Violet In Lace

by Vivienne Hunt

  Justin kept playing with her breast while he moved his lips to the other side of her neck. “I want you to go into the ladies’ room, get changed into this, and then put your clothes back on.” He pressed his hard cock against her as she gasped at his words.

  Violet turned around to face him. “I . . . I . . . can’t . . . this . . . is . . . so . . .”

  Justin brought a finger to her lips. “Dirty? Kinky? Dangerous?” She nodded against his finger. Despite her misgivings, he saw that her eyes betrayed her. They were almost black now — fully dilated and heavily aroused.

  “You’re not losing your job, Violet, I promise.” That seemed to ease some of her fears. “Now do as I ask and go change. We have a busy day ahead of us. I want you dripping wet for me through all of it. Do you understand?” He cupped her chin while gently forcing his thumb in between her red lips. Without even asking her, she began to suck on it.

  He almost lost it. “Go get changed.”

  It didn’t take her long, and she was exiting the ladies’ room sooner than he expected.

  My eager little muse.

  “Come here. Let me see you,” Justin ordered. He couldn’t get over how demanding he was being, but it was like she had flipped a switch in his brain after their night of phone sex. Violet had unknowingly awakened a deep-seated need within him. He had no intentions of putting the beast back.

  As she walked over to him, he could tell she was unsure of what she was doing, but like him, she couldn’t help indulging in the game they were playing. He ran his hand over her blouse where her nipples brazenly poked at the silk, now with no bra to confine them. Even without the support, her ample double D cups were full and firm. Then he ran his hand down the side of her skirt, lifting up the hem and tracing his fingers around the line of the black stocking. Finally, he settled on her pussy, cupping it in his hand. He could feel her heat pulsing against his fingers through the crotchless panties.

  Then he dipped his finger inside. She was already soaked.

  Her eyes widened as she leaned into him, grabbing his shoulders for support. He took his time using his index finger to explore her sex. Then he slowly pulled his finger out, brought it to his mouth, and sucked on her juices.

  She tasted delicious.

  Violet whimpered with need. It was music to his ears.

  Justin heard the front door open and the bustling of the rest of his staff as they entered the boutique. He whispered in her ear, “I want you to go back over to your desk and get to work. We have a full Saturday ahead of us, and I do mean.. . full.” He emphasized the last word of his sentence; he thought she was going to orgasm right on the spot.

  Much to her credit, she pulled herself together as she scampered to her side of the room before any of the other employees came upstairs. Justin cocked his head as he devoured the sight of her round ass wiggle underneath her skirt. He smiled wickedly. It was going to be the best Saturday of his life.

  Chapter Five

  Violet

  Violet stared at the front door of Justin’s condo, wondering what the hell she was doing. She had already been buzzed in by the security guard at the front desk who told her that she was expected.

  The workday was finally over. Reflecting back, Violet could barely remember a thing about the previous hours. Saturday at the boutique had been a blur of women, designers, models, lingerie, and Justin. He had spent most of the day hovering over her; a brush of the fingers here, a casual touch there had Violet struggling to keep her wits about her. She found herself in the ladies’ room more than a few times, trying desperately to satisfy the need between her thighs but couldn’t. The boutique was just too busy. Justin had insisted on dinner to celebrate her first week at Chenille, giving her specific instructions to meet him at his place, which was in one of the high-rises only a few blocks away. Now that she had arrived, she was beginning to lose her nerve.

  “Violet?” An all too familiar voice inquired in the hallway. It didn’t belong to Justin.

  What are the fucking chances? Violet gritted her teeth.

  “Hello, Chad. What are you doing here?”

  “I could ask you the same thing. This is my building.”

  Typical lawyer response, she thought testily. He was dressed in an expensive suit, with an equally expensive briefcase, sporting an even more expensive watch.

  “I thought you moved to Midtown to be closer to your firm.” Violet kept her distance while they talked. She felt no love for him anymore.

  “I did. I had. But now I’m here.” Chad’s answer was exactly what she would have expected: vague with a slight touch of condescension, as if she was stupid for not knowing that he had moved.

  “The question is what are you doing here?”

  His question was more of the beginnings of an interrogation. What a prick — like her whole world still revolved around him.

  With impeccable timing, Justin opened his door, holding a bottle of wine. “Violet, there you are. I thought we could celebrate with a . . .”

  “Justin,” Violet hurriedly interrupted him, “this is Chad, my ex-husband. Chad, this is Justin, my . . . bo . . . a friend of mine.”

  Damn it. I almost blew it. If Chad so much as caught wind that Justin was her boss, she knew he would find a way to make her feel miserable about it. She already felt guilty enough.

  Justin and Chad politely shook hands, but it was obvious that the men were sizing each other up. Chad began grinding his jaw, which was a vice of his when his mind went into overdrive. It had always grated on Violet’s nerves.

  “Soon-to-be ex,” Chad said smugly. “Our divorce is not final yet.”

  “And it couldn’t come soon enough,” Violet snapped more quickly than she wanted to. Chad always brought out the worst in her.

  “Have a nice evening, Chad. Goodbye.” She brushed past Justin, entering his condo before she completely lost her composure.

  The men exchanged goodbyes, and Justin closed the door behind him.

  Violet leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry you had to meet him. I should have told you earlier about my ex. I had no idea he lived in your building.” She could feel the hot tears building behind her eyes.

  Justin set the wine bottle down. “You didn’t need to tell me that Chad was your ex. I already knew.”

  Violet was surprised; then it hit her.

  “Russell,” they said at the same time.

  She laughed, feeling a bit more relaxed.

  Justin placed one hand on either side of the wall, pinning her in place. “Nothing or no one is going to ruin this evening.” His lips were just inches from hers before he pulled away. “Come, let me pour you a glass a wine.”

  Violet moved farther into the condo, letting her eyes wander around the room. It was handsomely decorated in warm colors that reminded her of autumn — a stark contrast to the chrome and glass of Chenille. She smiled. Justin had impeccable taste.

  “I hired an interior decorator,” he said as if he was reading her mind. “Furniture is not my area of expertise. Satin, on the other hand . . .” Violet felt his eyes roam over her body, settling on her slightly exposed cleavage.

  He had given her specific instructions not to change; hence, she was still wearing his blue satin gifts from this morning. She could feel her arousal building under the weight of his stare, her chest starting to rise and fall more rapidly.

  He handed her a glass of wine, caressing the tips of her fingers with his. “You must be . . . hungry. I know I am.”

  The double entendre of his words wasn’t lost on her.

  The table near the window was set to perfection: elegant dishes, candles, and a clutch of red roses in a small vase. He pulled out her chair. “I want to play a game,” he said as his lips grazed her ear.

  “Oh?” She nervously brought the wine to her lips. The German Riesling was light and fruity on her tongue. She could feel her nipples grow hard as they rubbed against her silk blouse. They were standing at attention staring right a
t him.

  He sat down across from her, appearing incredibly sexy in the warm light of the candles. His brown hair and his dusky beard stubble only further enhanced his intense green eyes.

  “I ask you a question. If you answer me honestly, you get to ask me a question,” he said as he grinned, “but if I can tell you are lying to me, then you start to unbutton your blouse.”

  Violet relaxed into her chair, crossing her legs. She clenched her thighs together. Her lips were slick. The sexual tension in the room was palpable. “You’re on.”

  “When did you realize that you wanted to fuck me?” Justin’s first question took Violet completely off guard. She felt her cheeks blush scarlet.

  “From the moment we met — when Russell first introduced us.” She picked up a fresh strawberry from the table and slowly bit down on it. A bit of its juice oozed out of the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darted out to catch it, causing Justin’s lips to part while he watched her mouth.

  Ha. Two can play this game.

  “My turn. Why did you hire me? I mean, really hire me?” She needed to know. It had been on her mind all week.

  He sipped his wine. “Fair enough. I hired you because you came with excellent references. You’re smart, mature, and more than capable of handling yourself in a fast-paced work environment. Your luscious body was an unexpected bonus.”

  Violet’s breath hitched at his bold words.

  “My turn.” Justin traced his finger around the rim of his wine glass. “Does being slutty for me make you nervous?”

  Again his question threw her off balance. “I . . . I . . . no. No, it doesn’t.” She could tell he wasn’t convinced.

  “Button,” he commanded.

  Carefully she undid the next button on her blouse. More of her cleavage came into view. Justin’s eyes darkened.

  “My turn again since you lied to me,” he said while she mocked objection.

  “Does it bother you that I am younger than you?”

  Damn it. Again.

  Violet shifted in her seat, feeling her moist pussy lips slide against each other. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. “No,” she firmly replied.

  “Liar. Button,” he commanded.

  She undid the next button, revealing her breasts; the bustier only pushing them out farther towards the table. She felt so naughty sitting across from him like that while his eyes just roamed over her tits. It was an exhilarating feeling knowing that he desired her.

  “My turn again.” His voice was husky and filled with lust. “Do you want to keep being slutty for me?”

  Violet ran a hand over one of her breasts, gently caressing the nipple, but she was conflicted. “Yes, I do, but this isn’t right, Justin. What would people think if they knew?” Despite her misgivings, there was nothing she wanted more than him.

  “Fuck, what people think,” he defiantly replied, “and fuck ‘the rules’ of when or how we’re supposed to be together. I’m tired of others dictating to me what’s acceptable and why. This is our story, Violet, our life. We make the rules. I wasn’t anticipating this so soon, but here we are, and I have no fucking intention of giving up this connection between us just because it’s taboo.”

  He was determined to have things his way, and it only made her want him more. “I want this, Justin. I know it’s fast and loose, but I can’t help how you make me feel. Maybe it’s just lust, but damn, it feels good. I don’t want to stop.”

  “Then, we are in agreement, my little muse. Game’s over. Stand up, take off your skirt, then sit back down, and spread your legs for me.”

  As if she was under a spell, Violet obeyed. She carefully unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her pussy was dripping. She could feel her wetness all over her thighs. She sat back down and spread her legs, doing as she was told.

  Justin got up from the other side of the table, walking around to her. His face was filled with a desire that Violet had not seen on a man since before her marriage. He slowly knelt down in front of her, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and pulled her to the edge of the chair.

  “You’re mine, Violet,” he whispered before giving her pussy one slow, long lick.

  Violet thought she saw fireworks. A week’s worth of sexual anticipation unraveled inside of her as Justin started lazily licking her sex, nipping at her folds, sucking on her clit.

  She wove her hands in his hair. “I don’t think I can last, Justin, please . . . ,” she begged, “please don’t make me wait.”

  “I want you to come for me, Violet,” he ordered while wiggling a finger inside of her as he continued to suck on her clit. “Come for me, baby, come.”

  His giving her permission was all it took. Her orgasm exploded inside of her while Justin lapped at her juices.

  “Oh God . . . Oh God . . . please . . . Justin . . . no more . . . no more . . .” She tried to push his head away as her senses went into overdrive, but he wasn’t letting up. She knew he was in control, and there was nothing she could do but submit to the pleasure he was giving her.

  Eventually he eased up on her clit, releasing it from his mouth, and started showering baby kisses all over the outside of her mound and down her thighs. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled possessively.

  She could barely stand as he led her over to the couch, laying her down on her back while pushing her legs apart.

  Never breaking eye contact, he leisurely undressed before her while she lay splayed out below him. He was athletic but not overly so, hot but not intimidating. The tufts of hair on his chest matched his brown hair. His sleepy bedroom eyes were watching her watch him.

  Once his cock came into view, Violet let out a moan of sheer lust. It was better than she had fantasized. It was thick, uncut, and had a slight curve upward towards his stomach. Its mushroom head was already angrily pushing through the foreskin. She licked her lips hungrily.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  Like a starved woman, she did exactly that. She felt him undo the twist in her hair. Her dirty-blonde locks tumbled down over her shoulders as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He filled her mouth completely. She savored every curve, every ridge of his thick dick. It was heavenly.

  “I promised you a full day, my little muse,” he said as he gripped her by the hair. “I’m going to give you what you need.”

  She released his cock from her mouth, making a popping sound as it slapped back upward against his bare stomach. She lay back down on the couch, bending her legs and spreading them wide for him. She had never wanted someone so badly in her life as she wanted Justin at that moment. He was handsome, confident, and sexy, and his expression mirrored hers. He wanted her — all of her. The lust in his eyes told her he needed this as much as she did.

  Violet felt the walls of her sex pulse around him as he entered her. He was big without being painful, though she felt her pussy lips stretch to accommodate him. She closed her eyes, arching her back as he steadily began to fuck her. He latched onto the sides of her bustier as he began to increase his pace.

  The sound of skin smacking against skin filled the room as her breasts bounced about wildly with nothing left to confine them. Violet could feel another orgasm building; it started down at the tips of her toes.

  “Not . . . going . . . to . . . last,” Justin panted out his words. Right before his orgasm hit, he pinched both of her fat nipples, tugging them up towards him as he shot his load deep into her pussy.

  The extra pressure on her sensitive nipples sent Violet over the edge as her second orgasm of the night ripped through her body. He kept tugging on her nipples while she rode out her pleasure.

  Still buried deep inside of her, Justin leaned down, kissing her passionately. He searched out her tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Only when he was fully satiated and his cock had softened did he slip out of her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

  “Food, then I want more,” he told her, still trying to catch his breath.

  “More?” Viole
t didn’t know if she had any more in her, but damn if she wasn’t going to try.

  Justin fucked her over and over again, well into the night. It wasn’t until two o’clock in the morning that he was finally spent. Naked, thoroughly fucked, and tangled up in his sheets, Violet fell into a soundless sleep without a care in the world.

  Chapter Six

  Justin

  “Spill it. I wanted details, man, details.” Shawn cornered Justin.

  They were sitting in the steam room of their gym, bare chested with white towels wrapped around their lower bodies. The late night workout was exactly what Justin had needed. Another week had blown by, and all Justin could remember of it was a mix of satin, lace, and Violet’s creamy thighs. He knew he should’ve been focusing on the upcoming show, but all he could manage to focus on was Violet’s hot pussy and satisfying the demands of his cock, which were more demanding with each passing day as he thought up new ways to sneak around and fuck her.

  “Nope, not this time, buddy.” He smiled back at Shawn, leaning on his knees. “I’m playing this one close to the vest.”

  Shawn scoffed. “Well, would you listen to this; Justin Avery finally found a gal that he won’t kiss and tell about. She must be something special.”

  Justin chuckled. “You have no idea.”

  It was true. Violet was something special all right. He couldn’t get enough of her. All week he had showered her with more lingerie that had mysteriously shown up in the most unexpected places — the drawers of her desk, the back seat of her car — all with specific notes detailing when she was to wear it. Sometimes it was under her clothes at work or after-hours at his condo. And like the perfect “little slut” that he wanted her to be when they had sex, she had accommodated his every whim. He had just finished fucking her across his desk at Chenille once the boutique had closed up for the night. She had worn a frilly, pink, lace number that he had left in a box near the filing cabinet. He recalled how her soft ass turned the exact shade of pink as her stockings when he smacked it repeatedly while plowing her from behind all the while her moans filling the boutique as she had relished every minute of it.