Relentless Desire

by Jacqwin Hess

  “As I told you at the restaurant in Greenwich; a sub never puts herself down, because that is putting me down and my preference and desire. A sub never argues, questions, or doubts, taking her Master at his word immediately and completely. A sub trusts her Master explicitly and wholly, with every aspect of her life or the life between them; trusts him in every way conceivable.” He reached down into her panties again, over the smooth curve of her bottom, shoving his hand deeper between her legs, scooping his fingers into her wet heat. He working his fingers all around her pussy and then watched her eyes grow wide as he slid his drenched fingers between the crevice of her bottom. He felt her breath against his cheek as she gasped, feeling him pressing his fingers at her star, glazing it with her wetness, then feeling in. “The sub trusts him to know what her needs are,” he whispered, grasping a cheek of her bottom, “…and to fulfill those needs.” He pressed a bit harder when her back arched and bottom lifting up to push her ass more upon his prying fingers.

  Fuck me! Awesome-she liked it! Thank-You-God! “A Sub trusted him to fulfill her greatest desires and pleasures, to take care of her, giving all of herself wholly over to him and his care.” He caressed over her round bottom, gently squeezing it while the other hand remained down between her legs, teasing into her pussy. After a minute or finger-play, he jerked hard, pulling her up on his body and she arched again. She moaned in delight, moving on his fingers, rising up over him and licking out to his lips, to his tongue and giving him a hot nasty open wet kiss. All without ever taking her eyes from him. “Can you do it, Ads? Can you trust me enough—” He felt her pussy grip tight about his fingers, her tiny anal ring cinch tight around his fingers, flexing and gripping, as she suddenly began climaxing. It was beautiful, watching the haze envelop in her eyes, suddenly sparkling brighter for him, her skin flashing, cheeks pinking and glowing. She then dropped and passed out on top of him.

  He didn’t release her as she lay passed out on top of him, continuing to finger and use her come; pulling out his cock and glazing himself thick and good. He gripped his cock, holding himself as he kept probing her hole. He never put it completely in, but used her enough to jerk and pleasure himself. She came back too, just as he began to come, feeling her open her cunt to take in his heady load he blew in her and then she dropped her head back down with the most beautiful, contented smile on her face. God, even the simplest little touching and connection to her flesh against mine is wonderful and feels so damn good.

  For the longest time, that was all they did, never speaking, just lying there…fondling, caressing, touching, and teasing. They never parted even when he answered his phone and conducted business yet again, she stayed right there on him, her legs spread and her pleasure to him never ending—neither one able to stop and why should they?! It felt too good, sucking her tits as he kept the phone to his ear and then shifting her onto her back, dipping down and eating her cunt again, coming up to answer or acknowledge a statement from whoever was on the other line. “Yeah, that sounds good. See if we can get that done by Friday. I’ll be in on Tuesday…” he replied, meeting her eyes and seeing she understood that she was his until then, for two more full days and the rest of that day…spent in nothing but foreplay. “Good. See to it then.” She cried out as he shoved her legs lewdly wide and dropped his mouth on her freshly creamed pussy and then sucked painfully off, staring down at it. “Fucking beautiful. The most powerful feeling of ownership in the world is the sight of semen in a cunt. Yes, it’s a site to behold, to see my come there, dripping and running out of you, feeling it around my tongue, knowing it’s my come…in this hot cunt I own, bringing it up and having you taste and swallow my come I had just blown in you. Amazing.” He dropped his mouth back down for a few more seconds and stopped when he finally had her clean. “Sweet Divinity. Now that I’ve had dessert. Let’s call dinner in,” he replied and then rose up, giving her a loud smacking kiss, making her giggle out. An hour later, Adri sat up from the couch, staring in shock out of the window as a helicopter flew over the house and landed on the helipad that was up on the roof. She just smiled and shook her head, getting up and going to the kitchen to get plates for dinner.

  Later that evening, Sebastian heard her shouting out ‘ohmigod’ over and over and stepped out of the office to see her before the TV, her hands to her face staring wide-eyed. He watched her literally jump up once, her feet bend up behind her, and arms shooting up in the air in excitement at whatever was on the news. She then wiggled her butt, doing a little victory dance of some kind.

  “Ha-Ha! NeNer–NeeNer–NeeNer! Take that you shitty bitches! Ha! I love it! It’s called Karma girls! Oh my god—I still can’t believe it!” Adri shouted and watched the News report on Prestigious Child, that children’s store she’d gone to on Fifth Avenue who were so mean to her, they just went out of business and were closed down, for some tax evasion or fraud!

  “And what, pray tell, are we celebrating?” he asked and she gasped out, spinning around and put both her hands over her lips. She suddenly looked all worried.

  “Oh! You’re right—how awful of me. Ohmigosh! I shouldn’t be cheering at all. It’s about Prestigious Child going out of business, this kids’ store on Fifth Avenue. I’d gone in one day and…they were so horrible to me and made me cry—”

  “You cried?! They made you cry?!” Oh now he was pissed all over again—wishing he’d done more to them now. “Those fucking cunts!”

  “Yeah, they were–huge Cuntcakes!” Adri sighed, glancing back to the TV and heard Sebastian laughing behind her over her ‘word’ of choice.

  “Awesome. Cuntcakes, huh? That’s funny.”

  “And Twatwaffles!” she huffed and turning the TV off, then turned in his arms. “I shouldn’t be happy like that and risk bringing bad Juju down on my own head. I should feel bad for them instead. And now those girls are out of jobs, but…they were so awful. If they treated others like they did me?...then it’s no wonder they went under. Kiss me, Sebastian, and make me feel better!” She went up on tip toes, arching back, and poking her butt out, puckering her lips for his kiss. She laughed out as he jerked her up to him, throwing her arms around his neck just before he dropped her on the couch and made her feel more than just better—but fantastic!

  The weekend went way too fast, passing in a blur between moments of playful fun, teasing, sexual play, sweet orgasms, and lots of down time just lazing around or napping. Sunday, she surprised him with her newly acquired talent, cooking dinner and spending most of the day preparing it. When she said she was good, she hadn’t been boasting. He had been surprised by just how good it had been. She really could cook and bake, fixing a chocolate liqueur cake from scratch, mixing and cooking everything on the stovetop first. She then poured it into the pan, baking it and staying by the stove to wait for it. When he went to cut into the cake, it oozed raspberry filling from the center.

  The word ‘Fuck’ shouted through his mind a lot, stunned at how good it was, but after what he had at her apartment the night of her planned party, he really wasn’t surprised. He smiled and then laughed, looking down at it and then back up at her. “Oh my god. This is definitely a job well-done moment. Fuck, it’s good; of course, I’m not surprised.” He then laughed again, taking another bite, his mouth just exploding in flavor. “It can unequivocally be said, you are one amazing…talented lady. Son of a bitch. This is worth keeping you for right here.”

  “You know, one day you should go with me to one of my cooking classes, learn yourself—get away from canned Scooby Doo pasta.” She grinned as he shot a brow up at her. “Because, a good Master should always know how to nourish his submissive and take care of her when she’s famished for something other than his cock and his creamy…essence.”

  That had his attention and he lifted a brow, not arguing with her, since it was true and…he loved her calling it ‘essence.’ She could be such a naughty girl–his naughty girl and he couldn’t wait to have her fully signed, sealed, and delivered, one hundred percent his
to do with as he pleased!

  “Anyway, glad you like it and as I said, I learned to be a better cook after Cal; being allowed to come and go as I pleased. I still go to all these different classes and learn new recipes and techniques.” It was nice to cook for someone who appreciated it for a change and to be domestic for a man again. The whole weekend had been nice, incredible in fact, and she hated to leave.

  But they weren’t parting quite yet and their time together just kept getting better.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sebastian’s plans for Monday wasn’t what she had planned at all and she found herself a bit overwhelmed, but…didn’t want to come across as a country-bunkum, stupid and…unappreciative, unsophisticated especially. When she stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in the black, full length silk evening gown he bought her, she found him at the bar in the kitchen, already dressed in his tux talking to someone on the phone while he looked over stock on his computer, seeing they were in some foreign language and he was speaking in some foreign language too. He hung up from them and then the phone rang again, speaking back in English with no problem at all between the two languages. Wow, seriously?! This guy really is just too much and I’m having a really hard time believing I’m actually here with him and he is interested, in me!

  “So everything is ready and we’re good to go? Chopper is ready?” He waited a moment and then looked back, where he froze, eyes flashing wide as he stared at her. “Yeah–oh-Oookay. Yes that good. You’re getting a bonus for this.” He then hung up his phone, slipping it back in his pocket and came toward her, his eyes devouring her, making her feel so utterly sexy and beautiful. She was suddenly shy and nervous, since…she couldn’t remember when the last time a man ever made her feel that way and showed any kind of appreciation for her. It felt good. This man brought her up to a level she never knew existed or ever thought possible.

  “Mmm, this is going to be a difficult night. You look incredible in that,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her to him and slipping his hand down her back to her lovely round bottom. He tilted her head back where she dutifully opened her mouth and licked out to his tongue, turning him on with each open stroke of her tongue against his, tasting so sweet. He had kept his dick out of her for two whole days, but he was pretty positive that he would not succeed in that endeavor tonight. Good Lord Almighty, she’s a vision. Her makeup was fixed as it had been the night of The Gallery dinner party, smoky eyes, pink cheeks and lips, wild, huge curls all down her back and pulled back from her face, held back with a single clip. It was classy and elegant, perfect for tonight and it would allow those diamonds he got her to be shown off as well—she thus far has made him proud. He heard the hum of the yacht’s motor and she backed up to look at it, unable to help herself and smiled at the sight of it, really liking the yacht.

  “Isn’t it so pretty?”

  Well, he supposed it was, never really having thought about it and bought it strictly for its performance and necessity. “Come on. I don’t want to be late.”

  “Late for where, you haven’t even told me.”

  “Dinner…and then the Ballet and then after that, who knows.”

  Adri suddenly froze and stared up at him, eyes wide in shock and happiness, smiling up at him. “Seriously?! Oh my, I’ve never been—Wow. That’s so wonderful. Thank you, Sebastian, for…everything. You’re wonderful!” She tip-toed up and kissed him on the cheek, then grabbed up her Chanel clutch and let him take her hand, going outside to the dock and then back down in the yacht. She followed him into the dining room where he opened the envelope, pulling out the tickets, placing them in his pocket and then picked up the large Tiffany’s box. Her heart suddenly seized, not believing what she was seeing. He only gave her a sly smile, grabbing her hand and pulling her to him.

  “Don’t give me any shit, woman,” he replied. He turned her around and she rolled her eyes closed as he lowered the necklace and settled it around her neck. He clasped it on her and then did the same to the bracelet, lifting her hand and kissing her wrists. He lastly put the matching earrings into her hand and kissed her lips, turning her back to the mirror that hung on the wall.

  “Sebastian—”

  “No arguments, just appreciation and enjoy.” Fuck it, just lie to her for now. “I haven’t decided to buy them. They’re on loan. You’re beautiful in diamonds. You deserve them and anything else I want to put on you. Just see them as giving me my pleasure and looking good on my arm.”

  “Well, fine, but…take a picture, will you? I’m afraid I’m dreaming and I’ll wake up and you and….all this will be gone and over.”

  Sebastian mentally groaned, Adri having no idea how beautiful those words were to him, having always felt like the one who was dreaming. He had thought the same thing a number of times, afraid he was the one who’d wake up and find she’d left him. He feared her moral complex rearing its head and watching her end it, but now they were finally on equal level with their feelings. He didn’t want it to end, either, strangely taken aback by just how much he didn’t want it to end, and how fast and hard he was falling for her. He gladly went over to the sideboard, pulling out his digital camera, popping off the lens cap, and immediately began snapping a shot of her, several. Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to have a hot shot of her pretty little cunt, several shots of my dick buried in her hot little hole and filled with my come, close up of her nipples, clit, and lips. What would she do if I did that and wanted shots of her?! “Let me—”

  “Send it to my phone and I’ll have it whenever I get my phone fixed.” She walked up to him, looking at the shot he took and then stepped back to the piano, posing. “My sister isn’t going to believe this!” He took her picture several times by the piano and about the boat, as she did of him and then took pictures of the both of them together. He let her have the camera and she kept taking pictures of his yacht, some when he wasn’t looking or pretended not to be, looking in on his emails. He let her keep taking pictures of him in the limo after they arrived to shore, which took them to his helicopter.

  “It’s all right. We’ll only be up for a moment, I promise, it won’t be long. I wouldn’t go up myself if I didn’t think it was safe,” he assured her, watching her force herself to calm down and get in, letting him strap and buckle her in. She took up his camera again, taking another picture of him to try to keep her mind off the ride in the helicopter. He then took the camera away, leaned in, and kissed her, taking a picture of that and then a picture of her smiling at him for it. But they still hit turbulence and she immediately tensed up, her hands gripping the seat and harness, squeezing her eyes closed and held tight. He just held her close to him, pressing his lips to her temple and then looked up as the copilot handed him back a pair of headphones.

  Adri opened her eyes as Sebastian put the headphones on her.

  “Can you hear me?” The gorgeous woman nodded and he could see a tear glistening in her eye, terrified. “Rog here is an expert; you’re in the best hands possible and we’ll be there in approximately eight more minutes. Just relax. We’re going to be okay. Here is a little something that helps. Okay?”

  Adri calmed down and forced herself to stop being so afraid, ignore the rattling and booming, dipping and jerking of the damn chopper. She heard the fun, wild music come on over the headphones and smiled, recognizing it. Nicki Minaj “Super Bass.” Laughing out, she immediately started singing right along with the song, knowing it word for word. She smiled at the pilot and silently lipped to him. “Thank you!”

  Sebastian shook his head, smiling at her as she loosened up and got into the song, bouncing on her derriere, then began rapping and singing to him, making his eyes flash wide in shock at the words. She was doing great, until the chopper dipped and terror struck across her face. She gripped out at his arms. He jerked off the headphones, crushing his mouth to hers, forcing her mouth open and gripped her by the back of the head. Holding her to him, he kissed her deep, hard, and long–shoving his hand up her skirt. He worked his fingers
into her panties and inside her hot tight pussy, thrusting hard and deep, hitting her g-spot and rubbing his thumb over her clit.

  He didn’t stop, either, feeling her arms circle around his neck and back, falling under his spell and giving into it. She tightened her hold to him, hanging on for dear life, legs parting and mind blazing under his touch and kiss, only pulling back from him and throwing her head back with a single piercing cry as her orgasm hit her. She held on as he dipped his head down and got his share, sucking and eating her out, then cleaning her with his handkerchief after he came up. Even after she came down from her high, he didn’t let her go and kept his arms around her. She held tightly to him, pleased that his little trick worked, feeling her remain relaxed against him for the last minute or so left.

  Oh wow. He just ate me out in front of two pilots—well, behind them, with them there and I don’t even care. It was actually so hot! He’s so fucking hot and naughty—extremely naughty! I LOVE him! My sweet nasty boy!

  “Good girl. We’re here,” he told her, unbuckling her. When the door opened, she practically jumped out. She spun around, facing him with eyes wide and her face flushed hot with embarrassment. The pilots were trying to hide their grin, keeping their heads down. They remained in their seats, not looking back at them now, but she didn’t even notice them or let her mind dwell on them.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she immediately began to apologize, feeling so silly and ridiculous for having let her fear of flying overcome her. He just smiled and pulled her to him, dropping his mouth back down to hers and kissing her. He was so good about it, telling her that he didn’t mind or hold it against her, understood and only cared about her wellbeing, reassuring her with that single kiss–that single, long, deep, gentle and hot kiss on top of the helipad. She sighed into his mouth and then took his hand as he lead them to the steps–glancing back to see the camera was safely setting on the floor–and over to the elevator that took them down to the restaurant.