by Taylor Shade
He stuffs my panties in his suit jacket pocket and sits up, leaning forward. His nose is right at my crotch.
“Eyes forward,” he directs.
I stand up tall, shoulders back, and fixate on a point in his huge kitchen. Fine white cabinets with glass inlays surround a huge island with its own sink in the middle of a vast mesa of black marble countertop.
Abruptly, I feel his hot breath on my pussy. I shake, goose bumps erupting all over my body. A dam bursts down below as he lightly places his hands on the outside of my hips, almost stroking my skin but not quite, only grazing me just barely.
The heat and electricity from his fingertips set all the fine hairs on my skin alive. I’m so aware of his so-near presence, the anticipation of touch so powerful. I steal a glance downwards.
“Eyes forward,” growls his voice like a denizen of the netherworld.
I snap to attention, re-fixing my stare on the island in the center of the kitchen.
His hot breath continues its cruel tease right outside my streaming folds. He opens his mouth and exhales sharply. The heat hits me like a light switch flipping upward.
Lick me! God, just lick my pussy! Come on! Lick it!
But he doesn’t. Bastard. He knows he’s driving me crazy. How does he have such self-control? My goose bumps have become tingles of rapt desire, thrilling impulses dancing all around my aching-to-be-touched skin.
I want to shove my hips into his face, feel the hot wet union of his mouth and my clit.
But it doesn’t happen. He just continues this torture.
Shit! Fuck! Goddamn! I’m dying here... Do something!
Next thing I know he’s standing up, blocking my view of the kitchen. The city skyline from the window catches the fine lines in his deep blue irises, lighting them up with a ghostly glow.
Then he’s at my breasts, his mouth gliding over my left nipple, then my right. Did he touch them? I can barely tell. All I know is both have become hard in aroused anticipation.
He inhales in the spot between my breasts, stirring my skin.
I can’t take much more of this. I seriously need to be touched, licked, kissed, fucked... something! Some goddamned thing!
He moves down to my belly button and continues the full-body tease. Almost touching, but not touching.
I close my eyes and put my head back. I feel like I’m going to explode. I’m tempted to grab his head and shove his mouth onto my pussy, but something prevents me from doing it.
Somehow, I know that if I follow his commands I will experience something amazing.
He stands up tall. I open my eyes.
“Turn around,” he growls.
I do exactly as his velvety dark voice commands, a willing slave to his resonant tones.
His nose and mouth graze over my shoulders and the top of my back. I shudder again, all over this time.
I close my eyes, convincing myself to relax and enjoy this. No man has ever treated me like this.
“Your body is perfect,” he says. “So fucking hot. I want to savor it all night. All its delightful aromas, all its succulent tastes.”
“Mmmm,” I say with hesitation, unsure of how to respond.
“Say, ‘yes, counsel.’ That’s what I’m referred to in court. And it’s true. I’m your counsel.”
“Yes, counsel.” At the words I twitch.
God, this is too good. It’s like a movie. No, it’s better than a movie. It’s like porn or an erotic novel. No, it’s even better than that. It’s real. It’s my own private sex booth, providing just the fantasy I’ve always wanted. So good. So real. I so feel it right now, throbbing and pulsating inside me, all around me.
This man has control of me, and I love it. I give it to him, knowing and believing that a higher form of ecstasy is on its way to me through his steely grin, magnetic eyes, and husky voice.
His breath is at the center of my back now, tendrils of electric heat announcing his presence to my skin.
“Nice tattoo,” he says as he finds my tramp stamp. “See, I knew there was a dirty girl underneath all those proper outfits.”
It was a drunken night with Natasha, so long ago now. We both got one. It’s the only tattoo I ever even considered, a generic tribal design that I thought was sexy.
I remember feeling so horrible and regretful about it the next day, like I had betrayed my own upbringing and crossed a line. I’ve often thought about having it removed.
But now, as Drake Concord’s steamy filthy mouth grazes over the desecrated spot, I again feel the sweet sting as the ink injects itself painfully into me. I again feel the naughty delight of knowing I’m branding myself. I again feel the excitement of letting the world know, even if it’s hidden under layers of clothing, that I am a sexual woman.
A wave passes through my body, dancing up into my scalp and down to my feet. My fists clench and my toes curl.
The truth is I have denied myself as a sexual being. I have kept myself back, hiding behind a prim and proper veneer.
But here, naked in front of this near-stranger, I feel more liberated than I have ever felt. At this moment, I am a truly carnal being, traveling in the sky on waves of hedonistic excitement.
And all this just from the near-touch... not even a full touch... from this glorious slab of man who knows how to take me there.
God, who am I? I don’t even know, but I love the new me. I love this. I love alighting on this licentious breeze, its entrails dancing all around me as a rivulet of hot breath hits the top of my ass crack.
All my resistance is gone. I’m a steamy, melted pile of girl flesh. His hot exhalations are at my ass, all around my ass, sending a blaze of desire all around... up and down... side to side... past my taint... right up into my pussy.
The sensation is alive, vibrant, and unique. Every cell, every nerve, every follicle is alert and charged with tense vitality.
SEVEN
Drake
Goddamn, she’s so fucking hot! I want to take this body and shove my cock so hard and fast up her ass that she screams in exquisite pain.
But I know she’s not ready for that. Her body’s scents tell me all I need to know, transmitting to me the exact frequency she’s on right now. And how long it’s going to take me to free her into the fully alive sexual creation she is capable of becoming.
Fifty days.
The words flash across my eyes with neon alacrity.
Fuck.
That’s not a reminder I need right now, that ugly voice giving me an ultimatum on the phone.
The very reason I sought out the paralegal temp Sloane Kenner was because I needed her tempting beauty to make me forget the confrontation I had earlier today.
With her.
The evil bitch stood there, taunting me, telling me I have fifty days to complete the assignment she gave me. She even had the fucking audacity to say “I have you by the balls, Jared.”
Fucking bitch. I’m not Jared anymore! I’m Drake Concord! I haven’t been Jared in years. She can’t do this to me. She won’t do this to me! I won’t let her!
I slide my tongue down Sloane’s left ass cheek, shoving the picture of evil out of my mind. My tongue presses hard into the back of her thighs.
She trembles, her body in a shuddering state of confusion as she attempts to process what I’m doing to her.
“Have some wine,” I say. “Then get on your knees.” She reaches to pick up the glass, but I slap her hand away. “Don’t forget to acknowledge me!”
“Yes, counsel,” she says timidly, then picks up the glass and gulps down the entire glass of wine.
“Good girl,” I say as I get up, find the bottle, and pour her another.
When I return, she is on the floor facing me on her knees.
“No,” I say. “Other way around.”
“Yes, counsel.”
She’s growing into her role, becoming more compliant. I’m really impressed with this one.
I don’t remember the last time I was so impressed.
“Like this what?”
“Like this, counsel?”
“Not quite. Hands on the floor too.”
She follows my order, placing both hands on my expensive rug.
My cock is nearly jumping off my body at the chance to get inside her. She is an amazing sight, the city lights highlighting her soft supple figure, her glorious curves, her dark crevices.
My God, I need to fuck her soon. And hard.
But she needs the pleasure of my hands first.
“Close your eyes,” I say.
“Yes, counsel.”
EIGHT
Sloane
I don’t get it. I really don’t understand why being here on the floor on all fours is so exciting to me. So primal. So dirty. All I know is that my blood is boiling, rushing around to my extremities.
I’m on a glorious sharp edge of happy rapture, feeling a rush of freedom like none I have ever known.
None of it makes sense to me, but I stop trying to figure it out, losing myself in the silence of being completely under the control of Drake Concord.
Then...
Oh my God!
He finally touches me. His hands caress my ass.
I’m so happy I want to scream. I inhale loudly as my pussy throbs at the electric spark of his touch on the very outside of my hips and down the sides of my thighs.
“Such a beautiful ass you have,” he says, his tone awash with the sound of lust.
Abruptly, his hands grab my thighs and push them together. With his tongue, he draws a straight line where my legs meet directly up to my pussy.
He licks me hard in one hard swish that travels all the way from my clit, past my pussy lips, up and over my taint, firm on my asshole, and up and over my ass crack with a flourish.
“Goddamn, you taste good,” he says.
I swear if he does that again I’m going to come. I’m so tormented, my mind and body fused into such a swirling vortex of animal desire. I’m like a ticking orgasm bomb, ready to go off at the slightest touch.
Whack!
Oh my God! Did he? Did he just...?
Whack!
Yes! Oh my God, yes! He just spanked me.
What is that noise?
It’s ME! I’m making a whimpering sound.
“Mmmm,” he says. “You like that. I knew you’d like that.”
I’m about to say ‘yes, counsel’ when his hand crashes onto my ass in another fierce slap. Harder this time, his fingers stinging my pussy lips with his blow, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the room.
I scream.
I just can’t help it.
I can’t explain it either. It’s like I’ve been transported someplace else, to a floating cloud of dark wicked paradise.
If anyone had told me two days ago that I would be in a gorgeous man’s penthouse apartment overlooking the city, on my hands and knees on the floor getting spanked, I wouldn’t have believed it.
And yet here I am.
Whack!
Oh my fucking God, so good!
“I’m so delighted with you,” he growls. “You are such a good girl. And you are mine, all mine.”
Mine.
Ooooh, I love the way he says that. He means it. He didn’t read it in a book or see it in a movie somewhere. This man is real. He really wants to own me, to control me.
And I so want to be dominated like this!
The whacks come faster now, and harder. With each one, I fall deeper and deeper into a delightful delirium.
NINE
Drake
Her perfect ass is red as a beet now. As it should be. She’s writhing and moaning, on the edge of losing control.
There is nothing I so crave as to make a woman feel like this... protected, unchained from others’ prejudices, and free enough to allow herself to indulge in the sweet pain of submissive freedom.
With each slap to her ass, she lets out a little yelp of joy. I’m not sure if she even knows she’s doing it because I can tell she’s gone into a zone.
Just you wait, baby. This is just the first zone. There are so many more to come.
As I admire her rear, her sweet little pucker of an asshole winks up at me.
It knows what it wants, regardless of her protestations that she never does anything anal.
Just to prove it, I lean down and swish my tongue over the tight little hole, then press inside in one hard whoosh. The little pink star of dirty joy opens right up.
I knew it.
She screams and looks back at me with a face that’s trying to look mean, but her body betrays her. Her little asshole is in a full-on wink frenzy, delighted at my intrusion.
But that’s for another night. We have plenty of time. Now it’s time to give her a reward for being such a good girl.
I get up and pour myself another scotch, then I stand in front of her.
“Rise but stay on your knees and face me,” I say. “And have some more wine.”
“Yes, counsel,” she says.
She straightens up, walks on her knees to the coffee table, and slurps down the entire glass of wine.
“Easy there, tiger,” I say. “We’re going out for dinner after this so I don’t want you to get all sloppy on me now.”
“Yes, counsel.”
Her eyes are hooded, her breathing sharp. A thin sheen of sweat has broken out all over her. So delicious.
I’m almost tempted to lick it all off her, but I stick to my decision.
“It is time for your reward,” I say. “Take down my pants.”
I almost laugh at the happy brightness that spreads over her face at the thought of her new directive.
Greedily, she moves forward and reaches up to my belt buckle. She get my pants undone and they fall to the floor, my fully engorged cock flopping out toward her like a missile.
She closes her eyes and brushes past my balls with her lips.
TEN
Sloane
I can’t help it. I want it so much. I want to please it, to lick it, to suck it, to feel its strength in my mouth, in my pussy.
That’s why I can’t help but graze his balls with my mouth. They’re high and strong, round globes of pure man under a glorious tower of pure pleasure above me.
But he reaches down and squeezes my mouth sideways, pressing my lips open with a harsh grip.
“Did I say you could touch it yet?” he says.
His look is fierce, his voice a grind of rocky anger.
“You do not get your prize until I say so. If you do that again, you will not get your prize.”
I nod.
“Say, ‘yes, counsel.’“
“Yes, counsel.”
God, I hope I didn’t lose my chance to get that cock in me. I can’t believe that I actually believe that, but with this man I do.
All the men I’ve ever known treat me as the prize. Some have pretended they’re the prize, but any girl can see through that. This one means it. I seriously believe that if he decided, he could zip up his pants and walk out of here in an assured self-control, denying me the cock I so crave.
My ex-boyfriends were just the opposite. They were so obvious and not in control of themselves. They would do anything to get off.
Not this man. Drake Concord is ruthlessly powerful, so fully in charge of his own self with a throbbing rock-hard erection. There is something so enormously erotic about the very thought of a man with such steely-eyed resolve.
“Good,” he says, letting go of my mouth.
Then he stares at me, hammering my eyes with his harsh pupils in their seas of blue lit by the glittering metropolis outside.
We stay like that for a few moments.
“You may now ask permission to suck my cock,” he says.
“May I suck your cock, counsel?” I say.
I so can’t believe I’m actually saying these words, and yet I sooooo love saying them.
He makes me wait ag
ain, smirking cruelly down at me.
“Yes,” he says.
Gingerly, I move forward with my mouth open wide.
Finally! Oh my God, yes!
I almost dissolve in delight as my lips close around that manly head. I slurp my tongue around it, feeling the ridge underneath and all the way around.
Then I take him all the way in, this time moving him to the back of my throat without gagging.
“Good girl,” he says. “Look up at me.”
I open my eyes and look at his face.
ELEVEN
Drake
Now there’s a perfect sight! Her glowing eyes in the dark staring up at me as my dick glides back and forth over those rich full red lips.
She turns on some suction, but she’s sloppy about it. She still needs some education, this girl.
But that’s exactly what I like about her. She’s so non-pro. For a man like me, that’s so wonderfully refreshing.
I could come now, but I don’t want to deprive her of this joy. I know that deep down she’s been thinking about this cock in her mouth as she works on those boring briefs back in the law library.
I help her out by thrusting forward with each suck, but only just a little. There are girls whose mouths I can jackhammer... and I’ll get this innocent flower there eventually... but for now I have to take it slow with her.
She makes those super-erotic little gulping sounds every time my head hits the back of her throat. Her cheeks are sunken in as she tries to match the rhythm to the suction and fails.
If I didn’t think this was the fucking hottest sight I’ve ever seen, I would laugh.
We go on like this for a while, then I put my hand under her chin, signaling her to stop. She allows my dick to pop out of her mouth. She’s gasping, a line of spittle running down her cheek from her mouth. Her eyeliner is starting to run.
I lean down, my finger still under her chin¸ pointing her face up at me.
Then I kiss her softly on her lips. She responds, closing her eyes while wrapping her mouth around my upper lip.
