Two Days, Three Nights

by Two Days, Three Nights (lit)

  “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you.“ He reached her bra and released the front clasp with a practiced twist of his fingers. He removed the garment and allowed it to drop to the floor. He cupped her breast, palming her as if to judge her weight and size. He brushed his thumb over her aching peak and she purred.

  He’s a client.

  He rolled her aroused nipple between his fingers and a whimper passed her lips. She pressed back. His erection was hard and throbbing against the crease of her buttocks. He had magic hands and she wanted so much more than the teasing touches he offered. She started to turn, but he stopped her by placing his hands on her shoulders.

  “That isn’t how this game will be played.” He adjusted her toward the desk and away from him before he released her. “Face forward until I tell you it’s all right to move.”

  Victoria started to object, but he gently hushed her as he skimmed the jacket off her shoulders and tossed it over her chair. She shivered as cool air chilled her overheated skin. She was intrigued. It had been a long time since anyone had presumed to tell her what to do and never had it been like this.

  Strong fingers curled around each wrist as he guided her hands to the desk, forcing her to lean over the aged walnut. Her thighs pressed against the wood as his lips brushed her shoulder. He hooked her fingers over the edges, showing her how he wanted her to grip the desk. “Don’t move, Victoria. Not until I allow it.”

  She was shocked by his command and even more surprised by the rush of arousal that followed. There was a telltale pulse beating between her legs and her sex felt warm and liquid. She hadn’t been this aroused since Brad had tied her to his bed, given her a gentle spanking and then left her for over an hour to await his pleasure. But that was in the privacy of his apartment and behind closed, locked doors, not in her office, for crying out loud.

  What the devil is happening to me?

  Her grip tightened. Anyone could walk into her office and see her half-naked and pressed against her desk. Her reputation as well as her career hung in the balance and that wasn’t something to toy with. She had to stop this madness before it went any further.

  But all objections flew from her mind as he kissed the very tip of her spine. Shivers raced across her skin as he worked his way down her back, pressing kisses here and nipping her skin there through the camisole. His hands continued a slow, sensual massage as he reached the waist of her skirt. “Remove your camisole, Victoria.”

  She bit her lip. “I…”

  “Remove it now.” He stood. “You may take your hands from the desk to do so.”

  With trembling hands, she took hold of the hem and pulled the garment over her head. Her nipples beaded as the cool, air-conditioned air kissed them.

  “You should never wear a bra. You have magnificent breasts.” His hands skimmed her sides to caress the tender underside of her breasts.

  “They’re too big so I have to wear one.” She quivered as his fingers touched her nipples.

  “Nonsense, they’re perfection. I forbid you to wear a bra or panties any time you’re with me,” he said.

  Her vagina flooded with moisture at his command and she almost wept at the sheer perfection of the moment. Here was a Master the likes of which Brad could never be. Here was the man who could master her, teach her about the dark eroticism she so craved while taking her to the heights of pleasure.

  But he was a client.

  She closed her eyes as he continued his sensual assault on her breasts, leaving no inch untouched. Under normal circumstances, she’d say Hunt wasn’t her type. He was a bad boy who’d been disinherited from his wealthy family while in his late teens. More at home in blue jeans than any man ought to be, he was a self-educated man. After he’d inherited the small, almost-bankrupt shipping company from a distant relative, he’d managed to build a multi-million dollar company from next to nothing.

  His hands were large and calloused, and his feet were big. She wiggled her hips against his erection. Everything about Hunt was larger than life. She shivered in anticipation.

  “Unzip your skirt.”

  She hesitated, knowing she should stop, but every cell in her body urged her to continue on the sensual journey he’d begun.

  “Now, Victoria.”

  Her logical mind wanted to rebel against his command, but her innate desire to serve her Master won the inner struggle. She grasped the waist of her skirt and slid down the zipper. She pushed the soft material over her hips and carefully stepped out before tossing it over the back of her chair. Clad only in the thong panties, thigh highs and her heels, she felt as if she were having an out-of-body experience. Did he intend for her to display herself or was he going to take her here on her desk?

  His breathing was harsh in her ear as he skimmed his hand over her buttocks and gave them a friendly squeeze. Sliding his hand between her thighs, he cupped her mons. She whimpered and thrust against his big hand, helpless to stop herself.

  “Remove your panties.”

  With trembling hands, she slid them down and stepped away. She picked them up and started to toss them onto the chair with her other clothes.

  “Hand them to me.”

  She crumpled the silk in her hand and she could feel the crotch was damp with her arousal. She hesitated, her cheeks flushed. “I-“

  “Now, Victoria.” Hunt took the garment from her limp hand and held them in front of her eyes, fingering the damp spot. “You creamed your panties, didn’t you?” He raised them to within an inch of her nose and she inhaled her rich and loamy scent“You’re very aroused, aren’t you, Victoria?”

  She couldn’t answer, too ashamed to admit to the evidence that was literally staring her in the face. He leaned over her shoulder and raised the panties to his nose. His teeth met with a click and his grip on her waist tightened. Against her buttocks, she felt his cock straining against his pants.

  “Oh yes, quite aroused.” She was pleased to note the strained tone of his voice. “This is turning you on, standing before me naked like this.”

  “No,” she mumbled.

  “Liar.” He tossed the panties onto the chair and stepped away. Victoria felt chilled without his big body covering her. “I won’t tolerate liars and you’ll do well to learn that.”

  Her heart raced. “W-w-what are you going to do?’

  “I think you need a lesson. I’ll teach you to never lie to me again. Now put your hands back on the desk the way I showed you.”

  She hesitated.

  “Do it or your punishment will be worse.”

  Victoria swallowed and placed her hands on the desk, gripping the edge like she was told. From her position with her hips tilted backwards, she was exposed, helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted to do. A thrill of naughtiness ran through her.

  “Close your eyes, Victoria.”

  “I c-c-can’t see you as you’re behind me-“

  “Do it now or I’ll blindfold you. Would you like that, Victoria? To be blindfolded?” She heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt. “Or maybe you need a little corporal punishment to see the error of your ways?”

  “No!” She was ashamed to realize that a part of her was extremely excited by the idea. Heavens above, was this really happening to her? Any minute now, she was going to wake up and find out that she’d fallen asleep in her office chair and was going to be late to the party. Her cunt flexed as Hunt brushed her buttocks with his leather belt.

  “You’re lying to me again, Victoria.”

  “N-n-no…I-I…” She squeezed her eyes shut. Any minute now, he was going to strike her…

  She heard the buckle hit the desk as his hands gripped her hips, pushing her forward slightly. “Spread your legs and show yourself to me.”

  Biting her lip, she spread her legs as tension built in her body. When was the last time she’d been aroused like this? With Brad? Before him? Never? She fought the urge to grind her pussy against the desk and bring herself the relief she needed.

/>   “I can see how hot and wet you are for me. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  She remained silent.

  “I’d recommend that you answer me.” The soft leather pressed into the crack of her buttocks. “You enjoy exposing yourself? I see the evidence here between your thighs.”

  “Yes,” she mumbled.

  “Master.”

  “Yes, M-M-Master.”

  “Very good, Victoria.” He removed the belt. “You learn quickly, though I’m not sure what to do with you at this point. You lied to me and that demands swift correction. However, as you’re somewhat new to this game and obviously poorly trained, I think I’ll be lenient. This time.” He cupped her buttocks and gave them a squeeze. “Tonight, I have no desire to see your beautiful ass pinkened from the kiss of my belt, though I do think it would be a glorious sight to see.”

  She felt him slide a hand around her body and between her thighs. One thick finger parted her lips and entered her wet channel, eliciting a whimper. “I have other things in mind for you this evening.” He removed his finger with a wet sound as her aroused flesh reluctantly released him. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

  Alarmed, she straightened, forcing her wobbly knees to lock. “Where are you going?”

  “It isn’t your place to question me, woman. I’m the Master and I make all the rules. If I find that you’ve moved while I’m gone, I won’t be lenient again.” She heard the click of the bathroom door and soon the sound of running water.

  Victoria opened her eyes. In a few seconds, she could grab her clothes and be back at the party before anyone even noticed she’d been gone. But a twinge between her thighs protested that thought. She was in need of a man to ease the ache. Of course, her right hand would do the trick. She wasn’t sure, though, that she wanted Hunt to walk back into the room and catch her masturbating.

  “Very good, Victoria. You learn quickly.”

  She started, mentally kicking herself for not hearing him return.

  “You weren’t thinking of leaving me, were you?”

  “No.”

  “I think you’re lying again.” His breath was hot on her shoulder. “I think you were trying to figure out how long I’d be in the bathroom and if you could safely get away.”

  “Maybe-“

  “Or you were thinking about what would happen if someone were to come into your office right now and see you spread across your desk like this.” He slid his finger between her thighs and caressed her clitoris.

  “Ahhh.” Her hips followed his teasing movement.

  “You were thinking about how they’d be shocked to see the proper Victoria Brittain sans clothing and arrayed in such a provocative fashion. Or maybe they’d touch you to see how hot you felt. And if you were lucky, they’d fill you with their cock and take you from behind.” He removed his hand. “You need to come, don’t you, Victoria?”

  Her body shook with unrealized release. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Yes, Master,” she parroted.

  “Close your eyes and keep them closed this time.”

  She heard the soft hiss of a zipper being undone, then the sound of foil tearing. A condom?

  “Now, Victoria.” His voice was a liquid caress and she felt the tip of his cock press against the entrance of her sex. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Enter me,” she whispered.

  “Master,” he prompted.

  “Enter me, Master.”

  She started as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her from behind. He was massive, and he pressed into her again and again until she’d taken him to the hilt. She reveled in the sensation of being filled, really filled this time. She clenched down, her inner muscles urging him to move.

  “Now, what do you want?” He stood completely still inside of her. “Do your nipples hurt?” He slid his hands around her back to palm her breasts. “Do you want me to touch them?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He rubbed her erect nipples, sensitizing them, teasing until she squirmed under his touch. She moaned as he stopped and spanked her hard across the bottom. “I didn’t say you could move, Victoria.”

  Victoria swallowed as tears stung her eyes. Here she was, over her desk and being penetrated by the biggest cock she’d ever felt and he wouldn’t let her move. It was sheer torture. She ought to tell him where to get off. She could go downstairs to the party and pick almost any man, married or no, and they’d gladly fuck her until she could take no more.

  “Much better.” He dropped a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re an apt student and you’re learning your lessons well this evening. I shall have to reward you.”

  He trailed his hand down her abdomen and cupped her mons. He parted her labia and zeroed in on her clitoris. He began to rub the small nubbin and she struggled to not move, choosing to bite her lip instead. Behind her, he began to thrust.

  She bit down harder, swallowing the cries that threatened to spill forth as he continued his sensual assault. She flexed against him, savoring the delicious sensation of his big cock pushing in and out of her wet channel as his finger stroked and teased. She tried to keep her body still, but as Hunt’s thrusts grew more frantic, she couldn’t help but push back to meet him.

  The sound of her buttocks slapping his groin sounded loud in the still of the office. The familiar sensation of orgasm began in her calves, then slid up her legs, an intense sensation which increased in strength as it reached her groin before exploding with such force that it bent her double. She collapsed face first onto the desk as she felt Hunt’s cock twitch as he moaned his pleasure and collapsed over her.

  For a few moments they remained still, the upper halves of their bodies leaning heavily on the desk. Then he stood and withdrew himself. She heard him pulling his clothes back in place and she forced herself to rise.

  “Get dressed,” he ordered.

  Silent, her mind spun with the ramifications of what had just taken place. Slowly she pulled her clothes on. Dressed again, she turned to face him.

  Hunt stood near the window dressed in his tuxedo. His expression was remote, but his eyes were dark with satisfaction as he looked at her. Inside, she shivered.

  “Do you have plans this weekend?” he asked.

  She shook her head. Other than catching up on some reading, she hadn’t made any plans at all.

  “I’ll send a car for you in the morning.” He withdrew a business card from his jacket and laid it on the desk. “You’ll need toiletries and business attire for your return to work on Monday.”

  “But-“

  “That’s all you’ll need.”

  For a second she wanted to refuse, but Victoria had the vague feeling that would be a big mistake. Hunt held the keys to a world she wanted to explore. Brad had given her a taste of decadence while Hunt was offering her a full sensual banquet. Now she needed to muster the courage to reach out and take it. Silent, she nodded.

  “Until tomorrow, then.” Hunt exited her office, closing the door behind him.

  Victoria sank into one of the desk chairs and closed her eyes. The man was powerful, and sex with him had been earth shattering. She licked her lips. Had she just agreed to spend the weekend with him? She moaned. Hunt was a client. What in the devil’s name did she think she was doing by jeopardizing their professional relationship?

  She opened her eyes and picked up his business card. It was white with blue lettering, his name, office address and contact numbers. In handwritten bold script was his cell phone number. Did she go with him or decline his offer? There was still time to turn him down. Her cunt gave a twinge at the thought of never indulging in the sensual excess he offered.

  When was the last time she’d done something rash just for herself? Especially something as deliciously wicked as this? Hunt held the keys to the world she’d longed to discover; would she regret it later if she declined his offer because she was scared?

  She dropped the card on the desk. No, she woul
d go and, for the first time in her life, Victoria dared to damn the consequences of her actions.

  Chapter Three

  Hunt released a sigh of relief as the limo cleared the tree-lined drive and came into view. Victoria had arrived. Even though she’d agreed to join him last night, he wasn’t sure she’d follow through with it. Ever since he’d left her, he’d kept his cell phone close at hand just in case she caved and told him she’d changed her mind.

  It took all his willpower to keep from pressing his nose against the window as the dark blue car stopped near the front door. He’d been planning this weekend in his mind for over a year. Ever since he’d met the beautiful advertising exec, he’d known he had to have her. Finding out from Brad, her miserable ex-fiancé, that Victoria had been into “kink”, as he called it, had been an added bonus. Not that Hunt considered bondage and discipline to be kink. To him, it was a way of life.

  The black-suited driver exited the car and moved around to open her door. One slim, stocking-clad leg emerged, followed by the woman who’d haunted his dreams.

  She’d dressed conservatively for the hour-long drive. A full black skirt fell to mid-shin and a short-sleeved gray sweater and black leather boots completed her outfit. Why a woman this beautiful chose to dress so plainly was beyond him. This wasn’t the outfit a woman wore to meet her lover. This was what she’d wear to meet with her tax attorney. Her soft brown hair was pulled back into a tidy twist and a pair of sunglasses concealed her expressive eyes. His groin tightened at the thought of looking into those bewitching eyes of hers as he brought her to completion.

  Victoria smiled in appreciation as she accepted a small bag from the driver. Her toiletries and a single outfit of work clothes no doubt. He was pleased to see that she’d followed his directions and left her clothing behind. As the driver shut the door, she glanced about her. He wondered what she thought of his massive Tudor home with its immaculate manicured lawn. She ran a nervous hand over her smooth coil of hair before the driver ushered her to the front door and out of his sight.