“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Sinclaire.”
“Well, Mr. Blackthorne, I’ve also heard that you’re one of the biggest players in this city. You’ve got quite a reputation.”
“And what exactly have you heard, Miss Sinclaire?”
She leaned forward as she licked the salt from her margarita glass.
“That you have a reputation for being a huge player, making huge acquisitions, and for generally just being huge….”
I sat mesmerized by her tongue grazing the glass picking up the salt from the lip of the glass.
I could imagine her licking something else.
“Well, Miss Sinclaire, as you know gossip can be just that. How about I buy you a drink and perhaps you can tell me whether or not I rightfully earned that reputation?”
She laughed merrily. Her blue eyes sparkled in the flashing lights.
“I like you, Ash. Call me Samantha. I agree with you. I think a drink is in order.”
I extended my hand to her.
“I like you as well, Samantha. Let’s slip over there to that corner booth where we can enjoy some privacy.”
She nodded as she gathered her purse from the bar.
“Oh, wait a second,” Samantha reached into her purse and handed the woman sitting next to her a hundred dollar bill.
“What was that for? Uber ride home?”
Samantha laughed again grinning widely.
“No, it was for me losing the bet we had going to see how long it would take before I could get you to admit you’d been checking me out. She said ten minutes, I said twenty.”
I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise.
“But I never said that I was checking you out.”
“You never said you weren’t either. You moved faster than I thought you would.”
She took my hand as I began to lead her to one of several private booths in the back of the club.
Samantha eased in the booth next to me. Her perfume was sweet and sexy. Her lips full and glossy with lipstick parted slightly as she pressed her thigh closely to mine.
“So, tell me what brings a gorgeous, career woman like you into a place like this?”
Samantha shrugged.
“I like the ambiance, don’t you?” She grinned innocently as we both looked at the beautiful brunette dancing on stage in front of us. She had huge breasts with a slim waist and a great ass.
“Of course, I do. What healthy, straight man wouldn’t enjoy watching beautiful women dance?”
“Ash, you act as though this place is the local topless bar near a trailer park. Some of the hottest celebrities in the world come here as does everyone who’s anyone in the New York business world. I’m here socializing with important people. You know see and be seen. That’s what I’m doing. But there’s nothing wrong with me enjoying watching that girl up there on stage shake her beautiful breasts at me.” With that, she reached into her purse and tossed a hundred dollar bill up at the stage.
I sat back to think a moment. This woman was amazing. She was witty, intelligent, and gorgeous.
And apparently enjoyed looking at other women.
That was something that drove me insane. Women who enjoyed other women.
“So, tell me what you’re thinking. Why are you here tonight? To socialize with the heavy hitters or to bed one of these strippers?”
I laughed and bit my lip.
“I’m that apparent, am I? Guess you nailed me there.”
Samantha slipped her hand to my thigh and squeezed it.
“No, Ash, I hope you nail me…right here.” With that, she grabbed my hand and ran it up her toned thigh directly to her panties. They were soaked.
Wow. A familiar delicious throbbing began in my own pants.
I sucked in my breath pulling my hand away.
“I don’t think so. Not tonight, babe. I’ve got a huge meeting in the morning.” I mocked her with my smile.
Samantha’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Seriously? You’re going to pull that old line on me? Couldn’t you come up with something more original than that?”
I chuckled.
“Maybe some other time. It was great meeting you. Give me your card and I’ll call you for lunch sometime.”
Samantha’s face turned beet red.
“Ash Blackthorne! Are you fucking kidding me?”
I threw my coat over my arm.
“No, I don’t believe I am. Here, get yourself a cab home.” I pulled several bills from my pocket.
Scowling, she tossed the bills to the floor.
“Fuck you. Any guy in this place would love to fuck me right here right now.”
“I’m sure they would, but it’s not going to be me. Have a great night.”
I turned and started walking towards the door.
Samantha rushed up from behind me and grabbed my hand.
“All right, you’ve had your fun. Now how about I give you a preview of what’s to come if you choose to spend your evening with me?”
I smiled at her. My, she was persistent.
“Samantha, honey, the only thing that’s going to be coming is you later with your vibrator as you think about me.”
Samantha fuming tugged my hand.
“Look, Ash, I know all about you. This is one of your games. Well, I love to play, so show me your best moves.”
“When and where?”
“No, the question is would you like to enjoy the show first?”
Samantha stood up and motioned to the dancer onstage. The dancer leaned down and Samantha whispered to her. She smiled and nodded grabbing her money off the stage and disappeared up the stairs.
“Come on.” Samantha took my hand and led me.
What the hell?
Hard with anticipation, I followed her. I wasn’t used to a woman taking the lead in anything. But there was always a first time for everything and later she’d be following my lead.
Slipping into a private VIP booth which was next to the VIP lounge I usually frequented, Samantha sat close to me. She began to unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt.
“It’s going to get hot in here.”
“I’m hot already,” I whispered feeling her full tits pressed against my arm. I ran my hand up her thigh feeling that hot wetness practically burning my hand. I slipped my fingers into her panties feeling her sweet soft lips.
She moaned as I caressed her throbbing clit.
“Not yet, baby,” she whispered.
Suddenly, the curtain parted and the gorgeous brunette stripper from the stage was standing before us. She wore a rhinestone covered bra and G string. Her long silky hair spilled down around her shoulders. Her taut body appeared to glisten in the dim lights. Her legs were long and delicious ending in stiletto platform heels.
“Hi, I’m Brandi.”
Slowly, Brandi began to sway her hips back and forth as we both watched. As the music boomed from the dance floor below, she then began peeling off her bra exposing her tits. Her nipples were a perfect pink and quite erect. My erection throbbed painfully as I watched Samantha then reach up to caress Brandi’s breasts. She cupped them in her hands squeezing them. Brandi then pulled Samantha’s strapless dress down to reveal a black lacy bra. Quickly, Brandi pulled Samantha’s generous breasts out and began to suck her nipples.
I sat next to the two beautiful women and watched my cock becoming harder and harder. God, how I wanted to bend Samantha over and slip inside her.
Then Brandi released Samantha and she smiled at me. Brandi began unbuttoning the rest of my shirt and laid my chest bare. Both women’s eyes flashed with appreciation as they gawked at my muscled chest and abs. Brandi ran her hands over my chest as she straddled me for a lap dance.
Burying my face in her breasts, I started to run my hands over her ass when my hands hit Samantha. She was standing behind Brandi pressing her own breasts onto Brandi’s back caressing her ass and brushing her fingers across Brandi’s pussy.
I had been with multip
le women at the same time before so it wasn’t anything new for me, but for a professional woman with a legendary career like Samantha Sinclaire to be rubbing a stripper’s pussy in a smoky VIP booth blew me away.
I continued enjoying Brandi’s firm breasts in my face as I gently tugged the G string from Brandi. Samantha then slipped her fingers over Brandi, caressing her clit before plunging them deep inside her. Brandi groaned as she continued grinding on my lap shaking her breasts at me. I tugged at her nipples twisting them.
I desperately wanted to see what else Samantha was doing to Brandi. I could feel her fingering her, but what else did this little vixen have in store?
Before I could peer around to see, Brandi eased herself off of my lap. My cock throbbed like it never had before. I needed to be inside Samantha now.
Brandi pushed Samantha back onto the leather couch next to me. She parted Samantha’s legs and slipped her hands up to pull her lacy panties down her legs.
Eagerly, Samantha spread her legs and with her right hand she began caressing me through my pants.
“Damn, Ash, they were right. It’s huge,” she whispered.
“They usually are,” I replied with a wicked grin.
I kept watching as Brandi buried her face between Samantha’s legs. She pulled her lips back so I could watch as her tongue circled Samantha’s clit. Over and over again Brandi’s tongue plunged deep into Samantha’s core her face glazed with Samantha’s sweetness which I would, sooner or later, taste for myself.
Samantha continued rubbing me as I reached over to spread Samantha’s lips open more so Brandi could enjoy her. Samantha writhed with pleasure. Suddenly, Samantha began jerking spasmodically and I knew she’d came.
The women then stood up. Their lips met passionately as their fingers entwined in each other’s long hair. Their breasts pressed closely together as they embraced.
Needless to say, I was floored. The famed publishing guru herself, Samantha Sinclaire doing this with a stripper moments after we first met.
I handed Brandi several hundred dollar bills and thanked her.
Samantha retrieved her clothes quickly dressing.
As we turned to leave, I grabbed her hand.
“You’re coming home with me, Miss Sinclaire. You might’ve had a slight orgasm from that in there, but when I make you come you’ll know what coming is.. You’ve given me a sneak preview of just how freaky you are. We’re going to have one wild night.”
Samantha grinned at me as I slapped her on the ass.
“There now, that’s the Mr. Blackthorne I was hoping to meet. You don’t think we ‘ran into each other’ accidently, now do you?”
I furrowed my brow considering what she was saying. She raised her fingers to my lips as she gazed into my eyes.
“No, I’ve been frequenting the adult club scene for a few months now hoping our paths would cross. You’ve got one hell of a reputation and I want to see if what they say is true.”
“And what do they say, Miss Sinclaire?”
“What you’d expect. That you are the best there is. You don’t just fuck a woman you make love to her whole body. That she’s never the same afterwards. You are completely and utterly in control the whole time. They only come when you let them.”
I laughed loudly and nodded.
“Nice. Well, all I can do is invite you back to my place and you can tell me if it’s true or not.”
I took her hand leading her out to my Aston Martin.
“Nice car, Mr. Blackthorne. Exactly what I’d expected.”
“Miss Sinclaire, I can only hope I’ll meet all your expectations.”
She winked at me as she slid her skirt well up her thigh.
“I know you will.”
As I pulled the car up to my building, I handed the keys to the valet. Samantha had tried whipping her panties off in the car, but I insisted she keep them on.
Denial was one of the most efficient weapons in my arsenal. She’d squirmed wanting to touch me and touch herself, but I firmly told her no.
She practically raced to the elevator.
“Slow down, baby, we’ve got all night.” I unlocked the door to my apartment and she strolled inside.
Waltzing into the great room, complete with a wall-length fireplace, she spun around.
“Wow, this place is beautiful!” She ran her fingers over the plush furnishings. Strolling over to the stone fireplace, she admired the fine dark cherry wood mantle.
With a quick push of a button, the gas fireplace lit up.
I grabbed the crystal decanter of Scotch and generously filled two glasses.
Samantha took the glass from me and walked over to the picture windows. She sighed as she gazed out at the twinkling night lights.
“Ash, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“Come here, Samantha,” I spoke in a low, commanding tone.
She turned and I admired how beautiful she was in profile. Her face was perfectly sculpted. Her hair was the color of dark honey, a deeper blonde than Amber’s. It hung smooth and silky down her back. Her eyes were the deep blue of the Caribbean and her skin was a golden tan.
Samantha kicked off her designer heels and sauntered over to the couch. She slipped in beside me sipping her scotch.
“So, how is it we’ve just met? You have quite the reputation as a very successful woman in the publishing industry. I know you’re a Harvard grad. You probably know I am as well.The point I’m trying to make is that I’ve heard of you before, but never envisioned you as being so beautiful. I apologize if that sounds sexist.”
Samantha ran a finger over her collarbone.
“Thank you. I’ve made great strides in my career. But that’s not all that I am.”
“Then who are you, Miss Samantha Sinclaire?” I placed my glass on the dark cherry wood table. I leaned back throwing my arm across the back of the couch.
She leaned back against my arm. Her hair felt as silky as it looked.
“Just a woman, Ash. A woman who has needs. Needs that you could meet.”
I watched her hand slid up her thigh. I glimpsed her black lacy panties as her skirt inched up.
“I’m guessing you don’t need financial advice,” I whispered as she began lightly kissing my neck.
“Hmmm…hmmm. You guessed right.” She nuzzled against my neck her soft skin pressing against my own. My cock swelled as she began running her hands over my thigh.
Grabbing her hands, I looked at her. The glow from the fire burning cast a rosy tint to her face making her look as though she were lit from within. Her eyes burned with desire.
“Come with me.” I raised her up to her feet and led her to the bedroom.
She gasped as she walked into the room with me. I expected her reaction as it wasn’t an ordinary bedroom. I preferred to call that room my chamber or in more ominous terms, my dungeon.
All around the darkened room were various lovemaking accoutrements-devices that induced both pleasure and pain. Leather whips, leather restraints, blindfolds, nipple clamps, a black lacquered St. Andrew’s cross, a sex swing, and a hard-backed chair. The walls were covered in a deep wine brocade fabric. Elaborate lantern style sconces gave the room an eerie glow. The heavy shades were kept drawn.
“Oh my God, Ash...I never dreamed you were into this.”
“I wasn’t initially. It was my decorator’s idea. I decided to go with it,” I lied. I wasn’t ready to expose the world to my dominant side yet.
She stared at me unsure if I was joking.
“Rest assured, I’m not a hard-core sadist. But, since I rather liked what she did in here, I decided to keep it.”
Samantha chuckled to herself as she picked up the various leather whips and running her hands over a pair of handcuffs.
“This is truly outrageous. I never expected this in your home. Thanks for showing me, but there’s still a matter that needs attending to.” She turned and ran her hands over my shoulders.
“Really? What matter might that be?”
“You know what. I thought you were taking me back to your bedroom.”
I shook my head smiling.
“Just because I said this room was my decorator’s idea doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy it.”
Fear flickered briefly in her eyes.
“What?”
Suddenly, I grabbed her hands and whipped her around. I pushed her onto the chair.
“Sit, Samantha,” I commanded forcefully.
She sat down looking up at me.
“You want to play a game.”
“Do I? I…I guess I do,” she smiled nervously.
“I wasn’t asking. We are going to play a game. One we will both enjoy, but you must have patience.”
Then I pulled a set of leather cuffs from the shelf. Pulling her wrists behind her, I fastened the cuffs in place.
“There now. How does that feel?”
Samantha grinned wickedly.
“Kinky. I love it, Ash.”
“Good.”
Then I reached up her silky long legs and gently pulled her panties off. I grabbed the top of her strapless dress and yanked it down to expose her breasts. They were magnificent. The way I loved them. Full, firm, luscious. Her nipples were hard and stood up like tiny pencil erasers.
Samantha’s head fell back as I began to trail my tongue up her long legs kissing her firm inner thighs. Her scent drove me wild as my tongue eased to the apex of her legs. He inwardly groaned finding her pussy perfectly bare.
As I teased her with my tongue, my cock throbbed painfully. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her, but it would take time.
My tongue edged ever closer to her core where she ached for me. Her hips edged forward on the chair trying to capture my tongue. I reached up to squeeze her breasts twisting and tugging her nipples until finally, dripping wet, she cried out.
“Ash, please, please…I want you!”
I looked up at her from between her legs and nuzzled her pussy. She had the most delicious scent. I could only imagine how sweet she must taste.
“What do you want me to do, Samantha?” I trailed my tongue to her inner thigh kissing and sucking the flesh.
“Lick me please! I want to come!”
“Oh, you mean like this?” I flicked my tongue back and forth against her lush lips while holding them closed over her quivering swollen clit.
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