Chapter Three
“Ungrateful little whoremongering thieves ! It’s not even original, stealing booze and cash from the register. Steal something unique like a St. A ndrew’s or something for fuck’s sake.” Mumbling loudly to anyone or anything that would sit still long enough to listen, Myles made his way back to his office after meeting with Molly and the rest of the staff over the month’s numbers, business , and inventory. He’d expected the numbers to be down a bit after being c losed for renovations, but he hadn’t expected to find that someone had been dipping into the till and stealing his liquor. He liked to think he took pretty damn good care of his employees. So, for someone to be stealing from him was a kick in the shorts, not just in the wallet.
All of those concerns, however, disappeared when he opened the double doors to his office and found the familiar deep red hair of his Arianna kneeling behind his desk at the right hand of his chair. Eyes closed, head down, her body curved beautifully, almost serpent like, and his own body responded without hesitation. Early, but definitely a good surprise, it wasn’t until he walked around his desk and could see her fully that his cock stiffened and strained painfully against the zip of his slacks. Her breasts rested, exposed, atop a stunning corset. Deep, dusty rose-colored nipples stood out against her pale skin, swollen and desperately begging to be clamped and then soothed. Slightly parted knees gave him a glimpse of her bare mound;, glistening, and wet, and the scent of her arousal permeated the air around him.
“You’re early, Annie.” His voice was steady, despite the way every muscle of his body was tensing at the sight of her.
“My apologies, Sir . I can leave and come back later, if you prefer. ” Her head never lifted, though he could see her gauging his features from behind lowered lashes, and her voice was softer than usual, bearing a hint of sadness, which was both very unlike her and excruciatingly painful for him to hear.
“No, Annie . You may stay. Your being here early is a welcome surprise, thank you.” He reached out toward her as he sat down and stroked his forefinger down her temple, brushing a few stray hairs back and down her jaw line. Not content to just feel the softness of her skin, he leaned forward just a bit and ran his finger down over her collarbone, off her shoulder, and over the heaving swell of her breast. Circling her nipple, he flicked at it, enjoying the little hitch in her breathing before he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the deep pink pebble, rolling it tightly. Heavy lids drifted closed, and her lips parted on a nearly silent sigh. Myles sat back in his chair and looked down at her. Such a well trained submissi ve, it’d be a shame to watch her walk away and share her gift with another. It would hurt like hell, but he’d do it . He had to. Losing himself in her was too great a risk.
Shoving everything to the back of his mind and biting back the confession that threatened to claw its way out, he held his hand out to her and watched as without an instant’s trepidation, she placed her much softer, more delicate hand into his then waited for him to give her a command.
“Come , sit here in front of me, Annie.” His chair pushed back from the desk, he made room for her to sit between his knees. She resumed her position there on the floor, inches away from his throbbing erection. The sight of her swollen, red pout so close to his cock had wicked thoughts churning while his cock practically tore through his pants to get to her. The warmth of her breath so close seeped through the fabric of his slacks and warmed his skin, wreaking havoc on his self-restraint. A creak broke the symphony of heavy breathing as he slid open a desk drawer full of toys.
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Arianna’s eyes drifted closed when he settled her between his thighs. Memories of the feel of his cock thrusting deep into the back of her velvet throat, of the subtle, salty taste of him as he came in her mouth, as she sucked and swallowed every drop, filled her. Pleasing the man who took such care in fulfilling her every need and desire played out in the darkness of her mind’s eye , and she hungered desperately for one last taste of him. He had no way of knowing that tonight would be their last night together, and she was determined to keep it that way. After tonight, she would just vanish from his life altogether; be nothing more than a very good memory for him. In the distance, muffled by her thoughts, she heard the drawer slide open and knew what was inside. Between the temptation of his cock a mere breath away and the knowledge of what he could do with the toys in that drawer, she couldn’t stop the whispered, breathy plea that fell from her lips, dripping with desire.
“Please?” The second the word left her mouth, she wanted to take it back. She’d never once asked him for anything . She’d always just trusted him to give her what she needed when she needed it, and he’d always done just that. Maybe knowing how much she wanted this night to last so long and be so perfect, she’d gotten ahead of herself, but she wanted to taste everything, feel everything, have everything one more time.
“Please what, sweet girl?” A strong, thick finger slid beneath her chin, tilting her face to look at him. “Please, what?”
She wanted to ask for everything and nothing; to make sure she got what she wanted for this night and forever, to let him know that she trusted him to give without asking. She just lowered her head and said nothing, settling back into her submissive pose where he’d placed her as she took a deep, steadying breath. Again, he tilted her face to look at him.
“Annie, I am well aware that we are on borrowed time . Eventually, you will move on, find a Dom to be YOUR Dom, someone you will belong to, share your heart and your life with. So please, if there is something you feel you need or want, do not be afraid to ask, but remember, it is mine to give just as your submission is yours to give. Now, what is it you wish to ask for?”
The way he talked sounded like he thought they had plenty of time, but in her heart, she knew that tonight would be it. They were on borrowed time alright. She should have walked away from him weeks ago but hadn’t been able to. Walking away from him now would be the hardest thing she’d ever done. It would be a test of just how strong she had really grown to be. Everything …s he wanted to ask for everything, but her head overruled her heart, and when she opened her mouth to ask for what she wanted more than anything, she asked for the one thing he had never given. The one thing that she’d wanted more than anything from the moment she met him.
“A kiss.” Eyes the size of dinner plates, she couldn’t believe she’d just asked him to kiss her, but go big or go home, right? She was already going home when this was all over, might as well go big too. The world stopped spinning, and her breath was stuck in her chest while she waited for him to deny her, so she could pick up, take what dignity and slivers of her heart she had left and leave.
Chapter Four
A kiss? She’d asked for a kiss ? This beautiful woman on her knees had been given a chance to ask for the world, for any and every manner of pleasure and orgasm known to man, and al l she’d asked for was a kiss ? How could he deny her? A tightening in his chest clenched his heart, and he knew that with every second he spent with her, every new layer of who she was he laid bare — the more she imprinted herself on his heart, the harder it would be to let her go. Still, he reached down and ran the pad of his thumb across the soft plumpness of her lower lip. The way she leaned her cheek into his open palm warmed him from the inside out. Leaning down, he stopped a heartbeat away from her. Their breaths mingled, and he could taste her kiss before he’d even touched her . Slowly, his eyes drifted closed as his lips brushed across hers with a feathery lightness, savoring the softness of her pout. She made no move to kiss him, just waited; let him take control. Gently, his tongue snaked out, and he tasted her lips, reveling in the slightly sweet flavor, before teasing her lips apart. Sweeping into the sweet cavern of her mouth, he slowly tasted every inch until her tongue brushed against his. Everything, the whole rest of the world seemed to fade away, and he lost himself completely in her kiss.
She tasted like heaven and hell all wrapped in one — like goodness and sin and everything he could ever desire
all tied up in one strong, beautiful package. His lips were soft pillows against hers, but his tongue ravaged her mouth, plundering and dominating, the same way he did with her body every night. She rose up on her knees and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. Just that quickly, any tenderness she’d been given, any hope that he could tell her everything and confess the way he felt for her without losing what they had dissipated, and he pulled back from the kiss. She’d left her role as submissive and taken over his kiss, trying to take more; in that moment, the glimpse of the tender lover he’d revealed was gone, and in its place sat the strong dominant he hoped she’d fallen in love with.
He hoped she loved him? Shoving the thought and its massively destructive implications aside, he regained his mental composure. Immediately, she pulled back, biting down on her lip, scrambling back into her place and her role; all while trying to find her breath and force her heart to calm. Her visible struggle to get her traitorous body under control aroused him more. The strength she had, never escaped his notice, but that was one of the reasons he’d fallen for her . She di dn’t hazard a look full in his face, but through heavy lids and eyes that were beginning to blur from unshed tears, he knew she could see the look of disappointment on his face. Disappointment and a hint of longing? If she’d seen the last bit, she didn’t show it, but he felt it.
“I am sorry, Sir . I lost my head. It won’t happen again, and I am willing to take whatever punishment you deem fit for trying to top you and take more than you chose to give.” Her voice was hesitant and choppy, but she’d managed to get the words out. He heard the words, but if he wasn’t mistaken, they were underlined with much more than an apology for stepping out of her role. He could dismiss her now; he’d dism issed subs before for much less. If he chose to do so, at least they’d have one hell of a kiss to remember.
“The only punishment you will have tonight, sweet girl, is the delay of your own pleasure. You asked and received. Now you will take what I offer and in my time, not yours. ” He couldn’t punish her for doing what he’d been hoping, dreaming she would allow him to do for so long, but he could never tell her that, and he couldn’t reward her for stepping outside of her role either. The aching in his groin was edging closer to an excruciating throbbing from that kiss. She had returned to her position between his knees, her kiss-swollen mouth so close, he could no sooner stop himself from sliding his cock into it than he could have stopped himself from pouring his soul into that kiss if it’d lasted another se cond. He looked into his drawer of toys and eyed the clamps and the vibe he’d originally selected for her, but pushed them aside, closing the drawer.
Leaning back in his chair, he unbuttoned his slacks then pushed down his zipper. Palming his tall, thick, veined cock, he gripped her by the back of the head with his free hand and painted the bead of pre-come waiting for her across her lips. When her pink tongue darted out hungrily to taste him, he pushed his cock between her lips and into her mouth, pulling her down his length by her hair. When he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around his tip, he groaned. The way her tongue glided along the underside of his cock, and the way her throat strangled him each time she swallowed, he’d never be en able to last long in her mouth, but it was the sweetest torture. Thrusting his hips and gripping her hair tightly, he pumped in and out of the tight suction of her mouth. Soft mewls escaped her each time the head of his length slid from her mouth, and he bit back a groan each time he tapped the back of her throat. In and out, faster with each thrust, she swallowed and sucked, the velvet heat of her mouth teasing him, pushing him higher and higher. Moments seemed to last for eternity as one, two, three pumps more had him seizing; spurts of his seed sliding down the back of her throat. Greedily, she swallowed every last drop as he slid from her mouth, still hard and pulsing. Lifting her up by her hair, he guided her onto the desk, just the very base of her tailbone balanced precariously on the edge.
It wasn’t until he heard voices outside that he even realized his office door was still open, but he didn’t care . She was gorgeous, even more so when caught up in the rapture of pleasure. She deserved to be admired, so he made no move to close the door. Reaching into the drawer next to him, he pulled the vibe out then turned it on. Her knees were parted — one leg draped over his shoulder, the other rested on the desk — leaving her open, visibly drenched. He slid one thick finger through her slit to her entrance, testing her wetness. First one finger, then two slid into her slick core, scissoring to stretch her just a bit. When his fingers retreated, he nudged the head of a thick dildo against the entrance to her sex, and when the head breached her core, he slammed the rest of the length in to the hilt. Her body bucked and her breasts bounced freely as she braced herself on her elbows on the desk. He waited only a moment after turning on the vibe before draping her other leg over his free shoulder and lining his weeping cock up with the entrance to her ass.
“I’m sorry , sweet girl, I can only give you furious and rough tonight. ” He knew she wasn’t about to complain . The vibe in her pussy was on high, and she was already contracting around the rapid vibrations. The way the end of the vibe curved, left a small round nub resting tight against her clit. Every time he jostled or moved the vibe or her body, it pressed and gyrated firmly against her pulsing clit. His bare cock nudged the entrance to her ass, and she bore down, readying herself for him the best she could. Her own juices ran down the crack of her ass, and he used the head of his cock to lube her before pressing his enormous girth past the tight ring of muscle there. Feeding her inch by inch, he slowly slid into her rear passage until he was fully seated, filling her past the point of comfort.
His python-like biceps stretched around her thighs draped over his shoulders and gripped her breasts, kneading and squeezing savagely as he began to thrust into her ass, slowly at first, then faster. Each movement he made thrust the vibe further into her core, tapping her quivering womb, rubbing firmly against her clit, exciting and arousing parts of her she probably never knew existed. Rough, calloused fingers gripped her nipples, pinching hard, as he thrust. He released her nipples long enough to let the blood return, swelling them even more before pinching down on the overly sensitive nubs once more in tandem with the thrusting and vibrating below.
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Her nerves were raw, her skin tingled, and breathing was damn near impossible. With each thrust, she thought she might fly apart and come, but she gripped the edge of the desk for balance and grounded herself. She was careful not to try and dictate his thrusting by grinding against him, keeping herself as still as possible, but the scraping of his body against hers and the power of his thrusts made it nearly impossible. The low growl that he let out matched the one she was trying to hold in. A thin sheen of sweat soaked her body, and she dug her nails into the finish of the wooden desk beneath her. Contracting muscles gripped the vibe and his cock alternately while the edges of her vision began to dance with little white lights as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
“P -Please, sir. ” She choked out the words on stilted breathing. “Please what, sweet girl?” His teeth were clenched, and his breathing
was labored, but the look on his face was pure bliss. “Please, sir, may I come?” He didn’t answer , and she held her breath
to try to hold off the building orgasm threatening to break her. Finally, he released one nipple and slid his hand between her thighs. Moving the nub of the vibe, he gripped and pinched her clit between his fingers, tugging and rubbing the tender bundle of nerves.
“Please ! Sir, please. ” Arianna’s voice choked and cracked; saturated with raw need. He still did n’t answer, nor did he ease his ministrations on her clit or his thrusting into her ass. Her head thrashed back and forth on the desk, her hair was a mess of tendrils, her skin beginning to ache from being pushed to the edge and dangled there. Her entire body trembled fiercely, and she tried desperately to hold on to the rapidly fraying edges of her self control, but her grip was slipping, and her passage began
to spasm. He rubbed her clit faster; his thrusts were hurried, harder and faster as he growled out her permission.
“You may come, Annie . NOW! ” She gripped the edge of the desk so tightly; she felt splinters embed under her fingernails. Her muscles tensed, and she flew apart, losing control, spiraling into the depths of pure, unadulterated bliss, moaning long and loud through ecstasy until her body fell limp — spent and sated. Unable to move, to think, to do anything more than feel the fleeting remnants of orgasm, the vibe still in her cunt, she felt the warmth of his seed seeping from her body.
As she came hard, her juices ran down from her pussy, soaking his cock as it thrust into her ass, her muscles gripping him in a tight vise, milking him, and drawing his second orgasm. His seed spilled on each thrust, slowly seeping from her ass as he pulled his cock from her. The sight of her juices mixing with his weeping from her body kept him rock hard, and he knew tonight would not be like any night he’d spent wi th her, or any woman, before. Gathering her up, he sat back in his chair, resting her in his lap, stroking her hair and back and murmuring in her ear before he could stop himself.
“Come home with me tonight, Annie.”
Chapter Five
Go home with him? That one request was the one thing she’d wanted him to say from the beginning. But it was also the one thing that terrified her the most. If she went home with him, would she be able to leave? She knew the answer was no, but if it meant a few more minutes with him, it was a risk she would have to take.
“Whatever you wish, Sir . I am yours to do with as you please .” “Then come with me, but your clothes stay here . Strip for me, Annie.
I want to see all of you, bared to me, bared for me, and ready for whatever it pleases me to give to you.”
The car ride between The Iron Cuff and his plush home just outside of town had been short, but she didn’t remember most of it . They’d left her car at the club, and she’d worried half the drive over how she was going to do what she planned to and leave when the night was over without her car. But the other half had been plagued by the teasing stroke of his fingers through her wet folds when he’d pushed her legs open in the front seat and playfully teased every inch of her slit. Wrapped in his suit coat and nothing else after he’d had her strip at the club, she walked quickly up the steps and into the foyer of his home. Stopping, slightly stunned at the simple elegance of his modern, sleek, black and white home, she shrugged out of his coat when he took it from her, leaving her standing in his house completely naked against the stark conservatism of the décor. His hand opened to hers, and she took it, following him across the house and down the hall toward his bedroom.
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