by Lucia Jordan
A groan passed from her throat as he switched to the other breast. His teeth sank roughly around her aureole and she almost forgot herself enough to grasp at the back of his head to ease off the pressure of him biting her nipple. She managed to catch herself just in time for making that slip, keeping her hands linked behind her head as he ravaged both nipples, suckling hard on one and pinching the other fiercely.
It was so hard to keep quiet, not when he was playing with her breasts. They were so sensitive to his every touch and already, he was making her pussy folds drip like a tap due to the sensual attention he paid to her full, firm tits.
He popped her nipple from his mouth at last and she gave a whimper of protest. She felt his hand push on her chest till she leaned back on the desk, her spine arching as his lips made a wet trek down her concave belly. He spread her legs farther apart, opening her bald pussy up to his eyes and mouth.
When he tasted her there, she almost came.
His mouth fell heavily on her mons and he rubbed his lower face into the spongy, smooth flesh. Her pussy lips were engorged with want as well as her clitoris that seemed to glow like a neon sign.
As always, when he began to use his fingers as well as his tongue to tease her sex, Megan felt like she was floating on a cloud. Her hips bucked and she thrust herself harder into his face. It was only when he slapped her inner thighs and warned her to “keep still!” that she whimpered and stopped moving around too much. But it was hell to do so.
He’d worked her up to a point that she was ready to lift off. There was nothing left to hold on to; she was slipping off the ledge, ready to fall into the waiting abyss.
Just in time, she clawed back unto the brink, pushing back the orgasm that threatened to spurt from her unto his delving tongue. She bit on her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and felt grateful when he suddenly shifted his mouth from her sodden cunt.
She felt his tongue tease lower, at her winking crack, and she let out a shuddery moan. That flicking tongue of his became the center of her universe, as he wet her clenching asshole. It wasn’t his first time of paying attention to her anal entrance; she always loved when he chose to stimulate that very sensitive, responsive region. He’d taught her early enough with his tongue and fingers, as well as a few anal toys, just how delicious the nerve endings there could be.
As he lapped at her dark hole, his fingers dipped into her pussy slit. Soon he was retrieving those moistened digits and one by one, introduced them into her back door.
Megan was at the height of her deepest arousal; she’d danced over the knife-edge of release so long that her muscles felt at ease, compliant. He slipped his index finger in first, and fucked her ass with it for a minute before slowly, pushing in his middle finger alongside. Soon, he was sawing in and out of her anal ring with those fingers lubricated from her cunt juice.
She heard deep grunts of pleasure echoing around the room and blushed to realize she was the one making the guttural noises. The suite spun round and round in a cyclonic whirl
“I want you to come for me,” was all he said, before latching his mouth unto her clit. It was like tripping into a hot tub. Megan felt him knuckle-fucking her ass at the same time he was sucking on her clit, and she lost it. The orgasm she’d reined so tightly in simply burst its dam once he gave the directive. She was almost senseless with the bliss spasming all over her so that it took her a second to realize he’d straightened from in between her laps. He slapped on protection and without further ceremony, plunged into her cunt.
*
Heath rocked in and out of her sensitized pussy for only a few minutes, standing in between her legs, as she lay sprawled back on the sturdy desk. She watched his muscles ripple strongly over his perfect frame and felt mesmerized, her whole body jolting with each masterly thrust.
“I’m going to use every part of your body to fulfill my needs, little pet. You know what that means, don’t you?” he asked on a thick growl, stroking his cock back and forth within her hungrily grasping cunt. The throes of her just concluded orgasm had left her dazed and almost nerveless as he pounded her vaginal walls. She stared into his lust-darkened eyes and was filled with a sudden blistering anticipation.
When she didn’t – couldn’t reply, he added with soft, sweet promise, “It means, sweet doll that I’m going to violate your ass with my cock the same way I’ve violated your mouth, your pussy…and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
*
There was no way she could keep from shuddering at his words.
Megan felt him apply lubrication to her tight rosebud and she wondered why she did nothing to stop him. Did nothing to stop his erect cock finally popping inch by inch through her anal chute. She was now leaning on her side, her leg lifted high by her elbow hooked under her knee, which made her asshole more available for his demanding invasion.
Her lips parted in a wide “O” at the almost unbearable feeling of fullness; her well lubricated ass sucking his pushing cock. He slid in hard and deep till his hips smacked against her bottom. Then she screamed.
He began to piston in and out and the burning sweetness was incredible. Her voice now hoarse, her open lips were panting as he pumped her ass with that meaty cock. Her breathing grew shorter and she felt the sexual delight build and rise within her bowels. Nothing had really ever prepared her for this; the anal toys had opened her up literally and figuratively to the idea of taking things up her ass. But Heath’s cock – that was a whole new ballgame.
“Oh God, oh God,” she gasped, a grimace of mixed emotions crossing her face. She felt every pulsing inch of him in her anal cavity, which he plundered with deep enjoyment, his face a mask of heedless lust.
And as if all this wasn’t intense enough, he ramped the edge by taking up his belt which he doubled and began to slap over her slick, exposed pussy. Megan’s body jolted at the stinging impact play, shocked pleasure rushing through her bone marrow. She opened her mouth wide in a shriek but no sound came out. He smacked her pussy lips over and over with his belt in a beat that matched his cock fucking her ass. Agony, bliss, torture and a black, limitless ecstasy flooded through her. The belt ignited her clit with each strike and she could only stare with dazed desire into his narrowed, lustful eyes.
“Tell me who you belong to, little pet,” Heath ordered with a voice so raspy it was unrecognizable. “Tell me you’re mine…always remember who owns you…owns every part of you.”
Megan whimpered, the anguish from his spanking of her pussy warring in equal measure with the ecstasy derived from his thickness stretching her nether hole.
“Tell me,” Heath growled, backing the words with more sharp taps from his belt. There was a burning everywhere, making it feel like her lower body was buried in lava. She couldn’t tear her eyes from his, couldn’t bring herself to deny him what he wanted to hear.
“Sir, I’m yours,” she panted, the words coming out on a croak. “I belong to you. You…own…me.”
He groaned, his handsome face wreathing with an expression close to pain. He jerked his hips and drove himself deep into her ass to the hilt. Megan chose to center her being on the circle of pleasure hidden within the searing ring of pain in which she was turning. Round and round, she swirled in the vortex.
“Aaah, fuck!” Heath roared, the speed of his thrusts coming so fast that each one blurred into the next.
Megan saw from his face that he was lost to his passions. Every muscular detail in his naked form stood out, golden and beautiful. His loins seemed to tense and as his cock pulsed within the clinging walls of her ass, she knew he was about to explode.
“Do it, pet,” he said, watching her body start to heave in answer to the rage building in his thrusts. The belt was slapping faster and harder on her clit, and she knew exactly what he meant. With one well-aimed strike to the very apex of her clitoris, he sent her hurtling over the cliff.
She let go a squeal that seemed to vibrate off the walls. He was grunting hard, his hips moving in grinding,
pumping jabs that tore into her very bowels. Just seconds after her orgasm turned her into a convulsing mass of boneless flesh, he pounded his last, arching his back as he strained his shaft into her asshole as far as it could go. Mighty vibrations echoed within her anal walls and he flung the belt away, grasping the back of her head.
He pulled her shoulders off the desk and bent over her so that their foreheads touched, locking his fevered gaze with hers. Megan wanted to hold on but couldn’t, that black cloak swirling over her and enclosing her in its immense shadows. Her eyes fluttered closed and she blanked out, her head falling back.
Chapter Five
A few moments and a lifetime later…the shadows cleared and Megan was looking into his clear, grey eyes. She’d never seen them so tender, never heard his voice sound so soft as his gentle arms cradled her and carried her to the bed.
I’m right here, sweet pet. You’re ok…I’ve got you. She heard the words and they soothed her, magically made every tremble in her body ease into a sigh of completeness. Now they were in bed, underneath the covers, which he drew up around them as he held her tightly to his warm, powerful body. He kept crooning words in her ear and it was the perfect lullaby, his arms around her the perfect down comforter.
She hummed softly under her breath, and when he kissed her lips she returned the warm pressure, telling him wordlessly how OK she was now. Yes, here she was fine. It was later she had to worry about….
*
Megan stared at the number on her ringing cell phone, contemplating whether she should pick it up. It had been more two weeks since that trip to New York. A lot had happened since then – or more to the point, nothing had really happened at all.
Megan’s choice to walk away from Heath Mayer had been the toughest she’d ever had to make.
She hadn’t even been sure of her decision until the limousine that had picked them off from the airport dropped her in front of her apartment.
He’d kissed her lingeringly; making plans for dinner together in a couple of days, as well as ordering her with a smile to get some rest.
It was when the door closed shut behind her that she’d slumped against it, hearing the powerful stretch limo drive away. Her mind had stayed blank for a long time as she’d slid to the floor, hugging her arms around her.
She decided then and there that she was ending it with Heath – whatever “it” was.
His calls…his emails and texts – at first she answered them with a vagueness that she hoped would send a message.
A few days later, she simply stopped answering his calls. She then managed to take time off from work. She hadn’t told her pals Ursula and Lisa anything about Heath Mayer or the fact that she’d spend a steamy weekend in New York with him. She’d simply let them know she needed some time alone, away from everyone.
Now she looked at the phone as it continued to ring. The number ID was unfamiliar and she was reluctant to answer it. Before the final ring though she decided to pick the call. She finally gave a sigh of relief when she discovered it was just a friend of hers. Megan had chosen to stay at this brownstone home belonging to one of her aunts while she thought about what she wanted to do next.
The brownstone was secluded and unoccupied apart from Megan. The last week of solitude had helped her heal, inside – which was where she’d really been hurting.
She’d made another decision, and that was to stop working for Heath Mayer’s company. She needed a clean break. With the way she felt, she just couldn’t risk being around temptation. She’d already been sending out applications and as soon as possible, she was going to properly resign.
It all happened easier than she imagined. It took less than a month for her to procure employment with another well-established consultancy firm. She was getting her life back on track and there was fulfillment to be had in that. In private though, she was still a wreck.
That evening was chilly and surprisingly so. Megan had a few items in a grocery bag that she intended for breakfast the next morning. She was walking back to her new apartment and struggling with the hem of her sweater as it was snatched by the breeze. As her heels clattered on the sidewalk, she heard another sound that made her turn her head. The near-silent whirr of a powerful car. She did a double-take at the sight of the black, sleek-lined Audi slowly coming to stop right beside her. Before she could even think, a familiar figure got out of the automobile.
She saw the brush of raven hair across a proud, handsome forehead, and then those cool grey eyes. Those beautiful lips were cut in a thin line and his expression had an unfathomable cast to it. Megan’s shopping almost dropped from her limp arms in shock.
“Heath!” she exclaimed, feeling the sudden urge to run but unable to move from the spot in which she seemed rooted. He was dressed in dark jeans, an even darker shirt and a leather jacket. By the time he’d reached her side and grabbed her arm, she’d managed to break out of her trance.
“Let me go!” snapped Megan, tugging her elbow from his grip without success.
He was pulling her towards the nearby car, unlocking the passenger door.
“Get in,” he said brusquely.
“No! How the hell did you find me?”
His eyes narrowed as he turned to look at her. “Is there anywhere in the city that you could run where you think I wouldn’t find you?”
“I didn’t run!” she protested angrily. “I just…I left.”
His lips curled derisively. “Yes, you left. Your job, even your apartment. Then you took the time to send back every item I ever bought for you, down to the last trinket and designer outfit. Well done, Megan, you made your point that you wanted nothing more to do with me.”
“So why are you here?” she asked, digging her heels in to keep from being flung into the front seat of his car.
Heath Mayer expelled an angry breath. “Because even a cad like me deserves the right to an explanation, Megan.”
“I never thought you were a cad,” she said, more quietly.
His dark brow tilted. “But then you treated me like I was. Avoided me, ignored my calls and generally gave me the leper treatment.” He expelled an angry breath. “Look, I’m not going to keep us standing here while we discuss this. Get in, please. We’re going back to your place.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Megan said calmly, lifting her chin defiantly. “And I don’t know how you knew where to find me…?”
“Easy, Megan,” he replied stiffly. “Private investigators, phone records…you called a few of your friends at work, remember? It wasn’t difficult to get it traced back here.”
Megan finally managed to snatch her arm from his grip. She did remember frequently giving Lisa and Ursula a call on their office phones, just to say hello. She’d never have dreamed that Heath could find a way to track her using that. But then he was a rich, powerful man and could get things done if he put his mind to it.
And he’d certainly put his mind to finding her. But for what end? She stared up at his darkly handsome face and warded off another shiver. He looked furious, hurt, even confused. She stamped down the urge to soften her heart in his favor.
“Look, just tell me what you want,” she said tiredly. “Because thre’s no way I’m going back with you to my place. Whatever you have to say, let’s do it here.”
He glanced around, and seemed to spot some kind of coffee place. “Or we could just go in there. I’m not having a talk with you out in the street, Megan,” he said.
At last, she gave a curt nod and they crossed the road together to the waiting diner. He held open the door and she walked into the nicely warm interior. They got a table, ordered some coffee, and only when it arrived did he finally turn to her with a no-nonsense expression.
“So, tell me why you left me.”
His simple opener made her start. But then Megan took a few seconds to collect her thoughts before replying. “How could I leave you when we were never together?”
Heath drew in an angry hissing breath, before calmi
ng himself enough to say lightly, “I was under the impression that we at least had something. Something worth discussing before putting such a selfish and thoughtless end to it.”
Megan huffed. “Sure, we had something. A few nights of fun in New York. And once we got back in L.A. you simply assumed I’d want it to continue.”
“You didn’t say no when I asked you, Megan. I told you what I wanted and you never objected.” His eyes were darkening with controlled fury.
Megan shrugged. “That’s just it, Heath. You never really asked. You merely laid out what you wanted and assumed I’d just go with it. That I’d just want to continue being your…sex slave, making my body available whenever you wished it. I guess you are so used to having your own way that it never occurred to you that this wasn’t what I wanted.”
“You’re right,” he said calmly. “I’m a cocky sonofabitch sometimes. So tell me, what do you want? I’m asking now. You’ve already made it clear you don’t want to be my “sex slave”. Apparently it didn’t occur to you that that wasn’t the only thing I wanted you to be to me.”
“Yeah, right,” she said with the same huffy tone she’d used earlier. “Weekends at your place, exploring the delights of your playroom. Being your little sex toy on demand. That was fun for the weekend but I wasn’t ready to make it my way of life; not when I…”
She broke off, biting on her lip and looking away. The anger in his eyes could have frightened her but she’d never really been afraid of him. She’d always known he’d pose no physical danger to her. He’d never act violently or give her cause to feel unsafe. But he did have a severe look on his face that made her heart flutter. She guessed he was mad because he hated being thwarted. And she did hate to be in this position, defying him when her whole heart still ached just looking at him.
“Go on; finish what you were about to say. When you what?” Heath asked, his tone deceptively mild.