Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  Just like Gisele is doing now. She was the perfect partner, in business and in bed.

  Could I fathom truly granting her a divorce even if it was to happen years from now?

  I had given her my word…

  Yet I was starting to feel inclined to backtrack on my promise. Where was the honor in that? Surely, sex hadn’t jaded that aspect of me as well, had it?

  Why pretend to consider when I already knew the answer.

  Damn it all to hell.

  Chapter 26

  Jared

  Dinner was quite a great affair. After agreeing we’d resume business talks and signing contracts tomorrow at lunch, Gisele and I left the restaurant in a great mood.

  Glancing over at the woman sitting next to me, Gisele appeared absorbed as she looked out the window. Reaching out, I took hold of her soft hand before leaning in to gently kiss it. “Are you tired, kitten?”

  Breaking her reverie, she twisted her pretty head, granting me her undivided attention. “Never for you…” she murmured before she unbuckled her seatbelt and slid closer to me, capturing my lips in an explicit, mind-altering kiss. “Jared,” she moaned while her hand traveled southwards, running its own exploration.

  Without extricating from her, I realized the car had stopped. But instead of putting a stop, I continued devouring her lips. After all the banter and innuendoes this woman had put me through tonight, the minx had to be taught not to tease a man who was on the brink of combustion.

  Faintly hearing the car door opening and closing, I realized the driver had allowed us privacy.

  Hired from one of our international company branches, it was mandatory to sign the gag clause in his contract. Having done so, it ensured his silence. If he was shocked the company’s CEO and the sole heir to Peter Weber’s fortune were engaged in heavy sexual foreplay, he kept it to himself. As a result, he discreetly waited until our lips were untangled before bidding us a lovely evening.

  “Where are we?” she asked the moment she realized we weren’t deposited outside the hotel.

  Instead of supplying her curiosity with concrete answers, I decided to plant a chaste kiss on her lips before firmly placing a hand on her back, swiftly guiding us towards the black gilded double doors where we were discreetly greeted and ushered to a private room.

  “Your dorei will be here shortly.” He obliged us with a sweeping bow before securing the heavy gold-gilded black door behind him.

  Detailed with requested specifications, the platform bed was situated right across from the one-way, floor-to-ceiling mirror wall. A sizeable waterfall grotto sat on one end, abundantly decorated with fresh purple and pink wisteria floribunda. The grotto invitingly glimmered, aglow with its deep blue lighting from underneath its pool. The overwhelming smell of jasmine, ylang-ylang, bois de rose, peppermint, patchouli, and rose potently hung in the luminously candle-lit room. Beads, whips, cuffs, candle oil wax, restraints, paddles, abundant strings of asanawa rope, and everything one required to heighten one’s arousal, all laid out for easy accessibility.

  “What is this place?” Gisele marveled as she took in the scene before her. Ranging from extreme, median, mellow to sensual petting paraphernalia was strategically littered about our own private area. Her body tensed, her spine ramrod straight as she spun around to face me, gray eyes uncertain. Perplexed. “Jared?” she croaked out just as I approached her.

  Without uttering a word, my eyes did the talking. They succinctly conveyed my need for her and how tonight…Tonight was the culmination of all those nights I’d laid in bed frustrated, missing her, craving her kiss, yearning for her supple body. My ever-increasing need went above and beyond the pleasures of the flesh. I burned to delve into her psyche and possess her there, stripped of any pretensions, erected barriers, and fabrications.

  I stood inches from her troubled form before my fingers reached out behind her head, freeing her glorious golden tresses.

  Beautiful. The word floated about my head as I took her in. The very nymph who had plagued my mind ever since I had found her tear-streaked face in Croatia. Her heavily crimson tinted lips quivered with anticipation when I unhurriedly began to release the intricate fabric buttons of her slinky Chinese dress. And just when I was about to slip the dress off her body, the door opened.

  Two Japanese women entered, dressed in robes. They greeted us in the same fashion the establishment’s host had earlier. Without preamble, they dashed towards us, finishing what I started with Gisele.

  The minx let out a strangled sound, darting me an alarmed look as she pleaded for me to say something. I merely smiled, but when her eyes darted to the other dorei beginning to undress me, the alarm in her eyes vanished, replaced by jealousy.

  “If you intend to fuck one, I won’t hesitate to chop that fat dick off. Understood?” Her face reddened as she battled to take action or to stay put. Curiosity won out, added by an intense need to please and obediently follow my request, which she had vowed to submit to me earlier this evening.

  Tonight, I’m simply yours. My body and mind yours to command. You will think for me. You will own me.

  I smirked, knowing full well she had trapped herself to do my bidding.

  Her cutting glare didn’t leave me as she scrutinized each move the dorei did to me. Once she and I were stripped bare, they huddled and carefully placed our clothes on the mirrored dresser before reverting their attention back to us.

  They led us towards the bed. Side by side, we were lying faced down when I reached out to hold her hand and brought it to my lips. The worry in her eyes lessened. Somehow, the small tenderness in my gesture eased whatever qualms she had.

  “Relax, kitten. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she grudgingly expressed.

  Her apprehension grew when she saw the doreis disrobe, baring their petite, smooth stark naked bodies and armed with bowls of scented oils before they climbed over our bodies, somewhat straddling us. With deft subtlety, the dorei gradually applied the oil all over my form.

  They then began to massage our bodies, applying ample pressure as they kneaded the knots and kinks of our wounded muscles. A pleasured moan came out of me when the dorei focused around my neck and shoulders. When I opened my eyes, my minx glowered, sending sharpened daggers at me.

  I couldn’t help it; I chuckled. She had no clue how much I adored her more when her possessive nature surfaced.

  “It’s not that funny!” she hissed, blushing like a demure virgin.

  My chuckles slowly ebbed as my fingers brushed against her cheek, grazing her silky skin. Even though there were two attractive, naked women servicing us, I only wanted the woman whose eyes intensely bore into mine. Any trace of amusement vanished as the strong pangs of hunger revved my system once again.

  “I want you,” I thoughtlessly said as my thumb continued caressing her skin. She let out a small, satisfied sigh, closing her eyes, relishing in my touch.

  For an hour, my hand clasped hers as we began to relax and bask in the simple pleasures it gave us. As the session drew to an end, the remaining five minutes, my dorei asked me to shift, exposing my engorged state.

  Soothed and tranquil, the dorei began to slowly work her way about my body before honing in on my nether region. Her pressured touch stroked my hardened state just as I heard Gisele’s sharp gasps and moans, overwhelmed by the sensations the dorei created as she lightly rubbed her sensitive slits with her skillfully oiled fingers.

  Her breathing hitched. The very familiar, sexy, cock-hardening, precum-inducing sounds she made when her orgasm neared. But before she could come, the dorei strategically halted her ministrations then gently gathered Gisele’s hands, firmly placing them on her back before she began to bind her wrists with asanawa rope.

  “Jared?” she rasped out, startled.

  “You said to think for you…to own you. Tonight’s the night, kitten.”

  Before she could manage to respond, the dorei shifted her figure to a sitting position.
“Follow me,” the dorei softly spoke, directing her, which her boggled mind slowly processed. It took a full minute before she planted her feet on the floor. Following the dorei, she was led onto a padded cushion bench, specifically designed with one thing in mind—spanking. Her ankles confined with a spreader bar, her sight blindfolded.

  The dorei’s hand gripped my length, stroking it for another second while the other gripped the base of my shaft. The titillating sensation brought blood rushing into my cock, hardening it to its full capacity. Once satisfied, the dorei loosened her hold of my length before silently excusing herself with a swift nod. With both doreis gone from the room, I began to slide off the bed, instantly blessed with Gisele’s magnificent naked figure—back arched, plump firm arse protruding and legs parted, showcasing her gleaming beading cunt. If I thought I was hard as a rock before, I was proven wrong. My cock throbbed as I trod towards the nymph while I resisted the urge to jerk my length. Upon reaching her, I slowly circled her like a beast would its prey. Because it was what she was—my defenseless prey, my sustenance, my target, my very own cunt to slaughter.

  “Jared?”

  “I’m right here…” I rasped out, utterly riveted at the sight of her beautiful body restrained, bound, and entirely at my mercy—all for my selfish, gluttonous indulgence. Gripping the base of my manhood, I smacked her nipple with the tip of my dick before rubbing the tiny slit of my head to tease her pebbled bud, coating it with my precum. Simultaneously, my other hand pulled at her free tit, making her groan in protest.

  “Open your mouth, Gisele.” Her mouth had teased, mocked, and spat at me defiantly for the past twenty-four hours. She’d know better than to defy me next time…because after I told her not to flirt with those men at dinner, she cheekily continued while peeking in my direction, hoping to get a rise out of me.

  So here we are. She had definitely gotten a reaction all right.

  Hesitant, she parted her lips but not wide enough to slip my mushroomed head into her facial orifice. “Wider, Gisele!”

  She obliged.

  With deft precision, I shoved my cock-head into her mouth. She let out a long, rapturous moan as she gobbled a quarter of my length. “Take more of me, kitten,” I grunted with difficulty, intoxicated by the heady rush of euphoria running through me as her throat began to relax, taking another inch of me. “Fuck, you look so bloody gorgeous with a cock in your mouth.” Thick saliva started to drip around her chin as she gurgled and gagged around my shaft, taking more in into her esophagus.

  “Christ, Gisele!” My body vibrated, consumed by hedonistic lust before I mindlessly found my hand behind her head and roughly rammed her all the way down to the base until her nose hit my groin. My orgasm instantly blasted out of my dick, spraying down her throat. Thrusting a few more, my semen kept jetting out, draining down her esophagus as it constricted tightly around it, milking it to the last thick drop.

  My climax was so intense I had to take a few breaths until I could let go of her head, fully dislodging out of her orifice. Gisele heaved as she snaked her tongue out and licked any traces of semen around her lips, far from satisfied.

  And just then, the room lit aglow.

  Steadily, I rounded towards the back, standing before her protruding arse while my eyes greedily looked at her tight holes, ready, waiting, aching to be fed. Leaning over, I let my cock-head graze her spine, rubbing the moisture seeping out of my tiny slit. My left hand grappled her bottom, squeezing it with gusto just as my mouth found her neck. Biting her sensitive area, I sunk my teeth into her skin, making her scream with delight.

  “Fuck me. I beg you,” she gasped as her hips tried to maneuver, exerting great effort to nudge my cock below, to the crack of her arse, to no avail.

  A devilish wicked grin broke across my lips, loving how enslaved she was by her cunt’s biddings. Gently, my fingers slipped her blindfold, freeing her sight. “Open your eyes, sweet wife.”

  Her lids fluttered open. Her gaze adjusted. “What’s that?” she asked, staring past the one-way mirrored wall and into the spotlight—an exhibition of the famed Japanese art of binding.

  “Kinbaku.”

  “Tight binding,” she whispered chokingly, immediately grasping my intent. “Is she okay?”

  My eyes took in the hanging petite figure. The beautiful binds intricately held her captive, holding her imprisoned, powerless to stop whatever was to come her way.

  “The club buys a woman’s virginity for a million. The woman has to meet every aspect required. They only accept the very best. It’s merely a one night contract, and she gets the opportunity to choose which willing member to break her hymen.”

  She tilted her head to the side, needing to connect her gaze to mine. “Have you done it? I mean, this isn’t your first time here…”

  “No, I don’t like to participate in exhibitions, nor do I appreciate an audience. I prefer the background and just be an observer, nothing more.”

  “You’ve brought a woman here, too?”

  I shook my head before leaning into her ear. “No, you’re the first one…and the only one I’ll fuck, too.”

  “Good,” she said. “I like knowing I’m sharing something special with you.”

  “You have no idea, kitten.” My hand connected with her arse, whacking it hard. “You’ll know just how much soon enough.” Retreating away from her upper body, I glided my middle finger down her arse to her pussy and was welcomed by dripping slickness.

  Gisele whimpered, frenziedly undulating her hips as she tried to press her cunt on my finger, earnestly begging for release. Prolonging her torture, I immediately withdrew, getting to my feet as she hissed out in frustration.

  “Keep your eyes ahead. Watch everything. Don’t speak. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

  She responded with an agonized sob, loathing my delaying tactic. While the virgin began to thrash when a member pleasured her with his tongue, I took hold of the paddle, needing to deliver my promise.

  And I did.

  The first smack caught her by surprise. Her form immediately went rigid. She didn’t cry out until the third one. My measured strikes weren’t all that hard, but they were enough to leave her bottom red, hot to the touch. She was so drenched her essence dripped down her thighs.

  Palming her brightened cheeks, I soothed her ample mound as she scrutinized the scene unfolding before her, how the virgin was about to get fucked. The well-endowed member propelled with might, shoving his cock into the virgin’s cunt, making her huff and scream in earnest.

  As I couldn’t hold back any longer, I mounted her behind, roughly filling her pussy with hard savage fucks as I bottomed all the way into her depths, lancing my cock deep into her cervix.

  Her sopping wetness made her passage pliable to take all of me. But even still, her tightness squeezed every inch of me. Her greedy cunt suctioned the tip of my cock-head each time I bruised into her womb. Gripping the binds on her wrists, my other hand snaked around her neck, grasping it with ferocity as I fucked her harder, harsher as my hold intensified, limiting her airway, choking her just as her cunt muscles locked on my shaft, strangling my cock. In one rapacious thrust, we both came in shattering release.

  “Christ,” I thundered out with pleasure upon completion. Using my hand that still held her throat, I pivoted her face towards my own, meeting her lips as I slowly withdrew my manhood halfway.

  “Baby,” she headily moaned as she pushed her arse out, burying my cock in her pussy once again. “Again. I need you again…and again.”

  After witnessing the erotic scene before her, the massage, and the spankings—all those experiences triggered something within her because Gisele couldn’t get enough sex. But after the fifth time, I knew it was time to head back to the hotel, or I’d be too spent to even wake up for tomorrow’s meeting.

  Above all things, business always came before pleasure. But tonight, I wished my responsibilities didn’t weigh in my life so damn much.

  Chapter 27

&nb
sp; Jared

  It was some time in the early hours of the morning when I woke up to Gisele sitting on my shaft, grinding her pussy on my seemingly aroused manhood. My hands gently rubbed the sides of her thighs. “Good morning.” I loved being awakened like this, but more importantly, it meant so much more that she couldn’t get enough of me.

  “Morning,” she mumbled as she slowed down but never stopped her ministrations before leaning over to sensually kiss me. Her tongue teased, and her teeth nipped, drawing a long, drawn-out groan out of me. “Sorry I tried to be gentle. It worked the first time.”

  “First time?”

  “You already came. I’m quite surprised you were asleep the entire time.” She grinned impishly. “I’m pretty swollen, but my clit throbs…This soothes it.”

  Oh, yeah…I’m sure it does. Even though the room was dark, her silhouette outlining her gorgeous body made me groan.

  “What have I turned you into, hm?” My hands generously cupped her firm bottom, taking over her ministrations as I glided her slits on my length. Her clit frenziedly stroked my sensitive mushroomed head with intense ferocity, rocking her back and forth on my girth without mercy.

  It didn’t take long for me to ejaculate. I supposed it was how Gisele had begun dominating in the bedroom that had turned me on so much. My euphoria quadrupled when she took my shaft into her mouth, milking it dry.

  “OH. FUCK. ME.” My eyes rolled to the back of my skull from her furious sucking skills. Her mouth was a vacuum, forcing all of my semen out of my balls as she frantically suctioned it all, moaning and groaning to the very last creamy bead. She slurped it all without hesitation.

  Holy fuck. No one had ever done it willingly. Women normally did it knowing there was a favor to be asked later. Cars, properties, jewelry, vacations, money—name it. None of the women I had dated would freely give head. They found it debasing, as if they were too good to suck and swallow my load. But not Gisele, it seemed… “Good God, woman!”