by Lucia Jordan
“This is my way, pet,” he crooned, his hips moving in decisively hard, fast thrusts as he cupped her head, gathering up the coppery locks and tugging her back and forth on his cock. “This is the way you will be taken, controlled. Every time. No exceptions.”
Oh yes, please. Megan was now so wet she’d soaked herself right through. She was like in a blowjob trance, lost in the heat, rhythm and saliva. Her nipples had hardened to stones beneath her blouse. Arousal like she’d never known was coursing through her veins and making her tremble like a leaf. Moments later when he popped out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet, she was ready to do anything he wished.
He kissed her with the same rough, nectar-brimming heat, drawing her willpower further away till she was just a mass of moans waiting to be claimed by his passion.
*
When it happened, it happened quickly.
Up against the wall, her back curved in a perfect arch and her feet pushed wide apart. They were both still fully dressed and that seemed to ignite the scene into something more fiercely sexual. She was trembling like a leaf.
He took up position behind her, one hand tugging down her hair and making her neck snap back to look up at him. His eyes were like fire, his free hand dipping into her spine to bend her more perfectly into position. Megan’s palms were braced on the wall, her whole frame quivering with sensual expectation. He didn’t keep her waiting much longer. With a simple flick of his finger, he drew her thong aside and then surged into her with his granite hard cock.
Megan let out a cry as he plunged in deep, her wetness sucking him in with hardly any resistance.
“Take it,” he said softly, his lips in her hair.
He rammed her hard, tearing a gasp from her mouth. Megan had never felt a cock inside her so deep or so rough. He moved his groin in a steady, fast pace against her ass, her skirt pushed up high around her waist. Again and again he pounded her, fucking her with fiendish passion. Megan’s mouth seemed unable to close, her eyes blinking in dreamy bliss as she stared up into his gleaming, lust-driven eyes. His fingers left her hair to wrap around her throat, keeping her gaze locked with his as he rocked back to the tip and then thrust in again, going impossibly farther than ever before.
Megan marveled at how much she could take without screaming. She could hardly breathe with his large hand encircling her throat – and yet the sensation of choking simply intensified the pleasure rushing to her brain. His free hand reached beneath her bodice, underneath her bra – to cup one breast. He squeezed, fondled and stroked till she was dripping all over his pounding cock.
When his fingers pinched into her nipple, she bucked against him, pleasure-pain zipping at her nerve endings. Her lips parted to let out a cry, but then his hand on her throat lifted to cover her mouth, effectively gagging her. He placed his palm just underneath her nostrils to keep from suffocating her, but she still had that fuzzy, floating feeling like she was lightheaded. His thrusts increased in tempo and she was lost.
“Better not cum until I say you can, little pet,” he crooned in her ear, all the time moving his hips against hers like a piston. Her vaginal walls crackled with every punishing thrust, her innermost organs jolted by his fearsome lust. He was insatiable, dominating and supreme. Megan had never felt her pussy get such pummeling and it took her to the heights of bliss. She couldn’t hold back for long; she knew it, he knew it.
“I will fuck your sweet tight pussy till my needs are fulfilled, little pet. Then you can cum,” her tormentor lover said, and her moans were muffled beneath his large hand. He shifted his angle slightly and suddenly, she screamed, the sound lost between his fingers. He’d found the exact position she needed and it was like tripping into a pool of flames. Everything that had ever felt like sensation faded into distant memory, replaced by this new vortex of blissful awareness. Her orgasm built within her like a storm and she craned her neck to look pleadingly up into his smoky grey eyes.
“No, not yet,” he said softly, feeling the ripples of her cunt around his cock. Each time he drove into her she was jolted into the wall. “When I say, sweet pet. Only when I say.”
His thrusts remained unflinching and yet there was a discernable increase in pace, a sharpness to his breath as his face buried in her hair. For a full minute he turned into a fuck machine, hammering her faster than she’d ever thought it possible.
Megan’s eyes rolled back into her head as the last hold she had on reality snapped. When he slipped his hand from her breast to grab her pelvis, she braced herself for what had to be coming next. He continued to batter her pussy from behind till a chilly burn started to spread across her body. All thought was wiped out in that moment and suddenly she was conscious of just that ring of flesh she had wrapped around her lover’s cock. He swelled and throbbed within her, a shudder rocking through his frame and vibrating into hers. Her ass was ground so tightly against his groin she felt like they were conjoined. Once again she could hear her scream echoing beneath his hand and inside her head, shocked to the marrow by the thundering of cock within her core.
Finally, he strained into her, letting her feel the fullness more intently. It was then that he slipped a hand down her belly and for the first time ever, touched her clit.
Megan felt like she must have died for a second. His rock-hard shaft still stroked itself in and out of her, while his fingers tapped on her clitoris and brought home the rain. Shrieking soundlessly beneath his gagging hand, she came and came, surging against him as she was rocked off balance by her tumultuous orgasm.
He whispered soft words in her ear as she slowly returned to sanity, and it was all she could do to catch her breath as his other hand slipped off her mouth.
It’s going to be a perfect weekend, my sweet pet, she heard Heath Mayer say with his voice raspy with both satiation and expectation.
One we will both never forget…
Book 3: NoStrings Proposition
Chapter One
“I dreamed about this.”
Megan turned to Heath with a shy smile. He was holding her close, just letting the shivers in her body subside. There, on the couch in his office, she felt him brush her hair back from her face as she tried to will the room to stop spinning.
Just minutes ago, finding stormy release from the raging force of his lovemaking…her whole body still aching from each deep, masterly thrust…
“I mean, I dreamed that somehow, I’d end up succumbing to you in some way,” Megan explained, the blush spreading to her roots. “It just happened much differently from what I imagined.”
A small smile tilted his curvy lips, and she longed to reach out and kiss that sexy, beautiful mouth. Even after the roughest, hottest round of sex she’d ever experienced, he didn’t seem to have a strand of hair out of place. He was tucked in back to his normal cool self, the image of charm and self-collection.
It was almost hard to believe that this was the same man who’d fucked her against the wall, one hand half-smothering her mouth and nostrils while the other hand gripped so hard on her hip she was sure she’d have bruises to show for it. Each surge of his cock had left its imprint inside her and Megan knew there’d be a slight bow to her walk when she eventually left the office.
He took her hand, and to her secret pleasure, kissed the inner top of her wrist. His manner was so reassuring, so tender that she could see herself start to commit herself to the idea of what just happened – and what was to come.
He’d been so dominating, so rough; had taken her with barely a care to her needs. She’d loved every second of being held down, forcefully throat-fucked, and then powerfully pounded in her pussy with his cock.
And yet, a side of her had felt wary thinking if she was ready to throw herself into the deep like this. But that wariness was fading beneath his after-care treatment…
“I’ve fantasized about taking you, too,” Heath Mayer confessed, his grey eyes twinkling as he looked at her. “From about the second we met and you said something really sweet about lovin
g to work for me. I began to think of other things I could make you love doing for me. This weekend, Megan…”
She chewed on her lip, saying hastily, “Oh, about that…I will check my schedule, make sure I have nothing lined up that could keep me from coming…”
“You’re coming. With me,” he said decisively. “Whatever happens to be “lined up”, have it postponed or cancelled.” The look he sent her was compelling, direct. Megan gulped. Uh oh, he was going to be like that.
“Now that we’ve had this one time, you think I’m going to let you out of my sight so soon?” he murmured, rising to go behind his table and retrieve an envelope. Frowning curiously, she looked inside it once he handed it to her. There was a black credit card, and then a piece of paper with a list on them.
“You’ll need to go shopping,” he said briskly. “I’m sure there’re some things you’ll need for the trip. A couple of nice dresses, shoes, even lingerie. Definitely some lingerie.” His eyes gleamed as they glanced her way. “The card has no limit so simply spend how much you feel is necessary.”
Megan couldn’t help scowling as she stared down at the card and the list. What was he trying to do, buy her? A hot hard fuck in his office and already he was treating her like a possession. She wasn’t sure she was comfortable with that.
Her heart did start to pound though as she stared down at the list. He’d obviously had this written down much earlier, almost as if he’d been certain she’d give in to his demands. Her eyes scanned the list with growing trepidation. She was required to purchase several sexy black stockings, heels, garters as well as other kinds of pretty little nothings. Some jewelry, clothes, as well as a visit to the waxing parlor. Huh?
“I don’t know why you think I require so much…stuff. And you want me to get a wax?” she couldn’t help asking, feeling the pink in her cheeks rise.
Heath shrugged. “It’s just how I like my women, Megan. Every inch of you has to be smooth – and I do mean every inch. And as for the other things…indulge me, my pet,” he said lightly, coming forward to where she stood with a defiant spark in her green eyes. He cupped her face. “We’ll have a couple of exclusive parties to attend while in New York. Also, I do intend to take you out to dinner whenever possible. It’s important to me that you look…ravishing. I can afford it so don’t worry about spending too much or if you think your purchases are unnecessary or not. This weekend, Megan, you’ll belong to me. You must learn to obey me without question, and believe that I’m doing everything in your best interest.”
He quirked a very dark brow at her, and she swallowed a sigh. Just what was she getting into here? He touched her and she went on another plane of existence entirely. His kiss drew her up to the clouds and then when he was inside her…Megan shuddered at the memory of the feeling of fullness, of being ripped in two by his fiercely ramming cock.
Never, ever had sex been that good. Even when he’d tugged hard on her hair till the roots had screamed at the nerve-endings; even when his large hands had threatened to cut off her oxygen, leaving her lightheaded and woozy, and even when his strength had imprisoned her with her arms and shoulders aching from the pressure of his grip….her body had only known pleasure. Every ounce of agony had been worth it, had even been welcome because it had made her feel so alive.
But what price was she going to pay just for putting herself beneath his sexual control?
He seemed to note the uncertainty in her expression. He sighed deeply, his hands closing around her head as he bent to pluck at her lips once, twice. The gesture was possessive, a masculine way of letting her know how much he already felt she belonged to him. His kiss told her that he’d staked his claim and she would be foolish to back out.
And yet, wasn’t that the wise thing to do now that she still could?
Even as Megan breathed in his delicious manly scent, coupled with that special aura of his that made her weak at the knees whenever he was within reach – she knew that backing out was the last thing she wanted to do.
He was looking straight into her eyes, and she found it impossible to conceal her utter desire for him, or the way she trembled slightly with his closeness and touch. He overpowered her with that look, as he did with his kiss and touch. Was it right to be so powerless against him – was it wise to lose herself in him so completely, so soon?
But then…hadn’t she always feared this was how it would be? Now they were to spend a whole weekend together and he’d mentioned nothing of what would come beyond. Just a few days of nostrings sex after which they would return and the tryst would end as discreetly as it began?
“Megan,” he said with soft heat in his deep, throbbing voice, drawing her from her troubled thoughts. She closed her eyes briefly at the sound of her name on his lips, the way he reached into her very being with just that one word.
“You have to trust me. That is very vital to what I want us to share during the trip,” he said more firmly. “I’ll never ask of you anything that would be against your best interests. But you will have to make up your mind to subject yourself to me completely or this isn’t going to work.”
His fingers toyed with a strand of her hair. “You are very beautiful, Megan. And you’re a strong woman, the only kind I’d ever wish to have submitting to my dominance. And if I want you to dress up in your prettiest clothes or lingerie to please me, then that’s what you’ll do.” His gaze positively glowed now. Beneath his smile she could see the dark edge of control, of possession. Her heart pounded with terrible anticipation of the weekend to come and how much it would change her life as she once knew it.
Chapter Two
The next day or two flew by in a whirl for Megan. Shopping for lingerie, shoes, silk stockings, evening dresses and blouses and skirts from the most exclusive stores in the city…Having her hair styled, and then getting that full body wax…Indulging in every luxury a woman could desire and spending more money in 48 hours than she’d ever made…
The evening before she was to travel with him to New York, she joined him for dinner at an ultra-classy restaurant. She was dressed in a knee-length Valentino gown, cut to suit her figure to perfection. Her hair was swept in an elegant, yet fashionably messy chignon. She’d applied her make-up carefully and worn one of her many sexy black four-inch heels. Her jewelry was expensively understated; diamond and pearl earrings and a matching necklace.
Megan had looked at her reflection before leaving her place where she was picked up by Heath’s chauffeur. She’d stared at the wildly beautiful, exquisitely dressed woman in the mirror and wondered if she’d ever recognize herself. She’d never been the type to let herself be pampered by a man or treated like his property to be dolled up and displayed.
But as always, the moment she looked at him – as soon as she walked into the restaurant and he rose from the table, his eyes gleaming with frank, pleased admiration…she pushed her worries to the back of her mind.
Megan reached his side and he kissed both sides of her cheeks. She could feel the eyes of almost everyone at the restaurant turn in their direction with looks of interest, envy and awe on their faces. But Megan didn’t really register much of anything but the man with whom she shared the table. Afterwards she couldn’t remember what they ate or much of what they talked about. All she knew was that she’d been dripping wet all through the meal and her nipples had scraped beneath her clothes with a wanton hunger only Heath knew how to satisfy.
After the dinner, she’d expected that he take her to his place or come up to hers. But he simply had then driven to her apartment where he kissed her lips lingeringly but told her he wasn’t coming up.
“You need to get some rest,” he said, taking her hand that lay between them on the plush seat of the Audi. In front was his chauffeur, dressed in a dark, formal suit and looking straight ahead. Megan tried not to blush at Heath’s next words.
“Tomorrow we’ll be on our way to New York and I’d want you to save up plenty of your strength.” He lifted her knuckles to his lips and kissed
them with soft heat. “You’ll need every bit of it for what I have planned for us once I’m done with work.”
Megan bit on her lower lip, filled with disappointment that he would not share her bed tonight, and yet feeling her panties soak up impossibly at the thought of what lay in store in New York just twenty four hours from now.
His eyes flicked down to her teeth worrying on her full bottom lip, and the sudden flash of flame in his eyes was enough to make her nerve cells tingle. “Go, Megan, before I change my mind and follow you upstairs for that ravishment you rightly deserve for looking so fucking beddable.”
Swallowing with difficulty, she said goodnight and fled from the powerfully built car with that shadowy sensual craving still gnawing in her system. She wanted him all the time; just having him within touching distance always made her break out in goose pimples of erotic awareness.
Megan wasn’t sure her infatuation with him was healthy. It went beyond hero-worship due to the fact that he was her boss, or feminine attraction due to his undeniable good looks. It was something primal, bottomless and impossible to define. There was an aura of sexual consciousness that had been implanted within her since that first time he’d forced his cock down her throat and then rammed that same cock deep inside her cunt.
She hadn’t been able to tell anyone about that first time; certainly not Ursula or Lisa whom she’d managed to avoid thanks to being off work all yesterday and today. She knew they’d be dying to know what happened at her meeting with Heath. Megan knew she couldn’t very well give them a blow-by-blow account of how she’d permitted herself to be seduced by their hunky mega-rich boss. The same boss that she’d be joining him on his private jet for what promised to be a discreet, passionate weekend trip.
I just want to be close to him, she realized, as she put final touches to her packing that night. He drew her like a magnet and a pressure built up within her just by knowing he desired her and wished to share some time with her – even if for just a few days. No promises, no strings. Just sex for the sake of the thrill that it created between a man and a woman.