolicited words. When he opened his eyes, he settled into a more comfortable position and ran the tip of the dildo down Courtney's slit. Her entire body shivered at the touch of the cool plastic. He eased the head into her, just past her entrance, and paused, waiting until she shifted. Whether she was trying to take it further in or push it out, he didn't know, but he twisted his wrist, sending half of the ten inch shaft into her.

  Her limbs stiffened and he stopped, not moving, waiting to see if she'd be able to fight off what her body wanted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered into the sheets, muscles in her arms straining.

  Only when he saw her relaxing did he shove the remaining five inches forward. Courtney's back arched, a cry escaping. Her head whipped back and forth, her hands clenching into fists.

  “That's it, fight it,” Vance murmured the encouragement, unsure if she could even hear him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He'd been fantasizing about moments like this for years. Courtney spread-eagle on his bed, unable to do more than writhe, cunt stretched wide around a thick shaft. She'd barely stopped moving when he began to move it, every stroke bringing a new curse.

  He worked the phallus in and out of her pussy, keeping his strokes slow and steady. Each time he felt her nearing a climax, he would stop. Sometimes he caressed the insides of her quivering thighs while keeping the entire length sheathed in her cunt. Other times, he would completely withdraw it, her whimpers of protest making his already hard cock ache with the need for relief. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, only that he'd denied her release half a dozen times. When he set the dildo aside, its surface shiny with her juices, he was nearly ready to bring this to an end.

  “You've done so well,” he leaned over her, running his hands up over her hips and sides, each flinch making the heat inside him burn even hotter. “We're almost done. Are you ready to be done?”

  Courtney took a hitching breath, voice nearly breaking as she spoke. “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

  Fuck. Vance forced himself to think about anything other than the naked, trembling woman beneath him. He was so close that he had to sit back and clench his eyes shut until he'd regained control.

  Vance picked up a smaller dildo. It was almost as long as the first, but smoother and thinner. Barely the circumference of his first two fingers, this particular toy had come out of a different trunk than the first. This one was from what Vance called the 'ass chest.'

  He slid the toy into her pussy with little resistance and Courtney barely acknowledged its presence. She'd turned her face to the side and closed her eyes, no longer speaking. Vance moved the dildo a few times, thoroughly wetting the toy. He removed it, but still no reaction. It wasn't until he pressed its head against the little puckered hole that Courtney's eyes flew open. She whimpered, eyes rolling as he pushed forward.

  There was less resistance than he had expected. He paused. “Seems like someone's already loosened this hole. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?” When she didn't answer, he reached down and gave her pubic hair a tug. Her hips jerked.

  “Did you have something in your ass earlier today?” He pushed the dildo a few centimeters more.

  She nodded frantically.

  “What?”

  A faint red flush crept up her cheeks. “My fingers.”

  Vance's stomach clenched hard. Had she done what he thought she'd done? “Did you get off with fingers in your ass?” The expression on her face answered his question, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. “Did you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  He shoved the dildo a little further. “Tell me.”

  Her voice quaked but she didn't protest. Rather, she did exactly as he asked. “I'd already come a couple of times and I started thinking about you and what you might do to me.” She closed her eyes as if she couldn't look at him while saying the words. “Imagining you were putting things there.” She faltered, unable to finish.

  “Put what where?” He pulled the dildo back before pushing forward again. His heart was pounding, body humming with anticipation. He desperately wanted to hear her say it.

  “First your fingers, and then your cock in my ass.” A flash of anger crossed Courtney's face, the fire making Vance's dick jump. He wanted her submissive, but, damn, did he love the occasional spark.

  “Is that what you wanted to hear? I was fantasizing about you fingering my ass while fucking my pussy, then fucking my ass. I stuck two fingers in my ass and two in my cunt,” she snapped.

  Vance shoved the rest of the dildo forward in one slow push that made her groan. “Yes,” he hissed. “That's exactly what I wanted.” He slowly fucked the toy in and out of her ass, ignoring her squirming to try to get away, the noises of protest with each stroke. He kept listening for her to cry 'mercy' but she didn't.

  “Please,” Courtney began to beg, tears streaming down her face.

  Based on the liquid drenching the pillow beneath her, he was fairly certain that it wasn't pain triggering the tears. Each repeat of the word sent a new jolt of desire straight to his groin. He flicked open the button to his pants and eased down his zipper. He didn't think he was going to be able to hold back much longer.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” Vance gritted his teeth as he freed his throbbing erection.

  “Yes, dammit, yes.” Courtney bent and straightened her arms, trying to release some of the pent-up pressure filling her body.

  “And what lesson did you learn?” He pushed the dildo as far as it would go.

  Her body shook with the intensity of the sensation. “Never lie. Always follow directions. Do what you say, Sir.” The words poured out of her, desperation evident in every word. “I'll pay more attention next time, Sir, I promise.”

  “That's my girl.” He put his hands on her hips. “I'm going to fuck you now, while that dildo's in your ass.”

  Courtney whimpered. “Yes, please.”

  “If you can come when I first enter you, you're allowed to come. If you don't, you're not allowed to orgasm at all.” Vance dug his fingers into her hips as he positioned his cock at her entrance. “Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was full of relief.

  Vance snapped his hips forward and Courtney keened, every muscle instantly contracting as he sheathed himself in her wet heat. Her body shook as he pounded into her, driven to find his own release. The sound cut off as her body went limp and Vance bottomed out, the knowledge that he'd made her pass out pushing him over the edge. He emptied himself into her, ecstasy taking over every sense until all he felt and smelled and tasted was the body beneath him. She was inside him as fully as he was inside her, filling him until nothing was left but her.

  ***

  The smell of sex hung heavy in the air just as it always did after hours in the basement, but this was different. Vance stared up at the ceiling, unable to look at the young woman in his arms for fear she wasn't sleeping. He didn't know what he'd say to her. Her cheek was on his chest, her hair tickling his skin. The hand on his stomach flattened and
he closed his eyes. He'd seen the red lines on her wrists and ankles when he'd untied her and, before he could stop himself, he'd pressed his lips against each one. She'd still been unconscious so there'd been no danger of her seeing him, but just knowing what he'd done was enough to make him uncomfortable.

  He hadn't even planned on staying in the bed. He rarely did. On occasion, if the sex had been vigorous enough that he didn't feel like moving, he stayed, but he always wrapped himself in a different sheet. There was no cuddling. But, when her eyes had fluttered open and her hand closed around his wrist, he hadn't been able to look away. When she'd whispered her request for him to stay, he'd nodded dumbly, unable to protest, unable to do anything but agree. Removing his clothes hadn't been part of her request, but he'd felt a sudden need to feel her skin against his.

  Nearly two hours later, he still was unable to sleep. He'd never had this problem before. Then again, other partners had merely been a means to an end. Courtney was the end. Even as he held her, felt her breasts press against his side, he knew that he had her exactly where he'd always wanted her. Not just his bed, but emotionally and psychologically. She'd followed directions and accepted discipline. She'd addressed him as 'Sir,' even when angry. And she'd trusted him enough to do all of those things without using the safe word they'd established.

  Now was the time to reveal the truth. Tell her that he'd wanted her since he was seventeen. That she'd never given him the time of day, had never acknowledged his existence. The fact that she didn't even realize that they'd gone to school together showed how little attention she'd paid to him. It was time to let her know that she'd not only fucked the loser she'd never have considered dating in high school, but had let him do all sorts of things to her, had let him control her. She'd be embarrassed, maybe even horrified, but she wouldn't be able to leave. She'd had a taste of the life she was meant to live and she'd stay with him, even after she knew that he was the shy, geeky kid that everyone like her had made fun of. The humiliation of the pretty popular girl becoming a virtual sex slave to someone like him would be priceless, something he could use against her.

  And that's what he wanted, wasn't it? It was everything he'd been working towards. The final righting of adolescent wrongs. He would possess her and everything he had been would disappear. There would be no Vance Forster, the loser who couldn't even get an underclassman girl to go out with him, only the powerful, rich, and sexy and desired Vance Forster who could have the head cheerleader / prom queen any time and any way he wanted.

  But even as those thoughts ran through his mind, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about how good it felt to just have his arms around her, to feel her flesh against his. No kink, no sex, just holding. He couldn't quit seeing the little glimpses of light he'd stolen over the years. The way she smiled up at the sun when she stepped outside on a beautiful summer day. The way her eyes lit up when she laughed. The fire on her face when someone she loved was wrong.

  Then there was the way she said his name, sometimes so full of anger that he didn't think she could ever care about him, but other times, with a softness that gripped his heart. He didn't think there was a more beautiful sound in all the world than when she cried out his name when he made her climax. Certainly there was nothing more beautiful than her face when she came. Just that sight alone was enough to make him hard.

  Vance opened his eyes again. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know what he even wanted anymore. In a cruel twist of irony, just as Courtney had begun to trust him, he no longer trusted himself.

  Book Four

  The knots in her stomach were part anticipation, part anxiety. For twenty-seven year-old Courtney Bell, the sensation wasn't new. In fact, it seemed to have been her constant state since she stepped into the office of Asgard CEO Vance Forster for her yearly review. Today, however, the cause wasn't the gorgeous, complex thirty-one year-old she'd been having kinky sex with for the past two weeks. Today it was because she was going to confess, for the first time, just what she'd been doing.

  She pulled her Corolla into a tight parking spot between two minivans at the LaGuardia airport. The skies were clear and bright, and although it seemed to have a calming effect on the pigeons atop their perches, it didn’t help to relax her. As she strolled across the terminal to the baggage claim area, her mind was a jumble of images.

  Just thinking about her activities over the past few days made her heart beat faster, brought a slickness between her thighs that made her flush. It would have made her panties damp, except she wasn't wearing any. That had been part of her punishment for coming without permission the previous night. Well, that and the puffy purple stripes on her ass. The other reason her ass ached hadn't been a punishment but it still made sitting an issue. She wasn't looking forward to the hour long drive from the airport to her house, most of which would probably be spent in traffic. At least Vance had agreed to let her wear an ankle-length peasant skirt to the airport, though he said that was more because he didn't want anyone else benefitting from her state of undress than any regard for how she felt. She'd learned the hard way that pants weren't the best thing to wear without underwear when she was aroused. She could still hear Vance's voice in her ear as they left the bathroom.

  “No jacket. You get to walk out there with the crotch of your pants wet with my cum and your juices. Maybe next time, you'll take my suggestion not to wear pale gray slacks seriously.”

  She'd been embarrassed enough that they'd fucked in the men's bathroom at one of the most prestigious restaurants in town; the fact that the evidence of their tryst was evidenced in a darker spot of cloth between her legs just made it that much worse. As she walked past the accusing eyes of half a dozen elderly women and the admiring gazes of their equally elderly husbands, she'd been almost as horrified by her lack of shame as she was by what she was doing. Part of her, though not a large part, was excited, and that had somehow been the worst thing of all.

  “Courtney!”

  Courtney barely had time to react before a tall, slender redhead crashed into her with open arms. Maggie Black was Courtney's oldest friend and the only person with whom Courtney was ready to share.

  “Mags.”

  Courtney couldn't help but smile. No one who met Maggie could stay negative for long.

  “I've missed you,” Maggie cried as she released Courtney. She looked down at her shorter friend and frowned. “What's wrong?”

  Courtney tucked a stray ash blond wave behind her ear. Mags knew her too well. “Let's talk in the car.” It would be easier to talk about it if she didn't have to look at Mags while she did it.

  “All right.” Maggie readily agreed and then changed the subject. As expected, she was full of her own stories and kept up a steady stream of chatter from the luggage carousel until they got out of the airport parking lot. She was a member of Doctors Without Borders, so it was no surprise her stories ran from the serious—victims of wars between various tribes—to the humorous—Maggie's first encounter with a spider she was sure would kill her only to find out it was a ball of dirt.

  She'd just finished recounting a tale of a particularly interesting shower encounter with a twenty year-old surgical intern from Chicago—“they told us to conserve water”—when her expression grew serious once more and Courtney knew that it was time.

  “I need to talk to you about something.” She gave Maggie a sideways glance before returning her focus to the road. “And I don't know how you're going to react.”

  “Court, you're scaring me.”

  “I'm okay, Mags,” she interrupted, trying to ignore the literal pain in her ass. “But what I'm going through...it's a little weird.”

  “I'm good with weird.”

  Courtney chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea.” She took a deep breath and started. “When I went in for my annual review, I got into the elevator with the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. Blue-black hair, arctic blue eyes and the hottest body...”

  She told her story slowly, careful to preclude any detai
ls that might identify Vance Forster as her new lover. It was bad enough to admit that she was fucking her superior, she couldn't name her CEO. Not when she was going to be talking about floggers and canes and butt plugs and nipple clamps. She talked through Maggie's noises of disapproval at Vance's office groping, but she had to pause after recounting her ill-advised email, waiting as Maggie laughed for five minutes, gasping out “fuck you and your tight abs” between fresh gales of mirth. Only after her friend was done did Courtney continue.

  “You let him do what?” Maggie's exclamation interrupted Courtney's story just after Vance had used his belt on her for the first time. The redhead's eyes had widened at the spanking, but Courtney had known that wouldn't be very shocking. The fact that she'd climaxed when Vance used his belt on her clit and cunt, however, wasn't exactly... normal.