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by Miranda Lawrence

“You know, given the circumstances, that kind of makes sense,” I said with a chuckle.

  “Ms. Stone, I know this is unusual and I’m quite eccentric— or so I’m told. But first and foremost, I want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

  “Thank you,” I said as I set the wine glass down. “And I do.”

  “Excellent,” he said as he stood up. “Please, follow me to the bedroom.”

  And that was it. The moment it all began.

  I followed Mr. Jaxx through his penthouse. My nerves buzzed and my body throbbed with anticipation. His room was just as inviting that night as he was. His bedsheets were red satin with a deep, black duvet. Candles were lit around the room in all corners. A stereo sat on the bedside table, playing smooth tunes at a soft volume.

  He stepped toward me and I looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. I closed my eyes and my body froze beneath his touch. His fingers grazed the skin of my face as he placed a hand on my cheek. I felt his warm breath on my lips and trembled.

  He leaned in further and kissed me, soft and slow. I sighed with him and reach in to pull him closer. I returned his kiss as I placed a hand on his shoulder. I felt the strong muscles of his frame and couldn’t help but quiver as I wondered what was underneath his clothing.

  Passions gripped us quickly. I pulled on his shirt, freeing it from the tuck of his trousers. I undid the buttons, unable to contain my desire for him. He tore my cardigan off my shoulders and tossed it to the floor. I went to kick off my high heels, but he stopped me.

  “Keep them on,” he said.

  I smiled and did as he asked. He sat down at the foot of the bed and pulled me closer. He held onto my body, his hands traveled up and down my curves, wrapped in my tight, black dress. He laid his nose between my breasts and breathed in deep, immersed in my scent. His enthusiasm for me turned me on and my body was throbbing for him in seconds.

  I hiked up my skirt and straddled him on the bed. He stayed sitting up, his hands squeezing my rear. We kissed again and my fingers ran through his thick hair. His hardness grew between my legs. My nether moistened for him and I pulled him closer to kiss him harder.

  His hands slipped beneath the bottom of my skirt. I sighed and relished in the sensation of it. I moved my hips to give his member a smooth rub and a groan escaped his lips that vibrated through mine between our kisses. Fingers traveled to my back and he found the zipper of my dress with little trouble. He pulled it down, nice and slow. The fabric fell from my body and left my black bra exposed to him. He leaned in closer and inhaled my scent once again and pursed his lips to kiss my breasts with desire.

  I stood up from the bed and let the black dress fall to my ankles. My bra, panties, and high heels were all that stood between me and complete exposure.

  I reached out to him and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. He wore a tight, black tank beneath it, which clung to his muscular body. With no hesitation, I reached down and yanked the thing off his frame. He raised his arms above his head to allow me to do so.

  I took a moment to admire and stare at his body, as he had no doubt done to me the moment my dress hit the floor. He had wonderful pecks and the makings of a decent six pack. His biceps were strong and for a moment, I thought of him holding me up against a wall.

  I stepped forward and pushed him down with a quick movement. His head hit the duvet and I went to straddle him. My tongue longed for a taste of him. I leaned over and kissed his chest. He sighed for me as my tongue tickled his body. His finger tips gripped my hair harder and harder the farther down his body I traveled. His body language spoke loudly and I knew just what Mr. Jaxx desired.

  His hardness grazed my chin through the fabric of his trousers. It twitched and he moaned for me. I settled to my knees on the floor before him and undid his belt.

  I pulled his trousers and underwear down his body to reveal his quivering member. My mouth watered with lust and I licked my lips. I tickled his thighs with my finger tips as I teased him, moving closer to his shaft inch by inch. His hand was still planted firmly on my head, but he did not push me down to him.

  He was enjoying the wait, the anticipation. I wasn’t sure who would have lasted the longest in the wait. But in the end, I buckled first.

  I took hold of his shaft, long and hard. The tip glistened with his juices and throbbed for sweet release. My tongue licked my lips and I opened up wide. I started with the tip of my tongue and traced circles with it around the tip of his member. He breathed in sharply the moment I did and he gripped the bed spread beneath us in pleasure.

  I continued my tease by wrapping my lips around the tip and giving him a hard suck. His hips lurched forward and he squeezed my hair even tighter. I moaned through my throat and used the sound to vibrate his tip. He rubbed my hair and I could feel his passion take over. I sucked him harder and faster, focusing on his sensitive tip. It drove him wild. His body twitched and he moaned for me even more.

  I slipped him farther inside and gave the entire shaft a long, slow stroke out. His pre-cum dripped out and covered the back of my tongue. I swallowed it and felt the tickle of sweet juices in my throat.

  “Stand up,” he said suddenly.

  I slid him out of my mouth and stood up from the floor, breathing heavily. It had been quite some time since I pleasured a man. My jaw was beginning to ache and I welcomed the change.

  Mr. Jaxx stood up with me and gripped my body. He spun me around laid me down on all fours. His hardness pressed into my rear and my slit throbbed. He stood behind me with his hands gripping me tightly. With a solid yank, he pulled my panties down to my knees.

  My ass sat exposed and I longed for him to continue. I wasn’t sure what he had in store for me, but I knew what my desires craved. It surprised us both when I said, “Eat me out.” It came out as a moan, a ravenous request.

  And Mr. Jaxx seemed happy to oblige. He dropped to his knees and used his hands to spread my cheeks wide. My folds shimmered in the candlelight, covered in sweet honey. He licked his lips and leaned in for a taste of me. He lapped at my pink folds and I held onto the bedsheets with a tight fist. His pressure and speed varied erratically. My body swayed for him, ready and eager to follow him wherever he led. He sensed my body language and paid close attention to the places he touched that made my body scream for him.

  I moved my hips, grinding into his tongue. I was nearing my plateau, already on the edge of losing control. But he reached out and took hold of my body. He would not let me go there. Instead, he stood up and flipped me on my back. He was on me in an instant and our lips connected again in an embrace of passion. Our bodies moved up the bed and I laid my head into the pillows. I opened myself to him and reached down to stroke his member, still rock hard and ready.

  I took control and placed his tip against my quivering slit. He allowed me to maneuver him and I wondered if a woman taking charge of him was the type of chemistry he wanted.

  I hoped it was.

  With a precise movement, I slipped his tip inside and our bodies tensed. We paused for a moment to look deep into each other. When we kissed again, we moved our hips. The thrusts came quickly. Even if we tried, I don’t think we would have been able to contain our desire. I wrapped my legs around him and gripped his strong arms. He towered above me and rocked the bed with hard, pounding thrusts.

  I’m not sure when it happened, but something awoke within me. An inner temptress made herself known that night, with Mr. Jaxx knocking me against his headboard. With no warning, I rounded us and laid him on his back. He went with the flow and allowed me to do as I wanted.

  My passions drove me to ride him and I rode him hard. I leaned back, forward, side to side, finding new and pleasurable places to feel him inside me. I went wild with him that night, meeting my inner temptress and allowing her to fulfill me.

  With a sudden rush of heat and adrenaline, my body found its release. I came on his hard cock. He gripped my hips to keep me steady as I lost control of myself. As I descended my climax, I continued bouncing
on him. My body was tired, but it was far from finished.

  Mr. Jaxx sat up and we turned around again. I found myself face down in the pillows.

  “Ass up, Ms. Stone.”

  I bent my knees and lifted my ass into the air. He placed the tip of his rod at my slit’s entrance and wasted no time getting the bed rocking again.

  The pillows on my face provided a sweet cushion. I moved one between my head and the headboard while I still had control. His fingers dug into my skin as he pounded me. My toes curled with vibrating pleasure. I arched my back and raised my head up for air. He reached out to me and grabbed my hair, pulling it gently. I stayed up while my moans came out with every huffing breath.

  Mr. Jaxx pounded me harder and faster. His grip on my body tightened and I knew he was climbing his peak. With a groan, he came and I felt his tip inside pulsate with expelling passions. I fell to the pillows after he released me and moaned lightly with every breath. He stood behind me for a few seconds until finally pulling out and hoping off the bed. He strode to the door and grabbed the black robe hanging from a hook.

  “Get yourself cleaned up,” he said with a nod to the attached bathroom. “Take all the time you need.” Then he dismissed himself, closing the door behind him.

  I stood up from the bed and gathered my clothing. I knew not to expect a cuddle afterward and maybe it was my inner temptress, but I didn’t feel the need for one.

  After a quick wash, I was dressed and went back to the living room. Mr. Jaxx was still in his robe, the contract laid out in front of him.

  “May I have another glass of wine?” I asked.

  “Of course,” he said. He poured me another glass and slid it to my side of the table.

  “Was that the chemistry you wanted?”

  “No,” he said.

  Part of me was crushed. I wondered what went wrong. Everything felt great to me. What had I done wrong?

  “At first,” he added. “But there was a moment when it changed. When you changed. Did you feel it?”

  I nodded. “Yes. There was something I’d never felt before.”

  “Good. I want her,” he said. “Bring her to our meetings and the job is yours.”

  “I can do that,” I said. And I meant it. Whoever she was, that temptress, I was determined to see her again.

  “I’ve arranged a car to take you home. They are awaiting you downstairs. May I call you Marnie?”

  “Yes, Mr. Jaxx.”

  “Xander,” he corrected with a hand extended.

  I shook his hand and smiled. “Yes, Xander.”

  “Oh, before you go,” Xander said with a jump from his chair. “We should discuss our safety word.”

  “Sure,” I said. “What did you have in mind?”

  “It would need to be something short, simple, but could not come up naturally during our sessions.”

  I thought for a moment. “Apples?”

  “No…” Xander considered. “Could come up during certain fetish scenarios.”

  “Couldn’t anything come up in certain fetish scenarios?”

  “Good point,” he said. “Let’s see… Turquoise. Salamander. Dairy…” He rattled off words one by one and I listened with a smile on my face.

  “Crocodile?” I suggested.

  He went silent and paused with a quick nod. “I like it. It’s short, simple. And not likely to come up naturally.”

  I smiled a little wider, making note of his repetitive speeches. I was starting to get used to his methods, scientific and deliberate. There was no emotion here. Just hard science.

  “Crocodile it is,” Xander said. He turned back toward the contract and pulled it closer to him. He wrote our new word on the page concerning the legal safe word and slid it over to me. We both signed it and toasted the agreement with another sip of wine.

  That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind and body were on fire from our tryst. There was no shaking my senses. They buzzed at the memory of him. I kept imagining his fierce body and beautiful eyes. The scent of him filled my nostrils. My tongue twitched with his taste, still lingering in my throat.

  I reached underneath my covers and spread my knees. If I had any plans for sleep tonight, then I was going to have to relieve myself of this tension. My fingertips met my throbbing clitoris and I started a gentle rub. Within a minute, I was squirming and soon my toes curled with sweet release. I drifted off to sleep quickly after and dreamed of tomorrow.

  ***

  “Go into the bedroom and put this on.”

  Xander held up a black garment bag. I had just walked into his penthouse and barely had time to set my purse down before he said it.

  “Good evening, Xander,” I said with a smile.

  “Quickly!” he said.

  I took the bag from him and marched down the hall to his bedroom. The door closed behind me with a click and I moved to unzip the bag.

  Oh dear…

  A shiver danced down my spine and back up my shoulders. I bit my lip and undressed myself. My mind wandered and tried to figure out what Xander had in store for us. I was still reeling from that first night with him and my body ached for him so badly, I would follow him anywhere.

  I removed it all. Shoes, socks, panties, all of it. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt a confidence I’d never felt before. I smiled and slipped into the uniform. It was made of thick fabric, but was smooth to the touch. Deep blacks and bright whites. The skirt was short. The neckline was low. It fit tight, but just right. I wondered how Xander had managed to guess my size so perfectly.

  I raised the headpiece above my head and slipped it into place. I slid the white knee-high stockings up my calves and threw on the tall, black high heels. I twirled the feather duster around in my fingers and stared at my new reflection.

  “Put your hair up.”

  I jumped, startled at his sudden voice. I had not heard him sneak into the room.

  “Ponytail would be fine,” he said as he came closer. “Something that can easily be tugged.”

  I reached into my bag and withdrew a hair tie. As I tied my hair back, I watched his face in the mirror’s reflection. His eyes studied me from head to toe, a smile creeping along his mouth.

  “Don’t make it too perfect,” he said. “You should appear frazzled. At the end of a long day’s work.”

  “The new story is about a maid,” I said, adjusting my hair to look looser.

  “Yes,” he said. “Fresh and new. Her master watches her work for days until finally — one night — he takes her with unbridled passion!”

  “Sounds like fun,” I said.

  “Take the duster and go into the living room.”

  I did so with a smile. My heels clicked against the hard floor as I walked back down the hall. Xander followed, keeping himself a few strides behind me at all times. I swayed my hips back and forth, playfully enticing him.

  When we reached the living room, he took a seat. “Clean.”

  “What?”

  “Clean,” he repeated.

  I played along and held up the feather duster. I went to the far end of the room where the first of his book covers hung on the wall. I dusted them, flicking my wrist up and down each frame and moved across the wall.

  “Slower,” he said.

  I sighed quietly, unsure of what he wanted, but I kept moving. After all, I was being paid to help him. I might as well find a way to enjoy myself. I rolled my shoulders around and raised my duster again.

  “Wait—” Xander said. “Put your chest back out.”

  I rolled my shoulders back again and pushed my breasts out. “Like this?”

  “Yes.”

  I took it a step further and made an S-shape in my spine to push my ass out. One by one, I dusted off the frames. I relaxed my muscles and swayed down the wall.

  The duster took an awkward turn and I dropped it to the floor. A smiled crept to my lips. I peaked over my shoulder at Xander. He leaned forward and clicked his tongue with anticipation.

  With straight
knees, I bent forward and reached down to my toes. My muscles quivered as I stretched toward the duster. I flipped my ponytail to one side and pulled myself back up slowly.

  “Touch the wall,” Xander said.

  I was confused, but curious. I dropped the duster and laid my palms flat against the wall. Xander stood up from his seat and stepped towards me. I felt his breath touch the back of my neck and I shivered under his warmth.

  His fingers wrapped around my waist. He tugged my body back a step and put me just where he wanted me.

  “Spread your legs. Shoulder width,” he said.

  With my hands still planted firmly to the wall, I took small steps out as I was told. “Like this?”

  “Shhh, don’t talk,” Xander interrupted. A black scarf fell over my vision, each end held by his hands. He pulled it tight over my mouth. The silk split my lips apart and rested against my tongue. Xander tied the scarf behind my head tightly.

  My body tensed. It took me by surprise, but not nearly as much to use our safe word. I moved my mouth around and determined that I could easily say it if needed. The scarf was largely a prop. Symbolically sexy. But it still made me feel the first bit of wetness between my thighs.

  After tying the knot, his hands traced down my back, then up my arms, elbows, and hands. His fingertips tickled my skin and my goosebumps came out to play.

  I felt his lips on the nape of my neck. They grazed my skin and he took a deep breath of my scent. I sighed and leaned my head back onto his shoulder.

  He reached around to my breasts and gave them a firm squeeze.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long, Roberta,” he groaned into my ear.

  I smiled through my gag and allowed the game to continue. Xander pulled at my uniform, yanking the shoulders down to reveal more of my bare breasts. My hands fell to my side as he scooped my tits into both palms.

  “Your tits are magnificent,” he groaned as his teeth bit down hard on my neck.

  His hands traveled south to my thighs. Goosebumps covered my skin the instant his fingertips grazed the top of my stockings. My knees wobbled and I fell forward into the wall for support. His hands never quit moving. He raised the bottom of my skirt up over my tight ass and squeezed.

 

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