by Bell, Adora
"Is that your boyfriend? He must be missing you."
Evan is staring at me intently .
"I don't have a boyfriend, actually. I was with someone for three years, but...we broke up at the beginning of the summer. "
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was time. He...he met someone else, but it was over before then, really."
I want to clap my hand over my mouth. Why on earth did I tell him that? Even if the high powered business mogul before me was interested in my pathetic love life, that story only made me look like a complete loser. The kind of girl men lose interest in. The kind of girl that gets left behind. Evan is staring at me intently. Suddenly he reaches over and cups his hand beneath my chin, guiding my face up, forcing me to look him in the eye.
"Iris, listen to me. You are clever, and you are talented. And you are stunningly beautiful. If any guy doesn't want you, there must be something really wrong with him."
I don't know what to say. His touch leaves me paralysed. I can't stop looking at his lips, saying all these sweet things, and wondering what they would feel like pressed against mine.
I don't have to wait long to find out. Suddenly his arms are around my waist and he is pulling me against him. His tongue invades my mouth, hot and urgent, smothering me with his wine-scented kisses. God, I want him. My body is on fire, and I can feel moisture pooling between my legs, soaking into my favourite knickers. He backs onto the desk and I am on him, spreading my legs as far as my tight skirt will allow. His fingers find the buttons of my shirt, fumbling with the damp fabric, as he exposes my cleavage. Pulling away from our kiss, he buries his face between my breasts, nuzzling the sensitive skin. I am panting, desperate, as turned on as I've ever been. This is so wrong, such a huge mistake, and yet there's no way I can stop now. Suddenly, he stops and looks up at me, his dark eyes boring into my own.
“Iris, I...we shouldn't be doing this. I just can't seem to control myself around you. I know I'm breaking every rule in the book here, but..I just want you too much. I've wanted you since the second I set eyes on you.”
The words send shivers through me, and the heat roars between my legs. He wants me as badly as I want him.
“If you want me to stop,” he continues, “just say the word. I won't hold it against you.”
I bite my lip and take a deep breath, forcing myself to form words though my head is spinning.
“I...I know we shouldn't be doing this,” I say, and his face falls just a little, “but I really, really want to.”
He answers me with a kiss, wrapping his fingers in my hair and pulling me closer, like he wants to devour me. We kiss furiously, his hands making their way to the buttons of my blouse, which he deftly removes.
“My god, your breasts are amazing,” he murmurs into my neck, before biting into the sensitive skin, making me moan. His hands trace a path down my spine, stroking the small of my back before dipping below the waistband of my skirt. He traces the top of my ass, teasing, his fingers setting my skin ablaze with the gentlest of strokes. Lowering his head to my breasts, Evan kisses my cleavage while teasing my rock hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. He rubs the pad of his thumb over my sensitive nubs, sending waves of pleasure to my already soaking pussy. I am so lost in the sensation that I barely notice him unhook my bra, until suddenly his mouth is on my nipple. His hot tongue swirls around it, hardening it even further, until I think I can take no more – then he bites down. I almost scream with the intensity of it. I never believed that it was possible to come just through having your nipples touched, but now I'm not so sure. I want to touch him, badly, and move my fingers to the buttons of his shirt, but he stops me.
“Not yet, my lovely. I'm not finished with you.”
I pout, but he only smiles, and with one movement pulls me to my feet. Then he unzips my skirt and lets it fall onto the carpet. I stand there in just my thong and my new high heels, my curves fully on display. He looks me up and down, slowly and approvingly.
“Put your hands on your breasts, Iris. Feel how full they are.”
I hesitate for a moment, but I've come this far. And his voice is so calm, so authoritative, that it seems only natural to obey. I cup my hands around my breasts and give them a gentle squeeze, appreciating my own soft skin between my fingers.
“That's it. Now touch your nipples. Feel how hard I've made them.”
I obey, caressing the nubs with my fingers, feeling the sexual charge shoot straight to my throbbing clitoris. I groan, my pussy practically begging to be touched.
“Feels good, doesn't it Iris? Don't shut your eyes. Look at me. Look at how turned on your body makes me. “
I glance down at the outline of his hard cock through his chinos. His erection is straining through the fabric, clearly dying to be unleashed. But not yet, apparently. He has other plans for me.
“Now, I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me how ready your hot little slit is.”
My cheeks burn, half embarrassed but increasingly aroused. He is pushing me, daring me to be naughty. And I'm beginning to think I might like to be pushed. Tentatively, I move my fingers from my breasts and stroke my way down my stomach. My pussy throbs harder with anticipation. I slip my hand under the lacy edge of my thong, and gently stroke the neat line of my pubic hair. I glance up at Evan, and his eyes are fixated on my hand, pleasure written all over his face. Suddenly emboldened, I hook my fingers in my underwear and peel them off. As I go to step out of my shoes, Evan stops me.
“Don't. Leave those on. I like them.”
Smiling, I acquiesce, and stand before him entirely nude, a voluptuous goddess atop my stilettos. Then unable to take any more teasing, I allow my fingers to slip between the folds of my pussy. I am slick with desire, my clitoris engorged and incredibly sensitive. My first gentle circle with my index finger sends a wave of pleasure through my body, and despite myself I let out a gasp. Using two fingers, I put a little more pressure on my clit, and Evan watches me rub myself in ever more frantic strokes. My body is tingling all over, desperate to be fucked, to explode in the all consuming orgasm I can feel building inside me.
“Don't stop, Iris. You're doing so well,” Evan says softly, as he comes to kneel beside me. As I continue to stroke my clitoris, he trails his fingers up my thigh, teasing my wet pussy lips before finally slipping one finger into my dripping hole. My muscles clench around it and I cry out, overwhelmed with the need to be filled. He slips a second finger inside me and begins to move them in a beckoning motion, stroking the front wall of my pussy in a way that feels so good, I can't help but push back against him. I rub my desperate clit, losing myself in pleasure, feeling my orgasm build relentlessly. Then suddenly he stops and with his free hand, moves my fingers away.
“I'll take it from here, if you don't mind.”
Then his tongue is on me, swirling around my clit as he fucks me hard with his fingers. The pleasure is so intense, unlike anything I've ever felt before, and suddenly my legs feel weak. Luckily he is supporting me as he continues his assault on my senses, wrapping his lips around my hungry clitoris and sucking gently on the swollen nub. Oh god, I am going to come, it is all too much and already I can feel the first waves of orgasm washing over me. He flicks his tongue over my clit in short strokes, and it tips me over the edge. I implode, my insides erupting in glorious spasms as the pleasure hits me. It is only when he gently places a hand over my mouth that I realize I am screaming. I have never come this hard in my life. It seems to last for hours. Then the waves subside, and I come to in Evan's arms, weak and shaky. He is smiling at me.
“You're a lot of fun to watch, Iris.”
“I'm glad,” I say, unable to organize a witty reply in my scattered mind.
“Now, I want to show you something. If you're ready.”
I nod, though I still feel a little unsteady. Evan hands me my wineglass, and ushers me towards a door in the corner of the office. I'd noticed it when I entered, but had assumed it was a supply cupboard. Howeve
r, as he opens it and flicks a switch, it reveals a short passageway, leading to a set of stairs.
“Shouldn't I, um, cover up a little?” I say nervously, but Evan just grins.
“Where we're going, you've pretty much nailed the dress code. You ready?”
Despite my misgivings, I can't help trusting Evan. After all, he's my boss, not a serial killer...I hope.
He takes my hand and leads me up the creaking staircase. At the top is another door, with a coded lock. Evan punches in some numbers at lightning speed, and it swings open into a large, dark room.
“Hang on just a moment,” Evan says, fumbling along the wall until he locates a light switch. As the lights come up to a soft glow, I take in the scene before me. The room looks like a member's club lounge, all spacious leather sofas and dark wood bookcases lining the walls. But a few things seem out of place; display cabinets in one corner hold a variety of strange looking devices, and there are rails and hooks bolted to the walls in very odd places. And the sofas are arranged in a semicircle around a large table, upholstered on top with red velvet. It looks antique, and well used at that. Instinctively I cover my breasts with my arm, and I look round at Evan.
“What...um, what is this place.”
Seeing my face, Evan looks worried. He takes my hand, and sits us down on one of the sofas. The feeling of leather on my bare backside is decidedly pleasant.
“Maybe I shouldn't have brought you here Iris...I don't want to rush things. I just have a feeling that you may be the right kind of girl to...enjoy certain things with me.”
“What kind of things did you have in mind?”
He smiles at me and I feel my heart leap in my chest.
“This, Iris...we just refer to it as The Lounge. It's been here for years, used to be a sort of private space for the VIPS, directors of the board. You know, somewhere to talk sales figures over a glass of Scotch. But a few years ago, a few of us found a more...interesting use for it. As a place to indulge our most private desires. To experience the kind of pleasure that the outside world doesn't always accept.”
“You mean, other people come up here?”
“The one in my office isn't the only door – though it is the closest. There are passages running to other parts of this building...even some of the others on the block. Only a few, carefully chosen people know that they exist. We're an exclusive little club. And even though we've just met..I'm kind of hoping you'll be part of it.”
“Why me?”
“You're young, you're sexy and you seem...open minded. I don't know, I just get the feeling you might enjoy the kind of games we play up here. There's no pressure, nobody will make you do anything you don't want to. You can leave any time you like. But...I don't think you'll want to.”
“There's nobody here right now, is there?”
Evan smiles and wraps his arms around me.
“No, Iris. Right now, it's just us. Which is how I want it. “
He kisses me again, softly, almost tenderly parting my lips with his tongue. His hands begin to explore my body, warming me with his touch. A small, sensible part of my brain, tells me to run, to put as much distance between myself and this crazy room as possible. But with Evan's mouth on mine, that little voice is drowned out completely. He strokes my back, moving round to caress my breasts, stomach, thighs, edging closer to the sweet spot between my legs. I feel a fresh gush of moisture from my pussy, and can't help but grind myself against the smooth leather of the couch. Finally, I am allowed to unbutton his shirt, and I press my lips against Evan's smooth chest, rippling with just the right amount of muscle. The smell of his cologne hits me again and makes me ravenous, nibbling his neck as I press my aching breasts against him.
My hands find his belt buckle, fumbling with nerves and desire, but finally freeing him. I pull his chinos off and his boxers come with them, unveiling his full, majestic length. I catch my breath; he is even bigger than I had expected. A tiny drop of moisture glistens on the head of his cock, and I am struck by a sudden urge to taste him. I kneel between his knees, and he does nothing to stop me. Tentatively, I lick my lips, and slip the smooth head of his cock between them. I hear Evan moan and it spurs me on. Slowly, I push my lips down the length of him, taking more of his shaft into my mouth until the tip pushes against the back of my throat. He moans again as I repeat the motion, filling my mouth with his cock, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting his salty secretions. He winds his fingers in my hair and pulls gently. The pain is startling at first, but it seems to heighten my arousal, setting all my nerve endings alight. As I thrust his cock into my mouth once again he grunts with pleasure and I feel him stiffen even more. “Iris,” he pants, “oh God, Iris, hold it a second.”I slide my mouth off his cock and look up at him questioningly. “I don't want to come before I've had the chance to fuck you,” he says, pulling me to my feet. I am quivering with anticipation, my pussy flooding, dying to have him inside me. He leads me to the red velvet table, and suddenly I am nervous.
“Bend over, Iris, “ he says commandingly, “show me that lovely little ass of yours.” His voice steadies me, and I comply. I press myself against the velvet tabletop, feeling the soft fabric against my breasts. There is a warm, musky aroma to the fabric. Standing behind me, Evan runs his hands over my trembling backside, trailing down between my cheeks, teasing my asshole with the lightest of touches. I jump, but it is not altogether unpleasant. I hear him chuckle.
“Not today, my dear. But maybe one day soon.”
I blush, glad he can't see my face. But the idea doesn't repulse me. His fingers continue their erotic path, stroking the lips of my pussy, gliding through my wetness. I moan softly. He moves to touch my clitoris again, and I let out another groan, feeling my desire build even further. I am ready for him. But still he holds back. Suddenly he steps away from the table, leaving me feeling abandoned.
“Evan?”
“Stay there my lovely, I'll be right back.”
I have never felt so exposed, bent over with my ass in the air, my most private place open and on display. I listen carefully to Evan's footsteps as he approaches the table, craving his touch. But it is not his hands that caress my backside. It's something else, something leather by the feel of it as he trails it over my skin. I go to twist around to look at the mysterious object, but his hand is on my back, pushing me down into the table.
“Don't move, lovely. You'll see what I've got for you in good time. Now tell me, Iris, do you like being spanked?”
I suppose, given where we are, I should have expected something like this, but it still takes me by surprise.
“I...uh, I don't know...”
“Would you like to find out?” The leather is stroking my skin now, trailing over my buttocks and the back of my legs. I squirm, unable to contain my arousal.
“Your body says you do, Iris. But I need to hear you say it.”
I hesitate a beat, the sensible part of my brain once more fighting for my attention. But my desire is in control now; logic seems to have no place in this room.
“Yes. Yes I would.” For a moment nothing happens. Then all of a sudden I feel a sharp sting as the leather bites in to my sensitive flesh. The pain takes my breath for a moment, but quickly fades to a warm sensation that spreads over my skin. Evan trails the leather over my back, bringing it round to my face so that I can see what he's holding. It's his brown leather belt.
“Again?”
“Yes,” I reply without thinking, and the belt comes down again, harder this time, the pain transforming into an intense pleasure that reverberates through me. Evan pauses, and I tense, scared of the pain yet somehow desperate for more. There is a sharp crack as he takes another stroke, and I cry out, pleasure coursing through me in the midst of the pain. My pussy is aching with arousal, and I cannot stay still, desperately rubbing myself against the soft fabric of the table as Evan continues to spank me. He pauses and rubs the palm of his hand over my stinging skin, before slipping his fingers into my dripping cu
nt. I moan louder, relishing the feeling of being filled even as he brings the belt down again.
“You look so damn hot right now Iris,”” he says, “you have no fucking idea.”
Then I hear the belt hit the floor, and Evan's fingers are gone, replaced with the tip of his swollen cock. He teases me, rubbing himself against the entrance to my pussy until I think I will go mad with desire. I want to scream at him, to beg him to fuck me, but I can't find the words. Finally, agonizingly slowly, he eases himself inside me. He is larger than any man I've ever been with, and I groan with pleasure as he stretches me open. He pulls back for a moment and then thrusts himself into me hard, filling me to the brim. He grabs my ass as he fucks me with determined strokes, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming, his cock finding hot spots inside me I never knew existed. I can feel my orgasm building again as he rams his full length inside me. Then he pulls back, and lands one last stinging slap on my ass. The shock sends me over the edge, and I start to come, pulsing with pleasure as he continues to ravage me. As I peak, moaning his name, he gives one final thrust and lets go, flooding me with his warm juices. We collapse onto the table and I lie there, spent, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of me. After a few moments he stands up and gently pulls himself out of me. He helps me up and checks his watch.
“Woah, I lost track of time there. Our taxis will be here soon. You better get dressed.”
Feeling a sudden sense of rejection, I look for my clothes before remembering I left them in the office. He sees my face, and pulls me close to him.
