Craving It All: The Craving Series

by Cherry Folkes

  I expected him to press forward and enter me, but he carefully lifted me and turned my body, bending me over the cushions.

  I felt his hands on my buttocks. Squeezing the flesh and lightly parting them. Then I felt him push into me from behind.

  As he began to slowly gyrate his hips into me we heard a voice from the wings, “I need those damn cameras on now.” It was a lighting technician trying to get his CCTV working.

  I thought that the sound of the voice might make Parker break away but it seemed to encourage him more. He was holding my hips and thrusting firmly into me. I gripped the cushions and buried my face into the silky materials so that my cries would be muffled.

  His hand found its way around my side and suddenly my left nipple was pinched powerfully and pulled out from my breast on each thrust of his hips. The sensation was incredible. I felt the power of his thrust that made me tingle deep into my belly where the sensation was intensified by the jolts that started in my nipple and also headed straight for my belly.

  When we both came it was as if our bodies were being fed with huge jolts of electricity. We both shuddered as every muscle in our bodies tensed and released and we both finally gained the release from the tension that had built throughout the day.

  I heard the first sounds of the orchestra coming together. The conductor tapped on his lectern and the orchestra went quiet.

  We had seconds before the curtain would rise and we were both naked in the centre of the stage. A huge cloud of dry ice began to swell across the stage.

  We broke apart and began to scrabble about on the stage collecting our discarded clothing.

  The bottom of the curtain began to sway and we both darted for the wings. Just as we slipped behind one of the side curtains a spot light came up on the centre of the stage. We both rocked with laughter as we saw my torn g-string perfectly lit in the centre of the circle of light.

  I slipped my coat over the corset and helped Parker into his trousers and jacket, then we made our way out of the stage door and headed back to the street.

  “Well Parker.” I slipped my arm through his, “How did you enjoy your first stage performance.”

  He was grinning from ear to ear. “You are incredible Evie.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet Parker. Our adventures are only just beginning.”

  That little adventure was going to be hard to top but I loved a really good challenge and when you enjoy your job as much as I do…

  …Anything is possible.

  Craving Control – an erotic romance

  In the Line of Duty

  Life is good.

  I really landed on my feet when I got a job working for Parker. Parker is rich, really wealthy. Billionaire rich.

  He is also ridiculously good looking.

  The businesses he inherited pretty much run themselves; he has good managers in place. He has a team of lawyers that oversee his interests, but that pretty much leaves him with very little to do.

  He spends hours in his gym with a personal trainer. That has left him with a body that is youthful and tight, covered with muscle but toned rather than bulging. His stomach has well defined abs, his shoulders are strong, his torso a sculpted V shape. He is intelligent and witty with sharp, pale green eyes that miss nothing.

  All in all he is the complete package.

  So where do I come into this?

  Parker is bored… and he employed me to alleviate that boredom.

  For as long as I can remember I have made up fantasies in my head. I take people that I pass in the street and I imagine what it would be like to seduce them, or for them to take me. The fantasies are getting hotter and more vivid and they have also taken a particular turn. Recently I have noticed that I am taking more control, I am becoming more dominant and I am as turned on by the dominance as I am by the actual sex.

  Parker loves my imagination. He enjoys hearing about the fantasies that I create for him and he particularly enjoys it when I make them come alive. I think he particularly enjoyed our last adventure together; I had managed to incorporate elements of danger into the fantasy after I discovered that Parker was excited by the thought of being caught while having sex in a public place. Thinking about it now, I also managed to make myself dominant in the fantasy, forcing Parker to obey my instructions or face consequences.

  I know Parker had enjoyed it because he paid me a really big bonus after the adventure. My contract includes a very generous salary, a clothing and expenses allowance, time off after every assignment and a bonus if Parker particularly enjoys the adventure.

  Parker always enjoys my adventures.

  This time my bonus was $100,000. That’s how much Parker appreciates my skills.

  I decided to use some of that bonus and my time off to take a short break, and that’s where I am now sitting back on a tropical beach with a cocktail.

  Of course my mind is still as active as ever. In my head I have already seduced the cocktail waiter and the husband of a stuck up bitch sitting the other side of the pool.

  He was really grateful.

  Now I have my eyes on a law enforcer who I have seen patrolling the beach side bars every day. I can see him now just beginning to stroll along the front of the bars and shops, scrutinizing all the people. He seems to particularly scrutinize the women in bikinis.

  Wouldn’t it be just delicious to lead that lawman to somewhere more private?

  I can imagine catching his eye. I look pretty hot in my bikini. My breasts are full and round and the material of my bikini is minimal, mainly straps with tiny pieces of material that barely covers my nipples. He would certainly notice me.

  I would get him to follow my peach shaped arse and lead him away from the crowds to somewhere we would not be disturbed. I think he would have hands that would rove over my body as much as his eyes do.

  “Just stand up against the wall Miss. I believe you may have stolen from a shop and I am going to need to frisk you.”

  I would turn away from him and rest my hands on the wall above my head. Then I would feel his hands lightly stroke the naked flesh on my sides. His hands pat and stroke the flesh across my tight stomach, and then slowly move up until they curve under my breasts, the fingers spreading out and he takes a breast firmly in each hand and gently massages them. My nipples begin to harden and he feels the tight little buds in the palms of his hands.

  One of his hands begins to probe inside my bikini, his fingers stroking my nipple and then closing around it. The other hand has left my breast and is making its way down across my belly and pushing into my bikini bottom, stroking the tiny strip of hair that leads down.

  “Officer.” I pretend to protest, “Is this absolutely necessary?”

  “I’m afraid so Miss, you would be surprised at the places people hide things.” His hand probes further and one finger begins to open me, feeling my moistness and making me wetter.

  Now it is time to turn the tables.

  My policeman has been in control far too long. I turn and face him; I can see lustful hunger in his eyes as I begin to soften him ready for my move. My eyes lock onto his and I allow the tip of my tongue to move across my lips. He thinks he has struck gold.

  I put one manicured nail onto his chest, “I find lawmen so powerful and sexy.” My hand moves slowly down his chest and settles at waist level.

  Then in one move I swiftly take his speed cuffs, snapping one side to his wrist and the other to a railing that runs along the wall. At the same time I pull his cuff key from his belt with my other hand and toss it out of reach.

  The lust has gone from his eyes as he frantically looks from his wrist to the railing and then across at his key lying in the dirt several feet away.

  Now he is mine.

  “Oops, silly me I’ve dropped your keys. Would you like me to fetch them for you?”

  I stroke his baton seductively and pout close to his face so that he can feel my warm breath. He tries to take my wrist with his free hand but I pull away. “Naugh
ty! I think you are going to need to learn to do as you are told if you want me to be nice and fetch your keys.”

  I take my phone from my bag and take a few photos, including a selfie with me planting a kiss on his cheek.

  “You wouldn’t want these photos to make their way back to your sergeant would you?”

  He is strong and silent but I can see the panic in his eyes and the control I now have over him is exhilarating.

  I walk over to him and press my hand firmly on the front of his trousers, closing my fingers on his manhood through the material.

  He misinterprets what is happening and tries to move his free hand onto my breast.

  “No” I bark at him sharply. “That is not how this is going to work. From now on you only do what I tell you to do. If I allow you to touch me you will be very grateful and you will thank me. Is that clear?”

  “yes”

  “yes what.”

  “Yes Miss.”

  “No officer, that is not respectful. You will call me Madam.”

  “Yes Madam.”

  “Good. Now open your shirt.”

  I take a firm grip on his nipple and gave it a twist as I pull it out, “Do you like this?”

  “Yes Madam. Thank you Madam.” And I could see in his eyes that he really was enjoying it. There was tension and a little fear around his eyes but when I look deeply into his eyes I could see passion. Deep in those beautiful brown eyes there was hope that he was going to get more.”

  I pull his trousers open and release his hardening rod. He is really well formed; it is true what they say about black guys.

  “Who told you that you could get erect?”

  “Sorry madam. I can’t stop it Madam. You are too beautiful Madam.”

  “That is very good. I think you deserve a reward.” I pull my bikini top to one side and offer my nipple to his mouth, “You may lick it”

  His tongue flickers over my nipple sending little jolts of pleasure into my body. I reach down and curl my fingers around his erection and he gasps with pleasure. His mouth closes on my nipple and it tingles as he sucks, but I take it away.

  “No. I said you can lick. I never gave you permission to suck.” I return the nipple to his lips and his tongue flicks out flicking my nipple and then circling it. I set up a slow steady rhythm on his shaft which grows still further until it is impossibly thick.

  When I break away from him his face falls. He is craving more. He will do anything I say.

  “Kneel in front of me.” He struggles to kneel with his hand still firmly cuffed but eventually he is on his knees with one hand still stretched up.

  “Now pleasure me.” I pull my bikini bottom to the side and offer myself to him. He uses his tongue to probe and explore me. His eyes look up gratefully. I let him lick me until I am so wet that I run into his mouth then I pull away.”

  “Thank you Madam.”

  In the distance I can hear voices. I have a cocktail to return to. “You have been good. You may have the key.”

  Thank you Madam. May I serve you again Madam?”

  I threw the key so that it is just within his reach and begin to stride away. “Maybe I will have use for you again.”

  I love creating fantasies but now I need to get back to work. I need to be thinking about the next fantasy for Parker.

  Persuading Parker

  My time at the beach was over. Actually I could have stayed a few more days but I was actually beginning to miss my work. Somebody once said that when you find work you love you will never work another day in your life.

  I know exactly what they meant. I was looking forward to getting back to my office. I was looking forward to making plans and I was looking forward to working with Parker once more.

  As I settled back in my business class seat and the plane began to move swiftly down the runway I started to consider how the adventure would continue.

  Parker loved to be teased, so I would need to incorporate an element of teasing. I would need to find ways to get him excited and then make him wait. He also liked the danger. To be in a heightened state of arousal in a place that was not private. Where there was a danger of being caught.

  My plane touched down mid morning and I decided to head straight for the office. As I got out of the cab and looked up at the gleaming glass structure I felt a thrill rocket through me. What a contrast that was to the first time I approached the building with a feeling of trepidation thinking I was to be interviewed for an admin job.

  Lindy looked up from reception as I entered the building, “Thank goodness you’re back. He’s been like a bear with a sore head while you’ve been away.”

  I really liked Lindy now, she had become a very close friend and we loved to spend time together shopping, going for coffee or a few glasses of fizz and chatting about men – but never about Parker, that would be crossing a professional line. It amused me to think how intimidating I had found her when I first arrived for my interview, she seemed so glamorous.

  “Hi Lindy. Have you had a good week? Let me know when you are free for a girl’s night.” I made my pleasantries as I moved across the foyer to the bank of lifts.

  Lift number 6 was always available. It only went to the penthouse suite so very few people used it.

  As I walked out of the lift and entered the corridor lined with fine art I felt like I was coming home. I stroked the edge of a Kandinsky original as I walked past it. That was my Kandinsky. Parker had given it to me as a bonus for passing the interview. It was worth millions and he gave it to me like he was handing over a candy bar. I had decided to keep it hanging at the office; for one thing I would be worried about security if I took it to my apartment and for another I probably looked at it and appreciated it more seeing it hanging in the corridor that now led to my office. It was a reminder of that interview day that changed my whole life.

  I crossed the corridor and tapped on Parker’s office door before walking in.

  Parker had his back to me and was staring out of the windows that covered one wall of his office.

  As he swivelled round on his chair I saw his face light up as he realised it was me. Parker always looked delighted to see me and I loved being appreciated.

  “Evie, you’re back early. Tell me about your trip. Did you meet anyone interesting?”

  He kept his voice light but I knew he was really enquiring about any relationships that I might have enjoyed while I was away.

  “Parker really. You know I go away to recharge my batteries and nothing else. It takes me a few days to recover after one of our adventures.” I was wearing a pair of tailored trousers and I moved my hand seductively along the line that ran from my inner thigh to my hip, pouting seductively to let him know what sort of recovery I was talking about.

  “Now let’s get down to business. I’m sure you will want to know what I have planned for you this time.”

  “Not this time Evie, this time I get to plan for you.”

  This was another reason I like working with Parker. He could be so unpredictable. I had spent much of my flight back planning a fantasy that would have me in control. Giving Parker challenges and ensuring he was at a height of arousal before he was offered any relief. Now he switches things as soon as I walk in.

  Our relationship was like a tug of war. Two teams manoeuvring to take advantage and the power shifting from one side to another.

  “You describe a fantasy to me and I will put everything in place to make it happen.” He smiled that boyish grin that portrayed his enthusiasm and lust for life.

  I considered for a few moments. That dark side of me was bubbling just under the surface. Was Parker ready for my ultimate fantasy yet? In my head I could see me dressed in leather and ready to dominate. I wanted Parker, the rich powerful Parker to be submissive and to bend to my every demand. But I wanted him to really want that. He had to be a willing submissive and I wasn’t sure he was ready to admit that was something he would really enjoy.

  I decided that my ultimate dream co
uld wait. I would be in control on the next adventure and Parker might be ready by then. Perhaps this adventure could be more about romance – with just a little power play.

  “You know me Parker I like to travel. I would just love to be whisked away. To be taken to somewhere I have never visited; to experience a new city and experience you in that city. How about Paris, it is supposed to be the most romantic city in the world?”