“No! Spread me open and do that please!” she cried, squirming like crazy on the chair. I could actually feel her clit shivering with excitement.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I peeled back her delicate petals to reveal her soaking sensitive core.
“Like this?” My tongue flashed out to sweep across her clit.
“YES!” she screamed. Her hips bucked off the chair.
“Are you sure?”
I touched the tip of my tongue to her quivering clit. Again, her ass inched off the chair.
“Yes, oh my God, yes, Ash!”
A familiar buzzing echoed throughout the room.
Getting to my feet, I walked over to my phone which was sitting on a shelf near the door.
“Who the hell would be calling at this hour?” I wondered aloud looking through my messages.
“What?” Samantha tried to peer around behind her.
“Shit, it’s my attorney. I’ve been working on this deal for months now. He must’ve found something out.” I stuffed the phone back into my pocket and walked over and picked up a set of leg restraints from the shelf. I then over to Samantha lacing them firmly around her ankles, I stood to face her.
“I’m so sorry, but I have to take this call. Sit tight and I’ll be back in a minute.”
“What?” she screamed. “You can’t just leave me here like this!”
As I opened the door, I turned to her again.
“Ash!”
“Remember, I promised that you would enjoy this, but the key to your pleasure is patience. I’ll be right back.”
Samantha’s eyes widened in disbelief as I closed the door.
I snickered to myself as I waltzed casually down the hall, knowing how frustrated she must be. After pouring myself a drink and enjoying a leisurely stroll outdoors on my lavish deck, I glanced at my phone. She’d been waiting for over an hour.
I definitely enjoy keeping them waiting.
What most people don’t realize is that by prolonging ecstasy you substantially increase your pleasure leading to orgasms that can shatter glass.
Whipping off my shirt, I walked back to the room clad only in my dress pants.
Samantha was sitting there her face red and flustered. Her eyes raged at me.
“Let me go right now! If you don’t let me go, so help me—“
“You’ll what? Tell everyone how you begged me to fuck you then I played a little game with you? Please, you and I both know that will never happen.”
Carrying a bottle of water, I tipped it to her mouth. Eagerly, she drank.
“See now? You’re fine.”
The rage in her eyes began to die down.
“We’re still playing, Samantha.”
She nodded.
Her eyes scanned my bare chest which was well toned and covered with a light smattering of fine hair.
I unfastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. As soon as I did, Samantha leapt to her feet scrambling to locate her clothes.
“How fucking dare you? Look at my wrists!”
Smiling, I took her wrists in my hands twisting them back and forth.
“They look fine to me.”
“Are you kidding, Ash? They’re all red and scratched. You left me in here for over an hour!”
Calmly, I leaned against the black lacquered St Andrew’s cross.
“We were playing a game is all. I thought you were all hot and ready to play. I don’t think I was wrong about that.”
Samantha was still fuming. Her face red, she began to pull her dress up her nude body.
“You don’t want to do that.”
“Like hell I don’t. Fuck you.”
I strode to her grabbing her arms and pushing her back against the wall. I devoured her mouth, kissing her hard. Not to be rough, but to consume her. Her lips were sweet and full.
Samantha, struggling against me, attempted to push me away. I held her fast, my tongue probing between her lips.
Suddenly, her struggles ceased. She fell against me dropping her dress to her ankles. She threw her arms around me pulling me to her. My cock reared up hard and throbbed against my pants.
“Ash,” she whispered. “What are you going to do to me?”
Pulling my mouth from her lips, I traced my hands down to her beautiful, big tits. They were round, firm and full. I wanted to suck her nipples until she was soaking wet.
Taking her hardened nipples into my mouth, I sucked and kissed them until she cried out. I reached down to press a finger against her opening as her eyes closed in anticipation. As I slowly slipped my finger inside her, I could feel how soft, tight and wet she was. I could imagine how good it would feel to sink into her. My cock pulsed with need.
Her hands roamed my chest. She traced each cut muscle in my stomach with her fingernails. I slid my finger in and out of her slowly, deeply rubbing her G spot.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” She moaned as her hands drifted down to my cock.
Tugging my zipper down, Samantha attempted to pull my cock out.
“Let me,” I whispered stepping back from her. I stripped my pants off and lowered my shorts to reveal my fully erect cock ready for her to take.
Samantha sucked in her breath in awe of my size.
“Oh my God. I don’t know if I---“
“Can fit it all in? You have a line of accomplishments behind you, Samantha. I have no doubt you can take me if you try.”
Samantha smiled and winked as she fell to her knees.
Pulling me to her, her mouth grazed my shaft. Instantly, my cock swelled even bigger. She took me into her mouth.
“God, it’s so thick,” she smiled up at me as she continued licking around the head of my dripping cock.
Samantha pulled me in and out of her mouth taking my entire length with her swirling tongue. She licked all the way down to my balls taking each one into her mouth. I grabbed her by the back of the head and thrust my cock deep into her throat. She gagged slightly, but adjusted to my girth and length. Soon, she was deep throating me like no one else had ever been able to do before.
Pulling her head back leaving a light trickle of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, she pressed her hand onto her pussy getting it slick from her own juices then she began stroking my length while taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
I could feel my orgasm approaching like thunder. Just as I was about to come, Samantha abruptly stopped and stood up.
“Ash, I’m so sorry. I just remembered I have to be up early tomorrow. I have a 7:00 phone conference with our London office.” She picked up her dress and shoes.
I shook my head.
What the fuck?
Shocked, I stood there for a moment as she pulled her dress back on.
“It was fun. Maybe we can finish what we started in a few weeks.” She smiled sweetly as she stepped into her red high heels.
Oh, hell no.
My hand slammed the door shut as she tried to open it.
“No, Samantha. I know exactly what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work. It’s now or never, honey.”
“I told you. I’m sorry, but I really have to go. Now open this fucking door!”
I stood in front of the door my arms crossed. My cock still hard pointed up at her.
“No, you’re trying to play games with me. I call the shots here. You’re trying to make a move and I’m blocking you.”
“What the fuck? This isn’t a chess game. We had fun, but now it’s time for me to go.”
I laughed. She was trying to get even with me for keeping her waiting. Little did she know I had total control of the situation.
“You cornered me at the bar, begged me to take you home and fuck you and now you want to claim you have an early ‘meeting’ tomorrow? Sorry, baby, it doesn’t wash.”
She stood there biting her lip trying to decide what her next move should be. Fuck it, I didn’t have time for that. I stripped her dress from her body and then
swept her up in
to my arms. I carried her back into my real bedroom which was illuminated with a roaring fire burning in the stone fireplace. She looked in awe at the huge custom sized bed sitting on a pedestal in the right corner of the room. Deep red colored wall coverings decorated the walls accentuated by dark wood. The bed was a masterpiece with an elegantly hand carved mahogany frame.
Soft music was playing as I laid her down gently on the plush bed.
Her eyes went soft as she gazed up at me.
“Oh, this is perfect.”
“Still need to get up early?”
She shook her head.
Quickly, I laid down next to her kissing her lightly on the neck. She caught me and kissed me deeply. Then I trailed my lips down her body as I adored every inch of her. As I took each toe into my mouth she writhed in ecstasy, moaning and groaning. My cock raged as I spread her legs open to devour her. Over and over I licked her sweet pussy making her scream with delight as she drenched my face. She slammed the bed with her fists each time she came.
Finally, I could wait no longer. I fell on her, my hardness thrusting deep inside her.
I leaned up on my arms. Her eyes met mine as I drove myself into her. Her breasts jiggled as I pounded my cock in and out of her. She ran her hands across my chiseled chest which was with perspiration.
I still wasn’t quite ready to come.
Grabbing her by the waist, I flipped her over pulling her to me as she got on her hands and knees. Her ass was firm and tanned. I slowly eased her pussy back onto my cock slowly as she moaned.
Then with one hand I slapped her ass hard.
“Ow, Ash! That hurt!” she cried. Again, my hand slapped down on her firm ass leaving a brief red handprint.
She screamed again as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her.
“Do you need another one?” I asked as I prepared to spank her ass again.
“Yes,” she moaned leaning forward to bury her face against the plush bedding.
Once again the crack of my hand against her firm flesh echoed throughout the room. She cried out, but this time I could feel her contracting against my cock. She was coming all over me.
Thrusting forward my balls slapped against her pussy. I finally allowed myself release and came hard shooting my cum inside of her.
We both collapsed on the bed breathless, exhausted. Soon, we fell asleep.
The next morning, as is customary whenever I have a lady spend the night, I had a sumptuous breakfast delivered to my door along with a copy of the Wall Street Journal.
After showering and dressing, I was sitting at the table pouring over the stocks. Samantha entered, her long blonde hair shiny and wet from the shower.
“Morning, beautiful. Take a seat. Here’s the coffee. There’s Belgian waffles, scrambled eggs with truffles, and English muffins with blackberry jelly.”
She smiled and took a muffin with her coffee.
“My, my, Mr. Blackthorne, you really do live up to your reputation. A gentleman inside and outside of the bedroom. Although I don’t quite know how I will explain the red handprints on my ass.”
I dropped my fork and looked at her.
“To whom would you need to explain those handprints?”
Finishing her muffin and coffee, she wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin.
“My husband, of course.”
I jumped out of my chair.
“What the hell? You’re married? You’re not even wearing a ring!”
“It’s being reset at the moment. I take it this is a problem for you? I was hoping we could see each other again. All the rumors about you are true. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after last night.” She winked at me.
I was furious.
“You’re damn right it’s a problem for me! What the hell kind of woman are you, anyway?”
Samantha looked confused as she stood up slowly from the table.
“I thought that…I thought you knew.”
“How would I know? There’s no ring! I would never knowingly fuck another man’s wife!”
Samantha backed away from the table.
“So we can’t see each other anymore?”
I grabbed her purse and threw it out the door into the hallway.
“Get your shit and get out! I don’t ever want to see you again.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she slipped her shoes on.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a big deal. I figured you fucked married women all the time.”
I was livid.
“Well, you thought wrong. Now leave!”
With that, she slipped out the door crying.
Turning back to the table, I grabbed the coffee cup and slammed it against the wall. It shattered raining glass onto the hardwood floor.
Fuck!
3
The huge house was silent except for the sound of small feet padding up the staircase. A door slowly creaked open. The face of a small boy with his big hazel eyes and mop of dark hair peered around the corner. The boy was young only about seven years old. He crept into the room looking for his mother.
“Mommy?”
The master bathroom door slammed shut as a tall beautiful woman with long dark hair emerged. She pulled a pink silk robe around her tying it tightly.
“Ashton! What’s wrong? I told you to knock whenever Mommy has the door shut.”
He looked down as he shyly crawled up onto the large king size bed.
“I’m sorry, Mommy. When are you going to come down to play with me? You promised we’d play Go Fish after breakfast!”
She flashed a brief smile shooting a nervous glance at the closed bathroom door.
“Did Dora fix you breakfast yet?”
He nodded his mop of hair shaking as he did so. He pulled the covers up over his tiny body.
“Yep. She made me Mickey Mouse pancakes again with chocolate chips.” He grinned ear to ear revealing several missing teeth.
His mother smiled and bent to kiss him on the head.
“Ashton, can you please go on downstairs and let Mommy get dressed? I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Reluctantly, the boy slid off the bed. He hesitated a moment unsure of whether he could trust her.
“Please Mommy? You promised you’d play.”
She rolled her eyes as she inched away from the bed.
“Yes, Ashton, I promise. Give me a few minutes. Go and get the cards and I will be there shortly.”
“But I don’t know where they are.”
“Then ask Dora.”
The little boy shuffled toward the door. He glanced back as he decided to make one more plea.
Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and a man stood there. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water clung to his light colored hair.
The little boy’s mouth dropped.
The man was NOT his father.
It was his father’s friend whom he called ‘Uncle Mike’.
But why was Uncle Mike here now when his father was away on business? And why was he taking a shower?
Uncle Mike didn’t see the little boy hovering in the doorway when he grabbed his mother and kissed her deeply reaching his hands around to squeeze her bottom just like he’d seen his father do.
“Mike!” His mother hissed jerking away from him as she gestured toward the little boy.
Mike’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Hi, champ. What’s going on?” Mike tried to cover up his faux pas as he walked over to rumple the little boy’s hair.
But the boy pulled away from him scowling.
“Go away!” The little boy screamed as he ran from the room.
“Ashton!” His mother yelled as he raced down the hallway down the staircase out into the yard.
The boy kept running and running until his legs ached. Opening the heavy door to the horse barn, he climbed up the ladder to the hay loft above and fell asleep on the hay.
It was Dora who found him lying curled up atop a blanket in the loft.
As night fell, she brought him back to the house. His face was blotchy and red from crying. His mother was waiting for him in his room holding a gaily wrapped present.
“Ashton! I was worried sick about you! How dare you run off like that?” She hugged him tightly as she tucked him into his bed.
The little boy sat with his face set in stone.
“Here. It’s an early Christmas present. Open it.”
Slowly, the boy ripped the paper off the box. It was an electric train like his father had owned as a child. It was a valuable antique model train, the one he’d always wanted.
“Tell you what, Ashton, how about you keep this now and play with it all you want? Then we won’t tell daddy about Uncle Mike being here today.”
The little boy’s heart sank. She hadn’t given him a present to be nice only to make him keep her secret.
And keeping secrets from the people you love isn’t nice.
At least that’s what he’d been taught.
Now she was telling him it was okay.
His mommy kissed him and left him to play with his new train.
As soon as she left, Ashton dropped the train car he was playing with back into the box and shoved it underneath his bed.
He never played with the train set again.
Stepping out of the elevator, I strolled into my office. Shit, Amber was already at her desk! She could always tell exactly what I’d been doing and after a night like last night I knew I was in for it.
As soon as she spied me walking towards her, a big grin slowly spread across her face. She gave me a knowing wink.
“Well, well, looks like someone’s getting into the office pretty early today. Maybe it was to avoid a certain someone?”
I bit my lip and shook my head.
“Nope, I always get here this early. I’m surprised to see you’re here. Didn’t you have a date with what’s his name?”
“Trevor. But that’s irrelevant. So, who was the lucky lady?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Amber. Now if you have my coffee ready I’ll take it in my office, I have work to do.”
Amber kept grinning as she followed me into my office with my coffee.
“You look tired. Maybe you should take the day off.”
I looked up at her in disbelief.
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