by Elizabeth
“That is true.” He compressed his lips. “So you’re saying, if I don’t fuck you, I’m not meeting your needs.”
“And you’re a very good Dom. You won’t really allow that, will you?”
He nodded, seeming to have made a decision. “You’re right. It seems this relationship is not working as is.”
She waited quietly, her insides trembling in anticipation, waiting for him to agree to sweep her into his bed and fuck her brains out. Or to the sofa, or the bar stools. Or mashed up against the big window. She didn’t care as long as she felt that big, hard cock inside her.
“It seems I have no choice.” He captured her gaze. “I have enjoyed our time together, Sylvia. But unfortunately, it must now end.”
Shock washed through her.
“No, that’s not what I want.”
“But you’re right. If I’m not meeting your needs, I’m not the right Dom for you. That means it’s time for you to leave.”
“But—”
He stood up and walked away from the table. “Good-bye.”
* * *
Sylvia strode though the lobby, toward the front entrance. Anger and humiliation washed through her at his easy dismissal of her.
She’d parked her car in valet parking last night, at Mr. Grant’s instructions. She stepped outside into the warm air and pulled the valet ticket from her purse and handed it to the doorman.
“Oh, Miss Reed, Mr. Grant called down and asked that you wait here for a minute.”
She glanced at him in surprise.
“You can sit right there.” He gestured to a wooden bench near some lovely planters full of pink and purple flowers and tall ornamental grasses.
She sat down, but didn’t have to wait long. A big black limo pulled up and the back window glided down to reveal Mr. Grant.
“Sylvia. Join me.”
He opened the door and she climbed inside.
“I thought about what you said,” he said once she’d closed the door. “I don’t really want this to end between us, so I have an idea of how to meet your needs.”
* * *
The limo pulled into the driveway of a nice, stately house in a good neighborhood, with tall trees and large yards. There was a circular driveway and he stopped in front of the house.
Elation had filled Sylvia as soon as she’d joined him in the limo. He didn’t want to end it with her, so he’d come up with a plan to make it work between them. She was dying to know what he had in mind, hoping fervently that it involved him leaning her over and driving into her. Hard.
“Where are we?” she asked. They’d driven here in silence, his only response to her question about what his plan was that she wait and see.
“We’re at a friend’s.”
The chauffeur opened the door and she got out of the car, followed by Mr. Grant. The car pulled away as she followed Mr. Grant up the stone steps to the front door. He tapped the knocker and a few minutes later, the door opened.
To her surprise, Slade stood in the doorway, tall and muscular, and as handsome as ever. He was one of Mr. Grant’s partners. When her friend Becca had first set up this sexual fantasy for her, she had found herself in Slade’s capable hands, as well as the other three partners in Mr. Grant’s company. But not Mr. Grant. Not that first time.
She had formed a special connection with Slade. After that first time with him, she’d had dreams of his big hands caressing her, his big body close, his big cock hard and unyielding, driving into her. With him, it was easy.
With Mr. Grant, it was complicated.
“Mr. Grant, nice to see you.” Slade smiled at her. “And Sylvia. Always a pleasure.”
Slade and the other partners all called him Mr. Grant, while he called them by their first names. Mr. Grant seemed to be the one who controlled the direction of the company and the others treated him as the boss.
“Come in.” Slade stepped aside while the two of them entered, then he closed the door. The entrance was lovely, sunlight shimmering in the beveled windows in the double doors, setting the glossy white marble tiles alight. There was a tall plant in the corner and mirrored closet doors. The furniture she could see in the living room and dining room were tasteful and expensive-looking in leather and solid wood.
Who knew that Slade, who rode a motorcycle and wore faded jeans and T-shirts to the office, would have a beautiful place like this? She would have assumed a small, comfortable apartment with very basic furniture.
“You have a lovely home,” she said.
“Thanks. It’s got a nice backyard with a pool, too. Perfect for such a hot day.”
“Oh, but I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Mr. Grant said.
Her stomach quivered as she followed the two men through the house toward the back door. Slade opened the French doors leading to the patio. She stepped onto the granite patio, careful of her footing in her spike heeled shoes on the uneven surface.
They sat down at a teak table overlooking the kidney-shaped pool.
“Do you like margaritas?” Slade asked, picking up an icy pitcher.
“Yes, thank you.”
Mr. Grant nodded.
Slade poured them both a glass and Sylvia sipped the tart liquid.
“Why don’t we sit by the pool?” Slade suggested.
Mr. Grant stood up and took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. He held out his hand and Sylvia slipped off her suit jacket and handed it to him. He slung it over his and walked to the pool, then sat in one of the chairs facing the water, beside Slade.
She stepped to another chair.
Before she sat down, Mr. Grant said, “Wait, Sylvia. You look hot in those clothes. Take off your blouse and skirt.”
His tone brooked no argument. She unbuttoned the blouse and slid it from her shoulders, aware of Slade watching her with a half-smile on his face. She reached behind her and unbuttoned her skirt, anticipation building in her. She would soon be close to naked in front of both of them.
Both men had seen her completely naked before, but it was still unnerving to be undressed in front of these two fully dressed men.
She dropped her skirt to the ground.
She kept telling herself it was just like wearing a bikini, except she didn’t wear bikini bottoms as skimpy as this thong, which left her ass totally exposed, and the lace on the bra did nothing to hide her hard nipples.
“Very nice, baby,” Slade said. “Come here.”
She stepped toward him and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His tongue teased her lips, then slipped inside. As he explored her mouth, holding her tight to his body with one arm around her waist, crushing her breasts against his solid, rock hard chest, his other hand stroked over her naked behind.
“Why don’t you smack that pretty bottom of hers?” Mr. Grant said.
“Why? Has she been a bad girl?”
“On the contrary. She’s been very good. I just want to see the flush of red.”
Slade laughed and slapped her backside. She arched against him, coming in full contact with the growing bulge in his jeans.
He kissed her again, this time storming her mouth in earnest, and both his hands cupped her ass and he pulled her tight to his growing erection. Then he slapped her again. Her insides tightened in need.
His eyes glittered. “You do like that, don’t you?”
Her cheeks heated and she didn’t answer him.
He nipped her lips, then released her.
“So why are you two here, other than a nice visit?”
“Sylvia helped me celebrate a business deal last night, and the experience left her wanting more. I thought between the two of us, we could bring her some satisfaction.”
“Ah, that’s the kind of visit I like best.”
He stripped off his T-shirt, the muscles of his arms and chest rippling nicely as he pulled it over his head, then tossed it aside. He unfastened his jeans and dropped them to the ground, then kick
ed them away.
“I am definitely ready for you, baby,” he said as he took her hand and pressed it to his cock, which was barely contained in his briefs.
She stroked over the fabric, then slid her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his huge member. As she stroked him, she felt Mr. Grant step behind her. His fingers brushed her back as he unhooked her bra, then stripped it away.
“Oh, fuck, honey, I love those beautiful breasts of yours.” Slade cupped one of them as Mr. Grant stripped her panties down her legs and slipped them off each foot.
She glanced around as she saw a shirt fly to the side, and she saw Mr. Grant taking off his pants. Slade turned her around, cupping both her breasts and she watched as Mr. Grant slid his boxers down, revealing his enormous cock. It hung between his legs like a huge pendulum, but as he watched Slade pinch her nipples, it started to harden.
“You like his big cock?” Slade nuzzled her ear and she just nodded. “It’s bigger than mine.”
“They’re both pretty big,” she said breathlessly as Mr. Grant stood watching her, his cock growing steadily stiffer and larger.
She pushed her ass hard against Slade, loving the feel of his big member against her.
Slade laughed. “That’s true, but I doubt you’ll be taking his in your ass.”
“How wet is she, Slade?”
Slade ran his finger down her stomach, then between her legs and dipped inside.
“She’s pretty fucking wet.”
“Sylvia, get over here and suck me. Now.”
She darted forward and started to crouch down in front of Mr. Grant, her gaze glued to his huge erection.
“No, bend over.”
She bent at the waist and took his shaft in her hands, then brought the tip to her mouth. She opened as wide as she could to take him inside. She felt Slade step behind her and he began stroking her ass.
She pushed forward, the big, solid member in her mouth too big to take very deep. She swirled her tongue around his corona, then began to suck. Slade’s hands glided over the curves of her behind, then with a start, she felt his hot, hard cock nudge her slick folds.
Oh, God, he was going to push inside her. And she wanted him to so badly.
Mr. Grant cupped her head and pulled her forward, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. She began sucking him again as Slade pushed slowly into her.
“Do you like the feel of his big cock pushing into you,” Mr. Grant asked.
She nodded, thinking she’d die of pure pleasure at finally having a cock inside her. The big erection slid deeper, until he was pressed tight against her, filling her all the way.
But she thought from Slade’s comments about Mr. Grant being too big for her ass, that they were both going to take her at the same time and that Slade would be in the back.
“Suck me, woman,” Mr. Grant commanded and she realized she’d been distracted from her duty.
She sucked him, stroking the exposed part of his shaft with her hand. Slade drew back then pushed forward again in a long, leisurely stroke.
Tucking her hands between his legs, she cupped Mr. Grant’s balls and caressed them lightly as she squeezed his enormous cockhead in her mouth.
He groaned and pulled back as Slade entered her with another long, languid stroke.
“Are you ready, Slade?”
“Fuck yeah. Are you kidding?”
“Then let’s do it.”
The need in Mr. Grant’s eyes thrilled her. Slade wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her back against him, then guided her to a rock wall about the height of a bar stool, near the pool and leaned her over it. The rock was harsh and cool against her naked breasts.
She felt Slade’s hot cock press against her back opening, slick from her juices, and he pressed forward, slowly, but firmly. His cockhead stretched her as he continued the pressure, and she pushed against him, then he slid inside. He stopped with only his big cockhead inside, having breached the tight ring of muscles, then after a couple of breaths, he pushed forward again.
He stretched her back passage and pushed deep inside. Once he was fully immersed, he held still for a few moments, his arms still around her waist, his big body pressed tight to hers.
Finally, he started to move, drawing her back against him, and turned her around. He perched on the wall, and drew her tight to his body. Now she faced Mr. Grant and he stared at her with fire in his deep blue eyes.
He stepped close to her. He hesitated, seeming to want to say something, but then he cupped her face and captured her mouth, driving his tongue deep inside. He thrust like she wanted him to do with his cock. She was afraid he was going to change his mind, so she reached for his cock and wrapped her hand around it, as best she could with his girth.
He released her lips and gazed down at her with such need she thought she’d cry.
“Please, Mr. Grant. Fuck me now.”
He pushed her hand from his cock and grasped it, then pushed it to her opening. She was already full of Slade’s big cock in her back passage. The feel of Mr. Grant’s even bigger member pushing in her front opening was absolutely incredible. She feared she would faint from the sheer intensity of it.
“Oh, God, yes.” She sounded close to tears.
“Ah, fuck.” Mr. Grant drove deep and she gasped.
Slade cupped her breasts and thrust his pelvis forward, filling her.
The two men found a rhythm, both pulsing into her first in short strokes, then in longer and deeper ones. Pleasure rippled through her and she could barely stay conscious with the breathtaking sensations surging through her. They moved faster, thrust harder, driving her pleasure to a peak. Then higher. She clung to Mr. Grant’s shoulders and moaned as they drove her over the edge. Ecstasy burst through her, catapulting her to a state of pure, unadulterated joy. She could feel their big cocks driving into her body, but it was strangely distant, yet intensely intimate.
Pleasure flooded her and she moaned and moaned.
Mr. Grant jerked against her and then erupted inside. She could feel the hot liquid filling her. Slade groaned and released inside her, too.
The three of them stood there, gasping for breath, and enjoying the glowing aftermath of their lovemaking. After what seemed like a long time, and a time she never wanted to end, Mr. Grant drew back. His cock fell from her body and the intense intimacy they’d just shared slipped away as his eyes turned to their usual business-like aloofness.
He turned and gathered up his clothes, then pulled them on. Slade turned her in his arms, his big cock slipping from her body, too, then kissed her.
“That was stupendous. You’re welcome to come over anytime you want.” He tipped up her chin and claimed her lips again, kissing her with a sweetness that made her want to melt against him and stay in his arms forever.
“I’ve texted the driver. Get dressed, Sylvia.”
And just like that it was over.
Ten minutes later, she was dressed and they were standing at the front door saying goodbye to Slade. He kissed her once more before she stepped outside, under Mr. Grant’s watchful, distant gaze.
“The driver’s here. Let’s go,” Mr. Grant said.
She followed him to the car. The driver opened the door for them and she climbed inside. She wasn’t sure of Mr. Grant’s mood. He seemed almost angry, but he said nothing as they drove. When they passed the turn to the hotel, she glanced at him.
“Aren’t we going to get my car?” she asked. It was still at the hotel where she’d met him and his business associates last night.
“No,” he said with no further explanation.
Was he taking her to her apartment? But he didn’t know where she lived. That had seemed the safest thing when she’d started this, keeping her in control of when she saw these men who helped her live out her sexual fantasy.
They drove about a half hour out of the city and finally turned down a small treed road. As they drove further, she realized it was actually a private driveway. Then she saw the big house
ahead, hidden by trees until they got close to the large, manicured front yard. The driver stopped and opened the door.
“Where are we?” she asked, wondering if he expected her to entertain more business associates.
“This is my house.”
He stepped out of the car and held his hand out to her. She took it and he helped her from the car. “I was hoping you’d spend the night with me.”
It was a request, not a command, and it made her smile.
“I would love to.”
She followed him to the big double-door entrance. She couldn’t believe he’d actually brought her to his home. He was so closed most of the time and this was… well, almost an intimate act on his part.
He opened the door and let her into his private domain. He guided her past the sumptuous foyer to a big kitchen with black marble counters and rich, burgundy wood cupboards.
“Are you hungry?”
The smell of cooking filled her nostrils. Rich and spicy.
“I texted the cook to put on a lasagna before she left. It should be about ready.”
They sat on tall stools at an eating area in the kitchen and ate the delicious lasagna, complete with garlic bread, a tangy Caesar salad, and a delightful red wine. Afterward, they went into the living room with the rest of the wine bottle and Mr. Grant put on a movie. It was a light romantic comedy and he sat by her side as they enjoyed the wine and the movie.
When it ended, she sipped her glass of wine as he turned off the television
“You like Slade, don’t you?” he said.
“Yes. I like all your partners.”
“But Slade is special.”
She gazed at him and nodded. “Yes, but you don’t need to be jealous of him.”
“I just see that he gives you something you need. I’m not sure how to give you that.”
She stroked his cheek and he almost flinched. “You give me something I need more.”
He nodded. “I understand that. I just want to figure out how to give you both.”
He took her hand from his cheek and stared into her eyes. The complexity of his expression left her wondering what to do, or say.
He took the wine glass from her hand and set it on the table, then he totally surprised her by tugging her close to his body and kissing her. It was a hard, firm kiss that turned passionate. His tongue invaded her mouth and she almost gasped for breath when he released her.
