Pearl on Cherry

by Chanse Lowell

  It was mostly gibberish, but she melted right on the spot, cried and pulled at her corset from the sides.

  Was it constricting her air flow too much?

  “Did I murder your hearing?” he asked at last when his breath was back.

  “No—you have a faithful fan at your service.” She dropped to her knees, bent down and kissed his shoes. “My lord—this is your humble servant. Do with her as you will.”

  “Oh fuck—I . . . Strip now, ma chérie. Your third hole is mine to explore. I expect you to bend over my desk once you are naked.”

  And he expected it to be done forthwith, lacking complaint.

  Chapter 13

  “Would you like a drink first to loosen up?” William asked.

  Clarissa shook her head as her eyes remained on him.

  He was proposing anal exploration with his cock and with a side of brandy?

  What was this madness?

  And why was she eagerly removing her clothes?

  At one point, her hands shook so hard with excitement and nerves, she had to turn around so he could unbutton the dress.

  But then she realized—she had not dressed herself today like she had the rest of her life.

  He had placed it on her and oh! Her undergarments she had never looked at were about to be exposed.

  Her face heated, and her heart pounded. What kind of self-respecting woman would allow a man to dress her in scandalous underclothing?

  “My beautiful, strangely alluring girl. My senses are frayed when you are this close.” He licked the back of her neck, unfastened her dress, then sat back and merely watched as she pushed one sleeve off a shoulder and then the other.

  Her eyes would draw back to his. Those heated looks and the way he licked his lips between sips of his drink set her body alight.

  For some inexplicable reason she was humming, swaying her hips and dipping backward in the most enticing movements she could conjure up. Her heated puss throbbed each time she saw his heavy-lidded eyes and his predatory stance before his desk, like he would pounce any second.

  Yet, she continued on.

  The dress was puddled on the floor, and she stepped over it on tiptoes.

  She spun around in a slow arc, then she ran her hands down the sides of her breasts, hips and thighs and unlatched her first garter.

  Her backside was presented to him as she undid one in the back.

  He made a soft whistling sound, but stood motionless.

  She unlatched the rest on the other thigh and then she approached him, setting her left foot up on his desk.

  As she unrolled her see-through silk stocking, he whispered, “Ssslowwwwer . . .”

  She sucked in her bottom lip to hide a blossoming smile, but it didn’t work.

  “My favored slut has some of her own games she likes to play besides hide and seek?” His hand closest to her ran down her leg, preceding where she would roll the fabric down.

  His touch shot chills straight up her leg and to her puss.

  Her fingers placed the bunched up fabric in his outstretched hand.

  He placed it at his nostrils and took a deep whiff. “Startling . . . I am even harder for you now. You may be in grave danger tonight. My control is slipping.”

  She whispered. “Of course it is, my seductive couillon.”

  He smirked and waited with the patience he professed to lack as she did the same with her other leg.

  Only this time, he didn’t touch her.

  She handed him that one as well, and once more, he inhaled deeply, then set them both aside on his desk.

  Her attempts to remain sultry failed as her nerves got the better of her.

  She accidentally snapped the garter belt while removing it because of the tiny silk drawers he’d placed over her puss with satin ribbons, tying it on the sides. She flung the garter over his head without meaning to.

  He only laughed and continued to watch.

  She turned around once more, offering her laces on her corset to him.

  The man made her knees actually buckle as he used his teeth to undo them.

  He held her steady once he realized she was weaker than she appeared to be—his hands remaining taut on her waistline.

  Once the corset was loosened, he set her aside like he had the stockings so she could remove it.

  After that point, she was so overheated and taxed, she almost flung herself over his desk, her bottom tilted up in the air.

  She went on tiptoe once more.

  He made this purring sound behind her as something soft and flexible wrapped around her right ankle.

  “Will . . . ?”

  “Shhh . . . Darling, I’m securing you so you will not harm yourself when I take you in that asshole that I have been fixating on for weeks now.”

  “Oh good Lord, I die . . . I surely die right now.” Her back was damp with sweat, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Was she even breathing anymore?

  “Don’t die yet—do you forget I need you to participate, and take my breath away?” He smacked her bottom over the silky fabric, and she moaned on impact.

  It sent tingles down to her toes. Her nipples tightened as he restrained her other ankle to the leg of his desk.

  This was wicked beyond belief.

  Even scarier was how she panted after it and was so docile at the sound of his voice.

  Ah, Christ—that voice. The satin fabric between her thighs was very moist. These miniature knickers did nothing to absorb the wetness. They seemed to spread the liquids, and as it seeped, she couldn’t help but overheat at the thought he was watching the fabric change color from the liquid as it traveled up her front and backside.

  Did his hand become damp when he smacked her tush?

  “Stay just like this—I am not nearly done with you.” He shifted side to side behind her.

  Once more, his voice had her tingling in obscene places. It was gruff, it was masculine and sent her heart racing faster than a hummingbird’s wing while in pursuit of sweet nectar.

  The primal sound of his unbridled voice had her aching at the very core for him.

  How did he not know what he did to her at this point?

  His hands smoothed up and down her legs, then lingered at her cheeks.

  With maddeningly slow, methodical movements, he undid the satin bow ties that held the fabric over her leaking warm hole that was waiting for him.

  He crushed the fabric into his hand, balled it up, then bent over and kissed each of her cheeks in turn, nibbled and sucked, making her skin warm—more so than it did when he spanked her.

  With the wet silk in his right palm, he rubbed it up and down her back, letting her experience the moisture herself.

  Good Lord above—it was like he held a sponge with her scent on it and was using it to wash her.

  This was the naughtiest sponge bath ever.

  He growled, bit her right ass cheek, then stood up.

  His feet shuffled away from her, and he set the moist mini-knickers aside.

  The next thing she knew, he was directly behind her again, and something cold and wet was dribbling down her crack.

  “Is that brandy?” she asked.

  “I take my cherry with liquor at times.” He dropped to his knees and licked it off her puckered hole and the surrounding tissues.

  Her cheeks clenched, but he coaxed them back apart with his stroking, convincing hands.

  How she wanted to see what he was doing, but alternately, how she feared what she might witness.

  Thank Heavens there was not a giant mirror in here. She might truly be anguished tomorrow as visions replayed in her mind of what she had seen.

  “You may sing out as I take you from behind, but hopefully your friends will not hear your actual words—then Pauline will know for certain you hide a very dirty mouth.” He chuckled and squeezed her cheeks, then parted them.

  His mouth was on her asshole again, probing at it.

  She wanted to say this was vile and no gentleman would ever do t
his, but she did not want a gentleman right in that moment. She wanted him. All of him, and she actually did want him in her darkest, deepest hole. Especially after he’d given her a sponge bath with that wet satin material, and now had showered her with brandy in her most intimate places. Was this his idea of cleaning her for him and his wicked tongue? Was that why he was tasting her so thoroughly on her backside?

  She fought off a round of heated shivers.

  “Do you know why this excites you?” His fingers roamed over her cleft.

  “N-no, I only know it does,” she said, her voice breaking.

  “It excites you because like you’ve said before, it’s the chase. I am pursuing this because I want it more than you can know, and you want to relent and break down, giving it to me with the ultimate fervor of your soul. It’s beautiful. It’s delicious—like you.” He leaned over and bit the bottom of her shoulder blade. “I have caught you. The chase has ended—and now you are mine—here to do my bidding and be explored.”

  She made this horrible squeaking noise due to the jolt his teeth created when he bit once more. Then she gasped and squirmed at the feel of his body trapping her so fully, pressing her breasts down into the wooden surface.

  “I did not lock the door, ma petite. Does that bother you?” he whispered at her ear, then sucked on the lobe.

  “You told them not to enter, and I think they knew you were serious.”

  “They better, because I lack one essential item to go with my heady cocktail before me.” He smacked her bottom once more and told her to stay here—he’d be right back.

  She gawked as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

  Of course her arms and hands were free. She could squat down and untie her ankles, but why would she?

  There was no way he was going to end it this way.

  Her breathing built up in intensity and was ragged by the time he came back.

  He held a small metal bowl and had one finger dipped inside it. “I need a smooth entry, and you need it to be slick as well, or you may never grant me access again.”

  “What’s in there?” she asked, her eyes following him as he traveled behind her.

  “Lubrication. Every good cunt has it, but every asshole does not.” He smirked and gave her the authoritative brow.

  She stretched her neck out and lay her cheek flat on the desk. Why did she bother to ask? He spoke gibberish at times, and she doubted he would expound beyond that.

  What was he going to do now? And what was this lubrication he spoke of?

  It was cold and greasy when he applied it to her backside, but somehow she felt warmer than ever.

  Her cheeks flexed and released rhythmically with his moving fingers.

  Slowly, the tip of one of them inched inside.

  “Foooooohhhhh,” she blew out and tried to relax as best she could.

  “Such a good little girl with shiny white cheeks I want to bite and eat for lunch.” He scraped his top teeth across the area he had been fondling with great enthusiasm.

  “It might not taste very good,” she said, her insides tightening as his finger slid further inside her.

  She clenched down at first, and it burned. Her eyes closed, but then he eased it slowly out, making the sting dissipate, then it built up in pressure as he pushed back in.

  Over and over he repeated this pattern, and the odd see-sawing action of going from tense and slightly painful, to open and tingling, made her crave more.

  “Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh please, ohhhhh,” was all she could gasp between her breathless moans each time he pushed a little deeper.

  “This is a very nice ass—and I think you’re ready now.” He withdrew.

  Her whimpers were ignored, until a moment later, he reached across the desk and grabbed his very menacing, very sharp-looking letter opener.

  “What is that?” She bent her neck around.

  “You know what it is.” There was a glint of complete naughtiness in his shining eyes. He tapped it on his right palm. “It’s my letter opener on most days. Today’s it’s your ass’s favorite fucktoy. I use it to open mail—and it’s very good at that, but it will be ever so much better at opening you up for my cock’s eventual pleasure when I choose to penetrate you that way. A much better use of this equipment. It will help spread and prepare you for me—so thank me for being so thoughtful.” He smirked and then lubricated the bottom, bulbous end that looked like it was made of shiny brown marble.

  “You won’t use the sharp end, will you?” Her voice shook.

  “Only the flat end, to entice you and make you shiver with its cool metallic feel, since I can’t quite accomplish that with my hands and tongue.” He slid the thin blade with sides that weren’t sharp enough to cut her and with the flat length, up and down her rounded ass cheeks.

  Then he moved it lower and she automatically convulsed when the cool metal grazed her inner folds and her clit.

  “Cold,” she whispered.

  “No, my dear—it’s quite warm in here.” He stepped back, removing the metal from her body, and he stripped himself bare with efficiency and methodical movements.

  His clothes were folded and then placed on top of her back. “If you knock my clothes off, then I will enter your ass with my thick cock whenever I want all night long. If you remain still and keep them atop you, then I will only do it this once and then I shall give you a day or two of recuperation before we resume this intimate exchange again.”

  “I do not think . . .”

  “Exactly—your job is to accept me and be a good girl—not to think.” The bottom, cool marble end of the letter opener slid between her cheeks and then was inserted inside her anus.

  Oddly, this time, though it stung once more, since it was bigger than his lone finger, she kind of liked the feel of its foreign, smooth glide.

  There were no bumps from his flesh or knuckles to adjust to. It was a long, smooth rounded handle that tapered as it got to the metal, which she had yet to feel since he hadn’t put it in very deeply.

  “That’s it—God, you are such a sensual creature, I daresay I can barely keep from licking you head to toe. When I fuck from now on, it will be with this vision of you taking my own creative use of this device and turning it into an implement of erotic pleasure. Your ass is so greedy for it.” In that moment, he pushed it in deeper.

  The second the cool metal hit the heat of her inner asshole, she gasped. “Oh, oh, oh God, that’s . . . That is not what I . . . I wanted that—I did, but I . . .”

  “It is too much—and I love that you take it anyway.” He sucked in a tight breath, then his hips moved side to side, and his cock rubbed on the back of her left thigh as he got closer to her.

  Instead of moving the implement in and out like he had been doing, he slowly turned it around in his hand, twisting it clockwise. The smooth edges of the thin metallic piece had her insides bursting with so many riotous sensations, she could barely breathe.

  She gripped the back of her thighs, and it spread her ass cheeks further part.

  “Christ—Cherry girl. You’re begging for a raw fucking, and I wanted to give you more time to adjust. But now . . . Sfffff.” He growled, tipped his head back and breathed so hard, she thought he might hyperventilate.

  He pulled the letter opener’s handle back out, dropped it on the ground and then his hands were in that bowl, lubricating his fingers and then his shaft.

  “I’ll go slow—I will, I swear, and you tell me if I need to do anything different so it’s not harming you.” His fingers were braced on her hips and then his breath went silent as something large, warm and slick pushed into her crack.

  “It is so big,” she said, breathy and almost in a daze over the fact she wanted this—wanted him to defile her this way.

  “Wretched man that I am, I can barely contain myself and keep from pressing inside in one swift impalement. You feel too good—too good,” he said.

  Was he talking to himself?

  His incremental push was per
fect—it was slow enough she was able to concentrate and bear down.

  The sting built, and she hissed at one point, so he stopped.

  “Christ—so tight. Flex your cheeks on purpose, then release so you can see that you are not fully relaxed, ma chérie. I want you to let me in and enjoy it.” His voice was tighter than her hole that was spasming a little.

  “I c-can’t . . .” Her eyes stung, too, so she shut them and blocked out every sensation she could—but the one in her anus was too strong to ignore. “It’s too much—I will split in two.”

  “Is it as bad as that?” He sounded more wounded than she did.

  As he retreated, something came over her. Her hands flung off her cheeks she had been spreading and she grabbed the sides of his muscular thighs. “No, it’s . . . I only need a moment. Please, kiss my skin somewhere to help me focus on pleasanter things.”

  “My darling girl, how I adore you and cherish your strength,” he whispered while rounding over her, removing his clothes off her back, and then smoothing his hands across her upper back and shoulders—kissing down her spine.

  His hands caressed down her sides, then he stroked her cheeks and the backs of her thighs while he kept kissing his way down her spine, all the while keeping his cock embedded in her ass.

  The act of his hips being shifted to a different angle and his praising words sent a heat drifting down to her ass and pussy, and everything seemed to open and melt for him.

  His cock must’ve noticed, because he began a smooth, slow assault of her insides, pistoning like the slow flow of the oar of a boat, on a warm summer day as it skimmed its way atop the water. He rocked in and out of her, and her head went hazy.

  “Ohhhhhh, oooooohhhhh, oooooooooohhhhh! Please, God! It’s that I like that so much I may fall to pieces, William!” She cried out when he pumped inside her a little harder and his fingers began rubbing on her clit.

  Her back arched, and she tried to coax him in deeper. She wanted more—she wanted him to reside in the inmost reaches of her body and soul.