The Ivy League

by Parker, Ruby

  “Say it,” he said, placing the edge of the knife to the pounding pulse point in her neck.

  “Please,” she choked out, trying to swallow her fear, “I want you.”

  “That’s good,” he said, trailing the knife down her chest and around the swell of her breast. He dragged the tip to the perky pink bud in the center and poked at it slightly. “But I’m afraid that’s not good enough.”

  “I’m a whore,” she said, squealing and trying to pull away from the sting of the knife sticking into her nipple. “and I need your…”

  “Say it,” he said, his voice harsh as he pushed the point further into her nipple when she hesitated, drawing a drop of blood.

  “Your…” Krista fought to get the words out. She knew she had to say it, or he would never stop. “Your big cock fucking me.”

  “Very good, Krista,” he said. He dropped the knife. His hands wrapped around her hips and he buried himself inside of her with a single rough thrust. The moan that left her lips was echoed by a gasp as she realized he had used her real name.

  “Do you honestly think I don’t know who you are?” he said as he continued to fuck her. One hand moved from her hip to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back with a yank.

  The sensations that wracked her body were too much. She couldn’t think, couldn’t worry about how he knew her real name. The pleasure that mixed with the pain was so mind numbingly erotic, she didn’t even care.

  “I know a lot about you, Krista,” he said, as his strokes became even more wild and unyielding. He focused on her eyes, watching for the shock and fear that he knew would be there. He wasn’t disappointed.

  “I know you have a pink bedspread on the bed in your downtown apartment,” he said.

  His hands wrapped around her throat. He squeezed softly, feeling her windpipe, so vulnerable, so easily crushed. He was so close, and as he watched her eyes slowly blacking over, he came inside her with a heavy grunt.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mr. Banks watched with a goofy smile plastered on his face, and an ever growing bulge, in his lap as Jaya did a backbend, kicking her legs over her head and coming back down to the floor in a surprisingly graceful, slow motion, back flip. Kiku stood beside her with a cheery little smile, clapping her hands together and bouncing in excitement as Jaya showed off her acrobatic skills. Kiku was nearly as good, and had previously twisted herself into a little naked pretzel. The giddiness of the girls was contagious and Mr. Banks very quickly found his spirits lifted. Now he was ready for some real fun. This was just what he needed to melt away the pressures that he had taken on lately.

  He waved the girls over to him, but they became suddenly shy again. He grabbed Kiku by the wrist, and pulled her into his lap. She gasped and broke into giggles as he tickled her lightly.

  “I make you happy now, sir?” Kiku said. She batted her lidded eyes at him and nodded her head emphatically. Her enthusiasm was absolutely adorable and Mr. Banks couldn’t force himself to say no, even if he wanted to. She slid down his legs and landed on the floor in front of him. Her slender fingers hooked under the band of his boxer briefs and tugged on them. He lifted his hips to allow her to remove them and lolled his head back onto the top of the couch behind him as the warm, wet, pleasure of Kiku’s mouth surrounded him.

  Jaya slid into the sofa just beside him. Her bare olive skin sticking against the leather. She brushed the back of her fingers along the side of his neck, following them with her lips. She sucked at the fleshy part of his earlobe. Her tongue felt along the ridges of his ear, and her breathes ghosted over the now sensitive appendage. The combination of both girls’ attentions was bringing him quickly to his limit.

  “I join?” Jaya whispered into his ear with a thick accent.

  “By all means,” Mr. Banks, a pant behind his words. Jaya slid off the couch to join Kiku on the floor between his muscled limbs.

  Jaya ran her hands along Kiku’s body, exploring her every curve and swell as Mr. Banks watched. Kiku continued to suck him, swirling her tongue around the tip and varying the pressure. She had spent years perfecting her craft, and her dedication to the art was evident. But her concentration faltered slightly when Jaya’s hand found it’s way down her body, tweaking her most sensitive areas with an expertise only a woman could posses.

  Banks was absolutely sure he had discovered heaven at that very moment. Kiku moaned, and the vibrations shook through him, as she took as much of his hard length as she could. If he didn’t stop her, he would lose himself right there.

  “That’s,” he said, panting heavily as he looked down at Kiku, “enough of that.”

  “Such good work should be rewarded,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. “Lay down. Jaya, continue to pleasure Kiku.”

  Kiku sprawled out on the brown leather couch while Jaya knelt between her creamy white thighs, her rump in the air. Banks took only a sliver of a moment to enjoy the sight of her perfectly curved behind before positioning himself behind her. He grabbed onto Jaya’s ample hips and thrust into her.

  Jaya faltered with the sudden sting of pleasure that ripped through her. Mr. Banks was unusually large and he gave her little time to adjust as he began to fuck her relentlessly. Kiku’s head tossed as she moaned, and he knew she was close. The build up of pleasure gripped his body. He pulled out, releasing on Jaya’s back before giving her an open palmed smack on the rear that resonated through the office.

  “That was beautiful ladies,” Banks said, leaning away from the pair of girls as Jaya collapsed onto Kiki and they cuddled each other with the flush of sex staining their cheeks. He rose from the couch, his body thoroughly exhausted, and made his way over to the small bathroom off on side of his office. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself off as he returned to the girls.

  “I’ll take care of that, sir,” Kiku said in perfect English as she took the towel from him. He was stunned for a moment, his mind still fuzzy with pleasure. It took a moment to register what had happened. Jaya turned her face to look up at him with a wink. His lips curled into a smirk. Madame Gwen was indeed very good at what she did.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “Did you think our fun was over?” Dan said, panting heavily. He had a crooked smirk on his lips and a blood chilling glint in his eye. He couldn’t recall ever having quite so much fun with one of Madame Gwen’s girls before. This one had just the right mix of obedience, desire, and fear.

  A new rush of pleasure shuddered through Krista. This man, he was so intense. It made her blood boil right in her veins just looking in his eyes. She couldn’t fathom the things that he intended to do with her, that he hadn’t already done. This is what she had been searching for. He gave her something that quenched every sexual desire she had never been ever to quell before.

  “You’ve done well,” he said, the smirk stuck on his face. He reached up to the shackles that were holding her hands out from her body and unhooked them. Krista fell to the ground with a thud, her body too exhausted to hold itself up.

  “Now it’s time for your reward,” he said, tangling his fingers in her sweat soaked hair and pulling her head toward his rapidly returning arousal. Krista opened her mouth, ready to receive him. He yanked her hair back suddenly. Pain shot through her scalp.

  “You’re a little too eager,” he said, holding her just out of reach of his cock. She wanted to take every inch of him, in any way she could. Her eyes looked up to his, silently pleading with him to give her what she wanted. He was humiliating her, and she couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying it.

  “You may taste just the tip,” he said, relaxing his grip only slightly. “Is that understood?”

  Her tongue darted out as he pulled her just close enough to reach him and she lapped up the salty taste of his flesh. She wrapped her lips around the tip, massaging him with her mouth. She could feel the desire that had settled in her stomach rising immeasurably as she enjoyed her treat. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed more. Her lips crept lower, until her mouth
was full. Just as she gained a measure of fulfillment, he pulled viciously away from her. He yanked her head back, pulling on a clump of her hair.

  “I said just the tip,” he spat at her. “You’re going to have to be punished for that.”

  He dropped his handful of hair and pulled her arms overhead, reshackling them.

  “I think you need to cool off again,” he said, his wicked smirk twitching on his lips as Krista shook her head.

  “No,” she said, her face contorted, “please…”

  “Yes,” he said, stepping away from her as a thick chuckle filled his chest. “That’s the perfect punishment for a disobedient little whore.”

  He left the room, closing the door behind him and ignoring her pleas for mercy.

  #

  Krista had lost track of how much time she had spent in this little room, void of anything but the shackles that held her there. A client had a girl for the entire night, but Krista had never actually had to spend the entire night before. But she didn’t care. He could keep her here forever, and she wouldn’t care one bit, as long as he continued giving her such perfect torture.

  The door finally cracked open and Dan entered, showered and dressed impeccably in a dark blue suit. He said nothing, but looked at Krista with such a wicked glint that it sent a shiver of want through Krista.

  “Ask,” he said, anticipating her question and seeing her hesitation as her eyes took in the sight of him.

  “May I finish, sir?” Krista said, the desperation clear in her voice. Dan had never felt so satisfied as he did in that moment. He had her hooked.

  “No,” he said, walking over to her and unlatching the shackles that held her. “I finished myself.”

  Krista felt the disappointment like a stab in the chest. She reached out to him as he turned away from her and a whimpering plea left her lips. He looked down at her as she clutched at his legs, stopping for a moment to give her false hope.

  “Clean yourself up,” he said, pushing her away from him, and turning to leave, “and see yourself out.”

  Krista’s entire body was shivering. He had given her so much pain and pleasure mixed together so that she could no longer tell the two apart. Now, he left her so utterly unsatisfied. She wanted more. She had to have more. In that very moment, she knew. She knew she would never take any other client ever again. Not after what he had given her. No one else could ever do what he had done.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Banks,” Dan said, seeing his friend at their usual table. He flashed a smile as he took a seat across the table from him. They were both extremely busy men, but they had a standing weekly meeting at their favorite cigar bar.

  “How’s your week going, Dan?” Banks asked, with as much cheer as he could muster. As he had suspected would happen, his company’s oldest client had declined resigning with them and the board was holding him personally accountable. They had immediately filed an injunction to remove him as CEO. He had been fighting with them all week. He wasn’t sure why he was fighting it. Maybe he just needed to posthumously please his father.

  Banks had never wanted to run this company. His ambitions were for an academic career that he could make his own. The business had made his entire family extraordinarily wealthy, but it was a dreadfully boring and constantly stressful job to manage it. In his heart he knew he wanted nothing to do with it. But still, he couldn’t let his father’s legacy fall into the hands of the wrong people. He had searched for someone to take his place, but it was a hard job to fill. Aside from the work trouble that plagued him, his hard earned teaching career was on the verge of crumbling before his eyes. Teaching Sara was proving to be much harder than he had expected it to be. He just couldn’t concentrate with her sitting there, watching him.

  Dan immediately saw the stress on Banks’ face. He was a deeply personal man, and Dan didn’t see the need to pry. Instead, he had a much lighter subject to discuss.

  “I can’t complain,” Dan said, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling them to his elbows. “

  A waitress came to their table with a box of their personal cigars, an ashtray, lighter, and cutter.

  “Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?” the young girl asked, looking from one then the other with a polite smile. She was a new girl, or at least one they had never seen here before. She was pretty, with light brown hair and a slender shape.

  “What’s your name, miss?” Dan said, looking up at the girl with a borderline sleezy grin. Banks wanted to roll his eyes. This was typical Dan. He would hit on just about anything with a pretty smile and slim form. The most annoying thing about it was that he was actually pretty damn good at it.

  “Jennifer,” the waitress said, as she batted her eyelashes at Dan.

  “Well, Jennifer,” he said, leaning in closer and giving her wink, “would you mind bringing my friend and me a bottle of your finest scotch.”

  “Don’t you ever get tired of it?” Banks said, once the waitress had left. He was a guy like any other, and enjoyed playing the field. But there had come a point in his life that it didn’t satisfy him like it used to. He wanted more than just a one-night thing.

  “Never, my friend,” Dan said, picking a cigar from the box and using the cutter to snip the tip. “But, I have been thinking…”

  “I shudder to hear the possibilities,” Banks said, crossing one leg over the other as he got more comfortable.

  Dan laughed as he lit his cigar with the butane torch lighter. He was glad to see his friends spirits lifted, if only slightly. He and Banks had a complicated relationship. It was Dan who gave him his well-known nickname, Banks. He had a rather peculiar first name, the kind that is passed down as a family name. As long as Dan had known him, Banks had a complex about people using his first name. Dan thought it was ridiculous. Sure, it was an odd first name, but Dan had heard worse.

  They were rivals at just about everything. They had met while in grad school and regularly fought for the top grades in their classes. They were very different men, with oddly similar goals. They both wanted to be the top of their prestigious business school classes. Dan came from nothing, worked hard and made himself a very wealthy man on his natural business savvy. Banks was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and fought constantly to prove himself outside of his privileged upbringing.

  The waitress returned to their table with a decanter of scotch, and two tulip shaped glasses. She set the bottle on the table, sliding a napkin over to Dan before giving him a wink and leaving.

  “I’m thinking it is time for me to settle down,” Dan said, picking up the napkin and reading it before tucking it into his pocket. Banks poured them each a small glass.

  “Yeah,” Banks said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “I can see how ready you are.”

  “Well,” Dan said with a chuckle, picking his own glass up. He swirled his scotch, “settling down doesn’t mean I have to quit playing altogether.”

  “So who is this lucky bride-to-be?” Banks asked, leaning back in his chair. He knew Dan very well, and knew if he was bringing this up, he already had a girl in mind.

  “I believe you know her,” Dan said. The smile that spread on his face unsettled Banks immensely. “She’s so perfect, I’m willing to overlook the fact that she’s your sloppy seconds.”

  Banks maintained his composure, even as his heart sank into his stomach. He felt sick, like something very awful was about to happen.

  “It cost me a pretty penny to get her to meet me,” Dan said, pausing to take a sip of his scotch, “but I do believe I made quite an impression on her.”

  “Is that so?” Banks said, trying to maintain his cool.

  “We had a great first date,” Dan said, his smirk growing into a gloating smile.

  “I see,” Banks said, trying to wash the lump in his throat down with a sip of whisky. He really shouldn’t care. What he had with Sara was a perfect evening. But that illusion had shattered the moment it was over. He just didn’t understand why it bothere
d him so much.

  “I didn’t think she would be your type,” Banks said, trying to act casual.

  “She is,” Dan said, taking a drag from the hand rolled cigar. “That whole innocence thing she’s got going on is just what I need.”

  “I don’t…” Banks said, leaning forward and setting his glass down on the table. He was trying hard to hide his growing anger, but not doing a good job of it.

  “So are we competing for the lady’s affections, then?” Dan asked, cocking an eyebrow. “But tell me, friend, isn’t it against the rules to pursue one of your students.”

  “This isn’t over,” Banks said, rising from the table. He was done with this conversation. He had come to relax and shake off some of the troubles of the week. This was not something he wanted to confront right now. Dan relaxed into his chair, taking a long puff from his cigar as he watched his friend leave. The game was on.

  Chapter Twenty

  “As I suspected,” Mr. Banks said as he stared out at his class, trying with everything he had not to look at Sara, “some of you did well on the exam, and some not so well.”

  He wanted so badly to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. To tell her to stay away from Dan. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t his place. He had decided it was best for him to just stay out of it. With the possibility of him loosing his position at the company, he had to consider his academic career. Getting involved with a student, on any level, would sink him. And he just couldn’t let that happen.

  Sara waited anxiously to get her test back, watching Banks like a hawk as he took his time to get the small stack of papers out of his briefcase. It had been a very difficult first few weeks in his class, much more difficult than she had expected it to be. He clouded her thoughts, made it hard for her to concentrate. Every now and again, he would walk by her and she would catch a whiff of his cologne. Forbidden memories would flood her mind, completely wrecking her concentration. But still, she had studied hard, and felt confident she had done well on the test. She was hoping for a chance to prove herself to him.