"I guess watching you do anything is pretty hot," I said, trying to explain the curious mix of feelings inside me.
"You're so sweet," she said, sweeping her hands over my bare skin, up around my neck as she kissed me again, her lips so sugary against mine, despite the tang of wine lingering in her mouth. She said: "You know I love you, Jones."
It didn't matter that she'd said it before, just then it felt like the first time she'd said the L-word to me, all over again. Blessed heat blooming inside me, as my every cell rejoiced.
I said quietly: "I know."
She said, "I admit that time I let Brandon have me in front of you - that was to get back at you for what you did to me."
She was repeating herself, of course, the alcohol dulling her memory about what we'd discussed before. I didn't mind. Leaning back from me, she looked up at me with a pair of little-girl-lost innocent eyes, and I couldn't possibly be even the slightest bit annoyed at her.
"I know, you said before. I deserved it," I said.
Another kiss. Everything was fine after one of her blissful smooches.
But then she said: "I did love having you watching, though, Jones."
"Is that right?"
"Didn't you see me come like crazy?" she grinned.
Now I pulled off her blouse, up over her head since it wasn't one that opened in the front. And then we both fumbled with her bra - me because I'm a guy, and it doesn't matter how many one night stands I'd had since college, I still hadn't mastered the easy bra catch-flick that apparently was possible. Oh, and her because she still had so much dry white wine floating around her system.
Oh God, she was magnificent. She paused for effect, letting my eyes feast on her bare breasts and hard nipples before reaching one hand around to the back of my neck to pull me in for another deep kiss.
"I had a good time tonight," she said in between sucking on my lips and trying to force her tongue inside my more-than-willing mouth.
"Me too," I said.
"You should get a reward," she said, and then laughed again, clearly feeling the response of my manhood to her suggestion. "Somebody likes that idea," she said.
"What can I say? You give good rewards." I didn't add that she also gave horrific punishments.
Kissing her neck gently, breathing in her fragrant perfume blended with the underlying soft sweet scent of her signature coconut, I ran my hands all over her exquisite curves, awestruck by the softness of her skin, the heat from her body. My hands seemed to fall naturally to her butt, fingers slipping under her as she sat there on the edge of the couch, and I was pulling her to me, crushing my hard cock against the heat emanating through the thin black material of her panties.
Zoey let out a long, deep moan, and leaned back, allowing me to kiss down her chest to the rise of her breasts, my hands moving up now to support them and appreciate their shape as I kissed her there, tasting her lightly salted flesh and swirling my tongue around her sensitive, so-stiff nipples.
"You can do anything you like with me tonight," Zoey said with a sensual sigh. "That's your reward, Aiden."
Her use of my first name in this context of the two of us alone together was a strong signal to me. We were just boyfriend and girlfriend for the rest of the night, and that was just fine with me for now.
"Is that a good reward, sweetie?" she asked me. I couldn't help but smile at her endearment, even as I continued kissing and sucking on her glorious breasts, her hand on the back of my head encouraging me.
"It's a wonderful reward," I replied, moving to her other breast, her other nipple, loving how my fondling and licking made her writhe and moan, my Aphrodite descended from heaven.
And I was keen to start claiming my reward.
I kissed my way down her heaving chest, and onward down her shapely stomach and navel, kneeling down and leaning back a little as my hands found her hips, my fingers the waistband of her underwear.
"You don't waste any time," she joked, but certainly wasn't preventing me from removing her panties - lifting her hips to help me slip them effortlessly down her smooth thighs, past her knees, down and off.
"I'm serious when it comes to rewards," I said, and now gazed in unabashed wonderment as Zoey sat there completely naked, her nipples so hard, straining upwards from her pert breasts, one leg falling to the side to reveal the thrilling sight of her open pussy.
I remained where I was, sitting on the carpet, leaning in to kiss her just above her mound. Every breath was laden with her spicy arousal, her feminine fragrance, her coconut essence - I adored it. I intended to have my fill that night.
She said, a strange note of uncertainty in her voice: "You did hear me say you can do whatever you want with me, right, Aide?"
I looked up at her and smiled. "I did," I said, and gave her a long wet kiss just beside her glistening folds. "This is what I want most, right now," I added. "I'll let you know when I want something different."
She smiled, and now lay back, saying: "You're a really special guy, you know that, Aide?"
And then her legs were apart for me, my hands holding her hot, firm thighs as I indulged in my reward - kissing around her smoldering slit, then running my tongue through the soft slick folds of her beautiful pussy, tasting her salty, sharp flavor, adoring every moment.
I'll admit - I took full advantage of both her offer for me to do whatever I wanted with her, and the fact that she was still highly affected by all the wine she'd enjoyed that night - not to mention a crazy day that had started out with the two of us going down on our CEO together.
I stayed there in my comfortable position on the floor, feasting on her succulent pussy for a good while longer than she'd ever let me before. I lost complete track of time as I gorged myself on her, driving my tongue inside her, sopping up her never-ending flow of tangy juices.
Perched on the edge of the couch seemed to be the perfect position for me to worship her, to explore the center of her womanhood and even experiment with what little tricks made her respond most.
I'd served her often enough, but this was now at my pace. I could slip my fingers inside her and caress her soft, wet pussy with the time to learn where her most sensitive places were to be found.
Perhaps calmed by the alcohol, or simply from her decision to lie back and let me do as I pleased, she seemed happy to go along with my slow, explorative approach, though she encouraged me along by the way she writhed as I touched her, the way her chest heaved as she breathed so deeply, the way she licked her lips when she looked down into my eyes and the way she quietly called out my name in wonderment as I found just the right way to find her bliss.
She came once, twice, three times - and there was no mistaking it. My lips locked around her sensitive little clit, the heat of my wet mouth surrounding her button as I sucked and licked around it, taking care not to overdo the direct contact - that was the first. Her body quivering, rocking uncontrollably as she cried out without holding back. Other times, she seemed to come unexpectedly, like when I nudged up against a particular place inside her, and she snapped her hand down around my wrist to make damn-well-sure I kept doing that a while.
What unsurpassed beauty I beheld as I sat there between her thighs, having my wicked way with her.
It was seriously late when I took a break for an ice-cool drink of water from the kitchen.
Zoey lay full out on the couch as she watched me head behind the counter to fetch a glass, her body still squirming - almost dancing as she lay there - as the endorphins continued to circulate in her system.
"That was the most amazing thing," she said, lying there, her hand slipping down between her legs almost as if to check she wasn't dreaming the sensations I'd provoked between her thighs.
The cool, cool water felt glorious going down, as I appreciated her exquisite form lying there like some kind of fine art, beaming up at me with unbridled joy, giggling, laughing, completely on fire.
"You really do like to do that, huh? Even when it's all up to you?"
Padding back over to her, I smiled. "Nothing better."
"Nobody's ever made me come like you do."
"Nobody's ever inspired me to do so like you do."
Zoey nodded, and I wondered if she didn't somehow appreciate me a little more for knowing how I was - how she'd now molded me.
"I'm not just saying that," she said, talking while she kissed my belly. "With the few others I've been with, I hardly ever came, and when I did, it was like on or off. I either came or, usually, I didn't. With you, it's like there's a whole menu of different orgasms I could have."
Then she added: "Don't you think it's time for a little payback?"
She chuckled as she saw my semi-hard cock stiffen again at the thought, and the sight of her lying there touching herself enticingly.
Zoey licked her lips in clear invitation for me to come forward, and present my hardness for her enjoyment. As she lay there, I touched my rigid cock down to her eager mouth, which she opened to taste my tip, her tongue slipping out to swirl around my sensitive flesh.
"Mmm…" she moaned as she began licking my cock as though it were made of sugar.
She looked up at me with a sexy little smile, and then took my cock inside her hot, wet mouth, wrapping her lips around my shaft, then withdrawing, only to sink down on me again.
She rolled over onto her front, pushing herself up a little so she could suck me with full force.
I held back her hair as she bobbed on my shaft, forming a loose ponytail in my fingers as she squeezed my manhood with her lips, her cheeks, that wonderful tongue. I couldn't help but let out a deep groan as she surrounded me in her irresistible heat.
I nearly lost myself as my hands gripped her pretty face, my hips beginning to respond to her near-brutal assault on my cock, so that I ended up fucking her mouth, using that oh-so-pretty face for my own ends - and she was encouraging me every minute.
But I did manage to hold back, just in time, before it all ended with a blowout in her mouth.
"What do you want?" she asked me softly, reminding me that it was my lead tonight.
I looked at her, somehow surprised she was granting me this incredible honor of having my way with her, in any way I wanted.
"Tell me," she insisted. "Tell me what you want, Aide."
"Your pussy," I said, the words seeming strange in my mouth, though seeming to light up her eyes as I said them. "I want to fuck your sweet pussy, Zoey. Right now."
"Thought you'd never ask."
I gave her room to position herself as she wanted, and she was soon on all fours, presenting her delectable rear to me, pale in the moonlight.
"Go slow," she said quietly. "I want to feel every inch."
"Can you wait while I find some protection?"
But she shook her head. "I think I trust you by now. I'm on the pill, you know."
Her pert butt was breathtaking just waiting for me there, cheeks so beautifully round, pussy so pretty with those tender pink folds. Kneeling up behind her, I nestled my rigid shaft between her cheeks, feeling the searing heat of her flesh, hearing her moan as she felt the form of my full hardness there, pressing against her sensitive pussy lips.
I used the tip of my cock to spread her moisture from her smoldering groove all over her outer lips, loving the slick sensation of gliding over her soft skin like that. Then I eased the tip of my cock inside her at last.
"Oh God, that's amazing," she breathed.
"You know you can have this as often as you like," I said, groaning a little as I slid myself the full way inside her slippery pussy.
"Oh, I know. But you know how crazy you get when I deny you for a while? It's so sexy seeing you like that."
"I think it actually makes me come harder when you do let me," I revealed.
She glanced back, grinning at her cruel streak. "You know, maybe we should get a little cage for your beast, so it really is only me that has the key to your release."
"I'm not sure about that…" I said, nervous that despite the progress we'd made in our relationship, there were dark ideas that could be just a little too kinky.
"I read about these sweet little steel ones - very hygienic, but sexy as hell," she said, frightening me not for the first time. "Apparently, every time you move, you feel the device and you remember you're owned. Imagine how distracted you'd be at the office!"
I gave an anxious little laugh, said: "You didn't hear about that guy who got stopped at Chicago O'Hare when he was found wearing one of those?"
She grinned, "I would let you out for special occasions."
"You really do have no shortage of filthy ideas, do you?"
"Isn't that why you love me so much?"
Well, I knew I had to take all this one step at a time - if there were things she wanted to try, we could try them and if they didn't work out, that would be that. But how could I complain in this kind of relationship?
True enough, it was for her to control access to her own pussy, but I had to concede that it only made it all the sweeter and more significant when I was allowed inside her if it was restricted so much of the time.
Zoey felt so amazing, so tight around my bare cock. I held her waist with both hands and pumped into her, pounding her flesh, her whole body seeming to shiver with each blow as I thrust inside her.
"Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus..."
Her breasts moving, her hair swinging, she was loving every minute of it, now kneeling up while I was still inside her, allowing me to hold her, squeeze her breasts, kiss her neck while still pumping my hips to move within her.
It was tough to avoid coming inside her straight away, but moderating my pace, I just about managed to last until she appeared to have another shuddering orgasm.
"Oh Aiden, my love," she moaned as we both slumped forward, and I lay on top of her as my last few thrusts took me to the edge and beyond, and there as I drove onwards that last short way to heaven, for the first time my hot come splashed inside her.
Chapter Twenty Four
We settled into something like a routine, in what I guess you might say was another golden period of our relationship. I loved to serve her, she loved the way I made her feel. She'd reward me with time off from domination, and punish me with errands, chores around her apartment or simple refusal to allow me sexual release.
Life in the office was great - we were careful to avoid any hint of a relationship, and kept our paws to ourselves during office hours, increasingly taking our after-hours activity back to her place or, more occasionally, mine.
Our work meant we were often on the road - pitching, promoting, through meetings, conferences and industry exhibitions. It was frustrating when we were away separately, but with Zoey heading up the department, it was uncanny how frequently our paths seemed to go in parallel.
Attending conferences or exhibitions together in other cities across America was particularly fun.
Zoey enjoyed spending all day flirting with other execs right in front of me, knowing I couldn't say anything to her not only because of my subservient role in our relationship, but because we were keeping our relationship under wraps. And she knew full well it drove me wild with repressed jealousy and unbridled arousal, my eyes lighting up with those conflicting emotions - the fire of hurt that she was inviting lusty attention from other men, blended with the sparks of excitement at how sexual she was, at how all this must have been getting her damp between the legs, and thinking about what would happen as soon as the networking was done and we were safely back in our hotel.
She was a wild, wild, beautiful woman.
Sometimes, she wouldn't last the day. She'd drag me out of a conference during the coffee break or at lunch, ordering me to wait five minutes then head up to our room, if the event was held in a hotel, or some appointed darkened corner of a bathroom on another floor if not. I'd find her there, hiking up her skirt, sitting back against a basin or a table or our bed so I could kneel before her and let her clamp her stocking-clad legs around me and ride my face.
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bsp; When she was flirting with other guys, I noticed a slightly strange aspect of myself, in how I reacted to it.
Although I felt that pang of jealousy no matter who she was batting her eyelids at, it felt some how more bitter when the guy she was chatting up was the kind of quiet, modest type who admired her and hung off her every word, as though he might be a submissive if she ever got him somewhere alone. When it was a bullish alpha male that talked over her and generally tried to dominate conversations, more interested in impressing her with his achievements than in actually finding out about her - well, I guess I just felt less threatened, somehow. I don't know how much real logic there was in my gut feelings, but I suspected my subconscious felt that alpha males were all very well, but they couldn't make her feel the way I did. They were no threat to our emotional bond.
When she flirted with other guys, my mind did flick back to that dark, dark night when she brought Brandon between us. While I disliked him with a passion, particularly in how he had treated her, I just couldn't let the thought lie that it had been hot to watch her being sexually pleasured by someone else, yet requiring me to be there watching in order to take her over the edge.
I did wonder if we allowed her flirting to proceed to the next level again with one of these alpha males, if we might capture the thrills of that night in Philadelphia without the pitfalls associated with Brandon.
But ultimately, I still harbored that fear that she still held a torch for her ex, still felt something for him and his domineering ways. I wasn't confident I could do enough to assuage that particular desire she had deep inside.
*
Zoey knew about my fears, and she played upon them more than a little.
I remember a conference in Portland. It was a fairly industry-specific event regarding compliance in the manufactured goods field, and so we were there only as sponsors and media partners, highlighting the brands of our relevant magazine titles, fishing for advertising leads and boosting subscription numbers a little along the way.
It had been a fairly successful event - five companies were interested in what we had to offer from a promotional point of view, which was probably three more than you might expect from a smallish event of roughly 200 delegates. And one of those leads appeared to be a sure-fire long-term inside front cover sponsor. That got both Zoey and I fired up.
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