Craving It All: The Craving Series

by Cherry Folkes

  “That was very very naughty Evie” Parker walked over to close the boardroom doors but didn’t bother to try to rearrange his clothes. He stood erect and proud and protruding from the front of his trousers.

  He returned to my side.

  I expected him to lift me onto the table and push my skirt up to my waist so that he could gain the access that he had been denied earlier, but once more Parker was full of surprises.

  He did lift me out of my seat but instead of bending me over the table he sat and pulled me down so that I was across his knees.

  “I think for being so naughty you deserve to be spanked.”

  He slowly worked my skirt up my legs until my buttocks were exposed. For a moment he massaged the flesh of my cheeks but hen he slightly parted my legs and spanked me with just enough force to make my skin tingle.

  Initially I wasn’t too sure how to react. It seemed so primitive. He was behaving in such a macho way. But when I heard him ask if I liked it I heard my self saying that I did and I wanted him to do it a little harder.

  He alternated between spanking my cheeks and rubbing them. His fingers began to probe a little deeper each time he massaged my buttocks.

  Then his other hand was working its way into my jacket where it found my naked breasts. With one hand he probed into me and with the other he played with my nipples and gently squeezed my breasts.

  Then he did what I thought he was going to do at first.

  He lifted me easily from his lap and placed me face down onto the table.

  He stood behind me for a moment and arranged my legs.

  I tried to move away but he held me forcefully. It was magnificent.

  Once he had me just as he wanted he entered me and we put that table under a strain that it had never felt before.

  The surface was polished and smooth and he used its shine to full advantage. He held my hips and slid me back towards him each time he thrusted forward.

  On this occasion he was in full control, but that made me more determined to carry through a plan for an adventure that had been forming in my head.

  He might be playing the big strong caveman now. But I was remembering each and every move that he had made and he was going to get each one returned.

  For now I just took pleasure in his performance. I felt him swell inside and I knew that was not going to be time for any other business.

  The Pleasure is all mine

  The experience in the board room gave me a lot to think about.

  Even after I left the building I felt a shudder of pleasure each time I thought about Parkers dominant performance.

  One part of me enjoyed feeling his physical strength. The feeling of his hand on my buttocks had increased the sexual pleasure I felt when he eventually pinned me to the table and took me from behind.

  But there was part of me that wanted to regain control. I wanted to show that I was every bit as strong and able to take command and I really wanted to have Parker under my command so that I could direct how our next adventure would turn out.

  I had been doing a lot of research into the world of BDSM. I knew that some of what I had seen and read about excited me. But I wasn’t looking to adopt that lifestyle.

  You may call me greedy but I wanted it all.

  Sometimes I wanted to be the dominatrix and have Parker as my willing submissive. He would be my slave and would do anything that I required.

  Sometimes I wanted him to be masterfully in control. I wanted him to tear at my clothes and pin me down. I wanted him to use those toned muscles to overpower me and I wanted him to take me just like he had taken me today in the board room.

  And sometimes I didn’t want power to come into our love making at all. I wanted us to be equal and to enjoy each other in an act of tender loving. I wanted to appreciate him and in return I wanted to be appreciated.

  In just a few days it was my turn to plan our weekend adventures.

  I considered a trip abroad but decided that my plans were about what was to happen and not where we were going to be.

  I also kept thinking about that board room. There was something about the formality of the room that made me want to experience it again.

  The next time I sat through one of those boring board meetings I wanted images of the room being used in a very different way firmly in my head. I had stored up the pictures of being spanked and then bent over the huge table but there was so much more that could be done on that table with a little imagination.

  And my imagination did not stop at the table. The chairman sat on a rather ornate chair with a carved arms and a high back. It seemed a perfect piece of furniture to tie Parker to, and wouldn’t it be fun watching the chairman sitting in formal control of the room on a chair that had last been used to enjoy a little bondage.

  I went to the building manager and insisted on the keys to the board room. I gave very strict instructions that I was the only person to be allowed access to the room until after the weekend.

  I then went to work gathering the things I was going to need.

  It was quite hard work taking all the things to the room. I carefully locked the room after each delivery. I don’t think the board chairman would survive seeing some of the temporary additions to the room.

  Once I had equipped the room I stood back and surveyed my work. A little voice in my head tried to get me to change my mind. It tried to convince me that I wasn’t like that. I could hear it nagging that I just wanted to have fun and the straps and restraints should remain in my fantasies.

  But there was a passionate part of me that knew I really did want to carry on. I knew that I would also enjoy being with Parker in many other ways but tonight I was going to be in control. Parker was going to bend to my every whim.

  I slipped along the corridor to my office. Parker’s whole world was centred on the penthouse suite of this office block. He had his own office, his apartment next to his office, the boardroom and the offices of his assistants along the same corridor. That was something that was going to need to change. I made a mental note that Parker and I would start house hunting on Monday. Our life together was not going to be contained on one floor of one building.

  In my office I had already laid out several outfits.

  I considered dressing as the efficient business woman in a dark suit and white blouse. I could tie my hair up in a severe bun so that I could loosen it and shake it out at the appropriate moment. I even had a pair of very severe looking glasses to complete the outfit.

  I had a pale pant suit with jacket lapels that plunged sharply from my shoulders to my navel. It would look really sharp with nothing underneath it. I stripped to the waist and tried on the jacket. The effect was good; with the two button fastened my breasts were only just contained. That jacket would have Parker begging before I had even crossed the room.

  The final outfit had been my favourite from the start and if I had been more honest with myself there would have been no reason to have bought the others. It was a bit of a parody of a business suit but I thought that just emphasised that the whole fantasy was about having fun.

  The skirt was ridiculously short and would have looked slutty if it had not been teamed the formality of a suit jacket. I had a stern blouse to go under the jacket and under that a bra that delicately supported me by cupping the underside of my breasts but failed to cover my nipples. The whole outfit worked because of the contrasts. It started with the sensually short skirt to show my long legs off to their full advantage. I knew Parker would be drawn to my legs first and as his eyes moved up his mood would be changed when he saw the jacket and blouse but then as I loosened my clothes he would see the outrageously sexy bra and his hormones would start firing off their messages again.

  I knew the whole thing just worked.

  I dressed carefully. Of course I wore nothing under the skirt. That was guaranteed to fire up Parkers starter motor.

  Once I was ready I listened at my door to make sure the floor was deserted. It was a Friday eve
ning so I was pretty confident that no-one would be working late. When I was sure that we were alone on the floor I slipped across and let myself into Parker’s apartment.

  I could hear him in the shower.

  That could not have been more perfect. My head immediately conjured up pictures of him naked and vulnerable. I saw him being led around the penthouse suite with water still dripping from his body. I lingered for a moment at the image of his body. He had naturally very smooth skin and that just went to emphasise the muscle tone even more. I was particularly keen on the line around his shoulders and upper arm, but there was also a great curve from the small of his back into the sculptured muscles of his buttocks.

  I checked the pocket of my jacket to make sure the speedy cuffs were ready. I had come across some difficulty obtaining the cuffs; they were police issue and were designed to snap shut and lock with one tap on the wrists of the person that needed to be restrained. A friend of mine on the force would be in big trouble if I didn’t get them back to her by Monday morning.

  I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. The shower cubicle was steamed up and Parker was not aware that I was there.

  No problem. I could wait.

  Through the steamed up glass I caught glimpses of his body as he moved about. I particularly enjoyed watching him soap his torso, making large circular movements across his stomach before diving down and beginning to clean his cock and balls.

  I grunted a little sigh of pleasure, watching him carefully make himself clean so that I could make him dirty again.

  Finally he turned the water off.

  There was a brief pause and then a cloud of steam surged across the bathroom ceiling as he opened the shower doors.

  He froze when he saw me. I was standing on the other side of the room leaning casually against the door frame.

  As I predicted his eyes started low on my legs and then travelled up, pausing at the hem of my skirt before opening a little in shock as he took in the more formal top half.

  Eventually he looked into my eyes.

  I didn’t say a word.

  I held my position by the door for a moment then I walked slowly towards him, taking long slow steps.

  I gave the cuffs one final check in my pocket then I reached out and put both my arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss.

  I allowed his hands to run up the sides of my legs and discover my naked buttocks. I gave him a brief moment to gently squeeze and feel he was in control.

  Then I took him by the wrists and moved his hands together in front of him. He didn’t feel the cold steel until the locks snapped closed.

  There was a momentary flash of surprise that passed over his eyes before the realisation hit him and I saw a moment of pleasure in his expression.

  The cuffs were joined by a solid steel section designed to be held by the police officer. My friend had demonstrated how easy it was to lead a captive around by the cuffs. They were not uncomfortable to wear as long as the captive was compliant, but a sharp twist would be enough to put anyone on the floor if they resisted.

  I easily led Parker out of the shower and into his apartment.

  Still not a single word had passed between us.

  This moment was all about physical, sensual, pleasure.

  Once we were standing on the thick carpet of his living room I gave some very light pressure to the cuffs and Parker dropped to his knees.

  I took a handful of his wet hair in my hand and made him look up at me.

  Then I slowly released his head and lifted the edge of my skirt just a few inches. It was enough to show him that I had removed the narrow strip of hair that I usually kept. For this fantasy I was cleanly shaved.

  Parkers head surged forward and he buried his face into me. I could feel the water from his shower running down my thighs.

  I used the cuffs to move him back.

  “That is much too soon Parker. Tonight you only go there when you are invited. In fact you only go anywhere or do anything when you are invited.

  I knew that this was just play but I could feel the exhilaration of getting into the role. He nodded his agreement.

  “You may call me Madam or Mistress.”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  Once again I made use of the cuffs to encourage him to stand, and then I led him to the door that led out into the corridor.

  I felt his body tense and pull back as I opened the door.

  I held the cuffs more firmly and turned back to him.

  “I decide where you go this evening Parker. If you resist again you will be punished. Actually you deserve to be punished straight away. Turn around and bend over.”

  Without hesitation he complied. He bent in front of me and touched his toes. The muscles rippled up his legs. I took a short leather strap from my other pocket and used it to spank his bare buttocks.

  “You need to thank me when I correct you.”

  “Thank you mistress.”

  “Now we are going to take a walk around the floor. If you resist again I will take you down to the reception area and we will walk around there.”

  I took a grip on the cuffs once more and led him out of the door.

  I was keen for him to see the toys I had arranged in the board room but I took a moment to play with his discomfort and led him along the corridor.

  I was surprised at just how much the power was exciting me. I had fantasised many times about using restraints and dominating a man but the reality was far better.

  Finally I led him towards the board room.

  Once again I felt some resistance. Clearly he held that room in some reverence. It was a place of formality and business, a symbol of respectability.

  “I have warned you once about disobedience. I think I know how to encourage you to behave.”

  I slipped a small silk noose from my pocket and before Parker could move I slipped it over his semi hardening shaft and around the back of his balls.

  The noose was soft but the material was strong. It tightened slightly as I gave it a small tug.

  Parker gave no further resistance as I led him into the room.

  “Very good Parker, we wouldn’t want to restrict the blood supply to our friend would we.”

  I held him in my hand and stroked him gently.

  Parker surveyed the room with his mouth open. I had made a few changes.

  There were straps leading from the legs of the huge table and meeting in the middle of the table.

  The chairman’s grand chair had also gained a few restraining straps; one on each of the arms, two more for restraining legs and a final strap that could hold the head of anyone sitting in the chair.

  There was a collection of whips, paddles and toys arranged around the table.

  The scene had the effect that I desired.

  I watched Parkers emotions flit across his face. I could see intrigue, bewilderment, a moment of fear, passion and above all enthusiasm.

  I led him first to the chairman’s chair.

  I knew this would be like breaking a taboo for Parker. It was a symbol of power. No other user of the room would ever dare sit on the chair.

  “Sit down Parker.”

  He sat on the edge of the chair.

  “Sit right back in the chair.”

  He moved back.

  “What will you be thinking at the next board meeting Parker; knowing that your naked arse has caressed the leather of the chairman’s cushion.

  I gripped his thighs and moved him on the leather, making his buttocks slide across the slippery seat cushion.

  He closed his eyes in pleasure; partly enjoying the sensual feel of the soft pliant leather but also enjoying the knowledge that he was defiling the seat of the most powerful man in the company.

  I pulled my short skirt up a little further and sat astride his legs.

  How would the chairman feel if he knew you had sucked nipple in his chair.

  A look of bliss crossed over his face.

  Slowly and deliberately I released
the hand cuffs and used the bonds to secure his arms securely to the chair.

  Once he was firmly secured I opened my jacket and slowly unbuttoned my blouse.

  The tiny balconette bra did its job magnificently. I was already aroused and my pink nipples pressed out above the satin material.

  Parker pressed his head forward and his tongue flicked the tip of my nipple.

  I drew back, “No Parker. Not until you are invited.

  I pushed his head back onto the chair and pulled the head strap across his forehead. It excited me more that he put up a little resistance.