by Faye, Amy
But with the way that the desire built up in his gut, it would have taken more focus and more energy than he was prepared to expend. He sucked in a breath and she pulled her foot away. But there was no doubting, now. She wanted him, and not just as a little business dinner date.
The food couldn't have come soon enough.
7
The feeling of Alex Blume's lips as they pressed into hers was no less intoxicating than Diana Kramer had dared to imagine. The scent of him was something that she couldn't begin to express. He didn't have the body of a man who spent all of his time in the gym, but he carried it with an easy, predatory grace. Now that he'd turned that body on her, she couldn't want anything more.
Her flesh burned at his touch, and she wanted nothing more than to let him explore every inch of it, but the way that his hands moved across her also addressed another decided inequality between them: while he was exploring every inch of her body, she wasn't getting anywhere near the same leeway with his own body. She'd have to rectify that.
She pulled free of his lips, which had latched pleasurably onto one nipple, and forced him back from her, putting her weight into pushing him onto his back, and working the buttons on his suit.
It became immediately obvious where all the money went in these expensive suits; it came apart like it was made for that express purpose, no hitches or catches that she had to fuss with endlessly. Just easy open, easy close.
Her breath caught as she pushed his shirt back off his shoulders. She'd underestimated him just a little bit, she realized. He still didn't look like some muscle-brained hunk, but for a man who had to be at least in his later forties, he had a body that anyone would kill for.
Alex laid back on his elbows and looked up at her, waiting, daring her to take what was hers, and Diana knew that if she let him look at her like that much longer then she was going to have to tear his head off.
She didn't need to be told twice. Her body moved automatically, pressing a kiss against his lips that lasted just long enough to remember the taste of his mouth before she moved down his body, pressing a line of kisses along his jaw, then tracing down the thick veins of his throat and down to his collar bone.
Her eyes flashed and she forced herself to slow for a moment, and then an idea occurred to her with a flash and she hurried faster still. The billionaire's body stiffened under her kisses as she took one of his nipples between her lips, and then introduced him to her teeth.
She smiled at the sound of his breath hitching. "You like that, baby?"
He answered her by wrapping one of his hands around her head and pulling her in closer to him, allowing her another moment to tease him.
Diana shivered in anticipation of what was going to come next. What she was going to do next. Then he gripped her hair a little tighter and the balance of power between them shifted a second time.
Alex rolled her over, looking down at her. He had a feral, almost threatening grin on his face as he looked down on her, and Diana knew instinctively that she had the exact same expression on her own face. That in that very moment she had to look like she was desperate for him, and the feeling that gnawed at her body wasn't far from it.
"You're feeling frisky, aren't you?" He clicked his jaw. Something about the movement was intimidating, as if he were barely able to hold back his frustration. It sent another shock of anticipation through her.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She asked. He looked at her with wild eyes.
"You know I would," he told her. His eyes were serious and deadly and absurdly fucking hot.
"Then assume I am. What are you going to do to me?"
His hips shifted and what had previously been a losing battle to try to take charge against him became a hopeless one as he pushed on top of her, his weight settling comfortably between her legs. Her very naked legs, wrapped around his still-very-clothed legs. It just wasn't fair, she told herself. Not remotely fair. But she wasn't going to take it lying down. At least, not until she had something inside her.
"Aren't you a little over-dressed for this?" Diana asked, an edge of defiance in her voice. An edge that she hoped desperately he would feel compelled to stifle.
"Shut up," he said, staring at her. There was an edge of threat to his voice, but that wasn't nearly enough, not when there was so many enticing ways that he could follow through on that threat.
"Why don't you make me?"
She didn't know when his weight had shifted, or when his hands had moved, but the feeling of something entering her forced all the air out of her lungs at once.
Alex's fingers wriggled inside her, spreading the walls of her pussy, every movement sending wild shocks of need running through her body. He clicked his jaw again, sending another shock of something else through her. Anticipation, that mixed and mingled erotically with the pleasure that already threatened to overwhelm Diana if she let herself lose control for even an instant.
"That shut you up, didn't it?"
"Shut up and finger-fuck me," she growled. "You were doing so good at it, up til now."
He barked out a laugh and bit into her throat, hard. That didn't send any sparks of pleasure, didn't force all the air out of her chest. No, it forced a loud, low moan out of her that she would have been embarrassed by if there was any way of stopping herself. But she wasn't going to admit defeat any time soon.
"Is that, ohhh, all you've got?" The moan that slipped out of Diana, even as she tried to dare her lover onto more and more extreme stimulation, gave away how rapidly her self-control was slipping. She wouldn't stop him for anything, though, and they both knew it. She needed more, and she would do anything to get it.
His thumb found the stiff, aching nub at the peak of her entrance and rubbed it. He wasn't gentle. Nothing about Alex Blume had been so far, not that she wanted that. Diana's eyes lost focus on the rest of the room, until everything was a blur of colors that had only tenuous connections to the objects they represented.
"You like that, bitch?" Diana shivered.
"Ohh, fuck," she moaned, unable to answer coherently. He smirked and bit down, sucking hard. She knew he would leave a mark and she couldn't motivate herself to care, much less to stop him.
"No, that comes later," he told her. "I want you to tell me when you cum. Can you do that for me?"
"Fuck," she repeated again. "Fuck. I'm..." Her throat tightened up and she lost the words. She forced herself to finish. "Cumming."
Her chest couldn't fill up with enough air, and the pleasure was threatening to overwhelm her completely. He added a third finger, filling her up to what she could only imagine was the brim. Diana's body tensed up as her orgasm grew stronger, building on itself until she didn't know what was going on any more.
Someone far away, someone with a voice that sounded suspiciously like her own, let out a scream, the word 'Cumming' the only thing that Diana could make out. She stiffened again, tightening up. Her entire body hurt with the force of it, her muscles tired and aching and refusing to stop getting tighter and tighter as he refused to let up.
Instead, the sensations only grew stronger, and her need only grew more, until she couldn't remember anything other than the brilliant golden color of his eyes as he looked down at her, and for a third time, he made that predatory click in his jaw.
His hands started to slow, and as they did, Diana's mind started to come back from whatever astral plane she'd gone off to, and she looked up at the billionaire who was leaning over her, his tongue running across the points of his teeth.
His eyes weren't golden, she thought. They were blue. How she'd imagined that, she couldn't begin to know. But Diana had other things on her mind. Other, more important things. Things like how much of his cock she could fit down her throat before she started gagging, and how many times Alex would be able to go before he was finished for the night.
8
The look in Alex's eyes made Diana shiver. She could feel her eyes threatening to roll back up into her head, just from the weight of that lo
ok. She wanted nothing more than to sit there in a subservient puddle on the ground. But he wouldn't accept that and she wasn't going to give it to him and try to hope.
No, she wanted to challenge him, wanted to overwhelm him, wanted to throw him off his balance the way that he had thrown her off of her own. And she wanted to suck his cock, because... come on, right? The most power and dominance she would ever have in the relationship was when she was between his knees and he wanted nothing more than for her to never ever stop.
She had his pants off in a hurry, forcing herself to move perhaps more quickly than she would have felt comfortable with, in the post-orgasmic haze that had overtaken her mind, but it would all be worth it when she had him eating out of her hand. When he needed nothing so much as for her to keep doing what she was doing. The way that she had been made to feel.
His pants caught on the way down his hips, the fabric stretching slightly to accommodate the cock that seemed to sit at just the wrong angle and catch like a hook on the waist of his pants. And then, as she pulled down his underwear along with the trousers, it sprung out and faced her.
It was big, and longer than she'd expected. Perhaps five inches around, as thick as her wrist, and long enough that she severely doubted her ability to take the whole thing in her mouth. Diana wasn't about to back down from a challenge, though, particularly not when she was high on the smell of sex and arousal and the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved to take his hard cock into her mouth.
"God, someone's excited," she said, looking up at him as she wrapped a hand most of the way around his length, giving it an experimental pump. The purple head showed more and more as his uncut foreskin pulled away and down the hard shaft.
"You've got a mouth that's good for many things, Diana, I'm sure. But right now, I'm only interested in one of them, and it's not your opinion."
She shivered at the brazenness of the comment, at the way that he seemed so at ease with the notion that her opinion, her very humanity, didn't matter more than in passing. She knew one thing that did matter to him, though, and she knew full well that she had the ability to deprive him of it any time she wanted.
She pumped his shaft again, enjoying the feeling of it twitching in her hands, and craned her neck forward, her mouth open wide, until the fat head threatened to fill her mouth. But she was very careful about one thing: it never touched her.
She could feel him twitch again in her hand with every hot breath that she let out on his manhood, but a moment later she pulled away, denying herself the chance to taste him. She could feel the sigh of disappointment coming out of him, a sigh that sounded remarkably like victory to her ears.
And then she felt him dig his fingers into her hair and pull her mouth onto him, and she let him do it in spite of herself. In spite of her better interests, in spite of the control that she wanted to take from him. Control she knew that she couldn't have, no matter how much she wanted it. Control she knew she didn't want bad enough to take it from him.
His cock filled her mouth, the silky feel of his flesh on her tongue a pleasant sensation, the taste of it a mix of salt and sex. She relaxed her mouth and let him guide her, and he fucked her face like that until the sensation and the building arousal started to come to a head and her hands started to toy with her pussy as he used her for his own pleasure.
Her body felt practically numb, over-stimulated, but the need was still there, overwhelming her so much that there wasn't much to her any more but the desire to please him and the need to cum, and an inexplicable belief that one would lead to the other.
Alex's cock filled her throat, his fingers digging into her scalp, forcing her to take it deeper, forcing more of it in, and her throat relaxed to allow it until she could feel him pressing past the back of her mouth, her nose coming dangerously close to the carefully-trimmed patch of hair at the base of his cock.
Her fingers moved in a flurry, trying to get any and all the stimulation for her pussy that she could possibly claim, and still it wasn't enough. She let out a frustrated moan, stifled by the fullness of her mouth and her throat, and redoubled her efforts to suck him off. Hoping desperately that all she had to do was please him enough and he would take her all the way, send her a second time into that cascade of arousal that made her lose her sense of self, lose even the most basic control of her body.
He let out a long, low groan of pleasure, his cock stuffed into her throat, choking the air out of her. She needed to breathe, but that was the last thing on her mind. The less air in her head, the more she got that high sensation back, her mind blank and full of pleasure. Her clit hurt, but she needed to cum again, and she was more than willing to abuse herself to get it.
There was a sound somewhere above her, and she realized that it was Alex. He groaned and spasmed and stiffened and as her body started to threaten to shut off anything that wasn't essential for life-support, she felt him shoot a rope of thick cum down her throat, deep enough that it bypassed her sense of taste entirely, except for a vague, heady smell of sex and feeling that she'd done a good job.
He pulled his cock out of her throat and she took in an unsteady breath, her vision blacking out entirely and her body slipping down to the ground. She was happy there. Satisfied. Her body felt good, the orgasm that she'd been craving finally finding her in the stupor of asphyxiation. She wanted it, she needed it, and by God, she had it.
Strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up off the ground, and when she started to come back around to consciousness a minute later she wasn't totally surprised to find her nude body curled up in Alex's lap. She fit in surprisingly well against him, her body molding itself to fit his.
"Good girl," he said. It gave her a sickly pleasure that she wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel about. She knew exactly how she did feel about it, though, and it was more than a little bit humiliating to think how much it pleased her.
"You liked that?"
"I was a little worried about you, for a minute there."
"God, I almost passed out."
"Are you okay, though? Now?"
"I need another minute or two," she said, nestling her head in against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair.
Diana was no virgin, she thought to herself. She'd had a few lovers in the past, of varying experience levels. Some had been good, others were memories she would rather have forgotten.
Nothing had been remotely like this, rough and demanding and insistent. Nothing had been as violent or as violating or as god damned delicious. She let out a satisfied sigh and her vision started to clear again.
As the endorphins started to wear off, as her head started to clear of the lust-induced high, she blinked. Was she this kind of woman? Some kind of kinky, slutty... whatever this was? On the second night after she'd met him?
Diana stood up and then immediately lost her balance and had to catch it again before she went crashing through the coffee table of Alex Blume's hotel suite.
"I shouldn't have done this," she said, blinking, steadying herself. "This was a mistake."
He looked at her mildly. He was attractive, she had to admit that. And she'd never cum so hard in her life, even without his cock ever going inside her. And yet, this was a mistake. He was a client, and IT WAS THE SECOND TIME SHE'D MET HIM, her mind screamed again, as if the first time wasn't clear enough in her mind.
"You don't really think that," he said, but he made no move to stop her from leaving. And though she wouldn't admit it, not under any circumstances, he was right. She didn't really think that. There were a thousand other things she did think, about the implications of what they'd just done.
'Mistake' wasn't one of them. 'Do it again' was, but then again, so was 'slutty,' and 'what will he think of me in the morning,' and those outweighed the part of her brain that thought with her pussy.
"I should go," she said, and started pulling her clothes on. She hoped she would have the sense in her head not to do this again. She hoped more, though, that she wouldn't.
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Diana felt like she was going to throw up, and all it took was imagining the night before. There were a thousand thoughts running through her head about it. And the one thing that rode over all of those thoughts was that she shouldn't want it again. The fact that she did, regardless of what she should do, was like a slap in the face.
It was one that she would do her best to ignore as long as possible, because if she didn't then she was going to have some serious thinking to do about what it said about her.
The other good news was that she didn't have to deal with him again. Sure, she'd gone out to dinner with him, and sure, she'd let him talk her back into his hotel room. Sure, he had attended Dad's funeral. But none of that really meant anything because in the end, he didn't know where she lived, and she wasn't going to be responsible for any other parts of his confusing request to open up a trust somewhere nowhere near his home.
The stack of books on either side of her was a comfort, since it was a familiar element in her life, a life that was quickly becoming far, far too short on familiar elements.
In fact, it was so familiar and so comfortable that she didn't notice the door opening on the other side of the door. It didn't make much noise when it opened, and it didn't draw her attention much, either.
The voice, on the other hand, did draw her attention, as much as she would have liked to continue her reading undisturbed.
"Diana?"
She looked up to see David leaning his head in again, which usually meant trouble. Specifically, it meant that she was going to be treated more like an unpaid intern hoping to get a foot in the door at some television studio, rather than a paid paralegal employee.
"David. Good morning, I'm sorry. I didn't see you come in."
He wore his face in a beard that made him look ridiculous; he looked like a teenager who had just started to grow facial hair, and found it endlessly fascinating. The look of a man with an unkempt goatee was the furthest thing from a powerful legal professional, but there was talk that at some point he was going to make partner. Diana didn't suspect that day would be terribly far away, either.
