“Desiree,” she said, thinking of a heroine in one of her erotica novels.
“I like that, Desiree.” They stood in front of the elevator now, and he pushed the “up” button.
Serena stared at him as he looked up at the numbers and decided not to be her usual uber-shy self. “Where are you from?” she asked.
“Moved around a lot. Army brat. But spent most of my childhood in the South, as you can probably tell. Been up here fifteen years now though. Got a good job.”
She couldn’t help wishing he’d be more specific. In the back of her mind, she wanted to know the truth about her first fuck. Well, beggars couldn’t be choosers. “What do you do for a living?” she asked him just to fill the silent void while waiting for the elevator to land.
“All kinds of naughty things,” he said, and he laughed.
Her stomach hitched. “Naughty?”
“What do you want me to think you do for a living, little lady?”
“I’m a…model.” She almost giggled at the thought.
“That so?” He sounded amused.
“For bigger women,” she added, realizing her strong frame would never cut the muster as any other sort of model.
“I like bigger women.”
Her entire body seemed to go fluid again just as the elevator landed. Two minutes later, he opened the door to one of the rooms on the second floor. When she saw the interior, she gasped. The rooms were painted black with leather decorations on the walls. A large four-poster bed with silk bedding and a black leather bench made her blush.
Big D shut the door behind them. “I asked for this sort of room. Hope you’re not offended.”
“Well…no.” Her belly was fluttering like a butterfly. Her secret fantasies would all come true, and nobody would know. Even Big D wouldn’t really know who he was pleasuring.
Big D lifted her into his arms with ease, something no man had ever done before, and she grabbed on to his neck, melting into his hard body.
“I’m in charge,” Big D said, with good nature, but also an underlying edge. “You do what I say when I say it. If you ever want me to stop, say ‘Christmas.’”
A safeword. She’d read about those in her books. She could feel her breathing quicken as she thought of him dominating her.
“You get the rules, naughty slut?” He set her on her back on the mattress, and she stared up at him, tall and well-built…the hairs on his muscular arms turning her on.
“I do.” It disturbed her that she hadn’t cared that he’d called her a slut. In fact, it had turned her on. Was that normal? Well, normal or not, she had liked it, but she had to set a few things straight with him right off the bat. She sat up so that she didn’t feel so vulnerable. “I’m fine with role-playing during sex,” she said, meeting his eyes, “but if you have any white boy and black girl slave fantasies I won’t go there. I won’t allow myself to be used that way.”
To her surprise, he grinned. “I’m glad you said that. I adore strong women outside of the bedroom. As for the race thing, well, I admit my momma can still shame me like a child, I respect her so much. And she’s black.”
Serena rolled her eyes, anger swelling inside of her. “Please don’t try to tell me you’re African-American.” She slid off the bed and headed toward the door, but he chased her, grabbed her arm, and spun her around. Now he looked serious. She tried to get away from him, but he said, “Hear me out.”
“You have thirty seconds,” she snapped.
“I would never insult your intelligence by lying to you about the obvious. I’m white. But I was adopted, and my parents happen to be black, and I love them to death.”
While she stood there, unsure of whether to believe him or slap him and run away, he pulled out his wallet and showed her a picture of himself surrounded by a smiling group of African-American people of all ages. In the photo, he had his arms tightly wrapped around an older man who wore a US Air Force uniform and a stately, handsome woman in her fifties or early sixties. “That’s my family,” he said. “Those are my parents. Since I was seven years old. Nobody else would have me I was such an angry little hellion.” He laughed, but she noticed a little bitterness in his mirth.
“Wow,” she said, and her hard heart melted as she knew he’d just opened up to her a little bit. It warmed her and connected them. “I sure know a lot of people who were in foster care or adopted. I grew up in foster care, and so did my best friend. All right. We understand one another then.”
“I’d never hurt you against your will, understand?” He snapped the wallet shut and slid it in his back jeans pocket.
“I do.” She believed him. In fact, she almost felt as if she knew him, but that couldn’t be possible.
“I like sex rough. If you don’t, you should leave now. I want it to be good for us both.”
“No…I like it rough, too.” Her boobs tightened. This was going to be one hell of an introduction to the world of non-virginity. Would he spank her? The thought made her dizzy.
He pulled her close to him, and she felt his hot breath on her face. “I think we’re gonna have a blast, baby.”XX
“I agree.” One thing she had already decided…she liked him. He seemed nice and genuine. And they could play all the macho games he liked. In the end of this affair, however long it lasted, she’d like to have him in the palm of her hand. She wasn’t really sure that she could do it, but that would be her challenge that she couldn’t pass up. He didn’t have to know that she was really the one in charge in the bedroom, but she would know it. Serena held back a smile, her pussy ready for action.
Chapter 4
By the time Big D set her back down on the mattress, Serena’s nipples were hard, and her sex was pulsing. She tried to pull him down over her. He shook her off and stood above her, making her feel almost petite. “Come on,” she said, sitting up then trying to unbutton his silky shirt.
He caught her hands and squeezed them. “You’ll get me when I allow you that pleasure.”
Serena thought she’d heard him wrong and laughed. “Excuse me?”
“I need to show you who’s the boss in the bedroom.”
She stared at the sinews in his arms, his tapered waist, shirt tucked into his tight jeans. She saw his hard dick and smirked. “Look, I’m fine playing a little game of you being in charge, but nobody is my boss but me,” she told him.
Before she could think, he had sunk to the bed and pulled her over his knee, holding her down with one strong arm so that she couldn’t get off. Shocked, she didn’t struggle. In fact, she felt a strange little thrill inside of her.
“You need discipline. Five spanks on the butt and you’re to count each one. Don’t come until I say so.”
“What?”
He ran his hand up her skirt then pulled her briefs off. She was bare-assed on his lap, waiting to be spanked, and giddy from arousal. He lifted a large hand in the air then smacked her tight and hard.
“Count,” he said. “Come on, baby.”
She swallowed hard, her pussy on fire, her ass flaming. “One.” She was afraid that if she didn’t say it, he would stop.
“That was good practice,” he said, his Southern drawl more pronounced and sexier than ever. “I’m going to start over again, and I want you to count out loud as soon as my hand hits your lovely ass.” He lifted his hand in the air again, and the breath left her lungs.
Smack!
“One!” she said, right away.
Smack!
“T-two!”
Smack! Harder this time. The shock waves of pleasure and pain raced straight to her clit.
“Three! Oh, lord, how can you expect me not to come?”
Smack!
“Four!” Her voice had risen five octaves.
Smack, smack, one on each cheek.
“Five. Five!” Her body shuddered as she came all over his pants.
When he pulled her up to sit on his lap, he cradled her close. “So my little girl liked that.”
“Well
…yes.” Hell, that was an understatement. She was still quivering. Maybe he knew her needs better than her. “You’re barbaric though,” she added, just to show she had pride.
He chuckled in a low, pleasant timbre. “You smell nice.”
She felt her face heating. Cara had helped her pick out perfume, and she’d compromised on an Oriental scent called “Wild Woman.”
“I want you to strip for me, Desiree. Strip, dance, and play with yourself.”
He reached over to the nightstand and found a remote. When he pushed a button, sexy music filled the room. Serena was ready to strip him. “This isn’t fair.” When she saw him tapping his fingers on his thighs, she said, “I mean, I’d like it if you’d touch me. I would like that better than touching myself. You turn me on.”
“I will touch you. I promise. Now do what I said first.”
Serena felt her breathing deepen. Well, she’d do what she had to do in order to get Big D’s hands all over her. She slowly unbuttoned her pink blouse with the plunging neckline, tossing her head and thrusting her hips as she did so, wondering if she looked sexy or silly. When the blouse fell to the floor, he said, “Nice round tits, babe. Take off the bra so I can see your nipples.” He stood up and unzipped his pants. She gasped when his cock spilled out. Obviously, he didn’t wear underwear. As he played with himself, she shuddered, her nectar spilling all over her own fingers. Lordy, she’d never seen anything so elegant, so enticing in her life, not even in her erotic fantasies.
“Please continue,” he said, as he stroked his dick.
She reached behind her and undid her bra, and it slid off her arms, her bare boobs tumbling out at him. Unable to help herself, she played with them while watching Big D jacking off. What she really wanted was his cock in her mouth.
“For the record, next time we meet, I don’t want to bother with underwear. No bra. No panties.”
She gulped. So he was already planning to meet her here again. That worked for her. She did what he’d asked, dancing, rotating her hips as she held her breasts out for him, wanting him to take them in his hands. He didn’t, but he kept watching, his sharp eyes focused, and she decided to try to make him desire her so much that he’d have to touch her. One of her hands fell from her breast to her pussy, and she slid her fingers up and down its damp slit. He watched her like a hawk, but he still didn’t move. Finally, he said, “Suck me.”
Suck me! She stared at him, panicking inside. She’d never sucked a man before. Would he be able to tell?
“Now,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread, and she gulped.
“What if it doesn’t fit?”
He laughed. “Now, babe. I’m waiting.”
Chapter 5
Serena went to Big D and got down on one knee. Hands shaking, she stroked the underside of his cock as she guided it into her mouth with her other hand. Although she had to stretch her jaws, she loved the feel of his hot shaft inside of her and sucked him hungrily, her tongue swirling around his hardness. Her arousal was heightened by a sense of power. She could feel his cock growing because of her, and she knew that she, the geek, was turning on the hunk. It made her breasts tingle as she felt her control over the sexy rogue.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he said, drawing out the words. “Keep it up. When I come, you swallow. Don’t let a drop get away.”
She half heard him, getting lost in his feel, his salty taste. As her tongue swirled faster, she sucked faster, too, and he started moaning and making hot little throat noises. Finally, he shuddered, and his warm cum exploded down her throat as she eagerly swallowed, careful to drink up every drop of his intimate gift, feeling giddy and heated. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy grew heavy. She didn’t let go of him until he finally softened, and that took a long time. Finished, she looked up at him, expecting…what? A kiss at last? Something else? A compliment for how well she’d done for her first time?
But he didn’t know it was her first time. He did take her arms and seat her on his lap, leaning into her, holding her close. “Pretty lady, you got the right touch for me. Never been so hot for anyone before you.”
Her breath caught. “You turn me on, too, cowboy,” she said.
“Cowboy?” He chuckled. “You like them?”
Her sex pulsed. “Yes.”
“I can be your cowboy, babe. Next time.” He stood up, sliding her off his lap, and she gaped at him.
“Next time? This is it?”
He put his hands on his hips, giving her a hard, thoughtful stare. As she waited, her heart pounding, he finally reached for her, and for one exciting moment she thought he was going to throw her on the mattress. Instead, he turned her around and gave her ass a solid, erotic smack. Her entire body vibrated, especially her clit. Was this foreplay? If so, she liked it…
He turned her back around again. “For tonight, this is it.” His tone was matter-of-fact.
“That sucks,” she said with heat. “I’m still a…” She caught herself in time. She’d almost said virgin.
“Still what?” he asked, with some interest.
“Nothing. Hell, I wanted more to happen though.”
He shrugged. “In the bedroom, I call the shots. You agreed to it.”
“But we’ll never have a relationship outside of here,” she said, feeling her anger piqued a bit. “Frankly, I’m not used to people telling me what to do. I’ve been alone most of my life.”
“I’m sorry.” His voice had the proper inflection. Then he continued. “If this relationship were going anywhere other than sex, you’d be an equal to me except in this arena. But it isn’t, so I’m in charge, which is what I think you want.”
“Well…” She swallowed, hating to admit it. “Yes, I do like it.”
“Get dressed now.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, with only a tinge of sarcasm. They dressed slowly, eyes on one another’s bodies, and she could barely button her blouse as she watched him slide into his pants, then throw his shirt over his magnificent shoulders and six-pack abs.
When they were both dressed, he slid his arm around her and walked her to the door. He turned to face her and suddenly pulled her close and kissed her, their plastic masks brushing against one another’s, their tongues sparring and playing and sweeping in one another’s mouths. He tasted all minty and delicious.
Big D didn’t let it go on for too long. Pulling back gently, he tapped her nose once. “Tomorrow, same time,” he said.
Her body was screaming for him. She didn’t want him to go or to wait until tomorrow. Damn it, she was still a virgin, technically.
“I’m leaving now,” he said. “Since I’m a member, I park in a separate place from you, and you won’t be allowed there, so let’s just say good-bye right here.”
She stared at him, her heart sinking. I don’t want to say good-bye…
“I know I’m not leaving you alone.” He ran a hot finger down her cheek, smiling a bit as if he knew her distress. “You came with friends.”
Damn him, he was really leaving. “Yes, I did,” she said, in a hard voice.
He chuckled and reached out to massage her shoulder. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad, and you can’t see whether I’m cute or not.”
“Happy birthday,” he said, and then he slipped out of the room.
She froze in place for a minute, stunned. How the hell did he know it was her birthday? Of course, maybe he’d heard her friends singing the birthday song to her outside the sex club. That had to be it. She was still sweating, her body tingling from the new experience. Although she hadn’t lost her virginity, she’d feasted on his delicious cock and drank his luscious cum.
All in all it had been a great, fun night, and she couldn’t wait to meet again tomorrow.
Chapter 6
Serena returned to her work cubicle after coffee break and sat on her computer chair, trying not to get too excited about tonight. She hoped more happened than the night before…no, she had a work project
to do, and she had to separate her days from her evenings, if this was how her life was now going to split. The mail had arrived during her break, and Serena had received several business letters and a long orange envelope. Distracted, she looked at the front of the long envelope to see who had sent it, but her name had been scribbled on it and there was no return address. It felt heavy, too. Weird. She used her letter opener to open it up, then pulled out something hard, wrapped up in red tissue. Well, this just gets stranger and stranger.
She set it on her desk and ripped the paper…and gasped.
A wooden spanking paddle sat there, and her pussy and ass flamed, as did her cheeks. Lordy, she knew she’d better hide it in her drawer before somebody saw…
“What’s that?”
Serena gulped and stuffed the paddle in her bottom desk drawer. Great. When Jason had asked how it had gone last night, she had just told him she was still a virgin. He was leaning on her desk, his clear blue eyes wide. Lowering himself to speak into her ear, he said, “Okay, Serena, what kind of pervs are you hanging out with? What really happened last night?”
She looked both ways to make sure nobody else had seen, but everything seemed normal. Whispering to him, annoyed, she said, “I don’t know who sent it…” But she knew. And her heart raced. How had he found out where she worked? She had plenty to ask Big D tonight.
“Surprising,” Jason said. “You don’t seem scared or freaked out.”
She tried not to squirm. “Stop teasing me, Jason.”
“You into that stuff?”
“Go away, Jason, or I’m going to hurt you.”
“With the paddle?” He straightened up, threw back his shoulders, and walked away, laughing.
Serena wanted to throttle both Jason and Big D. How dare Big D send her something so sexual and kinky at her conservative workplace! And now Jason was going to tease her about it, she just knew it.
Yet her clit and butt were flaming as if the paddle had struck her bottom. And she wondered which one of her friends had told Big D how to find her. She’d have a word with all of them before she left for Secrets tonight. Then she’d make sure Big D never sent her any more gifts at work.
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