Passions Pique (Passions Pique Satin's Passion)

by Milan, Adrian

  Sating was already too far gone to even pretend to resist Roland’s advances. His hand was now squeezing and massaging her breasts while he spoke to her. She was still staring at the women on the screen who were all making love to Natsu and to each other when she realized that her pussy was soaked and wet. Her clit was so engorged and swollen. She needed to cum. And she needed to cum now.

  “Yes, Roland,” she whispered. “I understand.”

  Roland seized the opportunity and took full command.

  “I want you naked. I want to be able to see your fingers stroking your clit and disappearing inside of your pussy when you cum. Do it, now!”

  Satin’s mind was on auto pilot. She felt like she was standing outside of herself and became a spectator as her body obeyed the commands given to her by Roland. In a matter of seconds she was out of her clothes and was ready to submit herself to Roland’s will.

  “Sit back in the chair. Eyes on the screen. Legs cocked open. Let me see you stroke that clit.”

  Satins eyes were glazing over as her lust took over. Her pussy was so wet. She was literally gushing all over the chair and was no where near feeling a real orgasm yet. She needed to cum. God how she needed to cum. Satin felt her body begin to slowly slouch in the chair as she lifted her knees higher and began to slowly dip two fingers in and out of her pussy. Roland allowed himself a smile as he watched Satin’s refined dignity and grace melt away into an ocean of lust and desire. What was she thinking? He wondered, as she glared at the screen and continued making small circles around her clit. Satin was in her own zone and Roland recognized that in this state, she was open to anything. Roland removed his clothing and moved to Satins side. Her eyes were half rolled up, her abs and teeth were both clenched. Clearly, she was in the grips of her first orgasm. And Roland was not about to let it be her last. He moved so that the head of his erection lightly brushed across Satins lips. Her lips parted and she snaked her tongue right along the underside of Roland cock from the tip of the head, down its length to the base and back up to the tip before engulfing his entire shaft. Roland let out a long unrepentant moan of satisfaction. He had waited a very long time for this moment. He was going to savor it. Satin grabbed Roland by the base of his cock and forced it down the back of her throat. Staring up at him, she seductively curled her lips around his girth and slowly drew her head back off of him while purposely make an obnoxiously loud slurping sound. She could taste his pre-cum leaking from the tip of his dick as it laid across her tongue and its flavor was like ambrosia. She gave his cock three slow rotating strokes admiring its size and weight. He was fully erect now.

  “Nice.” She moaned. “I want this inside of me, now.”

  Roland immediately pulled Satin from her seat and spun her back around to continue facing the monitors. He bent her over the monitors control panel and pressed the head of his dick at the entrance of her slit, sliding it the head back and forth, up and down between the lips of her deliciously wet pussy, covering the tip with her slick wet juices. Roland grabbed a hand full her Satins hair, balling it up in his fist and pulled her head up and back, forcing her to look directly at the screens as his dick pushed steadily back and forth into her core. Satins back arched as she let out a cry of surprise.

  “Oh! Shit, yes, Roland. Feels so fucking good.”

  Roland drove his dick in to the very hilt and just held it there, resting the full weight of his body up against her.

  “Look at them, Satin. Watch each of them as they surrender to their own pleasures. Their fetishes are more than just simple indulgence. This is who they truly are without their masks. This is the release of passions and desires longed denied out of fear or repression. I give them the freedom to live the fantasy they were too afraid to pursue on their own. Freedom to live, feel and express their sexual desires without judgment or ridicule. Study each of them. Your job now, is to learn to identify what the catalyst is for each scenario, while I continue to bury myself inside of your guts.”

  Satin was breathing became labored as she felt Roland begin long stroking inside of her.

  “You wanted me inside of you? So here I am. Feel me, inside of you.”

  Satin was suddenly startled by the sensation of a vibrating toy being firmly pressed against her clit. It made her entire body jump. She looked down between her legs and to her surprise, there was Gwen, Roland’s personal assistant, completely naked with her face just inches away from her dripping filled pussy. She had a vibrator that was set on a low setting that was being kept flush against her clit while Roland kept a steady rhythm in and out of her pussy. Roland was huge. He completely filled her up. Each stroke he completed with the full length and girth of him driving inside of her forced her juices in excess to come literally pouring out of her pussy, and Gwen was right there, all too happy to catch every single drop. The whole scene was too overwhelming for Satin. Her body began to convulse. She was cumming again. Losing all control of her body. Satin arched her back even more and let out another cry;

  “Ahhh, cummmminggg!”

  Roland reinforced his grip on her head of hair and redoubled his efforts. Stroking his cock inside of her, twice as fast, harder, deeper.

  “Keep cumming, Satin! I’m gonna ride you all the way through it! Come on, Satin! Throw it back at me! I want to feel your pussy exploding all over my dick! Fuck me back, Satin! Fuck me!”

  Satin was trying to push back against him, but she was too far gone. Roland had her pinned against the control panel and he was pounding her mercilessly, groaning and grunting with every stroke! And Roland knew that she was literally falling apart in the midst of the double attack being made on her hungry little pussy. That vibrator sitting on her clit was more than she could bear, yet there was still something inside of her desperate for him to keep driving her past her ability to stand it, to reach a new plateau. Satin felt like she was having an out of body experience. The world around her was blurring into a brilliant white light as her body began to go supernova. Gwen simply was not going to let up on that damn vibrator, and Roland hadn’t even broken a sweat yet. This was just the beginning of her training, and Satin knew it. Her hands balled up into a fist and her toes curled as her pussy continued to squirt and spasm around Roland’s cock. Satin was screaming. But it wasn’t a scream born of pain. No. This guttural, animalistic howl was born from release and disbelief. She was being driven to a level of sexual pleasure and satisfaction that she simply had no clue existed before this moment. Satin became a limp, drooling, completely spent lifeless mass underneath Roland’s impressive frame. His staying power was unbelievable. Her body had been slammed with multiple orgasms and she felt like she was drained, but Roland kept her focused.

  “Pay attention Satin. This is not about your pleasure. Look at the screens. Natsu Yakamura is your target. And preparing for him will be no small feat. He has multiple fetishes and apparently no limit as to how far he is willing to go to seek true fulfillment in his pleasure. You need to have a full understanding of what it is that drives his passions. He has multiple hot buttons. You may need a full team with you on this. You need to understand what makes this man tick. Look at the video and tell me what you see.”

  Satin took a minute to regain control of her senses before responding. She looked up again at the screen holding the image of Natsu and his consorts. Her own head still swimming, but something was registering in her brain as being important to recognize. She focused in on Natsu’s face as the ladies went about their duties, and there was a flash in his eyes at a very specific moment that Satin immediately recognized. How could she not, she had just experienced the very same sensation herself a few moments ago. And suddenly, everything that Roland had just put her through made perfect sense to her. This is what the whole thing was about. At first, she thought Roland was using his power and this offer to take sexual advantage of her, which she wasn’t really all that oppose to, she thought to herself with a wry smile. But that wasn’t the case at all. For her to do what Roland needs done, she needed t
o be able to see the things that Roland sees. The subtle nuances. The responses and physical reactions to the different stimuli. Before Roland and Gwen had taken her on this magical carpet ride, she would have missed the meaning to the look that she now recognized on Natsu’s face. But now? Now she fully understood what she was seeing. She also knew exactly how to use that new found knowledge to her advantage. Roland began to start slowly stroking his cock back and forth again.

  “Satin, I said,” Roland started a slow grind with his pelvis pushed flushed against Satins ass, “tell me what you see.”

  Satin allowed herself to enjoy that moment of pleasure before responding. His thickness was a comfortable fit. Filling but not intrusive. Satin looked back over her shoulder at Roland and smiled her answer to him.

  “What do I see?” Roland knew instantly that she had figured it out. And now he could feel his own excitement beginning to build. Satin concluded; “I see one hundred million dollars.”

  Chapter 5:

  “Choices”

  Derrick watched the sunset from the balcony of Satin’s penthouse suite. He poured himself his fifth glass of wine and stared silently at the engagement ring that he had bought for her. From the moment he picked the ring up from the jeweler his day had done nothing but steadily go downhill. Everything that he had planned and arranged for the day had been ruined. Was this suppose to be some kind of sign from above warning him that he was moving too fast or that Satin was not the woman for him? If so, he wasn’t having any of it. There were two words that best described Derrick Billings; “DETERMINED AND DRIVEN.” The word “NO,” simply was not in his vocabulary. And he has made a professional career out of successfully negotiating thousands of deals to substantiate and validate that fact in his own mind.

  He checked his watch. It was almost 6 p.m. and Satin still had not emerged from Roland’s office. She had gone in there just before 10 a.m. and there had been no more movement from behind those doors since. No break for lunch. No phone call or text from Satin advising him of what was going on. This day had been planned by them both the night before. And it was extremely outside of her character to purposely not make contact. Whether to reschedule or just to inform him that something had come up. No, this was something else. Something big was on the horizon. Something seriously huge. And whatever it was, clearly Roland has Satin either spearheading the job or has appointed her a major role in whatever is going on. This is of course Roland Pique we are talking about. This man has always been 5 moves ahead of everyone else in the business. No, there was a logical explanation for whatever is going on. Derrick would not entertain any more pessimistic views. He would wait for Satin. And she will fill him in on whatever is really going on when she returned. Derrick took one final glimpse at the engagement ring and smiled.

  “The day isn’t over just yet.”

  *****

  Roland had taken Satin up to his penthouse via his private service elevator, which sat on the very roof of Pique Towers. Roland’s Penthouse was basically a two story home that was built on the roof of Pique towers. Complete with an Olympic size swimming pool, sun deck, outside kitchen with a separate grilling area and a green house. The home itself boasted over 15,000 square feet of living space made out of the most beautiful industrial grade glass that Satin had ever seen. Every one of the outside perimeter walls was made of glass, so you had a 360 degree panoramic view of Miami in all of its glory. From the Atlantic Ocean to the city and beyond. It was simply breathtaking. Satin was drying herself off from showering and trying to mentally prepare herself for a serious conversation with Derrick. This was not going to be easy. But she was confident that there was a way for her to pull off this Coup, solidifying her new found alliance with Roland, earning her a one hundred million dollar commission, and still be able to keep her relationship with Derrick. Regardless of how outside of her character all of this was, she knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. And with one hundred million dollars at her disposal, instead of making millions in investment maneuvers for her clients, she could now make those investments for herself. That money makes her a major player. And with an ally like Roland Pique to rely on, she could well be on the fast track to becoming the next black female billionaire. There is a lot of good that she could do with this money. And she was going to capitalize on it by any means necessary.

  Roland was outside on the deck by the pool, lounging in his beach chair sipping on a chardonnay, watching as the sun slowly sank down beneath the beauty of the ocean. When she saw him sitting there she couldn’t help but to wonder what he was contemplating. She had learned things about Roland Pique today that she never could have imagined in a million years. Even so, she knew that it wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. Roland was very intelligent and calculating. Everything that he says or does is actually a precursor to something else. Even when it appears he’s doing nothing, he has something more going on. This was a man with an agenda. But what that agenda actually was, Satin couldn’t even begin to guess. Still, Satin was pleasantly surprised at how easy she felt in his presence. How easy he had made it for her. 24 hours ago, if someone had suggested to her that she could find herself in this exact same scenario, she would have felt insulted, offended, angry and ready to take legal action. She smiled to herself;

  “Look at me now.”

  Oddly enough, she felt no shame in it whatsoever. She was resolved to see this through to the end and to come out on top.

  Roland heard Satins stilettos clicking as she approached him by the pool.

  “Leaving already?” He asked.

  “Yes, I have a lot to prepare for. I can have all of this wrapped up by the end of this weekend. You can expect to have everything signed and on your desk by Monday morning.”

  She was back to her professional demeanor. Roland liked that. She was keeping this strictly business. Most didn’t know how to divorce their emotions from their sexual feelings. Satin was a rare find indeed. Roland got up and escorted Satin back to his service elevator, instead of the main elevator at his front door.

  “Take the service elevator back down and go back through my office. Don’t worry about locking anything up, Gwen will take care of that.”

  Roland punched in his private code and the doors opened.

  “I’m glad that you chose to work with me on this Satin. And I hope that when this is all over and you start your own business, that you and I will still have business of our own that we can still pursue, together.”

  Satin looked directly into Roland’s eyes;

  “I’m sure that this won’t be the last collaboration that we have Roland. I am finding that this kind of business is mutually beneficial to everyone involved. Everyone comes out a winner. Hundreds of millions of dollars to be earned and every sexual desire to be fulfilled. Honestly, I’m not seeing a down side here at all.”

  Roland genuinely smiled.

  “Excellent. Keep me abreast of your progress. And stay focused Satin. We cannot afford to drop the ball on this.”

  Satin stepped into the elevator.

  “Don’t worry Mr. Pique. I’m bringing my “A-Game.” It’s the only way I know how to play.”

  The elevator doors shut. And just like that, she was gone. Roland went back to his bedroom and sat on the side of his bed and reached for the remote control. After entering a code, the wall in front of his bed slid to the side, revealing 15 flat screen monitors. Roland played with the controls some more and was suddenly watching himself and Satin having the most incredible sex of his life.

  “This one is different. I’ve never experienced anything like her before.”

  Roland sat quietly as he watched her performance in awe and admiration. Is it possible that he had finally met his match? “Doubtful.” He mumbled. Trying to shrug off his amazement.

  The images on the screen had begun to stir something within him. A small smile began to form on his face, betraying his true feelings. And the beginnings of an erection were making him have to shift positions in his
seat. He would see to it that this would not be the last of their dealings. One way or the other, Satin would be his.

  *****

  Satin made it back to her penthouse ready to immediately start working on her strategy to get what she needed from Natsu Yakamura. She wasn’t counting on Derrick being there.

  “Satin, thank God. Ten more minutes and I was going to call 911 and file a missing persons report.”

  Derrick tried to smile as his joke had clearly failed miserably. Satin paused to catch her breath and then for the first time in over the ten years that she had known Derrick, she proceeded to tell him a lie.

  “I am so sorry Derrick. A lot has happened. Mr. Pique has given me a project to spearhead and it’s for a multi-billion dollar deal. We just spent the entire day going over the details and I am more than just a little overwhelmed. I have a lot to do in an unspeakably short amount of time. Honestly, I’m not even sure that I can pull it off, but I wasn’t about to tell Mr. Pique that.”

  Derrick listened with a concerned heart, but was vaguely aware that for the first time since he’d known Satin, she was speaking without looking him in the eye.

  “Don’t let it stress you out Babe. I’ll help you however I can. I’m sure that between the two of us, there is nothing that we can’t figure out together.”

  Satin’s heart was warmed. This was so like Derrick. Always eager to throw himself under the bus on her behalf.

  “Thank you honey, but Mr. Pique has some very specific instructions concerning this account. And I’m not at liberty to share what’s going on with anyone. That includes you.”

  Derrick was taken aback.

  “What does that mean? This isn’t some top secret government agency, Satin. It’s an investment bank. And you’re not a spy with the C.I.A., you are my woman. So since when don’t we trust each other? We’ve been best friends and taking up each other’s slack for over ten years. Why would this be any different?”